Post by karkat on Jun 9, 2014 12:24:27 GMT -6
OOC
Player: rae
Gender: female (she pronouns!)
Age: 22
Contact: poetryscribbles @ skype, periannath @ tumblr, and just ask for anywhere else 
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IC
Name: ecto
Gender: male
Age: 1 year & 7 months (about 18 in human years)
Breed: mixed, medium/standard sized (primarily german shepard with traces of other breeds)
Pack: rotstalker
Rank: tenderfoot seer
Personality: docile and gentle, ecto prefers to see if someone is friend or foe before starting a fight. additionally, he is not a strong fighter but a very keen observer. he always tries to look before he leaps and come to rational conclusions rather than making bold accusations--however, his hesitance often paints him as a bit of a coward, though he wouldn't likely argue with such a claim.
Appearance: all his fur is white, longest on his chest and shoulders, while his three eyes are blue-green with slightly purple-tinted sclera. in addition to his extra eye, ecto also has parts of his body that are made of slime; only his tail is purely slime and drips, the blue/green markings on him are bald patches with a thick, smooth but slightly rubbery membrane over them
Limited Traits: none!
History: growing up in a world ravaged by toxicity and feuding packs, ecto has seen many fall to what he sees as senseless fighting. he doesn't understand the conflicts between packs, unsure why anyone particularly cares if dogs choose to live in the cities and the forests—even the rotties interest him to the point where he wouldn’t strike first in a pinch. the stories of humans interest him, and he looks forward to a future where they will be welcomed by their old masters again.
Visual Reference:
RP Example:
White fur stood on end at the sudden metallic clattering, just an alley away from Ecto’s current position. He knew scouring for herbs alone had been a bad idea; he wasn’t skilled enough in combat to deal with more than a raccoon. He carefully considered his options—he could try to sneak back towards camp and hope whatever had made the noise hadn’t heard him, but could he risk it? And turning his back on the threat could make things worse, making himself vulnerable. A nervous breath fell from his muzzle and he swiveled his ears towards where the sound had come from, now chilled by the silence.
Even after a tense minute, there was no more noise, leaving Ecto to wonder if a trash can had just wound up in a precarious position from a storm and the harsh wind today had toppled it—it was a nice idea, at the very least. Regardless, the potential threat was downwind, and Ecto didn’t want to risk inspecting it and wind up dead. Hackles raised and muscles tense, the dog took a few shaky steps back, holding his breath while he waited to see any result. Still nothing, he turned quickly and scampered off in the direction he came, only looking back to ensure no one or no thing was trailing behind.
// on my way to work to let me know if theres anything that needs fixing! 
