Post by kiwiki on Jul 7, 2014 17:11:52 GMT -6
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Player: Kiwiki
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Contact: Pernille.halle@gmail.com
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IC
Name: Balder
Gender: Male
Age: 7
Breed: Leonberger/Shepherd mix
Pack: Rotstalker
Rank: Fighter
Personality:
Balder is of the calmer types. He is kind, and isn't the first to pick up a fight either, however, he is not especially friendly, as in the eager-to-make-friends type of guy. Balder is more of a loner, he likes to spend his time alone, reflecting and explore on his own. He doesn't mind company, but you'll have to be ready to do most of the talking, if you absolutely need to talk. Luckily, he is very patient. It takes a great deal to make him angry. At least to the point where he shows it. And when he first becomes angry, he could be dangerous. He is a little claustrophobic, tight spaces and crowds are the only things that can make him quickly irritated. This is mostly because it annoys him to keep bumping into others or thing, and not being able to move swiftly away in case something happens. He is a rather large dog, after all.
Appearance:
Large(up to 90cm at his shoulders), thickly built with shaggy, long, fur. His head and paws are massive, muzzle thick, ears large with a flop on the top. As to mutations, he has two small nobs that appears to be horns on the top of his skull, and two, long tails. His fur is mostly brown but with darker colors over his back, tails, ears, tip of his paws and around his muzzle as a mask. His fur is lighter around his belly and underneath his tails. Due to his colossal size, he can be very strong when in battle, however, rather slow compared to a smaller creatures. Besides, he comes of as a clumsy when he has to move quick or in tight or complex spaces(such as in a crowd or a small den). He has many minor scars, but most are hidden under his long fur, while two on his face are the most prominent ones: One large one over his snout, and one slashed over his right eye. The scar over his eye causes his brow to sag a little, challenging his eyesight on that very eye. His eye color is emerald green, dappled with gold.
Limited Traits: n/a
History:
Balder was born in a stray-pack, his father, a mad, highly religious dog was considered the leader. However, few respected him and most dogs just did what they did, took whatever they wanted from anyone too weak to protect it themselves. Luckily for Balder, his mother was a large, strong female, and she protected him and his siblings, made sure they were well fed and safe. Therefore, Balder had a pretty easy childhood. His days were filled with play and learning. Good food hunted down by the outskirts of the city. That was, until a serious illness broke out in the pack. Several dogs died, but only when his mother caught the disease did he leave among several of his brothers. Balder was only a pup back then, but he grew on the experience, because suddenly, he had to fight for his rights, food and safety. Luckily for him, he grew in a rapid pace, while also getting quite strong from the many play fights and real fights among the youngster pack. They eventually grew in size, friends at night when they took comfort in each others heat and presence when they slept, but rivals at day where food was scarce. Many of the pack members were young, so already when Balder was a year old did he join the "elite" of the pack. The small group of youngsters who were the strongest, fastest and most feared among the others. They worked as bullies, stealing food from others or chasing them away. Once again, Balder was quite content, he had enough to eat and companionship among his bully-friends. However, one day the group began nagging a small group of younger pups. They had managed to kill some mice, on their own, which the "elite" wanted. However, Balder noticed another dog with a large rat, much more than a couple of mice. He asked if they could rather take that food than steal some bony meal from puppies, but his fellows did not agree on that. They meant that if they were to be respected, then they could not just drop a kill just because something else was better. By the time they had spent arguing, the pups had ran away, leaving the mice behind. However, Balder did not take part of the short feast that barely fed one dog. He padded away, and left this "elite" group to their own agenda. For a while, he walked around alone, sometimes meeting his former friends, but he always managed to chase them away again before they could steal whatever he had managed to kill on his own, however, their fights always left a few scars. One dog couldn't topple five others without wounds. Balder wasn't that strong. In the end, he met and joined the Rotstalker pack where he served as a tenderfoot for a few months until he was set as a fighter, which he was pleased with. He wasn't much of a hunter, but could easily fight a dog or predator that came running up to him.
Visual Reference:
RP Example:
The rain was pouring down, filling the overgrown, ruined streets with rivers and puddles of dirty water. As the constant thudding of water-drops splashed down, a large, furry dog lay napping in the ruins of a apartment building. The first floor and parts of the second floor was still intact, while only parts of the third floor's floor was still hanging above. Balder was laying underneath one of these patches of concrete, where he was safe from the rain. A half-eaten pigeon lay by his enormous paws, cooled down by the chill, damp air.
A whimper woke the dog up, and he raised his head to look out through a large crack in the wall. A dark shape, canine, came running up the street among the shuffling rotties and past his hiding place, tail between its legs and the white in its eyes showing. Balder raised a brow and looked down where it had come from. Some distant barking could be heard underneath the thudding of the rain. Slowly, he shifted and moved further into the shadows, dragging his pigeon with him, where he ate it clean. Better not take any chances. If it was Cato and the others, then he would most likely be bothered. His former friends were always so pleased to see him wander alone. His eye was still swollen after their last meet, and he wasn't thinking of getting another wound anytime soon. Heavily, the mutt stood up on his four legs, stretched and then began the climb down to the ground. Most of the floors had fallen down at some point, creating a heap of rocks and broken concrete. In one corner, the heap was large enough for him to simply walk down, careful to step on the larger pieces so he wouldn't create a small avalanche of sorts. Once down, he padded to the smallest exit that was still large enough for him to pass through. There he stopped, poked his square head out to listen and sniff. However, the rain closed out any signs of scents or sounds, so he had to trust his luck and currently one-eyed vision, before he ventured out, trotting up the street and away from whomever had barked downtown.
