Post by asylum on Apr 23, 2012 11:55:30 GMT
PIKE
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3 Years • Male • Canidae • Fennec Fox (Vulpes zerda) • Loner
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PERSONALITY |[/font]
Most often, Pike is an outwardly adventurous scamp. He likes to search, explore, and cause mischief. His inquisitive nature was prevalent from birth. He has an urge to discover and learn more about nearly everything. He’s easily distracted, and tends to be stuck in thought.
Around others, he’d rather be aloof. Being serious, is not his forte, but he’s quite open about his emotions. However, he’s never had the chance to show his self in that light. Many times he’s found himself too timid or fearful to chat or spend prolonged time with one companion. He is quite trusting, once/if he gets closer to a canine. Felines, friendly or not, could never be trusted, in his eyes.
He has a love/hate feeling towards his stature. He’s thankful that his frame allows him to hide in smaller spaces, keeping him safe from larger predators. He knows he wouldn’t have to hide if he were born a larger species. Pike has come to terms with himself, physically, but is plagued with the wonder as to why his species was so small.
Since the night of his attack, he has a fear of felines and the dark. He has a preference of sleeping with his left side against a wall or rock, leaving his right open to listen to his surroundings. The slightest noise, during the course of the night, wakes him.
Despite most of his survival nature, Pike’s quite playful. He enjoys chasing bugs, not just for food, and making up little games; like avoiding stepping on certain color leaves in the fall.• likes | Sleeping | Chasing Bugs | Playing Around
• dislikes | Large Felines | Confined Spaces | Dark
• goals | Find a reason for being
• fears | Becoming Prey | Dying Alone
• strengths | Agile | Adaptable | Persistent
• weaknesses | Naive | Absentminded | Timid
• mental disorders | nope
APPEARANCE |[/font]
Pike’s a small, muscled, little fellow. Lacking size, a major disadvantage in confrontation, he’s left to his lightweight frame and nimbleness. Being a lover of chasing, he’s managed to hone his stealth to a reasonably good level. His muscle, for his small stature, mostly goes to his legs; allowing him to remain agile and quick.
Fluffy, cream-colored fur covers his body. Slight tan patches cover his top-side, but blend well. His eyes, dark amber, stand out on his fur, and always have a glistening of curiosity to them. Raised in a fairly average landscape, Pike has captured all the normal characteristics found on a typical Fennec.
His particularly lackluster appearance is cut but a large scarred over gash that runs downward from his ear, on the left side, to the edge of his mouth. To accompany his scar, he bares a chipped left canine.• height | 9 in
• weight | 2 lbs
• fur colour | Cream w/ Tan
• eye colour | Dark Amber
• scars | Approximately 1/8 in wide, left side, from the bottom of the ear to edge of mouth
• noticeable features | Chipped left canine tooth
• physical disorders | Moderate hearing impairment on left side
HISTORY | [/font]
Pike was always prone to exploration, however he allowed himself to be restrained and follow rules set by his father. Strictly set on survival, his father never allowed anyone within their family to wander, or risk their lives unnecessarily. Pike being the youngest pup in the family, his parents were overly-protective of him. The second his foot stepped out of their sight, he was reprimanded and brought back to their den. Surpassing his father’s size, the little fox grew stronger and more independent.
Unable to be restrained, as when he was younger, he left the den to explore. Losing his way, his skill set left his inadequate to find his way home. He called out all night, barking and snarling, hoping to trick predators into thinking his size was larger. He’d lost his pack, and solitary life was a dangerous one for the lonesome fox.
Using the little knowing he had of tracking and hunting prey, the lone fennec sustained himself. He met few others, far to fearful of malicious attacks. He learned to hide himself, protecting his own life was all he had left. He pondered, every day as he wandered, why he was there; contemplating, what reason did he exist for.
One night, nearly asleep, Pike hadn’t hidden himself well enough and was spotted by a feline. The black outline of the threatening figure circled Pike’s, now, slumbering body. The rumble...slight crunch of grass, every sound rang in his ears. His eyes peered into the darkness, only once catching the moonlight hitting deadly eyes set on his demise. A snarl built in his small chest, never aware of his size as much as he was now. The wildcat’s lunge missed his neck by inches. Before his body knew, he’d set into flight mode and was dashing away.
Lucky his life wasn’t ended that night, he awoke the next morning with just an hour or so of sleep. A large tear lined the left of his head, and clumps of crimson dirt lay around him. The period of healing was excruciating, constantly re-tearing his would every time he opened his mouth to eat. The moderate deafness was noticed more over time, and left him anxious about sleeping.
Never having any responsibilities to anyone but himself, survival wasn’t his only priority. He wanted to live and have fun. He found it hard to keep both of those as equal importance, many a time he had to choose...of course survival always came out first.
Pike’s adventures led him into wanting to find new things, new places.
• season born | Early Spring
• place of birth | Unknown
• family | N/A
• memorable events | Losing his way from home | Being attacked by a medium/large unidentified feline
SAMPLE | [/font]
Sample post using Pike in the Deserted Plains, Country.
The blazing sun began to rise; warmth had started to return to the land. A small gust of wind threw up the dry soil, covering the small fox. With a slight surprise of feeling well rested, Pike rose, stretching out his back, legs, and a small yawn released from his jaws. He welcomed the new day, hopeful for a good adventure. A few unsuccessful digs for food later, he’d decided to break and keep walking on.
Nothing had taken to his interest, boredom slowly set in. He let out a small huff. ‘Woo, more dirt,’ he thought to himself. The one thing he took notice to was the cracks, jagged and uneven lining the ground. A smile played on his lips as he hopped and jumped, avoiding every little crack he saw. Small bits of glee rushed through him, despite the game being meaningless. Carelessly hopping across the, now, warm terrain, he failed to take notice of an impending sharp rock protruding from the earth.
Confidently Pike’s paws landed, time and time again, clear of any cracks. Unfortunately, looking solely for cracks he’d landed his back right directly on the pointed stone. His game was over, letting a yelp of pain come from him. Hopping, this time to avoid using his injured leg he gained a few feet from the spot of the incident. Slowly sitting himself down, he surveyed his paw; there was no bleeding just slight sensitivity of the area.
He studied the area around him, still nothing attention grabbing, sparing dry vegetation. Few bugs crossing his face, one of particular interest made him spring up. He jumped lively, attempting to catch the dragonfly. As if it were mocking his height, the dragonfly flew just above his reach. Not to be discouraged, Pike growled and leaped at it all the same, forgetting if he’d been alone or not.
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