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Viper
Jul 23, 2010 15:27:18 GMT
Post by moz on Jul 23, 2010 15:27:18 GMT
(THE SMALLER FEATURES);
Character name: Viper Age:3 years Animal: Canine Breed/s: Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever Pack: Tempest Pack
(I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST);
Personality: To most, Viper’s the perfect cliché villain. Pick a Disney film off the shelf and you’ll see her, the cold and cunning character who always gets their own way. Well, that’s her all right, she knows what she wants and she will get it no matter what or who stands in her way. From being young she’s had to fight for what she wants and she owes her life to her sharp mind and matching tongue. However, delve deeper into Viper’s heart and you’ll find that within its case of ice there’s gentle but fiercely loyal center. Secretly, Viper yearns for a family and a pack to call her own and if you can break down her defences you’ll see just how scared and lonely she really is. Someday she hopes she can find a mate and settle down with pups, be the mother she always wanted.
For the last two years Viper has lived alone, serving no one but herself. She’s uninterested in other dogs’ problems and doing so has kept her alive. Until now she has never plucked up the courage to join a pack, but as she has gotten older she has realised that she can’t keep on living by herself.
Cats. The word sends shivers down her spine. To her the cat is the worst of all the creatures that walk the earth and upon finding one she’ll eradicate it on site. They are inferior, dirty and weak, why even contemplate peace with such animals. She doesn’t understand how dogs can watch the cats ruin packs and break families and then continue to live side by side with them. There is no room for respect with dogs that fraternize with the felines; in betraying your kind you are just as bad.
Three strengths:
- Intelligent and quick witted. - She can hold her own in a fight. - She’s extremely loyal.
Three weaknesses:
- She finds it hard to control herself in certain situations. - Her dry humour gets her into trouble on a regular basis. - She needs a lot of persuasion to put her guards down.
(LOOKIN' AT MY REFLECTION);
Height:19 inches Weight:37 to 40lbs depending on how much food is available. Appearance: Viper conforms well to her breed standard, she’s well muscled, compact, balanced and powerful. She’s not heavy or chunky, like a golden retriever, she’s sleek and fox-like, often mistaken for a fox cross. Her long bushy red tail, tipped with white, also adds to her foxy illusion. The head that tops her neck is clean cut and wedge shaped, with small triangular ears that start from the back of her skull. Her eyes are oval shaped and a bright amber color that is a few shades lighter than her pelt.
Her coat is a rustic red and fairly consistent all over her body, except for some lighter feathering on her chest and some sparse white markings on her tail and back paws. The fur is thick, medium in length and soft to touch, while keeping dry due to its water resistant qualities. She also has a dense under coat to keep her insulated in freezing waters and through cold winter nights.
Through years of selective breeding Viper is well suited to water and is a strong swimmer, due to her webbed paws. This also helps whilst running on uneven ground or snow, giving her the upper hand in a chase. She’s not exceedingly strong and would come up average at inspection so usually uses her sure footedness and agility to avoid being pinned or cornered.
(REMINISCING LIKE HELL);
History: To fully understand Viper’s past we need to begin with her parents. Her mother, Kayla, was mate to the alpha of a thriving pack in the back alleys of the city. The red vixen had flirted her way to the top and relished as the pack’s matriarch but was known for her… tendencies. Unfortunately, on becoming his mate it was discovered that the leader was infertile, leaving Kayla bound for a childless life. Although disappointing, Kayla decided that her high position was too important to give up for a chance at becoming a mother. The alpha, oblivious of Kayla’s reputation settled knowing his mate would be loyal. However, another Toller, by the name of Jarred, would soon ruffle the pack’s feathers.
This handsome liver dog was often found wandering the pack boundaries and although he was constantly chased away he’s be back the next day, one thing on his mind. The red alphess was coming into season and her raging hormones drove her to seek out a fertile mate. This was when the loner made his move and Kayla was all too obliging.
After their fling, Jarred disappeared into the night, just as quickly as he’d appeared. It was soon after that Kayla discovered she was pregnant. Terrified she’d be prosecuted for betrayal she made her excuses and left to give birth away from the pack.
The litter was born the following month, one girl and two boys. Viper was the first, the largest and the strongest. Her brothers however didn’t have what it took to make it through the first few days. Kayla, eager to get back to her pack took the remaining pup to a band of loners, one of which was nursing her own litter. With some persuasion the female took Viper into her litter, with understanding that as soon as se was weaned she was on her own.
That was the last time Viper saw her mother and as the vixen tried to re enter the pack, the dogs weren’t fooled. The signs that she’d had a litter were obvious; she was killed there and then.
The other female kept her end of the bargain and swiftly abandoned the pup once she was off the milk. Viper survived her first year by learning from other Loners, depending on them to teach her to hunt and take care of herself. From then on she moved off alone, never really fitting in with any of the other strays. She saw the sights and witnessed the horrors, especially the wars between the canines and the felines. She also discovered that being a lone dog meant you were easy pickings for larger cats and one particular event made her strong cat hater.
As a stray, food is hard to come by, with no stable hunting ground you have to take any opportunity. At this time Viper was not is a position to give up on a meal as she had become exceedingly malnourished. There is was, a fresh carcass, just left in the open and ready for the taking. She should have realised that a fresh carcass meant that the hunter was still around but in her condition wild instinct overwhelmed any of her common sense. As she franticly ripped at the body another hungry predator was watching, butt his one had something else on its menu. The Bengal struck her hard in the side and she was thrown aside. She was at its mercy and ready for death. Thankfully a group of patrolling canines were able to chase it off before it took another blow. This was a quick and painful reminder of how sly the cats were, unable to take pity on a starving dog, even using their condition to trap them. This was the turning point for Viper’s views on Cats.
Major turning points in life:
- Being neglected by her mother and surrogate mother. - Being attacked by a Bengal tiger.
(ALL ABOUT YOU, YOU, YOU);
Roleplaying Sample: A large flake of snow danced on the gentle breeze, drifting down to earth. It twisted and swooped, helplessly falling. Quite suddenly, a cold brown nose obstructed its path. The hungry female drew her head and ears back, giving a hearty shake. “Great.” She grumbled quietly. The pretty Siberian looked up, her amber eyes scanning the dark sky. As more snowflakes began to fall she picked her feet up, moving into a steady trot.
Somewhere through the darkness, a warm orange light glowed silently. Somehow it reached out to her, drawing her in. She could feel her paws moving faster, taking her closer to the light. Her stomach growled loudly, “There must be food somewhere.” By now the snow was falling freely, biting at her eyes. Normally, snow was a beautiful thing but at night when you are wet and hungry it didn’t seem to appeal.
The light had grown considerably in size and now took the shape of a window. Her foot fall slowed and then stopped. She could see humans talking and laughing inside. It looked warm and inviting and there was proberly some scraps to pick at under a table.
The door was wide open and as she stepped into the light its warmth embraced her. The smell of food, humans and other dogs was overpowering. After shaking most of the snow from her coat she walked inside. She knew she had to be weary of some of the humans and dogs so found a dark area and sat against the wall. No one turned to look at her or even gave a quick glance in her direction. She dropped to the floor, placing her head between her paws. Your name/nickname: Real name Stephanie, but I go by Moz, Mozikins or Mozzeh online. Age: 900 years young How long you've been roleplaying for: Around 4 years, with breaks XP. A few interesting facts about you:Errr, I have two dogs and two cats and I have 6 weeks off school! Yay! Ooh and like picasso and Tachi I am also from ye olde Europe, especially England lol.
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Viper
Jul 23, 2010 15:43:51 GMT
Post by ♥Picasso on Jul 23, 2010 15:43:51 GMT
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