Strychnine Twitch

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(THE SMALLER FEATURES);

Character name: Strychnine Twitch
Age: 3 years, 8 months
Animal: Canine
Breed/s: Mutt - Traces of Belgian Malinois, Hovawart, and god knows what else.
Pack: Lexis Tribe

(I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST);

Personality: Perhaps the best general word to describe Twitch is the word... "fearless." Not that he thinks he can get out alive from the a hoard of Tempest dogs if he was captured, but this oddball is completely able to let go of any self-consciousness. Twitch is the kind of guy that would parade around the Iris pride pretending to be a cat to prove that they were not such different creatures... So maybe fearless isn't the right word... crazy might cut it a little better with this guy. That said, he's not just a ball of fun, though he generally acts as odd as the two behaviors mentioned above....

Strychnine Twitch is smart; Unmatched in wits by perhaps anyone that ever lived (or he likes to think so).... You see though, the only reason he is a part of the Lexis Tribe is to cause a bit of frustration to the two warring sides. To be honest, he hated his kind for the cruelties they'd committed to not just cats, but to other animals around as well, and he hated felines for their snideness and overconfidence. All he wanted, was, like everyone else in Lexis, peace.

Twitch doesn't really care about popularity, though he has gained it citywide with his attitude and talent. He's a very modest young dog normally, though, once in a while, he will pretend like he has an ego to mock felines.

Obviously, when Twitch isn't running around cracking jokes or just generally pissing people off with his... uniqueness, he is a pretty calm guy, and easy to get along with. While he may not show it outwardly at all times, Strychnine cares deeply for his intelligent minded friends, and often will put their needs before his own, especially because many of them are younger than him, and he feels the need to act like a "big brother". Twitch, however, is pretty picky about who gets close to him. If they cannot keep up with his conversations and witty comebacks to almost every sentence, its hard for him to get to know people.... that and, his deeper thoughts are things he prefers to keep to himself....

Three strengths:
-Natural talent at things he sets his mind to
-highly intelligent, and very, VERY witty and charismatic
-Completely immune to self-consciousness

Three weaknesses:
-Has a knack for bringing or causing trouble (usually the later)
-Insomniac
-Cannot focus on things he is not interested in

(LOOKIN' AT MY REFLECTION);

Height: 25 inches
Weight: 129 Pounds
Appearance: Twitch is a pretty simple looking dog at first sight. From afar, his pelt looks as jet black as a raven's feathers, and at night, it is nearly impossible to see this quadruped. That said, one glimpse into his eyes, and you will automatically know it is him. Unlike most dogs, who have the classic brown eyes, Twitch is so mixed up that his eyes seem to take the slight shade of an emerald green. However, this odd coloration of his eyes is only visible in moonlight. During the day, his eyes seem almost as dark as his pelt, only more sunken in, making his gaze a teeth chattering one.

Thankfully, those that know Twitch aren't unnerved by his looks, because adorning his face is always, and I mean always a smile. Even when being he's getting trash talk from others, the same, lopsided toothy grin will grace his maw, showing his carefree nature. However, don't let his grin fool you completely. If the going gets tough, its clear that his chompers could do some damage.

Strychnine's build is something to be respected as well. Though its hard to tell under his shaggy fur, he is a strong and graceful canine, his legs rippling with strength and speed. However, it is clear that he is not much of a fighter, for not one scar seems to be on his skin... which is odd in days of war...

(REMINISCING LIKE HELL);

History: Twitch was born to a well off family. I mean, what puppy wouldn't like to be living in a mansion with a famous musician and being pampered to bits? Well, that was all before the disease hit and the humans started to drop like flies. It wasn't long before Twitch was alone, helpless with his mother and littermates because they could not be fed by their masters.

Weeks started to go by, and Twitch watched helplessly as his siblings died and his mother grew thinner and thinner. There just had to be a way out of the house, right? And so, while his mother was sleeping, Twitch snooped around, trying his best to make a run for it. Somehow, luck was on the young pup's side, and he managed to knock some furniture into a window, breaking the glass and giving him and his mother a window to freedom. Quickly, he rushed back to his mother and woke her, saying that they could leave together.

His mother shakily got up and carefully carried him through the shattered glass, making sure her last surviving pup would not get hurt. At last, they both made it out, though not completely unscathed. His mother had a few nasty looking cuts from the glass, but nothing fatal enough to be worried about. Without any further hesitation, the two canines set off for the streets.

They came across a kind cat, believe it or not, who helped them hunt for food. Because of this event, Twitch could never bring himself to hate his mortal enemy in the years to come. It was too hard for him to forget that one feline's hospitality to him and his mother.

Unfortunately, a few days later, Twitch's mother grew sick. It seemed that the cuts she'd gotten from the glass had become infected, and still being too weak to properly recover, died within a few days time. Alone in the world, Twitch searched for anyone who could take care of him. The same cat who had helped him previously stayed with him in for a bit, hunting for the helpless puppy until he could find a home.

And then, the two of them came to the Lexis Tribe. Immediately, Twitch felt at home here, and he grew up to be the dog he is now, promoting peace and trying desperately to get along with everyone.

Major turning points in life:
-Death of humans
-Meeting cat
-Mother's death
-Joining Lexis Tribe

(ALL ABOUT YOU, YOU, YOU);

Roleplaying Sample: (taken from a Harry Potter roleplay. Same character, just in human form)

Jul 23, 2010 8:22:00 GMT @twitch said:

I'm the son of rage and love,,,
The Jesus of Suburbia,,,
The Bible of none of the above,,,
On a steady diet of,,,

Not a soul in the world could ruin the fond mood Wilhelm Strychnine Twitch Fink was in on this fine day, not even his fellow house members, who looked at him with such disdain. You see, Will was beside himself with excitement, relief, and impatience. So much so that during Cullen's entire speech, he had to drown himself in music one way or another... and so, without a care in the world, the Settivo put his headphones over his ears, not caring about the stares he would receive or any trouble he might get in for the blatant disrespect.

He, after all, was graduating today, and as far as he was concerned, there wasn't jack shit that the teachers or his fellow classmates could do to stop him from enjoying himself. Of course, as soon as the speech ended,and food appeared on the plate before him, Wilhelm Fink tore his headphones off his ears and dug into the last feast he would ever have in this place.

"Ugh Twitch, you moron, I was gonna take that piece of turkey," someone across from him spat. The Settivo looked up momentarily, putting some rice into his mouth before shrugging and moving back to his plate. A frustrated growl escaped the lips of his classmate, but Fink paid it no heed.

"You should know by now that I love trash talking directed at me," he responded after swallowing his food. "Plus, ya snooze ya lose. Fair is fair after all, but you wouldn't know a thing about that, eh, you selfish Settivo brat?" He said this with such calm, and yet, such sincerity, that the student across from him couldn't even make a comeback. Still, Wilhelm was not a fighter, and it would be foolish to start something on his last day in this place of both wonders and wretchedness. With a polite "excuse me," he picked up his plate and moved down the table, searching for a new spot next to some of the younger Settivo studnets. He didn't have to wander far though... because soon something caught his interest.

A voice one didn't often hear was speaking, and though he was quiet and easily drowned out by the other noises, Will was intrigued. Aaron Grant... was holding a conversation! What an accomplishment for that kid! Well, it was his last time here, and so, he may as well drop in uninvited... not that he cared. Plus, there was an empty seat next to the kid, so he plopped himself down without another word.

"I'm looking forward to enjoying the show. Turner pulling off his trick should be fun to watch, no? Unless the Death Eaters have caught him already, I can't expect a more interesting way to start off the summer."

"Please," Will laughed. "Turner is just a younger version of myself in a different house. He's crafty enough to get himself out of trouble. Oh, hi Aaron. Long time no talk. Wait, that's cuz you never do! Shocker! What's the occasion? Got yourself a lady? Naw, you're prolly too creepy for Alexis Malfoy over there. Still, what brings you two together? No offense, but I thought Aaron was friendless and Alexis had her own little world to think about...."

He smiled, though it was not a sneaky one. He just enjoyed being irritating and bringing the worst out of his house. It joyed him to no end to see Settivos embarrassing themselves, and as soon as they spoke a word to him, he was always able to turn it around against them.... Still, most of these students had too much pride for their own good, and Will... well he had little to none... and he liked it that way. They all just needed a serious lightening up, and he was just the man to make it happen.

Or make everything go to complete hell.

Either way, Wilhelm S.T. Fink was looking forward to whatever transpired next....

,,,Soda pop and Ritalin
,,,No one ever died for my
,,,Sins in hell as far as I can tell
,,,At least the one's I've gotten away with!

Your name/nickname: Shadow Da Smiffster (Shadow, Smiff)
Age: Seventeen
How long you've been roleplaying for: almost 7 years now...
A few interesting facts about you: Uh... I love metal music, Pokemon, and I play guitar?

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