Post by saber on Sept 30, 2012 18:57:22 GMT
Jarko
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one year • male • dog • english mastiff/german shepherd mix • tempest • omega
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PERSONALITY |[/font]
Jarko is a show-off, and an overall jerk. If he can find a way to prove his superiority, he'll do it in a second. He's more considerate and kind of females. If a male is patient, perhaps he'll get Jarko as a friend (although who knows why he would want that).
Jarko is childish troublemaker. He sneers at those who order him around and laugh at those of lower position. If he doesn't like someone, he'll do whatever he can to annoy them, from nipping their shoulder, to stepping on their feet. A snotty little twit, Jarko is a terrible companion, and good luck to those who have to put up with him.
He never thinks things out, never comes up with a good idea, and never, ever uses his head in any decision he makes. To the more intelligent, he is even more annoying. His jokes lack cleverness, his sentences lack good grammar.
Jarko gets a bit crazy when he's actually very angry. Although he's always grumbling and complaining, there is mits, a bit more of this insanity leaks out and mixes with the rest of his mind. It's likely one day that he'll actually lose his head entirely. This is caused by the death of his family, which sort of killed him in a way It at least temporarily broke his ability to think.• likes | praise, admiration
• dislikes | felines, working things out, almost all other dogs
• goals | to be famous, and feared by all cats
• fears | rats, embarrassing himself in front of another dog
• strengths | his good nose, powerful legs, and his charisma
• weaknesses | his easily damaged pride, his annoying attitude, his stupidity
• mental disorders | partial insanity (or something xD)
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Being half mastiff, he's quite big, with muscles and impressive size. He uses intimidation rather than actual fighting skills, since he's lazy and stupid, all though he's still young and will grow more. Jarko's fur is mostly chocolate, with various other shades of brown. His muzzle is black and the tip of his tail white.
His eyes are a amber-brown color. His face is short, his eyes small. Jarko has powerful, stocky paws that could easily smack a small dog, or a cat and knock it off it's feet.
His fur has a disgusting, gritty texture, because he rolls in the mud (and who knows what else) for fun. Jarko is a vile critter.
Jarko's face is set like stone, always in a nasty grimace, or a snarl. Getting a smile from him would be like jumping off a cliff and surviving. His eyes too, never change, dull, but still burning with a sort of madness.• height | 24 inches
• weight | 98 pounds
• fur colour | Brown (,black, and white)
• eye colour | Brown
• scars | none
• noticeable features | Very large
• physical disorders | none
HISTORY | [/font]
Jarko was born in Southern Hexasol with a couple of sisters. He never knew there names. Although he lived in a junkyard, he didn't care. In fact, he loved to explore his home. He was a much brighter pup then. But happiness doesn't last forever. When his mother went foraging one night, she picked up a horrible virus. When she brought back their dinner, Jarko was out exploring himself. The family ate and the plague began to take over, sweeping over their bodies and killing them all. All but one. One sister. One pup had lived, among the rest. Jarko came back and discovered the tragedy, heartbroken and dead inside. Something happened inside his mind, something broke. He just couldn't think straight. He lost his memory and wondered off, forever shattered.
The poor pooch quested for food, and barely lived. His years as a sort of preteen dog were the worst of his life. Starving, tired, and miserable. His knowledge of the war between the canines and the felines grew as he heard the gossip among the city. He desperately wanted to join the Tempest pack. The tales of the brave, the noble, the spectacular dogs of Tempest lured him closer and he confirmed his decision and demanded a position in the pack. And just maybe he wouldn't be hungry anymore.
As a young adult, a young omega, he realized that he was going to need more food than given to recover. He tried begging, he tried stealing. His broken mind wasn't clever enough to do it. He realized that, he would have to use force. So he just walked up to a dog one day, and grabbed their meal right from under them. The dog growled, and warned him that he would fight him if he didn't give it back. Jarko fought hard, but he lost. Until he had fully healed, he'd continued this simple method of force. Then he realized, he didn't need it, but he wanted it. He grew greedy and twisted, until he eventually became what he is now.
• season born | Summer
• place of birth | Southern Hexasol
• family | Misty (mother, german shepherd, deceased), Jock (father, english mastiff, deceased), Rokei (younger sister, mix, alive), Other sisters (deceased)
• memorable events | The death of his his mother
SAMPLE | [/font]
Jarko yawned loudly. "Hgrrrr...", he groaned. The sun shone down, cheery and radiant as ever, but he didn't want any part of it. He just wanted to sleep! Jarko considered getting up, and quickly changed his mind. As soon as he closed his eyes, a crow landed and screeched so loud, he jumped to his feet and snapped, of course, about a mile away from actually catching it. "RAAAAAWHHHH!!!!" He didn't care though. Crows were nasty. There was no going back now. His eyes were open and adrenaline was pumping through him. And he was standing up. A bit wobbly from just getting up, but there they were supporting the brute's weight.
He sniffed the air. A storm was coming apparently. Well, rain at least. It was humid and unfriendly clouds were gathering. "Crap, I'm gonna get wet.." Jarko's stomach growled and he felt like growling right back at it. Every hunter, even the most foolish, knew that any prey in it's right mind would hide in it's burrow. The only thing he could think of that didn't have a burrow was deer and birds; but deer were impossible to hunt on your own, and birds have unreachable nests. However, the human trash had food, and although most of it was either already eaten or molded and rotted beyond digestion, he might be lucky. Jarko had chosen to rest out where he wouldn't be disturbed, on the edge of a forest, a bed of moss cushioning the rock he slept on. He padded down the hill. The clouds still made him somewhat anxious. Hopefully he could beat the rain to the human's land. He quickened his pace to a jog.
And then it came. A flash, a boom, and it was if the lightning has split open the clouds and their contents spilled out, like a hole in a basket of grain. Oh, the cursed rain. Shortly after becoming soaked, he abandoned his quest to Hexasol and sheltered under a great oak. It was a grand tree, with beautiful scarlet leaves and enormous size. The bark was worn, and the tree was old, but plenty lively. But all Jarko saw was a temporary umbrella. He rested his head on his paws. "Ehh...Time for another nap.."
• link to image of character |
• where did you find CR? | Can't remember.. The ads of Bridled and Unbroken I believe.
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