Post by foxmonstermulisha on Nov 24, 2012 22:16:10 GMT
GRIMM
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6 • Male • animal • Irish Wolfhound • Tempest • Hunter
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PERSONALITY |[/font]
Where to start? Grimm has a very shallow yet pleasing personality. He can be kind and a jerk, though he generally quiet and to himself, he is more of a back-up man, jumping in when needed. With a wicked temper he is hard to trust if you aren't from his pack. He can snap at any moment with no warning. Though docile and to himself, Grimm is always plotting, always finding ways to get out of the situations he often finds himself in. His breed by nature keeps him calm, but his split personality makes him very unpredictable and sketchy when it comes to talking to him.
He is very intelligent and can lie like a rug. Without interest in the world, this canine is not to be trusted, he is independent and powerful. Though always keeping one other friend close and only one. He is very pushy and can often find himself butting into the wrong fights, but his size helps him fit in when it comes to rolling with the wolves. His brain it giant maze, often tripping over his own thoughts he can get confused easily, but never shows it through his emotionless features. He doesn't show much affection or curiosity, though he is under the solid appearance.
Grimm's voices often cause him to do bad things if he lets them get a hold of his mind, often if he day dreams or spaces out, they are able to take over, almost like a blackout, he doesn't know what hes doing while he is gone. This causes him to speak in two different voices as both voices come out of him. They control his mood and temper, but he has learned to control them well by now. He can often be found, talking to himself or roaming around shaking his head, just how he copes with them. They torture him and often make fun of him for trying to be calm and collected, he can also become vicious trying to fight with them, but he wont attack he just gets aggressive with himself.• likes | Silence/Hunting/Night Time
• dislikes | Arguing/Loud Noises/Water
• goals | To become alpha
• fears | Heights/Water
• strengths | Agility/Stamina/Hearing
• weaknesses | His back/His size/Blindness in his right eye
• mental disorders | Split Personality (voices)
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Being an Irish Wolfhound, Grimm is very tall with a thick chest and big shoulders which slim into a tucked up belly and a rounded hind end with a tail that is usually tucked and curled at the end just a tad. His fur is coarse and about medium length, it switches direction from his neck to his body. His face is medium length with fur that sticks up a bit from the beginning of his snout by his eyes, his fur hangs over his lips and give him a slight beard under his jaw. His back is very straight with but he sways when he walks as if his back disconnected from his hind end and it was left to wobble. Though you cant tell because his back is naturally on a slight downward angle, his hind legs can start to drag a bit when he is in pain.
He has a scar that lines the top of his eye to show where he was grabbed. He has floppy ears that he can stand up, but they are usually down and all floppy as holding them up is to much effort. He has large paws and thick legs that slim before the base of his paw. His fur color is a light dirty grey with patches of light brown almost looking like faded mus spots, and patched of a darker grey mixed all into an overall grey appearing coat. His face is darker and around his mouth is a brownish with the stains and aging of himself.• height | 38 inches
• weight | 180 pounds
• fur colour | Grey
• eye colour | Hazel(Yellow looking)
• scars | Above his right eye
• noticeable features | His chest and shoulders
• physical disorders | His back was damaged and is his biggest weak spot
HISTORY | [/font]
Grimm was owned by an older woman named Isabelle, she was kind to him and spoiled him, though he grew on his own, she disappeared when the plague hit, in the hospital, and never came home. Grimm doesn't know much of his family, or where he came from, he had always just know the older woman who raised him from birth. When she didn't return home for a few days, Grimm climbed through and open window after being harassed by his voices. He slid off the roof and fell into the flower bed, hurting his back so badly he was forced to drag his hind legs a bit. Hence where his fear of height and his injury came from.
When he turned 3 he had grown well into his own head and found himself face to face with a feline, she wasn't bigger then him but she hated him without knowing him, this caused Grimm to snap. Fighting for once a short amount of time she had managed to grab his face and claw into his eye hitting his optical nerve. When she was distracted by a call and ran off, her claw retracted not removing his eye like it should of. She was never to be seen again, though Grimm was now half blind. With this his voices became his best friends, driving him like he was no longer in control, that is when he found Tempest and found home and family and safety, letting his demons drive him crazy.
• season born | Winter
• place of birth | Hexasol
• family | Deceased/Missing
• memorable events | When he lost sight in his right eye
SAMPLE | [/font]
[/color] Another snarl ripped through the air.
Wandering for hours it seemed, the large male couldn't help but find himself lost. Where or why he had come so far was now a mystery as he let his mind take him for a head spin. 'Come along puppet, dance with me...' A snarl ripped from his vocal chords as he snapped at the air, as if he would ever get a hold of the little buggers in his head telling him what to do and mocking him quietly. He spun around, his large figure quickly following, his eyes placed on the river, his ears lowered backwards in disgust. Water.... He didn't know why or how but for some unseen reason he couldn't stand the fluid that rushed so fast, maybe the fact he didn't like to be wet? He could swim fine, he knew that... 'Jump in! Jump in! Hahahahaha! Do it!'
'No...'
Deep vocals echoed through the forest and bounced around and off every object, he didn't yell, Grimm was very quiet, rarely raised his voice, he had a very thick and deep tone to him, he had a big bark and a bigger bite when it came to it. He shook his head, rattling the voices as if to knock the little canines inside, over and around. He picked up his pace and trotted with some amount of grace down a rock hill. Tiny pebbles escaped from under his paws and rolled down the other bigger rocks below. He listened as they echoed, his padded paws quietly and swiftly zig zagged his body down to the flat ground below. 'Where are you going?'[/color] He huffed and ignored the question. He had always remember having the little canines inside his head. Maybe it was cause he was brought up with no other dogs. Grimm didn't know other dogs existed until last year. 'He wont talk to us now... Trying to be a big boy hahahaha'[/color] He barked and snapped his jaw closed as he shook his head again and trotted onwards.
Though he didn't know where he was or where he was quite going, Grimm felt kind of at peace being alone, besides the peanut gallery in his head, he was having a good night, it was calm, quiet, the water flowed far away from him and the trees creaked as the wind danced through the tops of them. His tail tucked slightly as he slowed to a walk. His paws leaving a trail behind him and his hind end dragging ever so slightly as his back was hurting him a bit. He hid it well but no matter what his hind end always dragged just a tiny bit when it was bad, he couldn't lift his legs fully when it was to much, causing his claws to grab against the surface he was on. to much walking He thought to himself. 'Jump! ah hahahah!'[/color] The voice chanted and laughed the other one joining in. He slumped down where he was and curled up at the base of a tree by a rock. He sighed as he closed his eyes and joined his voices in his mind. He made up faces for them but they didn't really look like anything they just spoke...
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• link to image of character | i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g361/JayBird7777777/Irish-Wolfhound-side.jpg
• where did you find CR? | Ciroc Infinite Muse
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