RHAPSIE'S LOG ?!

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RHAPSIE'S LOG ?!

(THE SMALLER FEATURES);

Character name: Toretto.
Age: Two.
Gender: Male.
Animal: Canine.
Breed/s: German Shepherd x Siberian Husky.
Pack: Loner.

(I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST);

Personality: For starters, I can guarantee that Toretto is unlike any other you will meet. His unhealthy obsession and OCD nature is something that's obvious to anyone who manages to strike up a conversation with him. He can be quite friendly - once you actually manage to get his attention. He has the tendancy to zone out, and he's not a fan of alot of company. He does like to have an intelligent conversation with another every now and again, though. But God forbid if you try and talk to him and you aren't considered symmetrical to him. This, in turn, makes him seem hypocritical for he himself isn't symmetrical. Yet his obsession goes to the extent where if he manages to obtain a scar on one of his legs, he will scar himself in exactly the same place on his opposite leg, just so he matches. He isn't aware of the fact that he isn't symmetrical, so when somebody finally makes him aware of the fact, he won't be too amused. Toretto is overly sensitive and isn't a big fan of change. He's wise beyond his years, yet he will still overly freak out if he see's another that isn't symmetrical. Making friends will be quite a challenge for him, due to his picky and obsessive nature, and the fact he won't look twice at anybody who isn't symmetrical. Of course, we all know that nobody is truly symmetrical, yet Toretto doesn't know this, and can tolerate those that just look symmetrical, if his obsession leads him to believe that, and he can even grow to befriend them, just as long as they are able to put up with how... quirky he is.
Three strengths: Intelligence, wit and evasiveness.
Three weaknesses: His obsession, his fear of deep water and his awkwardness around most other dogs and cats.

(LOOKIN' AT MY REFLECTION

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Height: 24 inches.
Weight: 30 kilograms.
Appearance: Toretto is quite a handsome male. He's short for his breeding, at 24 inches, and gender, but he's also rather muscular. Although this may make you think that he is stout, nothing could be further from the truth. He does have muscles, yes, but they aren't very noticeable because he hardly ever uses them. He is neither a 'lover' or a 'fighter'. His base pelt is a creamy white, and russet brown, dark brown and black fur covers his entire body. His legs are brown, as are three of his paws, yet his right hind paw is white. If Toretto ever saw this, he would throw a fit. He has two scars, one on his left front leg, and one on his right, just above the paws. The left one he got as a puppy, when he tripped over a sharp rock, and the right one he inflicted upon himself several months after the incident, when he noticed it and realized that he wasn't symmetrical. The only fur on his body that is long is the fur on his tail, whereas the rest of his pelt is short and quite thick, and rather smooth to the touch. His eyes are a dark amber colour, and his left eye has a blemish where his pupil 'leaks' into his iris, streaking across his iris and cutting off at the white of his eye. He is also unaware of this.

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History: In Late Spring, a lone Husky gave birth to two pups. They were twins, yet only one survived. She named him Toretto. The two lived rather happily, along with two females from a previous litter Toretto's mother had a couple of years before. The four lived in a small grove tucked away from the packs in the area. When Toretto was four months old, he stumbled across a stream and after a few moments of toddling alongside it, he fell in. His cries had only been heard once he had been washed downstream to a deeper river. He was fished out by one of his sisters, and for the next few months, he had been in a constant state of paranoia and trauma. Once he got over the trauma, he still feared deep water, and he does to this day.

He had always been OCD, obsessing over every little thing. His mother and sisters only realized how severe it was when they found him in his little cave at a year old, organizing his collection of leaves, twigs and butterfly wings so they were perfectly symmetrical. Until then, they'd always thought it had been an odd little quirk of his, to pair everything up and make sure everything was exactly perfect and symmetrical, but it started to intensify. He didn't like to go outside the cave alot because the grove wasn't symmetrical, and once he'd grown out of his puppy phase, he realized how imperfectly proportioned his home was. It disgusted him. He became a recluse. Once his mother died, he decided to leave his older sisters and looked elsewhere for somewhere to live. He has recently come across Hexasol City, and although he is aware of the war between the pack and the pride in the area, he isn't interested in joining anybody, simply deciding to make his own way in the city.
Major turning points in life: His near death experience, his mother's death, and him leaving his older half sisters to live alone.

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Roleplaying Sample: This was a tragedy.

No.... this cannot be happening! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!

It was a pleasant Spring morning. Toretto found himself sitting in some long grass, eyes wide and fangs bared. He was practically frothing at the mouth. And why was this? Because he had found a flower with five petals. EVERYBODY knew that if a flower had five petals, it was not symmetrical, therefore imperfect and unworthy of even existing.

"You are sickening."

He glared venomously at the plant, and swiped at it a few times, until one of the petals fell off. Yet, it still wasn't symmetrical. The longer he looked at the filthy plant, the more angry he felt. This was intolerable. How could this even exist? Eventually, he grew so angry he ripped the flower from it's roots and threw it to the side, before stomping on it repeatedly, screaming 'YOU DISGUST ME' at the top of his lungs. A dog that was walking by abruptly looked over, alarmed. When Toretto looked over, he squealed in a rather girlish fashion.

This was an awful situation.

The dog had a black patch over one eye, yet it was absent of one over the other eye. Not to mention the canine had brown fur covering his entire left side, yet only the flank of his right. His legs on the right side of his body were white, yet the legs on the left side were not. This wasn't right. "YOUU! YOU AREN'T SYMMETRICAL! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!" The psychotic screams that came from the Shepherd mixes mouth startled the other dog to no end, so he turned on his heel and left abruptly, leaving a very shaken Toretto in his wake. Shuddering, the male whined pathetically, gnashing his teeth together. "The world is a cruel place. It wishes to torture me with it's blemishes and impurity."

Snorting, the male flopped to the ground and closed his eyes, sighing in gratitude at the darkness that now hid his amber pools from the imperfections of his surroundings.

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Friends; None.
Enemies; None.
Aquaintances; Amberlynn, Badeya and Delilah.
Crush; None.
Lover; None.
Relations; Two NPC half sisters, and an NPC father, whereabouts of all are unknown.

Threads; Imperfection - Open - Link Here

Opinions; Amberlynn - 'Our meeting started off rather shakily, as she seemed annoyed at my actions and questioned me, but during my.. -ahem- episode, she helped me and I think we may be able to become friends.'
Badeya - 'She is a sweet girl, pretty like Amberlynn, and she seems eager to please. I can also see myself becoming friends with her, I just hope she'd be able to deal with my tendencies.'
Delilah - 'I have only just met her, but she seems very kind and motherly towards me when I was distressed.'[/blockquote]

[rhapsie]

(THE SMALLER FEATURES);

Character name: Ivy.
Age: Three.
Gender: Female.
Animal: Canine.
Breed/s: Timber Wolf.
Pack: Tempest Pack.

(I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST);

Personality: Ivy can be seen as a rather selfish she-wolf. She was raised the only child of an Alpha pair, who ruled over a pack far from the city, so she was spoilt rotten. It was a big reality-shock when her father died, causing the pack to disband and her status to be lost, along with the spoiling. But since then, she's matured alot, and come to realize that the world's a tough place. She's 'racist' in the sense that she hates cats with a passion. She thinks they're stuck up, aggressive, dispicable creatures that have to be exterminated immediately. To her pack, she's a loyal female. She may seem ignorant and big-headed at times, but deep down, she loves her pack, and would do anything to keep them safe. She knows that together, they can acheive their goal - to rule the city. Ivy hates to show weakness, and often puts on a poker face whenever something's wrong. She dislikes being fussed over, and could be labelled as an independant female, although she enjoys being part of the pack, because it gives her a sense of security. She often says things she regrets, but is quick to try and make up for it, and correct her mistakes however she can. She's fiercely passionate, and will jump headfirst into any fight. She's not scared of any mangy cat, that's for sure.
Three strengths: Loyal, brave and quick-thinking.
Three weaknesses: Acts before she thinks, stubborn, and reckless.

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Height: 32 inches.
Weight: 98 lbs.
Appearance: Ivy is a tall female, standing at 32 inches. Her legs are particularly the things that give her such height, being long and thin, yet also rather muscular, covered in scars - yet most aren't very noticeable. Her pelt is a light silvery gray, with darker hairs growing along her back. Her fur isn't particularly thick, but it is quite long, because her pack originally came from the North. The most noticeable scar on her body is the one running across the left side of her body. Fur hides some parts of it, yet it is prominent on her hip and shoulder. Her eyes are bright amber in colour, some would even go as far to say that they're orange. Miniscule flecks of brown are scattered across both iris's, yet they aren't very noticeable unless you look right up close. She is quite thin, yet not emaciated to the extent that her ribs and spine protrude from beneath her pelt. That would be sickening. No, she is simply slender.

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History: Ivy, to be summed up in one word, was a miracle. To her parents and the pack she was, anyway. It was rare to have only one pup in a litter. No, no pups died. She was literally the only pup conceived. It was also a miracle that she was born, due to her parent's age. They weren't exactly young, her father was nearing the age of ten. So it was obvious that Ivy was going to be the last pup born to the pair before their time as Alpha's came to a halt. So Ivy had a big future ahead of her, seeing as her older siblings had either died or left the pack and the rank of Heir. For the first year of her life, she was pampered. Given everything she wanted. She knew how to hunt and fight, of course, and she was pretty damn good at both things, but she chose to let the subordinates do it for her, most of the time. She did just what her parents did, after all.

But the real shock for the young she-wolf was that shortly after her first year, her father was killed by a couple of younger, fitter rogues who wanted to take control of the pack. The couple then kicked out most of the old pack, including royalty - Ivy and her mother, and moved their pack into the pack lands, using the remaining subordinates of Ivy's pack as slaves. Ivy fled from the area, deciding to live as a loner, constantly travelling, afraid that the rogue pack were following her. During this time, she learnt to become independant, and sharpened her fighting and hunting skills for the next six months. Then, she came across Hexasol City, and heard of the war between canine and feline. She had never seen a domestic cat in her life, but she hated the big cats with a passion, for she had seen puma's rip apart wolf cubs and mercilessly harrass her kind. So she immediately joined the Tempest Pack, and during the one and a half years she's been with them, she has slowly climbed up the ranks and is now a well-respected warrior. Yet, she has plans to take it to the next level.
Major turning points in life: Her original pack disbanding, joining the Tempest Pack.

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Friends; None.
Enemies; None.
Aquaintances; None.
Crush; None.
Lover; None.
Relations; NPC brothers and sisters, whereabouts unknown.

Threads; None.

Opinions;

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(THE SMALLER FEATURES);

Character name: Makara.
Age: Four.
Gender: Female.
Animal: Feline.
Breed/s: Tiger.
Pack: Iris Pride.

(I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST);

Personality: Okay, so the vibe Makara's always tried to get across to others is 'Fear me, for I will rip you apart if you piss me off.' It's how her parents were, in fact, it's how her entire family were. And her brothers and sisters still are. So she's a pretty ruthless female. She loves her Pride like crazy, sure, but if somebody decides to piss her off - canine or not - she won't hesitate in letting them know. She has one hell of a temper, and her bloodlust doesn't help her enemies much either. Once you're in a fight with her, you better be able to either run quicker than she can or manage to actually beat her. Which nobody has yet. Although, she's sure to meet her match when it comes to fighting one day. She's aggressive, sure, but she tones it down alot when she's around her friends. To most, she's not very trustworthy, but once you befriend her, she is someone you can depend on. Her seemingly infinate knowledge of battle tactics are a big help to anybody she knows, and some go to her for help on their fighting techniques.
Three strengths: Her sheer size and strength, strong swimming, and camouflage.
Three weaknesses: Her seemingly unquenchable bloodlust once in a battle, stamina and has no mercy.

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Height: 46 inches.
Weight: 420 lbs.
Appearance: The first thing you're bound to notice about Makara is that she is an incredibly large female. She's muscular, and just generally big-built. She's 'curvy' - if you can even call a cat curvy - and her muscles are well-defined, and ripple beneath her pelt whenever she moves. Her fur is quite short, and waterproof, so swimming is easy for her, her pelt making her rather streamlined. To be honest, Makara looks like a typical Siberian tigress, a bit larger than average, but apart from that, nothing really jumps out at you. Her eyes are a murky, pale green colour. Her pelt is orange, white and black, which again is pretty normal for a tiger. She has several notches in both her ears where she's got into fights, aswell as a slight kink in her tail where it broke when she was younger and never really healed properly. Her body is covered in scars - because she is a fighter - and they're noticeable alright, the most noticeable one being the large, jagged one running across her left cheek.

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History: Makara was born to two loners, who weren't part of a pride, they just had each other and in their eyes, it's all they needed. To others, they were antisocial, but they were perfectly content in each other's company. So it wasn't a surprise that they had several litters during Makara's mother's years of being able to birth. Makara was an only cub, therefore her parents doted on her. They tried not to pamper her alot, and taught her the skills of fighting, hunting, climbing, what not to eat and where not to go. Her father was a well-known male in the area, having terrorized quite a few of the other creatures in the area - cats and dogs alike - for getting too close to his patch. So he was well-trained in the art of fighting, and passed that down to his daughter. When Makara reached the age of one, she decided to leave her parents and move onto pastures new. But before she could, rabid wolves invaded her parent's territory and attacked her and her parents. Makara managed to escape, and when she returned a few days later, she found her parents, half-dead and frothing at the mouth. Grief-stricken, she was the one to put them out of their misery, and quickly leaving the area, she swore to them that she would avenge them, and exterminate all those flea-bitten mongrels for what they did to them. She soon joined the Iris Pride, and has made a name for herself in Hexasol City.
Major turning points in life: Killing her parents who went rabid, and joining the Iris Pride.

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Friends; Redeye.
Enemies; None.
Aquaintances; None.
Crush; None.
Lover; None.
Relations; None.

Threads; None.

Opinions;

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(The Time of Angels)

Name: Redeye.
Gender: Male.
Age: Two and a half.
Species: Goshawk.

(Flesh and Stone)

Personality: Redeye's a pretty laid-back male. He's rather lazy, so he likes to hitch a ride on Makara's back or shoulder most of the time. Yet he's really smart. Some would say too smart. It creeps others out, some of the stuff he says. He is actually the opposite of Makara, he's everything she isn't. Well, they're both pretty smart, Redeye's just sharper and wittier than the big cat. He just goes with the flow, whereas Makara's stubborn as hell. He's lazy, yet she takes the first chance to leap into any sort of action. He's rather peaceful and easy to get along with, and Makara's kind of antisocial and bloodthirsty. They contemplate each other perfectly.

(Partners in Crime)

Associated Character: Makara.
History: Redeye was born like any other bird. His mother laid a batch of eggs and watched over them until they hatched, keeping them as warm as possible. Once they hatched, three little goshawks blinked blearily into the sunlight and crawled out of the eggs and into the world. Until they had learnt how to fly, Redeye's mother caught food for him and his siblings, and simply left the nest one day and didn't return, leaving the young goshawks alone. Redeye was the most independant of the four, and left the nest first, flying all over the place, exploring different places, meeting different animals - birds, cats and dogs alike - until he finally came across Makara. At first, she simply found him a pest, and he revelled in this, continuing to annoy her simply for his amusement. But after a month of this love-hate relationship, Makara finally accepted Redeye and treated him as a little brother - he annoyed her alot, but she loved him all the same - and he never really leaves her side, either perching on her shoulder or back, or resting in a nearby tree, keeping an eye on what's going on.

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Friends; Makara.
Enemies; None.
Aquaintances; None.
Crush; None.
Lover; None.
Relations; None.

Threads; None.

Opinions;