Post by boo on Jul 13, 2012 7:00:17 GMT
send, RADLEY, on over.
male // four // canine // jindogae
who am i?
well i don't exactly know..
Radley doesn't know a single thing about his life or himself. He doesn't know where he's been, who he's been there with, or even what he's done in his life. He struggles to get through everyday with intense memories from what he supposes is his past, some of these feelings are pleasant and comforting, while others feel as if he has knives digging into his skull, assaulting him with a barrage of things that he so desperately wants to forget. He's constantly worried that he did something horrible in his past and that all the animals he meets know about it and are out to get him. He gets defensive when others try to get close to him and has to keep a few feet between him and others at all times, just in case they want to attack him. He can't let anyone in, he doesn't want to uncover the bones of his past, he doesn't want to know what happened to him, but at the same time he does. He wants to know who the mysterious female is that send him jolts of pleasure at some times, but others intense pain and anger. He wants to know what the sweet smells of flowers and wide spaces are from, he wants to remember the loud yelling that causes him to cower in fear. Mostly he just wants to stop all the confusion and agony he feels daily.
Radley isn't afraid to go into a fight, he knows how to hold his own and isn't afraid to show others what he can do, despite his small size. He uses his brains to outsmart opponents, rather than attempting to overpower them. Radley has this calm, cool exterior that seems to always be calculating anyone he is talking to, the mystery in his life makes him appear much more powerful than he may actually be. He often repeats things to himself over and over again, trying to commit them to memory, he doesn't like to forget, he doesn't want to lose his life like he has before.
how i look?
that much i can tell you.
Radley is a rather small dog, he isn't much to look at either. He has no showy, rippling muscles, or a flawless face. His body is rather frail looking, despite how much it can go through. He has markings similar to that of a rottweiler on his face, but that is where the similarities between the two breeds end. Radley's tail curls slightly over his back and his lean legs make him look slightly taller than he really is. His fur is thick and great for cold conditions, though it's not so fantastic in the summer. Radley has a couple small scars here and there along his body that are hardly noticeable due to his fur, but when he lifts his head you can see a crisscrossing or scars all along the bottom of his chin that slowly spread towards his neck from a fight he got into a while back with a feline that wasn't too nice.
my past?
i haven't a clue.
Nothing; when asked to recall his past, that's all Radley can remember. He gets flashes of what used to be in his life, the faces of canines coupled with intense, crippling emotions that he can't explain. Daily he is haunted by clips of memories, voices, scents, sounds, emotions and faces course through his mind, striking him harder than any physical pain could. For years he’s been driven mad by all these things that he can’t place, he doesn’t know what any of it means, or anything past a year ago. He doesn’t know his family, he doesn’t know his childhood, and he doesn’t even know if he has any siblings or where he came from. Radley has kept to himself for the better part of his known life. He doesn’t know how he got here or where he was headed, one day he just woke up and found he didn’t know anything about himself save for his name. The confusion and fear he felt when he woke damn near drove him bonkers, but he pulled himself together and now wanders along the place hoping to rid himself of these painful snatches of his previous life that he’s so desperately running from.
Before Radley lost his memory, he'd been quite a lot like his father, rude, uncaring, harsh, and always seeming to get tangled up with the wrong crowds that brought much trouble to himself and his family. His father was constantly out and about, having affairs, fighting with small groups of dogs and cats just for the sake of fighting. And when he came home, he brought all his troubles with him, that's how both Radley's mother and his sister were killed. His father had been upset, but soon went back to his old ways. Radley was furious, his sister was practically his other half, they went everywhere together and she was one of the only ones who he had managed to allow so close to him.
Months after their death and his father's return to his old ways, Radley met a pretty female that soon wormed her way into his heart. He thought the world of her, and she reminded him of his deceased sister. They became far closer than the two siblings had been and Radley had felt he loved her. As the saying goes 'all good things must come to an end' this young love was no exception. Radley's father had pissed off a rather powerful group of canines and he asked Radley to help him. When Radley did, he became a target, and so did everyone close to him. After him and his father fixed the situation, or so they'd thought, Radley went back to visit the girl he loved. A couple of the dogs tailed him and he led them straight to her. Radley was forced to watch as they ripped her limb from limb.
Soon after this crushing experience Radley ran off and sometime during his running had lost his memory in a freak accident.
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