Post by Ashy on May 9, 2008 19:07:02 GMT -5
Name of Dog: My name is Keiko (KAY-KO)
Alias(s): I usually go by Ashy or Ash
Gender: I am a Female
Age:I am 3 in human years
Breed: I am an Alaskan Malamute
Date of Birth: I do not know my birthday.
Family Members: I don't have any family members alive.
Mental Description: I'm a very bold dog, very frisky and very smart. I am very attentive and wise. I enjoy walking down an abandoned road, or watching younger dogs. I dislike many things, such as dog fighting, and attacks. I only believe in attacking another dog when it is necessary, such as self defense, or defending others.
Personality: I'm laid back at times, but I can be very tense at moments. I'm not scared of people or other dogs, only animals such as horses that are bigger than me. I'm a very 'busy' dog, always playing games with peoples minds. I also get into alot of trouble, but I'm always able to get out of it.
Physical Description: My body is very muscular, but my thick fur covers it. I has a very bushy tail and a strong-built face. My legs are thinner at the bottom, but other than that, I'm probably one of the most muscular dogs around.
Appearance: I have a brown 'blanket' over my back, where it is darker on the top, lighter down the legs. My entire underside is white. My muzzle is white, and up the muzzle (from the tip of my nose to my eyes) is a brown strip. Above my eyes I have two "eyebrows" that are white dots. The pads on my feet are very soft because I don't travel much, I just lay around because of my old age.
History: I was born at an unknown date to me or anyone else. I have no siblings that I know of, and I have no family alive what-so-ever. I was born, and I don't remember much of my puppy days. All I remember is that I was born and raised for 3 weeks, and by the time my eyes were open, I was with her father; my mother dead. My father told me as calmly as possible my mother had died after a battle with another malamute. I later learned that my father had killed my mother, sister, and older brother. I was so disgusted with him I left home.
She hated him, and vowed she'd kill him when she was old enough. And eventually, the day came when he came running to his little girl for help and she killed him. Ever since then, she has never trusted another dog. She is always serious, but very polite. She can be playful when she wants to be, which is normally never. She is afraid to make friends, because if she does, one day she might have to kill them. It's easier to kill someone you don't know than someone you do.
Sample RP: One day, she was walking down a deserted alley, her ears pointed forward, listening to every whimper and howl from the dogs around her. She'd also listen to the crashes from cars, not really paying attention to the fact that her arch-enemy might be causing them. "Oh well." She whispered to herself. "Who am I?" She asked suddenly, stopping in her tracks. "How am I alive? I have no mother, no father.... They're all gone. How did I survive?" She paused, then continued. "He's dead... I killed father... I was successful and I've reached a goal in my life. I have worth." She stopped speaking and held her head up. She continued walking for about 8 yards then decided to lay down and rest under the towering trunk of a lonesome tree, out of place in a city. She watched some rats fight over some crumbs, a large, fat one winning over a very small skimpy one. "Bet HE doesn't miss a meal, huh..." She layed her head on her paws and fell asleep.
Other: Here is a very good picture of her.
www.arnavik.com/gang/Tasha2.jpg
Alias(s): I usually go by Ashy or Ash
Gender: I am a Female
Age:I am 3 in human years
Breed: I am an Alaskan Malamute
Date of Birth: I do not know my birthday.
Family Members: I don't have any family members alive.
Mental Description: I'm a very bold dog, very frisky and very smart. I am very attentive and wise. I enjoy walking down an abandoned road, or watching younger dogs. I dislike many things, such as dog fighting, and attacks. I only believe in attacking another dog when it is necessary, such as self defense, or defending others.
Personality: I'm laid back at times, but I can be very tense at moments. I'm not scared of people or other dogs, only animals such as horses that are bigger than me. I'm a very 'busy' dog, always playing games with peoples minds. I also get into alot of trouble, but I'm always able to get out of it.
Physical Description: My body is very muscular, but my thick fur covers it. I has a very bushy tail and a strong-built face. My legs are thinner at the bottom, but other than that, I'm probably one of the most muscular dogs around.
Appearance: I have a brown 'blanket' over my back, where it is darker on the top, lighter down the legs. My entire underside is white. My muzzle is white, and up the muzzle (from the tip of my nose to my eyes) is a brown strip. Above my eyes I have two "eyebrows" that are white dots. The pads on my feet are very soft because I don't travel much, I just lay around because of my old age.
History: I was born at an unknown date to me or anyone else. I have no siblings that I know of, and I have no family alive what-so-ever. I was born, and I don't remember much of my puppy days. All I remember is that I was born and raised for 3 weeks, and by the time my eyes were open, I was with her father; my mother dead. My father told me as calmly as possible my mother had died after a battle with another malamute. I later learned that my father had killed my mother, sister, and older brother. I was so disgusted with him I left home.
She hated him, and vowed she'd kill him when she was old enough. And eventually, the day came when he came running to his little girl for help and she killed him. Ever since then, she has never trusted another dog. She is always serious, but very polite. She can be playful when she wants to be, which is normally never. She is afraid to make friends, because if she does, one day she might have to kill them. It's easier to kill someone you don't know than someone you do.
Sample RP: One day, she was walking down a deserted alley, her ears pointed forward, listening to every whimper and howl from the dogs around her. She'd also listen to the crashes from cars, not really paying attention to the fact that her arch-enemy might be causing them. "Oh well." She whispered to herself. "Who am I?" She asked suddenly, stopping in her tracks. "How am I alive? I have no mother, no father.... They're all gone. How did I survive?" She paused, then continued. "He's dead... I killed father... I was successful and I've reached a goal in my life. I have worth." She stopped speaking and held her head up. She continued walking for about 8 yards then decided to lay down and rest under the towering trunk of a lonesome tree, out of place in a city. She watched some rats fight over some crumbs, a large, fat one winning over a very small skimpy one. "Bet HE doesn't miss a meal, huh..." She layed her head on her paws and fell asleep.
Other: Here is a very good picture of her.
www.arnavik.com/gang/Tasha2.jpg