Post by PickTwin on Sept 19, 2011 11:29:21 GMT -5
MR. CROWLEY
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[/center]nicknames: Crowley, Crow
age: Four Years
breed: Border Collie / Blue Heeler / Dalmatian / Wolf Mix
gender: Male
pack or loner?: Loner
if pack, which pack?: N/A
alias: PickTwin (Alycia)
age: 18 years old
timezone: Central Timezone
read the rules: DogGone
roleplay sample:
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Like a bolt of lighting the little golden-brown female dashed through the trees of the jungle, weaving through vines and the larger shrubs and plant life that grew upon the floor. The earth was soft and somewhat squishy in some sections, making it harder to run, not including the constant dodges she had to make to avoid hitting a fallen branch or plant. Even in Autumn the plant life was still teeming in this mystical place. However, it did not feel natural to the young dingo, but it did make a good playground.
For the first time in a number of weeks she could actually act and feel like the pup she was, romping around with her brother or playing games without the worry of an unexpected danger or not being able to find enough food to last. Well, there was always the possibility of danger but, at least with a pack to be a part of, she didn't have to feel so alone.
Swiftly the female's legs carried her. The dingo's jaw hung open loosely with her tongue dropped down and flailing as she panted, becoming short of breath. It was only morning but something about the humidity of the area made it feel hotter than it actually was. A smile crossed over her muzzle in enjoyment. She may not have easily joined that large wolf on the short venture to this place, nor have liked it, but being here with her brother and being able to play was something she was happy about - but she would never let the black wolf, Vincent, know that, for she had far too much pride. She had no need to put herself in a bad mood now, all she had to do was focus on running away from her pursuer.
Her small form moved awkwardly as she ran, the foreign landscape causing her to constantly trip and stumble, but she always managed to catch herself. Her eyes scanned the area as she moved. There! It was the perfect spot. A fallen tree that had caught itself upon another tree that still stood upright. This moss-covered log that lay at a slant would make the perfect perch for her to await her brother. Carelessly she jumped onto the log and began to walk upwards, padding up higher so as to be less likely to be noticed and have a better jumping advantage for the game. But, not being careful had its drawbacks as she soon learned. One misplaced paw sent her toppling down upon the jungle floor once again, a small pile of leaves and dirt flying up at the impact. Slowly she got back up to her feet, her legs sore from the fall. A few short coughs vibrated through her throat as she glanced around, her ears up and alert.
A small look of confusion crossed over her eyes. Where was Altair? Surely he wasn't that slow. A small huff escaped from deep within her throat as the look of irritation spread over her facial features. Well, what was the fun in this?
For the first time in a number of weeks she could actually act and feel like the pup she was, romping around with her brother or playing games without the worry of an unexpected danger or not being able to find enough food to last. Well, there was always the possibility of danger but, at least with a pack to be a part of, she didn't have to feel so alone.
Swiftly the female's legs carried her. The dingo's jaw hung open loosely with her tongue dropped down and flailing as she panted, becoming short of breath. It was only morning but something about the humidity of the area made it feel hotter than it actually was. A smile crossed over her muzzle in enjoyment. She may not have easily joined that large wolf on the short venture to this place, nor have liked it, but being here with her brother and being able to play was something she was happy about - but she would never let the black wolf, Vincent, know that, for she had far too much pride. She had no need to put herself in a bad mood now, all she had to do was focus on running away from her pursuer.
Her small form moved awkwardly as she ran, the foreign landscape causing her to constantly trip and stumble, but she always managed to catch herself. Her eyes scanned the area as she moved. There! It was the perfect spot. A fallen tree that had caught itself upon another tree that still stood upright. This moss-covered log that lay at a slant would make the perfect perch for her to await her brother. Carelessly she jumped onto the log and began to walk upwards, padding up higher so as to be less likely to be noticed and have a better jumping advantage for the game. But, not being careful had its drawbacks as she soon learned. One misplaced paw sent her toppling down upon the jungle floor once again, a small pile of leaves and dirt flying up at the impact. Slowly she got back up to her feet, her legs sore from the fall. A few short coughs vibrated through her throat as she glanced around, her ears up and alert.
A small look of confusion crossed over her eyes. Where was Altair? Surely he wasn't that slow. A small huff escaped from deep within her throat as the look of irritation spread over her facial features. Well, what was the fun in this?
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Crowley is a canine who frequently suffers from his bipolar diagnosis. His constant mood swings can cause any canine to not want to hang out around him for long periods of time. He is easily persuaded into doing the dirty work of others as he really has no cares or worries in the world. When it comes to relationships it is practically a "no-go" situation for long-term. Being able to stay around a particular canine for a large period of time has never ended well for him so he tends to wander off without a word after a few weeks - which is also why he has never joined a pack. Depending on who he has associated himself with he may act kind and fun-loving or he may act like a killer with a never-ending lust for blood. He believes something traumatic must have occurred in his lifetime for he has no clue what had happened to him before wandering into the city of Chicago. It is all just a blur from his pup-hood to that time when he found himself within the city. He is unsure if he ever had a life outside or not. His only clue is the red bandana he wears around his neck.
Even though he tends to steer away from too much social contact, like any canine he craves it and it is part of his well-being overall. This is why he has started talking to himself if he becomes too lonely. Don't be mistaken, it is not that he is crazy but he actually believes he sees another canine beside him. She is a border collie he has come to name Sarah. However, she is only around when he is by himself - for the most part - and no one is certain if she ever really was a real canine whom he had known in the past and held a place in his memories, or if he truly is just going crazy.
One of the most notable features of this canine's personality is how he "mirrors" other canines. He does not mock them nor perform any acts they do but instead he can sense their emotions and mimics them. For example, a calm canine he meets he will naturally act calm while if he met a threatening being he would grow tense and strive to be just as threatening. However, once by himself his emotions become "normal" and unpredictable depending on his mood.
history: With an unknown history a few surprises may be in store. Tidbits of flashbacks frequently arise but putting the story together is too much like an overly-complicated puzzle.
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