Post by Squeeji on Oct 11, 2009 1:23:12 GMT -5
Name: Murk
Gender: Male
Species: Domestic Dog
Breed: Wolf Hound/Great Dane
Age: 4
Height: 3'6"
Weight: 112 lbs
Pack: Rakine
Rank: N/A
Personality:
Murk is mad. Not angry, but insane as a March hare. Yes, he can parrot very pretty things and on occasion be privy to some startling intellect. Like some wise beast lives in the great body that breaks out from time only to be beaten back into submission by some violent tormented inner voice.
Because of his constant internal battle, many around become the victim of that horrible mismatched warfare. Though not always violent (though he can be terribly so) he is always a creature of intense emotions, rocketing between high and low in a virtual heartbeat.
Certain things scare him, too, sometimes so much he can't move or think or talk, but that kind of petrifaction gets rarer and rarer with each passing day. There are signs of abuse and methodical torture over every inch of his starved gray body, but they bother him less the better he becomes at forgetting. Something's there, but it happened to someone else.
The beast lives to sneak from the dark road, seemingly melting from the darkness in order to frighten people. His only feeling of strength in a world that he feels has forsaken him. He is always hungry the large dark shuck isn't one to be sated. He never has a enough food or has caused enough fear by the end of the night. He stalks the long shadows there and holds discourse with the tide and rock crabs, hiding by daylight and eating by night
Strengths: Murk is an incredibly strong and agile fighter for his size, its easy to tell he was once quite formidable. Extremely street smart has been able to survive within human settlements without an owner for many years without getting himself in trouble.
Weaknesses: He's crazier than a bag of wet cats.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
What qualities do they look for in a mate: Not really looking.
Mate: Unknown [Deceased]
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Appearance:
A tall creature, Murk looks like a creature from a scary story, a horrible shadowy shuck that cuts an elegant build; strong and well muscled, sleek, with long legs and a long neck. Surely he takes after whomever his Great Dane progenitor was; noble in his own sense. A good looking male, his face is sharp featured with warm honey colored eyes and fair set of jowls; though his ears seem a little over much long, even though they're docked.
But the male isn't all terrible grace and bearing, he's also kind of scruffy too. His coat is a murky blue dotted with dark blotches, a Merle. There is no white on his figure to speak of; the strange part about Murk is his coat. Rather than being the smooth shiny fur of a Dane, his is a short wiry pelt that looks as though the beast is constantly dirty, or grubby, For which he is, often coated in a mist of dried sea salt and sand and on occasion a bit of blood, of course whether or not it's his or someone else’s is a topic of debate, when asked the male only laughs and flashes a set of crooked wicked yellowed teeth.
History:
Murk was born to guard dog of a loan broker nestled in the shadier part of the port. His was small litter that barely survived the tides and the life around the sea the little pups often were too adventurous and were washed to sea as they began to wander from the safety of their mother. Though sad, thus was the life of those who lived too close to the waterside, it was a dangerous, treacherous life to live. And over time the small blotchy pup known as Murk grew to become a very large very treacherous beast himself.
He took over guardianship of the broker as he grew up, often taking the blunt of any trauma that his master would have been given. Though many men reconsidered attack when they saw Murk, the large wicked looking monster of a dog gave many humans pause. Though he often gave even more dogs among the port reason to fear as well...as he certainly had the reputation of a ruffian, and often made an example to those dogs who tried to play hero when he was doing his job.
So Murk kept to himself. He was left alone and he liked it. Although some folks just couldn't leave him well enough alone, and truly his life was worse for it. It just so happened that Murk became the very target of some young female's attentions...not that he had a problem with that, mind you, but he soon found himself falling for the female in return. They lived comfortably enough, and soon his mate was pregnant. Though they hid themselves away, as a working dog for a bad man, Murk knew that he could not justifiably work for his master and keep his love safe...so he promised that the two of them would leave. However, this never happened...
When bringing back food to his mate, Murk was followed back to his den by his master, when finding where he had hidden with his bitch, the man killed his mate, and when Murk returned, beat him nearly into a pulp. In his grief and rage Murk rose up against his master and tore him asunder...running off into the dark night before others could figure out what he had done.
And that's where the story ends. It’s really not as sad as all that. Murk pushed his angst and anger down until everything seems only like a story he had heard about someone else. He's thus made his life that of a ghost upon the port of Rakine...almost like a ghost story that almost every dog knows is true. A creature mad with love he no longer feels, and filled with hate that he has no place to direct..Instead the monster spends his time howling into the salt wind. Twice damned and cursed to never fully sate what he feels is an empty hunger...when truly all he hungers for is not food, but something far more ethereal...
Currently the beast is somewhat under control, however still as secretive as ever and still wild as a north wind...
Gender: Male
Species: Domestic Dog
Breed: Wolf Hound/Great Dane
Age: 4
Height: 3'6"
Weight: 112 lbs
Pack: Rakine
Rank: N/A
Personality:
Murk is mad. Not angry, but insane as a March hare. Yes, he can parrot very pretty things and on occasion be privy to some startling intellect. Like some wise beast lives in the great body that breaks out from time only to be beaten back into submission by some violent tormented inner voice.
Because of his constant internal battle, many around become the victim of that horrible mismatched warfare. Though not always violent (though he can be terribly so) he is always a creature of intense emotions, rocketing between high and low in a virtual heartbeat.
Certain things scare him, too, sometimes so much he can't move or think or talk, but that kind of petrifaction gets rarer and rarer with each passing day. There are signs of abuse and methodical torture over every inch of his starved gray body, but they bother him less the better he becomes at forgetting. Something's there, but it happened to someone else.
The beast lives to sneak from the dark road, seemingly melting from the darkness in order to frighten people. His only feeling of strength in a world that he feels has forsaken him. He is always hungry the large dark shuck isn't one to be sated. He never has a enough food or has caused enough fear by the end of the night. He stalks the long shadows there and holds discourse with the tide and rock crabs, hiding by daylight and eating by night
Strengths: Murk is an incredibly strong and agile fighter for his size, its easy to tell he was once quite formidable. Extremely street smart has been able to survive within human settlements without an owner for many years without getting himself in trouble.
Weaknesses: He's crazier than a bag of wet cats.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
What qualities do they look for in a mate: Not really looking.
Mate: Unknown [Deceased]
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Appearance:
A tall creature, Murk looks like a creature from a scary story, a horrible shadowy shuck that cuts an elegant build; strong and well muscled, sleek, with long legs and a long neck. Surely he takes after whomever his Great Dane progenitor was; noble in his own sense. A good looking male, his face is sharp featured with warm honey colored eyes and fair set of jowls; though his ears seem a little over much long, even though they're docked.
But the male isn't all terrible grace and bearing, he's also kind of scruffy too. His coat is a murky blue dotted with dark blotches, a Merle. There is no white on his figure to speak of; the strange part about Murk is his coat. Rather than being the smooth shiny fur of a Dane, his is a short wiry pelt that looks as though the beast is constantly dirty, or grubby, For which he is, often coated in a mist of dried sea salt and sand and on occasion a bit of blood, of course whether or not it's his or someone else’s is a topic of debate, when asked the male only laughs and flashes a set of crooked wicked yellowed teeth.
History:
Murk was born to guard dog of a loan broker nestled in the shadier part of the port. His was small litter that barely survived the tides and the life around the sea the little pups often were too adventurous and were washed to sea as they began to wander from the safety of their mother. Though sad, thus was the life of those who lived too close to the waterside, it was a dangerous, treacherous life to live. And over time the small blotchy pup known as Murk grew to become a very large very treacherous beast himself.
He took over guardianship of the broker as he grew up, often taking the blunt of any trauma that his master would have been given. Though many men reconsidered attack when they saw Murk, the large wicked looking monster of a dog gave many humans pause. Though he often gave even more dogs among the port reason to fear as well...as he certainly had the reputation of a ruffian, and often made an example to those dogs who tried to play hero when he was doing his job.
So Murk kept to himself. He was left alone and he liked it. Although some folks just couldn't leave him well enough alone, and truly his life was worse for it. It just so happened that Murk became the very target of some young female's attentions...not that he had a problem with that, mind you, but he soon found himself falling for the female in return. They lived comfortably enough, and soon his mate was pregnant. Though they hid themselves away, as a working dog for a bad man, Murk knew that he could not justifiably work for his master and keep his love safe...so he promised that the two of them would leave. However, this never happened...
When bringing back food to his mate, Murk was followed back to his den by his master, when finding where he had hidden with his bitch, the man killed his mate, and when Murk returned, beat him nearly into a pulp. In his grief and rage Murk rose up against his master and tore him asunder...running off into the dark night before others could figure out what he had done.
And that's where the story ends. It’s really not as sad as all that. Murk pushed his angst and anger down until everything seems only like a story he had heard about someone else. He's thus made his life that of a ghost upon the port of Rakine...almost like a ghost story that almost every dog knows is true. A creature mad with love he no longer feels, and filled with hate that he has no place to direct..Instead the monster spends his time howling into the salt wind. Twice damned and cursed to never fully sate what he feels is an empty hunger...when truly all he hungers for is not food, but something far more ethereal...
Currently the beast is somewhat under control, however still as secretive as ever and still wild as a north wind...
