Post by Squeeji on Oct 12, 2009 11:31:02 GMT -5
Name: Anna
Gender: Female
Species: Domestic Dog
Breed: Pembroke Welsh Corgi
Age: 4
Height: 12"
Weight: 23lbs
Pack: Synl
Rank: Greeter
Personality:
Anna is a sweet little female seems to have taken it to herself to take care of everyone around her, she's kind, and generous when she can be. She generally cares about the well being of the individuals of the pack, motley as they may be, she finds herself fussing over the other creatures. She's a regular mother hen canine, seeing herself as the guardian of the underdogs.
Though she sometimes comes off a cocky, but mostly she's talkative, and capable of being powerfully sarcastic when she gets bothered. Though she's usually the laid back sort, however she's also prone to bouts of shyness when she's completely caught off guard or out of her element. She isn't fond of change over much, but is less so fond of stagnation, so long as things aren't too extreme she can be a pleasant companion, willing to give up or drop everything for someone in legitimate need.
However there are no free-rides, as well intentioned as the corgi is, she's a tough-love sort, knowing that sometimes people don't need coddling to get motivated, sometimes they need a sharp kick to the tush. She has no problem giving people the shove they need in the right direction. Some might call her a little harsh or caustic but she knows whats she's doing, She might pick at, mock or hurt someone in the short run of trying to help them out, but she sees the big picture. Sometimes it's better to be honest or mean then to candy-coat the situation and make something worse.
Though she's outwardly chipper and strong, Anna is all but driven insane by her own self doubt. She has spent so much time inspecting her inner self that she has found faults that may or may not be there. She doesn’t like what she has seen. Little things like how she behaves or what she has achieved or not achieved can get her down in a funk for days. Instead of working out or releasing these feelings she often starts making a bother of herself, trying to find things to do to help. This nagging little feeling is breaking down his ability to keep herself contained, or basically stable.
Strengths: A very talented thief, Anna can use her small size to her advantage.
Weaknesses: Powerfully sarcastic, and tends to be a little rough, she also, second guesses herself a lot. Also, she's very, very short.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
What qualities do they look for in a mate: A male that can understand her behavior, and to a lesser extent that she can fuss over.
Mate: N/A
Parents: Nep [Father], Nelo [Mother]
Siblings: Abe, Allen, Aleau [Brother, Brother and Sister]
Appearance:
A pretty little corgi as far as her breed goes, but then again welsh dwarf dogs are laughable creatures in comparison to more noble breeds. The female is short, squat and low to the ground. With stubby legs and startling lack of tail. She's shaggy, with a notable mane on her neck and an abundance of tuft on her rump and elbows. As far as coloration goes, Anna is a common tawny color, with a white blaze over her muzzle that leads down her chin, legs and tummy. The back of her neck and her 'saddle' are a darker brown.
Though she's small, Anna carries herself like a dog six or seven times her size. She's commonly seen with a bold little smirk on her fox-like muzzle, looking through her little rhinestone cats-eye glasses with her light brown eyes. Though her tail is missing, there isn't much lost in translation when Anna communicates, her large radar-esque ears betray her emotions even when she's trying to be coy. Other than the glasses, Anna isn't very fond of an abundance of accessories, with the exception of a green polka dot scarf, though its tattered and filthy she doesn't dare part with it. As there is some strong emotional tie to the rag that she doesn't often share.
History:
Anna lived out her early pup-hood on the countryside, away from the villages and forests that many canines were comfortable with. There was very little amenity as a farm dog, for her it was a life of hard and thankless work. And while she towed the line she could never quite live down the reputation of her father, Nep, a rogue who had not only left the farm, but had attacked the human who fed them. It wasn't long before he was hunted down as a mad wild dog and killed for his actions.
With the amount she had to work to gain just a little bit of respect by her peers it became more and more tempting to follow in her father's footsteps. Though Anna couldn't really bring it to herself to become the monster that he had been, instead, she would just get up and leave.
Her mother begged her to reconsider, arguing that she was too small to go out living in the woods with the big wild dogs that inhabited them. Or worse to run into her mad dog father. But Anna was unfazed by her warnings, feeling that she needed make a name for herself away from the shadow of a male she had never met. A honorable charge perhaps, but arguably, perhaps the female was shirking from her problems.
Life away from the farm was difficult, her mother was right about her not being as large as other dogs, she couldn't keep up with some of the things they did and the other beasts laughed at her proportions, she didn't seem like she'd be able to survive on her own. But she was clever, and swift, and those creatures who mocked her so soon ceased their laughter when the little dog they overlooked swiped their food. It was desperation that had led her to thievery, and she wasn't exactly proud of her actions. But when it came down to it, it was either that or death. And she was good at it, real good. Though Anna didn't dare venture into the villages, seeing herself now as a a bit of a pariah. Becoming more and more like a wild dog herself, unwelcome by village dogs and humans alike. She was actually scared to try to fit in with the locals in fear of retribution.
After a build up of paranoia, she ran off to the woods, which made things much worse, she had run into her fair share of fights, and lost more often than not. It took ages, but it wasn't long until the dogged little corgi found her way to the territory of the Synl. Having been hounded there by the larger canines that had not wanted her around, feral dogs and wolves. She hasn't introduced herself yet, but she knows she has to consider it, she doesn't really no how much longer she can keep running or fighting.
Gender: Female
Species: Domestic Dog
Breed: Pembroke Welsh Corgi
Age: 4
Height: 12"
Weight: 23lbs
Pack: Synl
Rank: Greeter
Personality:
Anna is a sweet little female seems to have taken it to herself to take care of everyone around her, she's kind, and generous when she can be. She generally cares about the well being of the individuals of the pack, motley as they may be, she finds herself fussing over the other creatures. She's a regular mother hen canine, seeing herself as the guardian of the underdogs.
Though she sometimes comes off a cocky, but mostly she's talkative, and capable of being powerfully sarcastic when she gets bothered. Though she's usually the laid back sort, however she's also prone to bouts of shyness when she's completely caught off guard or out of her element. She isn't fond of change over much, but is less so fond of stagnation, so long as things aren't too extreme she can be a pleasant companion, willing to give up or drop everything for someone in legitimate need.
However there are no free-rides, as well intentioned as the corgi is, she's a tough-love sort, knowing that sometimes people don't need coddling to get motivated, sometimes they need a sharp kick to the tush. She has no problem giving people the shove they need in the right direction. Some might call her a little harsh or caustic but she knows whats she's doing, She might pick at, mock or hurt someone in the short run of trying to help them out, but she sees the big picture. Sometimes it's better to be honest or mean then to candy-coat the situation and make something worse.
Though she's outwardly chipper and strong, Anna is all but driven insane by her own self doubt. She has spent so much time inspecting her inner self that she has found faults that may or may not be there. She doesn’t like what she has seen. Little things like how she behaves or what she has achieved or not achieved can get her down in a funk for days. Instead of working out or releasing these feelings she often starts making a bother of herself, trying to find things to do to help. This nagging little feeling is breaking down his ability to keep herself contained, or basically stable.
Strengths: A very talented thief, Anna can use her small size to her advantage.
Weaknesses: Powerfully sarcastic, and tends to be a little rough, she also, second guesses herself a lot. Also, she's very, very short.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
What qualities do they look for in a mate: A male that can understand her behavior, and to a lesser extent that she can fuss over.
Mate: N/A
Parents: Nep [Father], Nelo [Mother]
Siblings: Abe, Allen, Aleau [Brother, Brother and Sister]
Appearance:
A pretty little corgi as far as her breed goes, but then again welsh dwarf dogs are laughable creatures in comparison to more noble breeds. The female is short, squat and low to the ground. With stubby legs and startling lack of tail. She's shaggy, with a notable mane on her neck and an abundance of tuft on her rump and elbows. As far as coloration goes, Anna is a common tawny color, with a white blaze over her muzzle that leads down her chin, legs and tummy. The back of her neck and her 'saddle' are a darker brown.
Though she's small, Anna carries herself like a dog six or seven times her size. She's commonly seen with a bold little smirk on her fox-like muzzle, looking through her little rhinestone cats-eye glasses with her light brown eyes. Though her tail is missing, there isn't much lost in translation when Anna communicates, her large radar-esque ears betray her emotions even when she's trying to be coy. Other than the glasses, Anna isn't very fond of an abundance of accessories, with the exception of a green polka dot scarf, though its tattered and filthy she doesn't dare part with it. As there is some strong emotional tie to the rag that she doesn't often share.
History:
Anna lived out her early pup-hood on the countryside, away from the villages and forests that many canines were comfortable with. There was very little amenity as a farm dog, for her it was a life of hard and thankless work. And while she towed the line she could never quite live down the reputation of her father, Nep, a rogue who had not only left the farm, but had attacked the human who fed them. It wasn't long before he was hunted down as a mad wild dog and killed for his actions.
With the amount she had to work to gain just a little bit of respect by her peers it became more and more tempting to follow in her father's footsteps. Though Anna couldn't really bring it to herself to become the monster that he had been, instead, she would just get up and leave.
Her mother begged her to reconsider, arguing that she was too small to go out living in the woods with the big wild dogs that inhabited them. Or worse to run into her mad dog father. But Anna was unfazed by her warnings, feeling that she needed make a name for herself away from the shadow of a male she had never met. A honorable charge perhaps, but arguably, perhaps the female was shirking from her problems.
Life away from the farm was difficult, her mother was right about her not being as large as other dogs, she couldn't keep up with some of the things they did and the other beasts laughed at her proportions, she didn't seem like she'd be able to survive on her own. But she was clever, and swift, and those creatures who mocked her so soon ceased their laughter when the little dog they overlooked swiped their food. It was desperation that had led her to thievery, and she wasn't exactly proud of her actions. But when it came down to it, it was either that or death. And she was good at it, real good. Though Anna didn't dare venture into the villages, seeing herself now as a a bit of a pariah. Becoming more and more like a wild dog herself, unwelcome by village dogs and humans alike. She was actually scared to try to fit in with the locals in fear of retribution.
After a build up of paranoia, she ran off to the woods, which made things much worse, she had run into her fair share of fights, and lost more often than not. It took ages, but it wasn't long until the dogged little corgi found her way to the territory of the Synl. Having been hounded there by the larger canines that had not wanted her around, feral dogs and wolves. She hasn't introduced herself yet, but she knows she has to consider it, she doesn't really no how much longer she can keep running or fighting.
