Post by Squeeji on Nov 7, 2009 0:36:01 GMT -5
Name: Stevie
Gender: Female
Species: Domestic Dog
Breed: Golden Retriever/German Shepherd Dog/Unknown
Age: 3
Height: 2' 2"
Weight: 61lbs
Pack: Hallow
Rank: Scout
Personality: A tough, rough and rumble sort of gal, Stevie has been referred to as a male in a female suit. Ambiguous to the gender roles she should carry herself with, she does act like an alpha male...gregarious, aggressive, and forward...almost to the point of being assaulting or insulting, she hardly means it. In fact, it appears that to her, its all in good fun...at least, to her. If she wants something, she'll take it, unless otherwise shown by force or superior brainpower that she cannot have it, and that is tied to most anything: food, resources, territory, ranks...even the company of other canines...she's very pushy.
Stevie's life has been one battle after another, and she's not particularly certain how to behave outside of combat or the demanding rigors of being part of a cutthroat ruleless pack. So her course behavior is actually something she isn't mindful of, which only leaves her confused when others take offense, she's only doing what she has to to survive after all! But she rarely takes things seriously long enough to stay hurt. To her, the majority of life isn't worth being all too concerned about, and she takes everything with a somewhat bitter laugh, as she points out that: "You shoudn't take life too seriously, because you'll never make it out alive." Which only often compounds her issues with others. She comes off as mean, and flippiant.
But there is another side of Stevie that most don't see, an introspective creature that often drowns in inability to make connections with others has only worsesned her attitude. She's given up in a sense, knowing she's much better at fighting than friendship, and she takes great pride at that. Taking heart that she's a better warrior then she would ever be anything else. In that case, she's terribly cocky, which makes things even worse!
Strengths: Stevie is an able fighter, she's fast and strong. Rarely takes offense and has a rather good sense of humor about things. Rather patient all things considered, especially towards folks who are obviously not of warrior ilk.
Weaknesses: Not the sort of female that can take a whole lot of damage, suffering from the glass canon affect, powerful, but lacks stamina. Generally offputting with her dominant behavior and her might makes right ways.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
What qualities do they look for in a mate: No sissies allowed, Stevie doesn't coddle, and she isn't interested in dealing with anyone who isn't as tough as herself. Other than that, she seems attracted to folks more when it seems the two wouldn't fit together.
Mate: N/A
Parents: Howard [Father], Margaret [Mother]
Siblings: Stephen [Brother], Steven [Brother]
Offspring: N/A
Appearance:
Stevie is a sturdy canine whose muscular form almost seems somewhat masculine, her body is the athletic lithe build of her German Shepherd ancestry, strong in the shoulders, compact feet, a long in the neck, with a sloping spine and low haunches. Her legs are thick, and all four of them have dew claws, strangely enough. However her face is where things are a bit off, she's a jowly female with a prominant jaws, obviously of soft mouthed hunting dog blood, though that's not to say she's completely unpretty, she has gentle hazel eyes, and a youthful face, and a nice smile when she tries. Her ears are perky, but floppy at the tips, making some people think she's some sort of collie mix.
Her entire body covered in a short silky coat of blond fur, darker upon her back, and fading towards her stomach, where it feathers around her face, elbows and tail. The scars on her body are countless, and of varying levels of severity, fortunately, the fur is thick enough to cover the majority of the markings however, the most notible scar is on her left cheek where the fur is short.
History:
Stevie was brought up in a pack of dogs made up of escaped fighting dogs, somewhat ruthless, they lacked the discipline to police themselves in a healthy manner, instead, the pack carried themselves in an extreme facist society, where might made right, anything and everything that you had or owned could be taken from you if you weren't strong enough to hang onto it. That included everything, from mates, food, and dens. Stevie and her brothers were raised not even certain who their father was. Except that there was a male in their life on rare occasion, though like ther mother, he was a distant and cruel creature.
Raised the only girl among boys in such a rough society, Stevie grew up fast, and somewhat coarse, however she somehow learned to thrive in such a setting. She became exemplar of warrior stock, out suriviving all but her brother Stephen, her mother and her father, Stevie went on to chew her way up to a top soldier position at a young age. However tough as she was, she lacked the cutthroat bloodlust that most of her packmates had. She could take it, she could dish it out, but when it came to killing another, she just didn't have the stomach for it. Perhaps it was because she wasn't a direct descendent of pit fighters, or maybe she was just generally a kind soul, but it wasn't long before things had become hard for her, her mercy was considered a weakness, and challenged by her own brother, and without the heart to tear her own brother's throat out, she backed down.
She trudged on for awhile as the varitable punching bag of her pack she kept towards the fringes of the only family she knew, being a virtual omega though she was not so cowed that she wouldn't fight back, because she would but she would not finish the job. It was tiresome work, and soon, she was bound to break, however, Stevie never got the chance, as her nomad pack was attacked by Sallian wolves. Stevie scattered with the survivors, not wanting to stand and fight against the wolves, those who did, were killed or enslaved. Though not wanting to be a coward, Stevie knew that she had no reason to be loyal, especially when that meant that she would no doubt die. She just lacked that sort of loyalty.
Free to some extent Stevie meandered the neutral territories of Kloteck until the cold winds of Winter started to blow in. Lately she has been loitering around the human settlements, where the smell of other dogs have piqued her interest, though she's finding it's difficult to make friends with these soft pets, but she is at least trying.
Theme song:
Gender: Female
Species: Domestic Dog
Breed: Golden Retriever/German Shepherd Dog/Unknown
Age: 3
Height: 2' 2"
Weight: 61lbs
Pack: Hallow
Rank: Scout
Personality: A tough, rough and rumble sort of gal, Stevie has been referred to as a male in a female suit. Ambiguous to the gender roles she should carry herself with, she does act like an alpha male...gregarious, aggressive, and forward...almost to the point of being assaulting or insulting, she hardly means it. In fact, it appears that to her, its all in good fun...at least, to her. If she wants something, she'll take it, unless otherwise shown by force or superior brainpower that she cannot have it, and that is tied to most anything: food, resources, territory, ranks...even the company of other canines...she's very pushy.
Stevie's life has been one battle after another, and she's not particularly certain how to behave outside of combat or the demanding rigors of being part of a cutthroat ruleless pack. So her course behavior is actually something she isn't mindful of, which only leaves her confused when others take offense, she's only doing what she has to to survive after all! But she rarely takes things seriously long enough to stay hurt. To her, the majority of life isn't worth being all too concerned about, and she takes everything with a somewhat bitter laugh, as she points out that: "You shoudn't take life too seriously, because you'll never make it out alive." Which only often compounds her issues with others. She comes off as mean, and flippiant.
But there is another side of Stevie that most don't see, an introspective creature that often drowns in inability to make connections with others has only worsesned her attitude. She's given up in a sense, knowing she's much better at fighting than friendship, and she takes great pride at that. Taking heart that she's a better warrior then she would ever be anything else. In that case, she's terribly cocky, which makes things even worse!
Strengths: Stevie is an able fighter, she's fast and strong. Rarely takes offense and has a rather good sense of humor about things. Rather patient all things considered, especially towards folks who are obviously not of warrior ilk.
Weaknesses: Not the sort of female that can take a whole lot of damage, suffering from the glass canon affect, powerful, but lacks stamina. Generally offputting with her dominant behavior and her might makes right ways.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
What qualities do they look for in a mate: No sissies allowed, Stevie doesn't coddle, and she isn't interested in dealing with anyone who isn't as tough as herself. Other than that, she seems attracted to folks more when it seems the two wouldn't fit together.
Mate: N/A
Parents: Howard [Father], Margaret [Mother]
Siblings: Stephen [Brother], Steven [Brother]
Offspring: N/A
Appearance:
Stevie is a sturdy canine whose muscular form almost seems somewhat masculine, her body is the athletic lithe build of her German Shepherd ancestry, strong in the shoulders, compact feet, a long in the neck, with a sloping spine and low haunches. Her legs are thick, and all four of them have dew claws, strangely enough. However her face is where things are a bit off, she's a jowly female with a prominant jaws, obviously of soft mouthed hunting dog blood, though that's not to say she's completely unpretty, she has gentle hazel eyes, and a youthful face, and a nice smile when she tries. Her ears are perky, but floppy at the tips, making some people think she's some sort of collie mix.
Her entire body covered in a short silky coat of blond fur, darker upon her back, and fading towards her stomach, where it feathers around her face, elbows and tail. The scars on her body are countless, and of varying levels of severity, fortunately, the fur is thick enough to cover the majority of the markings however, the most notible scar is on her left cheek where the fur is short.
History:
Stevie was brought up in a pack of dogs made up of escaped fighting dogs, somewhat ruthless, they lacked the discipline to police themselves in a healthy manner, instead, the pack carried themselves in an extreme facist society, where might made right, anything and everything that you had or owned could be taken from you if you weren't strong enough to hang onto it. That included everything, from mates, food, and dens. Stevie and her brothers were raised not even certain who their father was. Except that there was a male in their life on rare occasion, though like ther mother, he was a distant and cruel creature.
Raised the only girl among boys in such a rough society, Stevie grew up fast, and somewhat coarse, however she somehow learned to thrive in such a setting. She became exemplar of warrior stock, out suriviving all but her brother Stephen, her mother and her father, Stevie went on to chew her way up to a top soldier position at a young age. However tough as she was, she lacked the cutthroat bloodlust that most of her packmates had. She could take it, she could dish it out, but when it came to killing another, she just didn't have the stomach for it. Perhaps it was because she wasn't a direct descendent of pit fighters, or maybe she was just generally a kind soul, but it wasn't long before things had become hard for her, her mercy was considered a weakness, and challenged by her own brother, and without the heart to tear her own brother's throat out, she backed down.
She trudged on for awhile as the varitable punching bag of her pack she kept towards the fringes of the only family she knew, being a virtual omega though she was not so cowed that she wouldn't fight back, because she would but she would not finish the job. It was tiresome work, and soon, she was bound to break, however, Stevie never got the chance, as her nomad pack was attacked by Sallian wolves. Stevie scattered with the survivors, not wanting to stand and fight against the wolves, those who did, were killed or enslaved. Though not wanting to be a coward, Stevie knew that she had no reason to be loyal, especially when that meant that she would no doubt die. She just lacked that sort of loyalty.
Free to some extent Stevie meandered the neutral territories of Kloteck until the cold winds of Winter started to blow in. Lately she has been loitering around the human settlements, where the smell of other dogs have piqued her interest, though she's finding it's difficult to make friends with these soft pets, but she is at least trying.
Theme song:
Switchfoot- Lonely Nation
She turns like the ocean
She tells no emotion
She's been gunning down the fight
She's just reminiscing
Blood, sweat, and one thing's missing
She's been breaking up inside, inside
Singing without tongues
Screaming without lungs
I want more than my lonely nation
I want more than my lonely nation
Desperate we are young
Separate we are one
I want more than my desperation
I want more than my lonely nation
We are the target market
We set the corporate target
We are slaves of what we want
We're just numb and amused
And we're just used to bad news
And we are slaves of what we want
Singing without tongues
Screaming without lungs
I want more than my lonely nation
I want more than my lonely nation
Desperate we are young
Separate we are one
I want more than my desperation
I want more than my lonely nation
Lonely, lonely
Don't leave me hollow
I'm tired
Don't leave me hollow
I'm tired of feeling low
Feeling hollow
I'm tired of feeling low
Feeling hollow
I'm tired of feeling low
Feeling hollow
I'm tired of feeling low
Feeling hollow
Feeling hollow
Feeling hollow
Singing without tongues
Screaming without lungs
I want more than my desperation
I want more than my lonely nation
Desperate we are young
Separate we are one
I want more than my lonely nation
I want more than my lonely nation
I want more than my lonely nation
i want more than my lonely nation
She turns like the ocean
She tells no emotion
She's been gunning down the fight
She's just reminiscing
Blood, sweat, and one thing's missing
She's been breaking up inside, inside
Singing without tongues
Screaming without lungs
I want more than my lonely nation
I want more than my lonely nation
Desperate we are young
Separate we are one
I want more than my desperation
I want more than my lonely nation
We are the target market
We set the corporate target
We are slaves of what we want
We're just numb and amused
And we're just used to bad news
And we are slaves of what we want
Singing without tongues
Screaming without lungs
I want more than my lonely nation
I want more than my lonely nation
Desperate we are young
Separate we are one
I want more than my desperation
I want more than my lonely nation
Lonely, lonely
Don't leave me hollow
I'm tired
Don't leave me hollow
I'm tired of feeling low
Feeling hollow
I'm tired of feeling low
Feeling hollow
I'm tired of feeling low
Feeling hollow
I'm tired of feeling low
Feeling hollow
Feeling hollow
Feeling hollow
Singing without tongues
Screaming without lungs
I want more than my desperation
I want more than my lonely nation
Desperate we are young
Separate we are one
I want more than my lonely nation
I want more than my lonely nation
I want more than my lonely nation
i want more than my lonely nation
