Post by Vrancho on Dec 9, 2012 12:30:43 GMT -7
- - - - nickname(s), Beezer, Wonder, Tornado, Ghost, Dusty
- - - - gender, Male
- - - - age, Three years
- - - - breed, Ibizan Hound
- - - - sexuality, Straight
- - - - allegiance, East
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- - - - fur, Tan and White
- - - - build, Slender, muscular, athletic
- - - - distinguishing marks, White mark on left hindquarters, half of tail is white, odd shaped tan marking right on top of head
- - - - height, 27 inches
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{ Baby, you were wrong, 'bout me }
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- Sunshine
- Bitches in heat
- Females
- Idiots like himself
- He has an obsession with dirt, mud, anything on the ground
- - - - Almonte hates,
- Water
- Fire
- the cold
- winter
- males
- - - - strengths,
- Quirky
- Fun
- Friendly
- Humorous
- Graceful
- - - - weaknesses,
- Mean
- Sexy
- Stubborn
- Spiteful
- Angry
- - - - ambitions,
- Love
- Hope
- Joy
- - - - fears,
- Males
- Water
- Cold
- - - - overall personality, Almonte is the kind of guy who plays with his food before eating it, sleeps with one female, then moves on to another, he can never settle down. He probably never will settle down and find a mate, but if he does, the female would have to be patient and kind. He is vicious, he hates dogs of his own gender, they are comepletely and utterly worthless too him. He has had a tough past.
There is hardly a good bone in his body, he hates winter, the cold, water, and has an obsession with dirt, mud, grass, and anything he finds on the ground, bubblegum, hairs from another animal, dust, debris, he is disgusting and a complete dork. He likes to be the center of attention and will do anything to captivate any one's personal attention. He loves to run and play, he is quite active, as well as graceful.
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- - - - mother's name, Ezmeralda
- - - - siblings, None
- - - - non-blood family, None
- - - - overall history, Almonte was born in a root cellar; his parents had hid there in that abandoned house from a pack of wolves who had been hunting them. They were strays and so they did not have humans to look after them; they feared the humans. It was not too long after that that Almonte's mother gave birth to a litter of four siblings, including Almonte. One day, when the pups were six months old and weaned, the wolves found them, curled up in that root cellar, frightened and wide-eyed. They killed everyone except Almonte.
Almonte had slipped between the wolf leader's legs, and had ran and ran. Now he was alone in the world, without any parents, his siblings were gone. Tears blinded Almonte as he escaped. He became, somehow, well-known as Ghost, for he stole from people and dogs, and disappeared in a ghost-like fashion. He was an outlaw, he lived beyond the law of canine and man. He was devastated about losing his family but he put his past behind him.
Ghost hates the male species, because the wolf pack that attacked his family were made up of only males; there were twenty five of them; Ghost's family was completely outnumbered, they couldn't have escaped, no matter how hard they would have fought. Plus the wolves were so stealthy and brutal. Ghost came to this region, hoping to find a better life, and a new family. He wanted to belong.
- - - - rp sample, Almonte lay hunched down, his paws outstretched, in the warm sun. It wasn't like him to stay in one place for so long; he had been here for an hour at least, and he was beginning to get quite hungry, but he was just too comfortable to move. Sighing, he woke himself up; he was just dozing, only half asleep. Instincts and life in the wild had outweighed comfort and safety. He launched himself over the small hedge near him, and began to run, picking up the scent of a doe.
Whipping winds bumped and brushed along sleek, short tan and white patched fur, ears pricked, alert, eyes dashing to and fro, a moving tornado of wonder. He was handsome, beautiful, flying gracefully over every obstacle, everything that was in his way. Eyes locked; paws pattering, he came upon the doe. He wagged his tail, he would no longer be hungry. He hurled himself through the air. He landed near the doe's neck. He dug his claws into her body, and sank his teeth into that life giving artery. Ghost had made the kill.[/ul][/ul]
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