Post by Sneak on Oct 3, 2012 0:16:31 GMT -5
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[rs=2] | Name: Panem Nickname: None. Just Panem. CLOSE Friends may call him "Pan". Age: 3 Years. Gender: Male Sexuality: Females. Breed: Purebred Czechoslovakian Wolfdog Pack: Outsider Likes:
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Overall Personality: Panem is an asshole. Class A, no good asshole. He doesn't get a long with other male dogs at all, but will tolerate the company of females and certain pups. He is a loner and does not want to have a pack, unless he is running it. He has authority issues, and is not shy about that. He is scared of people, guns and leashes/collars. Some people think this may have been caused from being tied up, and possibly witnessing an execution. It's rumored that it was his mother who was shot in front of him, and he was forced to watch. He is somewhat messed up in the head, and sometimes blacks out into violent fits of rage. When this happens he cannot control what he does or says, 99% of the time. The only thing that will calm him out of this fits is ice cold water, or someone has to knock him around. But either are almost impossible because of his constant snapping jaws. He does not know what triggers this, but he hates it and this is the main reason he prefers to be alone. History: No one knows quite where Panem came from, only that he was abandoned at an early age. And he hates people because of this. Role-playing Sample: (This is from an E-mail Role Play of my character Lindy.) 5:00AM. This is pretty much how all of Lindy’s days started. Since the “Days of Wealth” had ended, she had learned to fend for herself. She was young, at 21. She stood at 5’3, weighed roughly 140lbs (which is small for an Akita) and had dark brown hair, that for the moment she let hang over her shoulders. Sighing she looked out of her beaten homes window, watching the little bit of light poke over the abandoned buildings. Shaking out her coat she stood, stretching and then looked to her most trusted companion, her bow and arrows. Is it the most effective weapon for the “Days of Despair”? Absolutely not. But, it was something she knew she could always have supplies for. She knew how to make a bow, and she damn sure knew how to make arrows. Smiling though, she looked to her pistol that laid beside her bed. She nodded and then walked over to the set of clothes that she used when she went out. They were dark leather shoes, black pants, a black shirt and a coat that was an off green color. Her tail swished behind her as she anticipated the hunt. 5:30AM. Lindy’s eyes looked through the trees, and she could see her spot. It looked as though someone had poked around in it. Her lips pulled back into a snarl, and her ears flattened against her large head. She moved quietly through the forest - which was easy for her, since most of her free time was spent out here. She walked a good ways around the small cave with the blind in front of it, to circle around to the back. Once she was on top of the cave, she lowered herself down to it, and pressed her ear to the cool rock. Nothing. She lifted her muzzle into the air, taking in deep breaths. Deer, rabbits, squirrels. Nothing was out of the ordinary, here. But she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. With quick glances to each side, she quickly slithered into the cave, slipping past her blind without disturbing much of it. 5:55AM. The caves dampness made the Akita feel at home. Where there is water, there is life. The small creek outside the cave was proof of that. This is where she set some fish nets, and she did see a small family of deer crossing not too long ago. Maybe a month. Edible roots were also plentiful here. Speaking of, the Akita quickly poked her head from behind the blind, looking to a spot about 4 feet away. A slight gasp escaped her mouth. Great! The Arrowroot was growing back. She often dug these plants up, and cooked the roots when she was running low on much else. Excellent starch source. She smiled and disappeared back into the cave. The sun was almost done rising, when a twig snapping caught the dog’s attention. Her ears flicked, and she sniffed toward the blind. Raccoon. No use in even bothering. She’d give him about 15 minutes to clear out, before she revealed her hiding spot. 6:15AM. He should be gone by now. Surveying the air yet again with her powerful nose, she nodded. Yep. He’s gone. Pushing herself off the damp cave floor, Lindy poked her head from behind the blind and then slipped past it. Breathing deeply, she nodded and headed East. Her quiver was only armed with 5 arrows today, she was running low. And she needed a turkey today. Her arrow point of choice was turkey bone. She sighed and looked to the tree tops, if only she could climb. Can’t win them all, I guess. A branch snapping to her right caused her to in one motion draw her bow and arrow, ready for release. She sighed as she noticed the fox kit. She shook her head and scooted off once more. The air had a strange smell in it today, but what it was, she couldn’t quite put her paw on it. |
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