Post by merle on Oct 10, 2012 10:12:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #9c5f5b, bTable][tr][cs=2] Treble, Age 2, Raider's Pack | |
[rs=2] | Name: Treble Nickname: None Age: 2 Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight Breed: Husky Pack: Raider's Pack (if posible) Bought Items: None yet. Likes:
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Overall Personality: Treble is strong, somewhat cocky and proud of what he has made himself. He is somewhat harsh, but not overly aggressive or cold. He can be kind when the situation calls for it, but is typically very business minded. He won't spend hours trying to console a saddened peer, but might be able to spare a few kind words here and there. Treble is leader minded and somewhat stubborn, once his mind is made up there is generally no swaying him. He is not mean, but can come off as being so when those around him don't know his personality. There are times when he can be all out sweet, but you won't catch him in that state of mind very often. He prefers to plan and think things through thoroughly before plunging into any situation. Treble enjoys watching his plans unfold successfully, and you won't find him in a better mood then when this has happened. Treble can rarely be found playing or being foolish, but there are exceptions to this part of him as well. History: None. Role-playing Sample: He padded silently within the confines of the small yard, sniffing somewhat aimlessly. Treble didn't know what he was looking for, just something to make the day less boring. He lifted his head to listen, perking his pointed ears but heard only the whisper of the woods that stood behind him. He shook out his snow colored pelt, sending shed hair swirling into the air to land daintily at his feet. He turned his head, peering into the woods with icy colored eyes. A scent wafted into his nostrils but he didn't move, only deeply inhaled it standing stock still. In a flash of white fur, he dashed toward the hare that had appeared just inside the tree line. Parting his muzzle with what could be described as an excited grin, he raced around in zigzagging lines and sharp curves. The screaming creature at last dove it's way into it's den. Treble slid to a stop and snuffed his nose down into the earth where the creature had disappeared. He could smell it's hot blood rushing around it's body, but it held little appeal for him. He had recently fed himself, and had no interest in killing for sport. There was little more interest for the hare then in the chase. |
Merle, approx 8 years. |