Post by bubbles on Oct 8, 2012 0:15:01 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] FLICKER. 4 YEARS. OUTSIDER. | |
[rs=2] | Name: Flicker Nickname: Flick, Flicker Age: 4 Years Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Breed: Garafiano Shepherd Dog Pack: Outsider Bought Items: None currently. Likes:
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Overall Personality: There is a range of traits one must get to know if they are to tolerate Flicker. They can go from calm and wanting to make friends, from all-out insane and getting ready to tear a dog’s head off if they splash him in a puddle. - Ecstatic; when faced with friendly animals or butterflies, or an exceptionally sunny day, or even just seeing a colorful caterpillar on a leaf can boost Flicker’s overall mood for the day. Flicker doesn’t seem to be capable of having neutral feelings, but is either very sad, extremely happy and hyper, or just straight up psychopathic. On his more ecstatic side, Flicker can jump all about the place and claim a dog as his best friend after just a few minutes of being acquainted with them. Being around dogs just makes him overall happy, so a friendly face sends him through the roof with happiness. - Obsessive Compulsive; Flicker, everyone should know, despises, and is almost horrified by mud. When it even begins raining he goes to a concrete shelter or some-place where the ground won’t turn to mush under his paws. If he as much as steps in a murky puddle, he’ll be bothered for the entire week and grumble about it. Whenever he is forced to enter tunnels or caves, he’ll do everything in his power to not go in. Whatever it is, let it be trying to wrap himself around a tree, digging his claws into the dirt, or plain out going spaz-attack on the nearest dog. He also has a major fear of being spied on, but doesn’t speak of it, afraid others will get ideas. History: This isn't going to be real well thought-out, but he was basically raised by a psychopathic mother who killed the father as soon as he and three other siblings were born. She then proceeded to throw the others down a crumbling human well, while Flicker managed to crawl off, but still keeps a scar on his left hind leg where she bit him, trying to pull him back. Flicker was literally half-blind and not even walking, when a deep growl was heard and he was swept off the ground. He heard the helpless yelps of his mother, but soon fell asleep in the gentle jaws of this unfamiliar dog. He vaguely remembers suckling with a gentle, large brown dog and a kind black dog who licked his head often. There were two other pups; one brown and one black, who he later realized were the couple's pups, and they had taken him in. The kindhearted act of this family, however, did not hardly prevent him from inheriting his mother's psychopathic traits. He is just slightly better than that, but still can go into rampages when he gets mud on his paws and can be feared at times like those. Role-playing Sample: Starryeyes grumpily trudged through the marsh, her tail dragging, sopping wet. The Clan-cat had been exiled from her Clan, she had already forgotten the name of it, not a very important one, because she had had a crush on the medicine cat. It was really harsh, she thought, but the medicine cat had liked her back, so why did they get to stay? Probably just because the Clan was using them for their skills of herb-using and such, as the others all seemed to be dimwits. Now, in an unknown territory, Starryeyes was maybe starting to sort of regret smarting off to the leader about just letting her love who she loved...and it had landed her here. It was the third day of seemingly pointless walking, but earlier in the morning she had picked up a scent and was now blindly following it through the mud as best she could. Suddenly, the she-cat spotted a looming building ahead, looking ragged and extremely creepy. As the wind changed direction, scents of all sorts of cats flooded her senses, causing her to sneeze. These were no cats from her Clan, but rather, another society of cats. And that highly grabbed at her interest. Starryeyes crept forward, when a pocket in the marsh left her flailing in icy-cold water, when she grabbed at the soggy Earth and pulled herself up, no grumpier than ever with a grimy, wet, coat and muddy paws. Shaking herself off, she could hear the mud splatter wetly into the ground, when something else caught her attention; the silhouette of a cat just ahead. Was it just her mind? She couldn't be sure, but she stayed put. |
BUBBLES. ABOUT 4 YEARS OF ROLE-PLAYING. |