Post by Blitzen on Jun 13, 2010 14:51:30 GMT -5
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Age:
Four years young
My Gender:
Male
Breed:
Munsterlander, pure as the purest though I don't take sides.
I Am A Member Of:
No pack. I work alone.
I Uphold The Rank Of:
God to myself. <3
XX. Information
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Appearance:
A lean and lithe dog, with long legs and a sturdily built body, it is easy to say this dog seems to be built for running. With dainty, small paws, and a long twist of a tail that aids the creature in balance, the agility and speed of the beast is quite obvious. His body is coated in a mass of off-white tufts, speckled around his legs and hindquarters in the darkest splotches of brown. Larger splotches of a lighter shade of the earth is apparent around his stomach, and a 'hood' of the same color masks his head from just below his muzzle. Flopped over 'heart' ears lay close to his head, large flaps that give him a childish look despite the overall sense of regality. His snout is speckled in the off-white of his body- not with age does white tinge him. The thick short fur that covers his body like clinging ivy to a tree is his most appealing feature- soft and luxurious, a treasure to the brute that wears it. Watchful eyes, a paler shade of brown than that encircling said eyes, sit at an elegant angle in his skull. Blitzen, or Blitz as he prefers, has a large nose perfect for sniffing out prey. It is a hue of dark brown, as most of his splotches tend to be, and sits pretty on the end of a tapered snout.
Personality:
Calm. Quiet. A beast unswayed by the opinions or actions of others. He stands apart from any pack, never being one to lay his own life on the line for someone he could honestly not care about. His weak point would have to be younger dogs- pups, most likely, whom he would do anything to help survive. He has a soft spot for children and dogs that are his senior. But above a years and below four hold no sway with him.
A diplomatic and peaceful creature who tends to wander, Blitzen has accumulated much knowledge in his drifting ways. He is an intelligent and cunning brute, though not in a malicious way, as he uses his knowledge for the greater good of he and those who deserve it. Blitz lives for conversation, which is something he doesn't get all too often, being a loner. His only regret. He often approaches strangers merely for the thrill of a good chat, and those who oppose his approaches will get a simple shrug and watch curiously as the loner meanders back to wherever he came. Blitz seems older than he is, more intelligent, more aware of the world than a four year old dog would be. Should be. He is graceful in his sure-footed gait, chin held high and tail just as up. Not a cheerful nor depressing beast by nature, Blitz seems neutral in all he does.
Not on to take sides or claim one is better than the other, this munsterlander opposes all packs. While he loves the closeness of a tight knit group, the children, and all the conversation and teaching that would come with it, he dislikes the thought of alliances. Who is with who, who is against who, it is too much of an annoyance for the dog to enjoy.
Overall just a collected animal with a quietly friendly disposition and a love of words and their meanings, Blitz is just a silent and unwavering soul, a bright light in the darkness most loners accumulate in.
History: Lets leave this blank as a clean slate, for the time being.
A lean and lithe dog, with long legs and a sturdily built body, it is easy to say this dog seems to be built for running. With dainty, small paws, and a long twist of a tail that aids the creature in balance, the agility and speed of the beast is quite obvious. His body is coated in a mass of off-white tufts, speckled around his legs and hindquarters in the darkest splotches of brown. Larger splotches of a lighter shade of the earth is apparent around his stomach, and a 'hood' of the same color masks his head from just below his muzzle. Flopped over 'heart' ears lay close to his head, large flaps that give him a childish look despite the overall sense of regality. His snout is speckled in the off-white of his body- not with age does white tinge him. The thick short fur that covers his body like clinging ivy to a tree is his most appealing feature- soft and luxurious, a treasure to the brute that wears it. Watchful eyes, a paler shade of brown than that encircling said eyes, sit at an elegant angle in his skull. Blitzen, or Blitz as he prefers, has a large nose perfect for sniffing out prey. It is a hue of dark brown, as most of his splotches tend to be, and sits pretty on the end of a tapered snout.
Personality:
Calm. Quiet. A beast unswayed by the opinions or actions of others. He stands apart from any pack, never being one to lay his own life on the line for someone he could honestly not care about. His weak point would have to be younger dogs- pups, most likely, whom he would do anything to help survive. He has a soft spot for children and dogs that are his senior. But above a years and below four hold no sway with him.
A diplomatic and peaceful creature who tends to wander, Blitzen has accumulated much knowledge in his drifting ways. He is an intelligent and cunning brute, though not in a malicious way, as he uses his knowledge for the greater good of he and those who deserve it. Blitz lives for conversation, which is something he doesn't get all too often, being a loner. His only regret. He often approaches strangers merely for the thrill of a good chat, and those who oppose his approaches will get a simple shrug and watch curiously as the loner meanders back to wherever he came. Blitz seems older than he is, more intelligent, more aware of the world than a four year old dog would be. Should be. He is graceful in his sure-footed gait, chin held high and tail just as up. Not a cheerful nor depressing beast by nature, Blitz seems neutral in all he does.
Not on to take sides or claim one is better than the other, this munsterlander opposes all packs. While he loves the closeness of a tight knit group, the children, and all the conversation and teaching that would come with it, he dislikes the thought of alliances. Who is with who, who is against who, it is too much of an annoyance for the dog to enjoy.
Overall just a collected animal with a quietly friendly disposition and a love of words and their meanings, Blitz is just a silent and unwavering soul, a bright light in the darkness most loners accumulate in.
History: Lets leave this blank as a clean slate, for the time being.
XX. A Little Extra
Likes:
Dislikes:
RP Sample:
It was cold. Chillingly so, the brute noted, brown eyes on the specks of snow that had settled themselves on the tip of his nose. He didn't shake them off, as was sensible, merely settled for watching the crystals melt from the heat of his body. Ah, snow! He loved it. It was water. Ice was water, snow... was water. And he certainly loved water. And swimming. Yes... swimming. The mind of the munsterlander wandered for a moment, thinking of spring and summer, the hot months, where he would immerse himself in water and frolic like a pup in the warmth. Pups.... oh how he enjoyed the bright young children, their inquisitive mind and flowing (if not fragmented) speech. Twitching his tail in somewhat of a wag, the male sneezed and giggled in rapid succession. Well, his mind was certainly wandering today! If anyone else was to hear his dashing thoughts, they'd certainly think him to be crazy! Or senile, the thought came, as all did, from thin air. Senile. He wasn't old, not at all! In the beginning of his adulthood, as his breed recognized. Nine or ten would be a bit old ....If he survived in loner hood that long. He would. Blitzen was a survivor, after all.
Brown eyes once more caught the snow that still seemed to be endlessly falling, watched its drifting spiral to whiten the off-white of his fur. He allowed it to settle once more, the heat from his body causing the flakes to melt on contact with his form. The pricklings of cold water didn't chill the dog though, merely made him grin. Most would freeze, under such circumstances. Blitzen was resilient, though. He lived for water, an so let it settle and freeze together a few separate hairs on his silky pelt. Let it do as it pleased, the water would never hurt him. Never... ever.... The brute proceeded to drift off, his last glimpse of consciousness the blank slate of fresh snow stretching out from his makeshift den under a few sparse branches. The world was becoming fresh, he thought, before his eyelids slid down, brown eyes masked with a drowsy sheen. "The world has become a blank slate, just for me. All for quitting the pack. All for not choosing sides. The Earth has started over, so that myself, and many like myself. may begin anew. But alas... where to begin." And so he silenced, snoozing body melting the flakes as they fell through the gaps in his overhead covering. The dog slept, and he dreamed, of spring and summer, swimming, water, and pups to play with. Not that he figured he'd ever have that again. But there was always... a glimmer... of... hope.
- Brightness
- Water
- Hunting
Dislikes:
- Choosing sides
- Being spoken down to
- The limelight
RP Sample:
It was cold. Chillingly so, the brute noted, brown eyes on the specks of snow that had settled themselves on the tip of his nose. He didn't shake them off, as was sensible, merely settled for watching the crystals melt from the heat of his body. Ah, snow! He loved it. It was water. Ice was water, snow... was water. And he certainly loved water. And swimming. Yes... swimming. The mind of the munsterlander wandered for a moment, thinking of spring and summer, the hot months, where he would immerse himself in water and frolic like a pup in the warmth. Pups.... oh how he enjoyed the bright young children, their inquisitive mind and flowing (if not fragmented) speech. Twitching his tail in somewhat of a wag, the male sneezed and giggled in rapid succession. Well, his mind was certainly wandering today! If anyone else was to hear his dashing thoughts, they'd certainly think him to be crazy! Or senile, the thought came, as all did, from thin air. Senile. He wasn't old, not at all! In the beginning of his adulthood, as his breed recognized. Nine or ten would be a bit old ....If he survived in loner hood that long. He would. Blitzen was a survivor, after all.
Brown eyes once more caught the snow that still seemed to be endlessly falling, watched its drifting spiral to whiten the off-white of his fur. He allowed it to settle once more, the heat from his body causing the flakes to melt on contact with his form. The pricklings of cold water didn't chill the dog though, merely made him grin. Most would freeze, under such circumstances. Blitzen was resilient, though. He lived for water, an so let it settle and freeze together a few separate hairs on his silky pelt. Let it do as it pleased, the water would never hurt him. Never... ever.... The brute proceeded to drift off, his last glimpse of consciousness the blank slate of fresh snow stretching out from his makeshift den under a few sparse branches. The world was becoming fresh, he thought, before his eyelids slid down, brown eyes masked with a drowsy sheen. "The world has become a blank slate, just for me. All for quitting the pack. All for not choosing sides. The Earth has started over, so that myself, and many like myself. may begin anew. But alas... where to begin." And so he silenced, snoozing body melting the flakes as they fell through the gaps in his overhead covering. The dog slept, and he dreamed, of spring and summer, swimming, water, and pups to play with. Not that he figured he'd ever have that again. But there was always... a glimmer... of... hope.
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