Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2013 22:58:40 GMT
SETH
2 years - Male - Canine - Ibizan Hound - Loner - N/A
Personality:Being two years old, Seth is full of energy and spirit, but don't let his child-like behavior throw you off. Seth can be very calm, gentle, stern, and even strict if the situation calls for it. His high energy level allows him to last throughout the day or even do tasks that the older dogs cannot, such as chasing down small, fast prey. Being an Ibizan hound, Seth's prey drive is strong, and even if it wasn't his intention to chase a creature, if it runs past him, he can't control himself. When Seth has calmed down, he's quite the charming young hound. Seth may be well built with long legs and firm muscles, but he's not the best fighter. He can hold his own in an equal fight, but put him up against more than a 1-on-1 and he's bound to either flee or get chewed up. He's very loyal to those whom he befriends and even if he's outnumbered, he will stand and fight to save his friends, even if the end result is his death. Because of his personality that is often seen, which is the more hyperactive side of him, the Tempest pack doesn't think too highly of him and views him as no more than a child, even though there is another side of him that the pack had yet to see. Seth doesn't allow it to get to him though, he's survived two years on his own without parents, he can survive more. He's got a few tricks to show yet.
Appearance:Seth is a purebred Ibizan Hound, and like all Ibizan Hounds he has a very deep chest and long legs and neck. His ears are huge, bat-like which is one of the breed's main distinguishing marks. Seth is a pure red hound, with just a touch of white on the tip of his tail and on his toes. Another main focus is his flesh-colored paws, nose, and eyes. When extremely happy, Seth; like the rest of his breed, is known to 'blush' and smile. When he 'blushes' the fleshy parts of his face, like inside of his ears and his nose, tend to turn a deep rosy pink.
History:Two years ago, Seth was born to Rameses and Isis, two purebred Ibizan hounds that had belonged to the humans up until they died from the disease. His parents had took to the cold, February streets. They kept to themselves, despite the formation of the dog pack. They believed that nothing but trouble would come from such a strict leadership. His parents had struggled for 5 years, having grown up with soft beds, warm rooms and caring people, the wild life was rough on them. Over time, they slowly got the hang of fending for themselves, their natural instinct taking over as they learned to hunt, to feed themselves. Seth, along with five other litter mates, were born that year in the early spring. His parents had obviously thought they could finally care for pups. The reality was in a world like that, caring for six puppies was too much. Seth's brothers and sisters had died from malnourishment and cold. The stress of the litter had put a strain on Seth's mother, leaving his father to find food to feed the trio. That year's winter, his parents died. It's surprising they had lasted as long as they had, as they had grown sickly thin over the course of the year. Seth had been exposed to the streets early, and luckily for him he had learned the ways of them before winter had hit. The death of his parents had effected him quite heavily, but he knew that in order to move on in life he'd have to let them go and stop dragging around the past. He still thinks about them and often asks himself what his father or mother would do in situations that he was clueless in. It kept him out of a lot of trouble.
As the first winter had ended though, Seth had become lonely with a lack of family or friends to keep him company. He had heard of the Tempest pack and had attempted to join, but his young age and hyperactive, child-like nature only earned him a beating. It left him running away with his tail between his legs. He let them be and returned to relying on himself to make it through life. He took care of himself, bathing and eating what he could find or catch. For another year he fended for himself, making it through another winter. He never did try to join the Tempest pack again, but he has had some run-ins with them only because he had strayed too close to their territory. He's been left alone so far, but he doesn't allow his hopes to get the better of him. He'll continue to push through life in hopes of one day finding a new family that would accept him for who he was.
Season born: Early Spring
RP Sample:You can read a story based on my mind-world here (which is also a RP forum of mine) as it is the better example of my writing skills:
www.weasyl.com/submission/177444
Or you can simply go off of my piece below. I like to provide variety.Fleshy paws thumped against wet pavement that followed a blurred motion that flew around the corner of an old building long since abandoned; one built by humans before the disease wiped them out. Ivory nails clicked against the concrete as a dog, a coat rich in red, raced down the cracked sidewalk. A tongue, light pink, hung from an open maw of pearly whites yet to be stained by age. A pink nose flared, steam could briefly be seen rising from the nostrils in the cool, damp air before being whisked away in the breeze. A bark that echoed down the streets, clear in excitement, was met with the squeal of a small, frightened rodent. Concrete turned to overgrown grass as a young male hound chased the poor, brown hare through the abandoned backyards. Long legs leaped over bits of rubble as it gained distance on the hare. A final turn, one last jump and sharp claws and teeth pounced upon the frail animal. Nothing more than a high-pitched squeal followed before the life of the hare was ended.
Standing above the hare; a young, male, Ibizan hound smiled down at his catch, his deep chest heaving lightly as he attempted to catch his breath. His tongue lolled out from the side of his mouth in a more childish manner than what an older dog would do. Seth, a young, rambunctious hound, had finally caught his breakfast. Perhaps it had just been pure luck that he had caught the hare on such a wet day. Rain made all the smells a bit on the musky side, mixing smells and making it difficult to pick out just one distinct scent. Seth viewed it more as skill, though it was nothing to brag about. As the young male finally caught his breath, he laid upon the damp grass to dig in to his well deserved meal. It would most likely be the only one he'd have for the rest of the day. It was a plump one, and Seth savored every bite. His bat-like ears were perked forward, listening for any sounds, any little noise that could signal the presence of an intruder looking to steal his meal. His nose, though powerful, was currently caught up in the heavy smell of meat and fur; useless at the moment for picking up the scent of other dogs or cats.
He was closer to the cemetery than he normally liked to be, as it was Tempest pack territory and Seth would prefer to not run into them again. They had already beating him up quite good awhile back and he had no intention of letting it happen again. He'd have to eat quickly if he wanted to avoid a patrol or any scavenger who was looking for an easy meal. His ears perked at the sound of ruffling feathers to see a crow, perched not too far away upon the yellowing, leaved branch of a maple tree. No doubt the bird was looking to pick clean the bones that Seth left behind. He returned his gaze back down to the hare to finish up what he could, making sure to pick clean as much as he could.
Link to image of character: HERE