Post by ace on Feb 8, 2009 0:47:03 GMT -5
--- THE DOG ---
Dog's Name: Ace
Gender: Male
Breed: Doberman Pinscher
Age: 3 years
--- WHO AM I? ---
Image:
Appearance: Ace is hot stuff, not kidding, he likes this fact about him. At first sight, the average Doberman, short, glossy black fur, the trademark brown-red markings. Ace has those noticeable pointy ears and stubby tail. In addition, he sometimes wears a spiked collar around his neck, despite his stray-status. His eyes are a deep, lavish blue that swim like water. His teeth are white, beginning to yellow. He has ebony black claws.
Personality: Ace is a conceded pervert, it’s that simple. But that doesn’t mean he is nice. He has a thing for dirty jokes and the ladies. He does like to pick a fight, however. Then he’s really quick minded and a jerk. Not quite a ‘gentleman’ one would say, although he does appear as one when you first cross him. Keep him talking (which he likes to do) and you’ll see his other side. He’s rather rude to everyone except females (who he charms quite often) until he knows better. Ace likes to be in charge, and can handle such a position well. Despite his jerky attitude, he knows what’s best for people (most of the time) and tries to achieve that, proving his worth as hard as its needed. In example, if he was accepted into a sort of ‘pack’ and started with a low rank, he’ll try and try with helping, training, etc until he’s high enough to boss others around. He doesn’t like being the overall leader, but rather almost (example: Beta.) Ace is summed up in three words: Perverted, vain, and loyal.
History: He first started life as a the dog of a security guard for a rock band that was on tour. Ace was trained to be strong and fierce. One night, the concert of the tour ended and the band was heading out. Ace was on duty and suddenly a group of kids came and pulled a gun on them all. The dogs undoubtedly attacked along with the security guards. Ace was knocked unconscious on the head with the end of a pistol. He woke up the next day exactly where he was hit, alone. He was woozy for a few hours, and set off trying to find his group, all in vain. He was chased around the streets by some kids and jumped from a bridge to a cargo boat, where there were two other dogs. They told him the ship was headed to France, and how it was a food cargo, heaven really. Ace had a fine time on his trip and ate like a king. The ship arrived in France and he hid in a truck that went to Paris. Ace searched the streets, working here and there but always leaving. He was a stray at heart, and nothing could change that.
--- YOU ---
RP example: (from the Blackblood Alliance) Jqiex stretched in the murky stench he liked to call 'home'. But what was home to anyone? Well, logically it was where the heart was. While, in Alteron, it was more like where the decaying jungle was. Still, Jqiex liked it here. Plenty of trees, you had to work to get something, and on top of it all, there was as equal of chance you'd get your ass kicked as there was you'd be left alone.
Yeah, this was his home. Whether or not he was scared nuts of stepping paw over the borders, oh, but now this was part of his little piece of stinky heaven. Of course, as a peasant, well... life really sucked you could say. Jqiex trotted through the territory and shrugged inwardly. It'd pass. Eventually.
And what a day it was for he!
On his leisurely stroll (perhaps looking for a decaying carcass of some abandoned meal), he came across a few wolves. It reminded him of a mini-version of acceptance. Oh how that was! One ranked wolf, several rejects sucking up. Jqiex flipped his blue bangs from his eyes, catching tid-bits of the conversation going on.
So it seemed they were applying to be raiders. His ears perked up. A raider, hm? Well, Jqiex himself was more of the 'pissing you off for the hell of it' sort of type, but hey, stealing food and other crap? Oh yeah, bundle of joy.
The ranked wolf (which he'd learned was addressed as Leif Skirr, which Jqiex thought an interesting name. Though his wasn't quite normal either) said bluntly they should start with their names. A quick glance at the surrounding crowd, and Jqiex floated in.
Note to self: keep vain, sarcastic attitude to self, keep vain, sarcastic attitude to self, keep vain, sarcastic attitude to self...
It was a little difficult he found it. Jqiex was a big sarcastic not a very nice person, simple as that. He tried, hoping he'd succeed in holding his tongue. "I, sir Leif Skirr," he started, dipping his head and trying not to go so low it'd be mockery. "Am called Jqiex, but that's a given name. Call me what you like, but nicknames aren't what we're here for." Watch it, boy. "I, as these folks over here," he addressed the rest, "as you know are all wishing to rank as a Raider, as we long to be." He didn't notice himself, but he said 'as' way to much.
And Jqiex just might have blew it. He winced mentally at the thought and looked at Skirr with his lime eyes, hoping that he wouldn't take any... offense.
Miscellaneous: Ace's theme song could very well be I'm not your boyfriend by 3OH!3 :B
Other accounts: Not yet!
OOC Name: Ace works fine.
How long have you been RPing?: almost a year!
How did you find our site? If from another site, which one? : Cane
Dog's Name: Ace
Gender: Male
Breed: Doberman Pinscher
Age: 3 years
--- WHO AM I? ---
Image:
Appearance: Ace is hot stuff, not kidding, he likes this fact about him. At first sight, the average Doberman, short, glossy black fur, the trademark brown-red markings. Ace has those noticeable pointy ears and stubby tail. In addition, he sometimes wears a spiked collar around his neck, despite his stray-status. His eyes are a deep, lavish blue that swim like water. His teeth are white, beginning to yellow. He has ebony black claws.
Personality: Ace is a conceded pervert, it’s that simple. But that doesn’t mean he is nice. He has a thing for dirty jokes and the ladies. He does like to pick a fight, however. Then he’s really quick minded and a jerk. Not quite a ‘gentleman’ one would say, although he does appear as one when you first cross him. Keep him talking (which he likes to do) and you’ll see his other side. He’s rather rude to everyone except females (who he charms quite often) until he knows better. Ace likes to be in charge, and can handle such a position well. Despite his jerky attitude, he knows what’s best for people (most of the time) and tries to achieve that, proving his worth as hard as its needed. In example, if he was accepted into a sort of ‘pack’ and started with a low rank, he’ll try and try with helping, training, etc until he’s high enough to boss others around. He doesn’t like being the overall leader, but rather almost (example: Beta.) Ace is summed up in three words: Perverted, vain, and loyal.
History: He first started life as a the dog of a security guard for a rock band that was on tour. Ace was trained to be strong and fierce. One night, the concert of the tour ended and the band was heading out. Ace was on duty and suddenly a group of kids came and pulled a gun on them all. The dogs undoubtedly attacked along with the security guards. Ace was knocked unconscious on the head with the end of a pistol. He woke up the next day exactly where he was hit, alone. He was woozy for a few hours, and set off trying to find his group, all in vain. He was chased around the streets by some kids and jumped from a bridge to a cargo boat, where there were two other dogs. They told him the ship was headed to France, and how it was a food cargo, heaven really. Ace had a fine time on his trip and ate like a king. The ship arrived in France and he hid in a truck that went to Paris. Ace searched the streets, working here and there but always leaving. He was a stray at heart, and nothing could change that.
--- YOU ---
RP example: (from the Blackblood Alliance) Jqiex stretched in the murky stench he liked to call 'home'. But what was home to anyone? Well, logically it was where the heart was. While, in Alteron, it was more like where the decaying jungle was. Still, Jqiex liked it here. Plenty of trees, you had to work to get something, and on top of it all, there was as equal of chance you'd get your ass kicked as there was you'd be left alone.
Yeah, this was his home. Whether or not he was scared nuts of stepping paw over the borders, oh, but now this was part of his little piece of stinky heaven. Of course, as a peasant, well... life really sucked you could say. Jqiex trotted through the territory and shrugged inwardly. It'd pass. Eventually.
And what a day it was for he!
On his leisurely stroll (perhaps looking for a decaying carcass of some abandoned meal), he came across a few wolves. It reminded him of a mini-version of acceptance. Oh how that was! One ranked wolf, several rejects sucking up. Jqiex flipped his blue bangs from his eyes, catching tid-bits of the conversation going on.
So it seemed they were applying to be raiders. His ears perked up. A raider, hm? Well, Jqiex himself was more of the 'pissing you off for the hell of it' sort of type, but hey, stealing food and other crap? Oh yeah, bundle of joy.
The ranked wolf (which he'd learned was addressed as Leif Skirr, which Jqiex thought an interesting name. Though his wasn't quite normal either) said bluntly they should start with their names. A quick glance at the surrounding crowd, and Jqiex floated in.
Note to self: keep vain, sarcastic attitude to self, keep vain, sarcastic attitude to self, keep vain, sarcastic attitude to self...
It was a little difficult he found it. Jqiex was a big sarcastic not a very nice person, simple as that. He tried, hoping he'd succeed in holding his tongue. "I, sir Leif Skirr," he started, dipping his head and trying not to go so low it'd be mockery. "Am called Jqiex, but that's a given name. Call me what you like, but nicknames aren't what we're here for." Watch it, boy. "I, as these folks over here," he addressed the rest, "as you know are all wishing to rank as a Raider, as we long to be." He didn't notice himself, but he said 'as' way to much.
And Jqiex just might have blew it. He winced mentally at the thought and looked at Skirr with his lime eyes, hoping that he wouldn't take any... offense.
Miscellaneous: Ace's theme song could very well be I'm not your boyfriend by 3OH!3 :B
Other accounts: Not yet!
OOC Name: Ace works fine.
How long have you been RPing?: almost a year!
How did you find our site? If from another site, which one? : Cane
