Post by {• M I N K •} on Aug 17, 2011 21:47:54 GMT -5
--- Mink ---
Female-- 6 seasons (18 months) -- Greyhound
--- What am I to you? ---
Appearance:
Mink is a lithe and graceful looking Greyhound, her thin tail and deep set chest trademarks of her racing breed. She is a bit heavier build through the bones and her muzzle is not as thin as would be if her father had the same build as her mother. Mink sports a coat of brindle, with a dashing russet hue to the varying shades of black and brown patterns. It is thicker than usual, another feature of her father's that he passed on to his daughter.
Mink bears a light, muddy brown gaze that is of most knowledge she has upon her and the caution she holds about the daylight. Her nose is pitch colored and her ears are often erect and are of the same russet bridling like the rest of her, the insides a soft peachy hue. With being a greyhound comes long legs, and her legs are long, and wiry. Their colors fading from the brindle to a dark bridling around her ankles and paws. Over all Mink is quite beautiful.
Personality:
History:
Mink, in a way a champion... In another a burden.
Mink was born to racing champions, her elegant and graceful mother residing in a city within France. And her great and powerful father whom she did not know all to well only hearing from her mother that he had come from across the seas a place only Mink had heard of in her mother's tales of adventure. She was with her mother for at least 10 months before things began to change. One night her mother's keeper came home with friends. They got drunk, and they started to play a game of poker after a large dispute on whether or not a man named Johnny could get a woman. Now, being one of the several offspring of a champion racing dog, most probably would've thought that Mink was worth a great deal of money and Master would want to keep her for future money making. Yet that didn't stop her fate from coming to knock at her door that night. Her mother's keeper bet Mink on the poker game. And not being the luckiest man while in the buzz Master played a couple wrong cards and ended up losing miserably. Being a man of keeping his word he snatched Mink up and handed her over with the papers with not even giving a farewell to her family.
Mink was taken back to the scruffy friend's estate, for he also was a gambling man and had bet handsomely on racing days down at the track. Though his mind was not clear that night, and out of anger for getting 'A worthless mutt for a prize' he beat Mink, leaving her to scamper away from his harsh hand. At a young age this made an ugly impression within the mind of the pure-blooded pup. She felt that all people must be like this, she had seen how tired her mother looked after she got back with her Master. Maybe that's why she would never play with her, because she had to run away from Master while he tried to hurt her!
Mink was blessed, for just then the wife of the Scruffy Man entered through the front door. She looked down making the softest of cooing noises as she saw the pup runs towards her. If only the woman had known that the scruffy man was yelling for her to 'Close the door d**mit!' while trying to get his hands on the pup.
But being a racing dog of a pure-heart she bolted right between the legs of the woman and was greeted by the cool and smoggy night air of the outside world. The pup carried on her speedy pace until she nearly collapsed out of exhaustion she stopped in the dark of night and laid down in the grass of a steep hill. Unaware that she had traveled very far, into a place that not even she could imagine.
Mink woke a day later in the early night, the lights of the vast city before her beautiful and mesmerizing. The smells of many wondrous things rose from every door and the cool night air didn't seem to bother her as she took all the wonderful sights within her small little mind. She wished she could burn it into her skull to see it like this every time she blinked. She saw small waterways from her vantage point, and tall houses. then her eyes caught sight of a tall and spindly structure with a tall point and lights on every black hunk of metal. She would later know it as the Eiffel Tower and know it as a sign of beauty and make her home within the alleys ways. This place was her oyster now, and she was free. Free.
--- Me ---
RP example:
The night time swagger of Paris was alarming to the Boxer's nose. His over-grown claws tapped over the cobblestone with every step, and the ticking sound bounce off the alley-way walls like clockwork. Violin was an young and violent fighting dog. A gladiator, if only his arch rival had died in their latest battle... He had lost many time's to the d**ned old fool! Now that Violin was free along with the other dogs, Fighters and their Toys alike, He now sought after the blood of his old combatant. He had caught word through the street of the pitiful excuse for a German Shepard. Battered and broken without a purpose. Violin wanted revenge...
Miscellaneous:
I am a noob. Please help me if I did something wrong. Don't just go off the chain like our friend Violin... I also do graphics, PM me for a request.
Other accounts:
Nope this is my only one. I do have a question.... If your character dies do you make a new one? Or are you just gonna have to let your account collect dust?
OOC Name:
I prefer Mink but you can call me Ms. Minky if you want ;D
How long have you been RPing?:
Since October 2010, and I am happy to say I am improving.
How did you find our site? :
A friend was surfing the internet and suggested it.
Female-- 6 seasons (18 months) -- Greyhound
--- What am I to you? ---
Appearance:
Mink is a lithe and graceful looking Greyhound, her thin tail and deep set chest trademarks of her racing breed. She is a bit heavier build through the bones and her muzzle is not as thin as would be if her father had the same build as her mother. Mink sports a coat of brindle, with a dashing russet hue to the varying shades of black and brown patterns. It is thicker than usual, another feature of her father's that he passed on to his daughter.
Mink bears a light, muddy brown gaze that is of most knowledge she has upon her and the caution she holds about the daylight. Her nose is pitch colored and her ears are often erect and are of the same russet bridling like the rest of her, the insides a soft peachy hue. With being a greyhound comes long legs, and her legs are long, and wiry. Their colors fading from the brindle to a dark bridling around her ankles and paws. Over all Mink is quite beautiful.
Personality:
History:
Mink, in a way a champion... In another a burden.
Mink was born to racing champions, her elegant and graceful mother residing in a city within France. And her great and powerful father whom she did not know all to well only hearing from her mother that he had come from across the seas a place only Mink had heard of in her mother's tales of adventure. She was with her mother for at least 10 months before things began to change. One night her mother's keeper came home with friends. They got drunk, and they started to play a game of poker after a large dispute on whether or not a man named Johnny could get a woman. Now, being one of the several offspring of a champion racing dog, most probably would've thought that Mink was worth a great deal of money and Master would want to keep her for future money making. Yet that didn't stop her fate from coming to knock at her door that night. Her mother's keeper bet Mink on the poker game. And not being the luckiest man while in the buzz Master played a couple wrong cards and ended up losing miserably. Being a man of keeping his word he snatched Mink up and handed her over with the papers with not even giving a farewell to her family.
Mink was taken back to the scruffy friend's estate, for he also was a gambling man and had bet handsomely on racing days down at the track. Though his mind was not clear that night, and out of anger for getting 'A worthless mutt for a prize' he beat Mink, leaving her to scamper away from his harsh hand. At a young age this made an ugly impression within the mind of the pure-blooded pup. She felt that all people must be like this, she had seen how tired her mother looked after she got back with her Master. Maybe that's why she would never play with her, because she had to run away from Master while he tried to hurt her!
Mink was blessed, for just then the wife of the Scruffy Man entered through the front door. She looked down making the softest of cooing noises as she saw the pup runs towards her. If only the woman had known that the scruffy man was yelling for her to 'Close the door d**mit!' while trying to get his hands on the pup.
But being a racing dog of a pure-heart she bolted right between the legs of the woman and was greeted by the cool and smoggy night air of the outside world. The pup carried on her speedy pace until she nearly collapsed out of exhaustion she stopped in the dark of night and laid down in the grass of a steep hill. Unaware that she had traveled very far, into a place that not even she could imagine.
Mink woke a day later in the early night, the lights of the vast city before her beautiful and mesmerizing. The smells of many wondrous things rose from every door and the cool night air didn't seem to bother her as she took all the wonderful sights within her small little mind. She wished she could burn it into her skull to see it like this every time she blinked. She saw small waterways from her vantage point, and tall houses. then her eyes caught sight of a tall and spindly structure with a tall point and lights on every black hunk of metal. She would later know it as the Eiffel Tower and know it as a sign of beauty and make her home within the alleys ways. This place was her oyster now, and she was free. Free.
--- Me ---
RP example:
The night time swagger of Paris was alarming to the Boxer's nose. His over-grown claws tapped over the cobblestone with every step, and the ticking sound bounce off the alley-way walls like clockwork. Violin was an young and violent fighting dog. A gladiator, if only his arch rival had died in their latest battle... He had lost many time's to the d**ned old fool! Now that Violin was free along with the other dogs, Fighters and their Toys alike, He now sought after the blood of his old combatant. He had caught word through the street of the pitiful excuse for a German Shepard. Battered and broken without a purpose. Violin wanted revenge...
Miscellaneous:
I am a noob. Please help me if I did something wrong. Don't just go off the chain like our friend Violin... I also do graphics, PM me for a request.
Other accounts:
Nope this is my only one. I do have a question.... If your character dies do you make a new one? Or are you just gonna have to let your account collect dust?
OOC Name:
I prefer Mink but you can call me Ms. Minky if you want ;D
How long have you been RPing?:
Since October 2010, and I am happy to say I am improving.
How did you find our site? :
A friend was surfing the internet and suggested it.
