Post by Keesha on Jul 28, 2008 8:25:22 GMT -5
YOUR DOG - NORMAL
name;;Keesha
age;;8
gender;;Male
breed;;ShepardxHusky
type;; Mooner
siblings;; None known of
appearance;; I’m an older fellow, older than most. I suppose that I am not that handsome, but I ain’t no ugly one either. My fur is black with graying tips, a bit course, but just wonderful to feel. It lays heavy on my back when it’s wet, soaking up the liquid like a sponge. My muzzles white, stained a yellowish tan from all that I have done, that patch stretching down half my neck. Black fur takes its place for a little while down the legs, then turns into thin white socks on my limbs. My eyes have big, furry patches of white fuzz, giving the appearance of eyebrows, quite useful for expressing emotion. One of my eyes is a deep brown, the other a bright red, covering my pupil. An injury from long ago. Everything is tinted red half the time I see. The black coat rolls down my back, ending in my hind legs, turning off white again. And at the very, very end, my big, bushy,black squirrel tail. And that, my friends, is me.
personality;; I can be a bit grumpy at times I suppose… when I’m having a bad day. But mostly, I’m pretty nice. I don’t bother anyone, unless they bother me first. Mostly, I’m alone, not joining any particular pack of Mooners for any long periods of time. Some may call that betrayal, but I never tell any pack about the others. Each packs secrets is my own, never to be revealed… unless I see fit.
I’m not much of a provider, but I’m not a liability. I certainly am alone most of my time. If someone is in dire need of help, I’ll do my best, but I don’t trouble myself with others that much. I wouldn’t mind a little company now and then, but I have a shorter temper, and a stronger will. Sometimes I may even start a conversation, but only for my dearest friends. And lately, I have been lacking in those. Right now, in our chaotic town of Dogsong, I kind of want peace. That will suffice.YOUR DOG - TRANSFORMED
appearance;; I barely change in appearance at night. You probably wouldn’t notice a thing. But in fact, my teeth elongate slightly, in order to have a better… grip with my fangs. My paws get slightly wider and the claws elongate as well. Both those weapons drip with poison, deep red and causing seizures if you drink a mere lick. My tail also grows slightly larger. The black, thick hairs of it drip with another liquid, this one poisonous to touch. Bright green and slimy, this one you should beware, for with a flick of my tail, you could be suffering. My eyes though, never change in appearance. I still see in that same tinted red. A haze I am never free from.
personality;; At night, when the moon is high, my temper is as easily sparked as gasoline. One false move, and you could be dead. Any wrong word, and you would be shriveling in agony on the floor.
But, also in the night, I become friendly. An odd combination, isn't it? I walk up to you all jolly, looking for a friend. We talk and have a wonderful conversation. Well, then we say good bye, and you bark "Good night, old timer" And I blow up like a bomb. I bite and tear at you swish my tail and bam! You are suffering. Do not worry you will not die... though you may wish it.
powers gained;; poisonous teeth, claws and tail, and basilisks stare (in other words, looks can hurt you. Very badly. O.o)
physical changes;; longer claws and teeth, bigger paws and tail.
OOC;;
the spell check wasn't working for me! Sorry for any mistakes!
