Post by coydog on Feb 10, 2008 0:23:51 GMT -5
Preliminary Paper Work _+
Online Name _+
Coydog
C-Box Name _+
Coydog
Age _+
13
RPer Level _+
semi-advanced RPer
coydog
full name &&
Coydog
Nickname &&
Coy (Koy)
Age &&
3ish
Species &&
coydog (coyote/dog mix. Called coydog because it is stray.)
In the Mirror . . . Appearance &&
I have a coydog picture in my sig, and that is what it looks like. He has light brownish main fur, with dark brownish mixed in there. Not injured at all, has a large bushy tail. Looks happy most of the time. has a white crest of fur on his chest, which is hidden by the long hair, and if he gets shaved is visible. underbelly isn't hairy, legs are a little bushy at the tail. whitish clean teeth. Overall a friendly looking character. has a white tip on the end of the tail, and a black ring around the origin of it.
Tip: include celebrity
What I Hold Within . . . Personality &&
is a nice, friendly dog at times, and can be a great loyal friend. He loves respect and likes to be on his alert. builds up friendship real easy, and can become very disappointingly mad at backstabbers. Gives second chances a lot, and will almost always forgive anybody. It's surpising because he lived through a year of abuse, which would make any normal animal or human a machine of hate towards whatever hurt them. shows his history of scars with people he deems close friends and will remain loyal to you.
Tip: include likes and dislikes
What I Left Behind . . . History &&
Was singled out when a pup due to poachers killing his family. He lived with an abusive family on the outskirts of town, always chained up, and when he was old enough and strong enough, he ran from them, and became a dog of the wild, breaking the collar off of his neck. He was called Coy by his owners and responds to that. this pup ran about two towns over, to Valentine, and lived in the woods feeding on rabbits and the likes. Eventually he wandered into Academy Park, where he witnessed a madman which then chased him down. He brought him to his lab, and before the madman could experiment, Coy broke free of the small velcro straps trying to bind him to the table. He escaped into a vent and out back into the woods. Now, he has to survive with everyone else from Minion. When he was living with the abusive family they fed him rotten food, and when he whined for good food, they would beat him with a stick. He eventually attacked their fourteen year old and escaped the very day after severe beating. When he was in the woods, he had gotten into skirmishes with pure coyotes over meat, and was beat a lot. When he grew strong, he made shelter in a small cave in a rock in academy woods. he would also sometimes not be able to catch food and wait for coyotes to finish their food and finish it off. A very sensitive dog, but has kept his common sense. Thankful to anyone who treats them sincerely and will fight with and for them. He hates young kids who don't know better and try to harm him, but won't attack them. loves it when he gets positive attention. A lot of coyotes fear him because of his ability to be vicious, and many lose fights over food with him.
Tip: babyhood, childhood, tweenhood, teenhood, young adulthood, adulthood…etc.
RP Example &&
Coy lay down, his eyes closed. He heard the clank of dishes as the family prepared supper. The mother grabbed a few raw steaks, and Coy, alert of this, ran up to her in the kitchen, and whined.
"Bad Coy!" She said. "Jeremy, get the yardstick. this mutt needs to learn his fucking place."
"Yes Ma." Jeremy said, "Come you filthy tramp." He grabbed coy by his small collar, and drug the poor pup across the floor. He slammed open a door, and put the dog in a chain.
"You retard mutt! You eat the crap we don't!" The Boy yelled, grabbing a yard stick, and smacking Coy hard in the cheek. He whined, and started a low growl.
"You dumbshit! you can't fucking get me! I'm out of your reach!" The boy screamed. Coy jumped, breaking the collar off his neck. He bit onto the boys arm, and dug in until blood oozed from the wound. He let go, the boy reduced to tears. Coy began to run, and looked back.
"Fucking tramp damn near broke my arm!" The boy yelled, and the father disappeared into the house. Confused, Coy stepped a bit closer to the house. The father came out, holding his old shotgun. Coy ran. He didn't stop. He knew what that did. The boy played with it once when the father was working the farm, and it misfired. The boy never touched it since.
He heard the blast of the gun in the distance, but didn't stop.
Normally, I write long, detailed RP stories, as I aspire to one day become an author.