Post by Coldfire on Apr 3, 2011 19:36:41 GMT -5
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| [atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/x2w11h.jpg] [scrolly:h(299),w(253),sy] NAME... Coldfire NICKNAMES... Cold, Coldie, Fire AGE... Five GENDER... Female BREED... Rottweiler PACK... Loner APPEARANCE... Fire is a classic rottweiler. She's got a bit of a wide build, with a broad, but sweet, face. Her eyes are a medium chocolate brown and they tend to tell you all her emotions, even if she doesn't want them to. Her ears are the perfect size for her head. There are dark smudges of black at the corners of her mouth that make it look like she's grinning when her mouth is open, though the traditional shape of the light brown marking on her muzzle and throat helps with this. As can be expected, the light brown also forms two spots on her chest and what could be described as "socks" on her feet. Her tail is, of course, nothing more than a small stub. The underside of this is brown as well. The rest of her coat is a lustrous black, with the exception of the two brown dots above her eyes. She's 22 inches at the shoulder, putting her at the smallest end of her breed's range, and she just barely made it there. Her legs are not short and stocky, but they aren't particularly long and elegant either, making her a generally average dog, albeit a rather good example of her breed despite this. PERSONALITY... She's a mysterious soul, there is little doubt about that. Few can see the truth behind her eyes, and it takes much effort and just a dash of good fortune to earn her loyalty, and hardly any effort to lose it. Once you have, however, she will be by your side when you need her, even if she denies it or she doesn’t seem like she would be. She would gladly give her life if it saved your own, and is not afraid to admit it. She is not afraid of death, and she almost welcomes its cold grasps, though she is not suicidal by any means. At least, not consciously Of course, loyalty and trust are two separate things. If you thought it was difficult to get her to be loyal to you, you have hardly had a taste of how difficult she can be. She has been lied to from those who she thought cared, and it has given her the impression that everyone might do the same. She is also, to an extent, devoid of emotion, at least on the surface. Inside that mind, the mind so good at figuring out others, is a bomb of emotion, just waiting to explode. She's difficult to predict as a result, being a sweet, average female one moment, until her emotional stability cracks for a moment and she snaps. Some could say she's insane, but she's only kept things bottled up to herself far too long and denied every bit of it to herself. HISTORY... Coldfire has not had the best life, though it’s been better than some. To her, though, it's a haunting experience which won't leave her alone and affects her more than she'd like to admit. She was born among a small pack of stray dogs, the only surviving pup from the alpha pair. Unfortunately for her, they blamed her for her stillborn brother's death, for reasons she’ll never know, and she would eventually pay the consequences for this. They let her grow, for a while, and she was none the wiser to their ultimate plan to kill her. She was a year old when she went on her first solo hunt for food, and had just caught a rabbit on the city outskirts. She was going to pick it up and bring it back, but when she turned she was facing most of the other pack members. A few had heard the plan and, disgusted, left to run alone. As the rabbit fell from her mouth in surprise, they attacked. She managed, just barely, to get away and run, but one image stays with her; the malicious, yet familiar, sets of eyes watching through the bush, not even planning on getting their paws dirty. So, she ran and ran, mind gone with pain and fear. Eventually, she collapsed, unable to go farther, but she had already gotten away. She was in and out of consciousness for hours, days perhaps, she's not entirely sure. Eventually, though, she stayed up and found water, some prey that had been left to the crows. This was how she lived, until she had healed enough to hunt and scavenge properly. She never trusted anyone else again, not anymore. That trust had been shattered to tiny, minuscule pieces and so far it has yet to be reformed. She has been living on her own for four years now, and is quite happy avoiding all the males after her, and the packs she runs into. She can't avoid everyone, of course, but she found she can chase them away if she tries hard enough. In a way, she's just waiting for that one dog who doesn't care about her rather rough, and often rude, behaviour and sticks by her. Not that she's even realized she's waiting, of course. |
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