Post by [Gallows <3 on Oct 29, 2009 15:56:50 GMT -5
Character's Name // Gambit
Age // 3
Breed // Dutch Shepherd
Gender // Male
Alliance // Descendants of Likely
Fur Colour // Dark Brindle
Eye Colour // Brown
Appearance // [/size]
Appearance details //
He may look like a brindlized version of a German Shepherd, but he isn't, he's a Dutch Shepherd that orginates from Holland. His muzzle is thin and has a ridge near his nose like all German Shepherds. His skull is rounded with large ears sprouting from his head. Gambit's jaws are powerful and that is why his breed was always good for police dog work. His head leads down to a strong, well muscled neck that moves down to strong shoulders. From his shoulders are lean legs used for running and agility. His chest is fairly deep along with his stomach and a somewhat fluffy tail. In general his body is lean and used for running. His fur is dark brindle that is black with brown here and there. There is little brown on his face, but near his jaw is small flecks of tan. The top coat is black while the other parts of his fur are tan or brown. From a distance you can't tell that he is brindle, but he is, you just have to get closer to him. His eyes are a rich brown colour that start out darker around the edges and around his pupil. In total he is a well built dog with a beautiful coat.
History //
Being born in a litter of three, a brother and a sister, he turned out to be the most crazy. The pack he was born into was all purebreeds, but a varity of them. After opening his eyes he began to play around with his brother and sister. His brother was a lighter version of him and his sister and even lighter version. He was the darkest of them, taking after his father. He was alway one of the rough pups, often hurting other pups on acident.
He was born with Schizophrenia, but it slowly came out at seven months. That is when the first incident happend. He was being taunted by her, which lead him going into a rage. After that he went back to the pack, anxious and scared. They asked him what was wrong and he just hid and sulked around. Then the hallucinations started. There was a day where he thought he saw another dog, he told his brother about her and Bullitt said that there was no dog like that around. Or that even exsited. The dog he saw had a set of horns on his head, long claws and long teeth. It was strange.
After reciving full training to be a guard in the pack, he ran away. He couldn't deal with the pressure or the responsibility. He took of and traveled for days before finally settling in this town. He never wanted to stay here, but he didn't want to go anywhere else. The population was low and he liked that, there was no risk for him or anyother dog. It was strange, not being around others, but it did make him a bit more calmer. He met a few dogs, but they tried to stay with him and he ended up freaking out and killing them.
Of course he never ment to hurt anyone, he couldn't help it. As normal he then went to hide for days at a time and watched others discover the bodies of the fallen.
Personality //
The Anti-Social;
There is no doubt he is anti-social. He refuses to speak to others and often makes him a good secret keeper. There is a reason why he is so quiet, he has a disease called Schizophrenia.
Schizophrenia;
He has hallucinations and delusions, often thinking someone is there or that something was talking. He imagines almost everything, when he is near others they can get distorted and normal appear that they are speaking. When it gets so bad he can go a little crazy and hurt those near him, making him deadly. Before the disease got extremely bad, he was learning to fight. So when he goes into a crazy moment, he will use all his power to fight. He ignores pain inflicted by others.
trauma & Sneak;
When he sees what he did to some poor lost soul, he will have a nervous breakdown and hide around for a while. Normally in the shadows where he blends in well. He knows how to sneak around and will do that to aviod being found or to run away after going into rage.
Phobias;
Death; He doesn't want to die, nor does he want to live. Death to him is well, death. No longer living, and he doesn't know where he would go if he died. Probably staying on Earth and watching other's lives go by.
Others; The fear of others near him and being killed scare him the most. That is why he needs to stay away, deep inside he knows what is right and what is wrong. Gambit doesn't want to hurt others, he just can't help it.
First Post //
Gambit backed up a little and thrashed around, clearing himself of the demon; Vetis. Though he disappearance would only be for a little while, he could do what was needed. Gambit focused on Paris, Roach and Charlie. Charlie whom was now next to Roach was coughing and growling at the same time. Idiot. Now Gambit, whom was much thinner and sleek than Paris easily slid half his body under the dumpster looked at Tucker. "Hey, Hey kid. Come with me." He said, giving Paris a wink. Charlie looked at Roach, "I'll get the pup. You handle Paris." He said nodding. Though, he already knew that was exactly what Roach was going to do.
Charles walked around Paris, and slid half way under the dumpster, though with a bit more difficulty than Gambit had. "Don't listen to him. Come with me. Come with pack, he is not pack." He barked, giving a glare at Gambit. Gambit growled, "No, ignore him..." He said, inching forward to the pup. Now an inch away from his scruff. Gambit snarled and snapped for his scruff, but no success. Charlie swatted at Gambit with his paw and caught the tip of his snout. Gambit snarled and bit down on Charlie's paw, causing him to snarl and try to snap at him. They both scowled at each other. Charlie looked at the pup, "LETS GO!" He barked, trying to coax Tucker to go with him.
With a growl, Gambit retreated out from the dumpster and narrowed his eyes, lifting his nose in the air, he searched for the others. He smirked and looked at Roach, then Paris. Paris would be fine, all she had to do was bark and he'd come running to her. He slowly walked back to the car that they were at before. Still smirking as he tracked down Lucy and May. His nose lead him up to an old brick house. Gambit slipped into the house and looked at Lucy. "Your pup is injured. He is...cowering now. Cowering under Paris's fury. His face is adorable, the fear ridden expression." He taunted her, while inching forward. They both were exactly the same height, even though Lucy could out run him in speed, he could run for long amounts of time. The smirk widened, "Can I have that pup?" He asked, lowering his head to look at the sneezing pup.
Charlie's expression softened and tried to reach the pup, but if he went any further, he would get stuck. He certainly didn't want that to happen. "Come on pup. I wont hurt you. I promise. Roach will take care of that psychotic bitc-" He cut himself off, not wanting to swear in front of the pup. "Psychotic fool. I'll take you back to your mum."
Age // 3
Breed // Dutch Shepherd
Gender // Male
Alliance // Descendants of Likely
Fur Colour // Dark Brindle
Eye Colour // Brown
Appearance // [/size]
Appearance details //
He may look like a brindlized version of a German Shepherd, but he isn't, he's a Dutch Shepherd that orginates from Holland. His muzzle is thin and has a ridge near his nose like all German Shepherds. His skull is rounded with large ears sprouting from his head. Gambit's jaws are powerful and that is why his breed was always good for police dog work. His head leads down to a strong, well muscled neck that moves down to strong shoulders. From his shoulders are lean legs used for running and agility. His chest is fairly deep along with his stomach and a somewhat fluffy tail. In general his body is lean and used for running. His fur is dark brindle that is black with brown here and there. There is little brown on his face, but near his jaw is small flecks of tan. The top coat is black while the other parts of his fur are tan or brown. From a distance you can't tell that he is brindle, but he is, you just have to get closer to him. His eyes are a rich brown colour that start out darker around the edges and around his pupil. In total he is a well built dog with a beautiful coat.
History //
Being born in a litter of three, a brother and a sister, he turned out to be the most crazy. The pack he was born into was all purebreeds, but a varity of them. After opening his eyes he began to play around with his brother and sister. His brother was a lighter version of him and his sister and even lighter version. He was the darkest of them, taking after his father. He was alway one of the rough pups, often hurting other pups on acident.
He was born with Schizophrenia, but it slowly came out at seven months. That is when the first incident happend. He was being taunted by her, which lead him going into a rage. After that he went back to the pack, anxious and scared. They asked him what was wrong and he just hid and sulked around. Then the hallucinations started. There was a day where he thought he saw another dog, he told his brother about her and Bullitt said that there was no dog like that around. Or that even exsited. The dog he saw had a set of horns on his head, long claws and long teeth. It was strange.
After reciving full training to be a guard in the pack, he ran away. He couldn't deal with the pressure or the responsibility. He took of and traveled for days before finally settling in this town. He never wanted to stay here, but he didn't want to go anywhere else. The population was low and he liked that, there was no risk for him or anyother dog. It was strange, not being around others, but it did make him a bit more calmer. He met a few dogs, but they tried to stay with him and he ended up freaking out and killing them.
Of course he never ment to hurt anyone, he couldn't help it. As normal he then went to hide for days at a time and watched others discover the bodies of the fallen.
Personality //
The Anti-Social;
There is no doubt he is anti-social. He refuses to speak to others and often makes him a good secret keeper. There is a reason why he is so quiet, he has a disease called Schizophrenia.
Schizophrenia;
He has hallucinations and delusions, often thinking someone is there or that something was talking. He imagines almost everything, when he is near others they can get distorted and normal appear that they are speaking. When it gets so bad he can go a little crazy and hurt those near him, making him deadly. Before the disease got extremely bad, he was learning to fight. So when he goes into a crazy moment, he will use all his power to fight. He ignores pain inflicted by others.
trauma & Sneak;
When he sees what he did to some poor lost soul, he will have a nervous breakdown and hide around for a while. Normally in the shadows where he blends in well. He knows how to sneak around and will do that to aviod being found or to run away after going into rage.
Phobias;
Death; He doesn't want to die, nor does he want to live. Death to him is well, death. No longer living, and he doesn't know where he would go if he died. Probably staying on Earth and watching other's lives go by.
Others; The fear of others near him and being killed scare him the most. That is why he needs to stay away, deep inside he knows what is right and what is wrong. Gambit doesn't want to hurt others, he just can't help it.
First Post //
Gambit backed up a little and thrashed around, clearing himself of the demon; Vetis. Though he disappearance would only be for a little while, he could do what was needed. Gambit focused on Paris, Roach and Charlie. Charlie whom was now next to Roach was coughing and growling at the same time. Idiot. Now Gambit, whom was much thinner and sleek than Paris easily slid half his body under the dumpster looked at Tucker. "Hey, Hey kid. Come with me." He said, giving Paris a wink. Charlie looked at Roach, "I'll get the pup. You handle Paris." He said nodding. Though, he already knew that was exactly what Roach was going to do.
Charles walked around Paris, and slid half way under the dumpster, though with a bit more difficulty than Gambit had. "Don't listen to him. Come with me. Come with pack, he is not pack." He barked, giving a glare at Gambit. Gambit growled, "No, ignore him..." He said, inching forward to the pup. Now an inch away from his scruff. Gambit snarled and snapped for his scruff, but no success. Charlie swatted at Gambit with his paw and caught the tip of his snout. Gambit snarled and bit down on Charlie's paw, causing him to snarl and try to snap at him. They both scowled at each other. Charlie looked at the pup, "LETS GO!" He barked, trying to coax Tucker to go with him.
With a growl, Gambit retreated out from the dumpster and narrowed his eyes, lifting his nose in the air, he searched for the others. He smirked and looked at Roach, then Paris. Paris would be fine, all she had to do was bark and he'd come running to her. He slowly walked back to the car that they were at before. Still smirking as he tracked down Lucy and May. His nose lead him up to an old brick house. Gambit slipped into the house and looked at Lucy. "Your pup is injured. He is...cowering now. Cowering under Paris's fury. His face is adorable, the fear ridden expression." He taunted her, while inching forward. They both were exactly the same height, even though Lucy could out run him in speed, he could run for long amounts of time. The smirk widened, "Can I have that pup?" He asked, lowering his head to look at the sneezing pup.
Charlie's expression softened and tried to reach the pup, but if he went any further, he would get stuck. He certainly didn't want that to happen. "Come on pup. I wont hurt you. I promise. Roach will take care of that psychotic bitc-" He cut himself off, not wanting to swear in front of the pup. "Psychotic fool. I'll take you back to your mum."
