Post by whispe on Nov 20, 2009 23:47:18 GMT -5
Name:
Goose
Gender:
Female
Type:
Animal
Species:
Raccoon
Age:
probably 18 in human ages.
Position:
neutral.
Lifestyle:
wanderer
Residence:
none as of now.
Description:
Goose is a raccoon. Not an average one, but a raccoon none the less. She is around 28” at her shoulders, and weighs about 24lbs. she has longer legs, a rounder stomach, and small ears. Her fur has brown, white and black scattered throughout it. Her main color is a light pastel-y brown, with white spots/patches strewn throughout it. Her ears are black and white, and around her face is black. Her paws and the tip of her tail are a light grey, probably a mixture of the black and white. Her large eyes are a brown/grey with very dark spots in it from a painful past. Her nose is a soft pink, along with her underbelly around her private parts. Her nails are a soft brown, along with the fur inside her ears. Her tail markings are not just simple stripes of white/black. No no no, too un-origional. Her tail markings are white, with brown around the bottom of them, and also the top, creating a gradient effect. There are 4 stripes on the left side of her tail, and 3 on the right. They connect at the very bottom of her tail. They meet at the top of her tail, as an ariel view, they make a dorsal stripe, meeting at the end of the tail to define out the tip of the tail. Her back has the same type of stripe, but in a more brown, dulled down color, minus the stripes. Her left hind paw, the third toe from the inside, is completely white with a honey brown toe nail. The reason for this is unknown.
words : 270
Personality:
Goose is a small animal, making her social life very difficult. She is a generally happy person, who loves friends and being kind. Hurting people is the least of things on her mind. She doesn’t like to be controlled, and hates being told what to do, so she does what she wants when she wants to. She tends to bounce from one mate to another, seeing as she hasn’t found the right one yet. “ Life is to short to not take chances, so always keep your eyes open. “ is her motto. Trying things, new, exciting things especially, spark her interest. Naturally as a raccoon, she adores shiny things, but has some self control, saving her from most traps. Watching her family die almost instantaneously from traps has made her aware of them. Around larger animals, she is more bossy and, b***hy if you will, so she can make a point. “ Being a leader is hard, when you’re my size, but hold your head up high and raise your voice, or you’ll never get heard. How else would I have survived in this world without doing that? “ she can be very hardheaded and stubborn when she wants to, and loves to disobey people she is against. Being rebellious makes her feel free, as if it could go any further. She loves having friends, having people who understand her, but being in a new place, she needs to make some. She loves music, and has a tendency to sing or create new music when she gets into different moods. She will usually find the good in everyone, never giving up. Being able to find good in everyone is a good thing, unless your also gullable. She is almost too innocent, or comes across as at first, but when you know her some more, she can stand up for herself when needed. “ if you don’t show people you have a brain, you breath, and you have feelings, they’re gonna use ya like a door mat and walk all over ya. “
words : 343
Wardrobe:
she has no exact wardrobe, but usually wears a worn down black slipcollar, with a small heart on the keyring, attached by a small piece of twine.
History:
We walked slow. It was my sisters, my brothers, my mother and me. All of us. I was the last one, I was in the back. With small steps, we followed each other like a mother duck and her ducklings. Slow and calm, no hurry to be anywhere. Today was the day, and we weren’t anywhere near being ready.
We walked for what seemed like hours, every now and then, a sibling or two straying off, breaking free. They had wanted to leave. Mother was taking me and my other siblings that stayed somewhere safe. Somewhere where we can’t be hurt. Somewhere where there were more raccoons, more like me, or like us. she stopped, curling her tail around her. Soft green grass surrounded us, instead of the hot black stuff. That burned her feet. I had no clue exactly where we were, but I listened as she told us what was going to happen.
She said how they had food, whatever they was. That they were the reason my mother was able to survive, and have us. she said how they had what we needed, and that we could live off of them. How on their back porch, they had food. That word was a ghost to us. we didn’t have food since we suckled, since father brought it back for mother. Food was a mystery, food was also right there. they put it there for us, mother said. Follow me, follow my steps, and you will be safe. Nothing will happen, mother said.
Since mother has never lied, and in that fact, me and my two brothers followed her trails, followed her like glue. Like a leaf follows the wind. My brothers sneezed, and mother hushed them. Apparently this act involved being quiet.
As we approached the food bin, mother smiled. There was a bowl, with food in it already. Mother was right. They put it there for us. quickly, she nickered for us, and we ran over. My brothers were arguing, making quite a ruckus. I growled, and they kept going. My mother growled, much lower and much louder than I did. Behind us, on the porch, was a piece of glass, and large, beating eyes glared at us. I know this isn’t good.
The beating eyed animal let out a low growl, and a vicious, deep bark, splattering the separation thing with saliva. My brothers seemed oblivious to this warning, as though it shook the ground. I stood back from the bowl, whimpering. I was petrified, knowing we were going to die. A large, two legged mammal came to the door, and let out a shriek. The scream hurt my ears, leaving me feeling wounded inside. Puzzled, I heard a click. Then the animal’s heavy footsteps on the porch, and he was headed straight for my mother, whom was inhaling food.
In a panic, I ran off of the steps, into my brothers, then straight to the woods behind us. puzzled, they followed hesitantly. All you heard were the twelve little legs pacing in the ground, the three hearts pounding, and the cries of pain from the poor, scrawny animal being ripped to shreds just for trying to survive.
Into the woods we ran, without hesitation. I stood still, breathing deeply. My brothers were nuzzling each other, gnawing at their pads. I growled, I mean what else was there to do? They either needed to be quiet, or we would all die. Then it was quiet. The wind blew, and the leaves rustled. My heart was pounding louder than ever, and my chest expanded. My stomach was grumbling, and my foot was bleeding. My head hurt, and so did my heart.
The wind blew a nasty smell towards my nose. My brothers noticed it too, because they looked at me almost instantaneously. I shook my head, running farther into the woods. The large animal was pacing fast behind us, and it was hard to run away. I scurried quickly inside a tree, feeling almost terrible to leave my brothers to waist away and die. But I had no other choice. Almost after I heard one of them die, I stuck out my head, grabbing the littlest baby, and the only one, by the scruff. The dog beat me to it. He inhaled the baby in his mouth, and you heard a loud crack of bones under his teeth as he spit the infant out to bleed to die. He was out to kill.
My heart was beating fast. Faster than ever before, faster than life could move. Faster than light traveled. I was surprised I didn’t have a seizure. In fear, out of instinct, I ran from the hollow log I was currently in to a large, bushy tree. The dog had turned away, walked back home. What a monster. His eyes were pitch black, practically, and his teeth were stained with blood. His tongue was red, and so was his nose. His coat was black, and his soul was too. Sitting in the tree, I curled my tail around my body to gain balance, and began to clean the dried blood from my paw. Now, living will be harder than ever.
words : 866
Family:
none to existance
Mate:
none as of now
Children:
none as of now.
Color:
written words
spoken words
Other:
rp example is from another site. this is the same character, but as a raccoon, she uses the name goose.
Roleplaying Example:
xx..
soft, warm pads press into the rough, cold ground as she walks on. matted fur, flea infested skin, infected wounds, and broken spirits. that’s right where she was standing. in a puddle of her own tears. the tears of what was her happy, wonderful life. the soft, fluffy brown fur that covered her body was raw, wirey and thinned, and nearly black with filth.
she was a wreck. her skin was eaten alive by fleas, and if you looked close enough, you saw a good fifty in one spot. she hated herself for becoming the way she was. she was hated, friendless, and torn up inside, and nothing could help it. she wanted to be alone, they wanted to help. she wanted to do one thing, they said she had to another. she wanted to go left, they forced her to go right.
whispe was a walking robot. she was controlled by a few wires, a few people, and a few minds that ran her around like a doll. she was worthless, and practically wasting away in her own body. her own bones, her own blood, organs, brain, were all disenigrating, and soon, she would be nothing but a puddle. a lonely, worthless, puddle.
helpless to save anyone, even herself, she walked away. she left. she said ‘ I give up. ‘ and walked away. she cried, bled for them, and they don’t care. they didn’t care, they didn’t. and they never will. there is nothing else she can do.
‘ I know this now, but why not when I needed it? Though I waisted this time trying to save them, I was slowly waisting away. ’
‘ slowly was an understatement ’
if she was wasting away slowly, then she might still be breathing. or walking right. or still have some fur, some blood, some thought to herself. the thought she thought, the pain she felt, the things she did, or the feel of a need for them, all were created by other people. her own flesh and blood were made by another being, another, well, something. but not her. nothing could be controlled, nothing was hers. no home, no place to even feel safe in. she probably had a depleting litter of puppies in her stomach from the nastyass raping from that b*****d. that nasty, ugly, sick b*****d. he was my bestfriends brother. his evil clone. even nokomis now refuses to speak to her. she cant raise eight, or more than eight, puppies by herself. she can barely take care of herself, let alone more puppies.
as if nothing else could go wrong, she felt a deep shock flowing through her skin. the pain she felt, it was awful. like a fire from hell. the eighth layer. she layed down slowly, obeying this force. this weakness. a soft voice, the wind, floated these words beyond her ears...
“ goodnight, whispe. Bright and early tomorrow, as always. ”
as if it didn’t get old. as if she didn’t have feelings.. as if she was a total robot. she whined softly, and closed her eyes slowly. what else was there to do but obey? the puppies were in danger.. they were, and just obeying what they said kept her alive. it kept her breathing. it kept her pups living. living is the main goal here. not anything for herself, she has to keep them alive. because of her being stupid, she wasn’t about to risk loosing more love, more life than she has already. the thoughts drifted from her head, from her mind, and ran down her face, freezing onto the grass below. its so hard to find anywhere who cares anymore.
..xx
words : 612
[/left]Goose
Gender:
Female
Type:
Animal
Species:
Raccoon
Age:
probably 18 in human ages.
Position:
neutral.
Lifestyle:
wanderer
Residence:
none as of now.
Description:
Goose is a raccoon. Not an average one, but a raccoon none the less. She is around 28” at her shoulders, and weighs about 24lbs. she has longer legs, a rounder stomach, and small ears. Her fur has brown, white and black scattered throughout it. Her main color is a light pastel-y brown, with white spots/patches strewn throughout it. Her ears are black and white, and around her face is black. Her paws and the tip of her tail are a light grey, probably a mixture of the black and white. Her large eyes are a brown/grey with very dark spots in it from a painful past. Her nose is a soft pink, along with her underbelly around her private parts. Her nails are a soft brown, along with the fur inside her ears. Her tail markings are not just simple stripes of white/black. No no no, too un-origional. Her tail markings are white, with brown around the bottom of them, and also the top, creating a gradient effect. There are 4 stripes on the left side of her tail, and 3 on the right. They connect at the very bottom of her tail. They meet at the top of her tail, as an ariel view, they make a dorsal stripe, meeting at the end of the tail to define out the tip of the tail. Her back has the same type of stripe, but in a more brown, dulled down color, minus the stripes. Her left hind paw, the third toe from the inside, is completely white with a honey brown toe nail. The reason for this is unknown.
words : 270
Personality:
Goose is a small animal, making her social life very difficult. She is a generally happy person, who loves friends and being kind. Hurting people is the least of things on her mind. She doesn’t like to be controlled, and hates being told what to do, so she does what she wants when she wants to. She tends to bounce from one mate to another, seeing as she hasn’t found the right one yet. “ Life is to short to not take chances, so always keep your eyes open. “ is her motto. Trying things, new, exciting things especially, spark her interest. Naturally as a raccoon, she adores shiny things, but has some self control, saving her from most traps. Watching her family die almost instantaneously from traps has made her aware of them. Around larger animals, she is more bossy and, b***hy if you will, so she can make a point. “ Being a leader is hard, when you’re my size, but hold your head up high and raise your voice, or you’ll never get heard. How else would I have survived in this world without doing that? “ she can be very hardheaded and stubborn when she wants to, and loves to disobey people she is against. Being rebellious makes her feel free, as if it could go any further. She loves having friends, having people who understand her, but being in a new place, she needs to make some. She loves music, and has a tendency to sing or create new music when she gets into different moods. She will usually find the good in everyone, never giving up. Being able to find good in everyone is a good thing, unless your also gullable. She is almost too innocent, or comes across as at first, but when you know her some more, she can stand up for herself when needed. “ if you don’t show people you have a brain, you breath, and you have feelings, they’re gonna use ya like a door mat and walk all over ya. “
words : 343
Wardrobe:
she has no exact wardrobe, but usually wears a worn down black slipcollar, with a small heart on the keyring, attached by a small piece of twine.
History:
We walked slow. It was my sisters, my brothers, my mother and me. All of us. I was the last one, I was in the back. With small steps, we followed each other like a mother duck and her ducklings. Slow and calm, no hurry to be anywhere. Today was the day, and we weren’t anywhere near being ready.
We walked for what seemed like hours, every now and then, a sibling or two straying off, breaking free. They had wanted to leave. Mother was taking me and my other siblings that stayed somewhere safe. Somewhere where we can’t be hurt. Somewhere where there were more raccoons, more like me, or like us. she stopped, curling her tail around her. Soft green grass surrounded us, instead of the hot black stuff. That burned her feet. I had no clue exactly where we were, but I listened as she told us what was going to happen.
She said how they had food, whatever they was. That they were the reason my mother was able to survive, and have us. she said how they had what we needed, and that we could live off of them. How on their back porch, they had food. That word was a ghost to us. we didn’t have food since we suckled, since father brought it back for mother. Food was a mystery, food was also right there. they put it there for us, mother said. Follow me, follow my steps, and you will be safe. Nothing will happen, mother said.
Since mother has never lied, and in that fact, me and my two brothers followed her trails, followed her like glue. Like a leaf follows the wind. My brothers sneezed, and mother hushed them. Apparently this act involved being quiet.
As we approached the food bin, mother smiled. There was a bowl, with food in it already. Mother was right. They put it there for us. quickly, she nickered for us, and we ran over. My brothers were arguing, making quite a ruckus. I growled, and they kept going. My mother growled, much lower and much louder than I did. Behind us, on the porch, was a piece of glass, and large, beating eyes glared at us. I know this isn’t good.
The beating eyed animal let out a low growl, and a vicious, deep bark, splattering the separation thing with saliva. My brothers seemed oblivious to this warning, as though it shook the ground. I stood back from the bowl, whimpering. I was petrified, knowing we were going to die. A large, two legged mammal came to the door, and let out a shriek. The scream hurt my ears, leaving me feeling wounded inside. Puzzled, I heard a click. Then the animal’s heavy footsteps on the porch, and he was headed straight for my mother, whom was inhaling food.
In a panic, I ran off of the steps, into my brothers, then straight to the woods behind us. puzzled, they followed hesitantly. All you heard were the twelve little legs pacing in the ground, the three hearts pounding, and the cries of pain from the poor, scrawny animal being ripped to shreds just for trying to survive.
Into the woods we ran, without hesitation. I stood still, breathing deeply. My brothers were nuzzling each other, gnawing at their pads. I growled, I mean what else was there to do? They either needed to be quiet, or we would all die. Then it was quiet. The wind blew, and the leaves rustled. My heart was pounding louder than ever, and my chest expanded. My stomach was grumbling, and my foot was bleeding. My head hurt, and so did my heart.
The wind blew a nasty smell towards my nose. My brothers noticed it too, because they looked at me almost instantaneously. I shook my head, running farther into the woods. The large animal was pacing fast behind us, and it was hard to run away. I scurried quickly inside a tree, feeling almost terrible to leave my brothers to waist away and die. But I had no other choice. Almost after I heard one of them die, I stuck out my head, grabbing the littlest baby, and the only one, by the scruff. The dog beat me to it. He inhaled the baby in his mouth, and you heard a loud crack of bones under his teeth as he spit the infant out to bleed to die. He was out to kill.
My heart was beating fast. Faster than ever before, faster than life could move. Faster than light traveled. I was surprised I didn’t have a seizure. In fear, out of instinct, I ran from the hollow log I was currently in to a large, bushy tree. The dog had turned away, walked back home. What a monster. His eyes were pitch black, practically, and his teeth were stained with blood. His tongue was red, and so was his nose. His coat was black, and his soul was too. Sitting in the tree, I curled my tail around my body to gain balance, and began to clean the dried blood from my paw. Now, living will be harder than ever.
words : 866
Family:
none to existance
Mate:
none as of now
Children:
none as of now.
Color:
written words
spoken words
Other:
rp example is from another site. this is the same character, but as a raccoon, she uses the name goose.
Roleplaying Example:
xx..
soft, warm pads press into the rough, cold ground as she walks on. matted fur, flea infested skin, infected wounds, and broken spirits. that’s right where she was standing. in a puddle of her own tears. the tears of what was her happy, wonderful life. the soft, fluffy brown fur that covered her body was raw, wirey and thinned, and nearly black with filth.
she was a wreck. her skin was eaten alive by fleas, and if you looked close enough, you saw a good fifty in one spot. she hated herself for becoming the way she was. she was hated, friendless, and torn up inside, and nothing could help it. she wanted to be alone, they wanted to help. she wanted to do one thing, they said she had to another. she wanted to go left, they forced her to go right.
whispe was a walking robot. she was controlled by a few wires, a few people, and a few minds that ran her around like a doll. she was worthless, and practically wasting away in her own body. her own bones, her own blood, organs, brain, were all disenigrating, and soon, she would be nothing but a puddle. a lonely, worthless, puddle.
helpless to save anyone, even herself, she walked away. she left. she said ‘ I give up. ‘ and walked away. she cried, bled for them, and they don’t care. they didn’t care, they didn’t. and they never will. there is nothing else she can do.
‘ I know this now, but why not when I needed it? Though I waisted this time trying to save them, I was slowly waisting away. ’
‘ slowly was an understatement ’
if she was wasting away slowly, then she might still be breathing. or walking right. or still have some fur, some blood, some thought to herself. the thought she thought, the pain she felt, the things she did, or the feel of a need for them, all were created by other people. her own flesh and blood were made by another being, another, well, something. but not her. nothing could be controlled, nothing was hers. no home, no place to even feel safe in. she probably had a depleting litter of puppies in her stomach from the nastyass raping from that b*****d. that nasty, ugly, sick b*****d. he was my bestfriends brother. his evil clone. even nokomis now refuses to speak to her. she cant raise eight, or more than eight, puppies by herself. she can barely take care of herself, let alone more puppies.
as if nothing else could go wrong, she felt a deep shock flowing through her skin. the pain she felt, it was awful. like a fire from hell. the eighth layer. she layed down slowly, obeying this force. this weakness. a soft voice, the wind, floated these words beyond her ears...
“ goodnight, whispe. Bright and early tomorrow, as always. ”
as if it didn’t get old. as if she didn’t have feelings.. as if she was a total robot. she whined softly, and closed her eyes slowly. what else was there to do but obey? the puppies were in danger.. they were, and just obeying what they said kept her alive. it kept her breathing. it kept her pups living. living is the main goal here. not anything for herself, she has to keep them alive. because of her being stupid, she wasn’t about to risk loosing more love, more life than she has already. the thoughts drifted from her head, from her mind, and ran down her face, freezing onto the grass below. its so hard to find anywhere who cares anymore.
..xx
words : 612