Post by Moony on Nov 30, 2009 1:31:51 GMT -5
Here's my Character Log y'all!
Name: Nathaniel
Gender: Male
Type: Animal
Species: Golden-Crowned Flying Fox
Age: Twenty-one in human terms…
Position: Neutral
Lifestyle: Can he work at Enchante Books? If not I’ll figure something else out.
Residence: Fangsten Apartments I do believe is where he’ll be lodging. I’ll get a thread in the appropriate thread once I’m approved if that’s okay.
Description: Nathaniel looks like any Flying Fox breed, he’s got a very fox-like face for starters. He has a thin, long muzzle and triangular ears that stick out the top of his head. He has large, wide, dark brown eyes that usually reflect how he’s feeling at any given time. He’s a light weight, only weighing in at about 2.5 pounds but has a wing span of over five feet. His wings have black membrane and spinally fingers through the skin. His fur is what sets him apart as a Golden-Crowned Flying fox, he has a dark body to match his wings but his head and neck are a bright golden-rust color with a bit of silver in his face. He has rather sharp little teeth, even if he’s a fruit eater and large claws on both his thumbs and feet.
Personality: The main things you have to know about Nathaniel are these: He’s a funny guy, fun loving and big hearted. He’s lower in society than most but doesn’t mind, and isn’t afraid to let you know. He’s proud of whom he is and loves a good laugh. He’s immature at times and sarcastic as well, often getting off on the wrong wing with a bad comment. He has a true heart though is very neutral on the part of humans and avoids that conversation whenever possible. However in recent times the life he’s living is getting dull and tiring and he’s taken to drinking more than he did in earlier years. He’s no alcoholic, but he feels better with a buzz. There are some other bad things about Nathaniel, he has a temper and snarls often when provoked. He also is a little cocky at times and gets in others’ faces.
Wardrobe: Nathaniel’s wings make dressing up fairly difficult though he does when he needs to. On a normal day though he can be seen with nothing more than a stylish bandana around his neck and sometimes a hat. (not like the ones you put on dogs… Like the ones humans wear these days)
History: Nathaniel was raised in a relatively normal, low income home. His mother and father were childhood sweethearts and were perfectly happy being a family without a human. Nathaniel went through the early years with a fair amount of mockery in that manner. When he was old enough to get out on his own the first thing he did was look for a cheap human. The human was named Hannah and she was rather old but served the purpose of cleaning the house, doing chores mostly. Nathaniel was never fond of her and rarely spoke at all to the elder lady. Recently though the woman passed away in his house and she asked him to find her daughter and give her a small family heirloom. The heirloom was nothing more than a necklace baring a symbol of a cracked heart on it, not too interesting. However Hannah died before she could even give Nathaniel her daughter’s name… He was tempted to sell the trinket but has since kept it in a small box in his room. As of now he’s in the boring work force, simply because he was never raised with anymore education than reading, writing and simple math. He would like to eventually become something big… He just doesn’t know what yet… He’s not sure what he wants to do when he grows up, learning what he missed would be the first step.
Family: Mother- Devina, Father- Ackles
Mate: None yet
Children: None he knows about
Color: Is teal alright with y’all?
Other: Um… I think this about covers it.
Roleplaying Example:
Perhaps Elvis was being incredibly paranoid. Perhaps he was finally losing what little bit of sanity he had managed to secure since loosing everything. Or perhaps the Miniature Schnauzer was simply trying to keep himself alive. He liked to believe the latter was why he’d backed himself to the back of a tin garbage can. Some dogs may have thought the strategy was pitiful, that he’d assumed his death bed. It was very untrue, he’d thought the same thing until he’d been backed into a pipe by a rather nasty Rottweiler a few years back. The large dog could not get fully in to grab Elvis and he’d managed to do a number on the monster’s face. He was proud to say he blinked the thing in one eye, it had worked then and he hoped for the same occurrence in the future. However, he found his hackles slowly growing less rigid as the fellow canine actually came into view. He didn’t look any more relaxed, but he was, more mentally though.
It was a smaller dog, much like himself. Male by the scent. Elvis squinted through the shadows his shelter caused to get a better look before he moved a muscle. The dog wasn’t any larger than himself, greyish in color with a black mask and had brown on his legs. He actually reminded Elvis of a dog he’d seen in the dog park once with his human, except Sadie had been larger. She’d said she was a Blue Heeler and the two had met many times, often playing around while their humans spoke on the path. Elvis wondered what happened to the female… Then decided he was better off not knowing. However he quickly shook the memories out of his narrow skull and focused on the other dog as he spoke a quiet greeting. Elvis wasn’t sure if he was dangerous, but was willing to bet that he probably wasn’t. He hadn’t seen another small dog in a long, long time and heavily assumed this one wouldn’t try and eat him. He hated assuming, maybe that was a bit of hope? Elvis Costello… Hoping?
Yeah right… He thought bitterly, raising from his crouch. He slowly pulled himself from the container, head raised in a slightly aggressive manner. He wasn’t trying to scare the other dog away, or indicate challenge, he simply wanted the mutt to know he was not afraid and that he was the boss of the situation. That was Elvis for you. “Hello…’ He spoke slowly, his nose twitching as it inhaled the other canine’s scent, marking it in his brain. “Would you be friend or foe?” He shot at him quickly, levelling his eyes with the odd green tinged ones staring his way. His voice was not loud, he wasn’t about to notify every living creature in the area to where they were, but it was louder than the other’s, just to show his position again. It felt almost weird for Elvis to act so up front. Usually when he happened onto the grounds of another dog he booked it or cowered at the ground, ears back and tail between his legs (figuratively… It was too small to actually reach). However he hadn’t met a small dog in ages, the last time he’d been young and afraid. Now he was hard set and rocky, with little emotion. Seven years of hell does that to a Schnauzer.
One would think it rude to blurt out that at a meeting. But Elvis hardly cared if he seemed rude. He didn’t care what others thought of him, unless they wanted to eat him… That was when he drew the line. However, it did occur to him that an ally might not be a bad thing… Or at least someone to shove at an on-coming pitbull’s muzzle before he got his own tail eaten. With that thought in mind he lowered his long neck a little, trying to appear less dominant and more… Friendly? No… Perhaps civil was the word Elvis was looking for. In any case he didn’t relax his muscles on bit, not until he was sure this dog wasn’t going to leap. He liked his chances against the mutt though… They were equal in size but Elvis was far better in size. The other dog had muscle yes, but Elvis felt he would win in the strength factor No… You’re being cocky, stop it He thought quickly. He was better fed, that much was certain. He was a natural ratter and ate every day, he wasn’t sure the other did. There was the problem that the dog looked like a pup still, big feet and huge ears. That meant he would probably have better stamina. So maybe Elvis felt his confidence slipping a little, but he was still liking his odds with the mutt than the other dogs he met up with.