Post by •Kayran• on Aug 31, 2012 14:19:07 GMT -5
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Name : Tylan (Ty)
Gender : Male
Age : 2 1/2
Breed : Labrador Retriever
Persona : Ty is a loving, protective male. He is a sweet and thoughtful brute, always putting friends and family first. Once his mind is set on something, he won't give up on it. He won't leave a friend's side until death. He hates humans, having been abuse by one once. He isn't really accepting towards new canines eiether, having no idea of what they are like. Get to know him, however, and he can be the sweetest canine.
Appearence : Ty is a yellow labrador. Despite this, he has rusty colored ears and markings on his stomach, pelt, and face that are most visible when wet. When dry, they appear a creamy color. He has chocolate brown eyes and a pure black nose. He has a long, taper - style tail. Strongly built, he isn't one to back down from a fight. His underbelly is a lighter cream, but not solid white. He weighs in at 70 pounds, and stands at 24 inches at the shoulder.
History : Ty was born on a farm in just outside the suburbs of Denver. At the time, it was a small city, but very important. At the young age of one year, Ty was adopted by a retired farmhand, who lived in the suburbs. He found a place of his own, that he would often escape to. His owner frequently whipped him, along with his sister, Libby. She had been adopted as well, only days after Ty. After some digging, Ty finally escaped into the next yard. And then he met Macy. Macy was the neighbor's labrador, the, as Ty put it, a undercover angel. Macy cared for Ty's wounds, and the two became close. One day, the two canines sat in the yard at sunset together. "We need to get out of here," Ty said to Macy. "We'd never pull it off. They would catch us." Macy said softly. "We could run away. Find a place where no one could catch us. Settle down and start a family. We could -" "Ty, stop. You know that we can't be ... mates. If they caught us, imagine what they would do to me. You. Our pups, if we had any. Maybe even Libby." A sudden sound approached Ty's lobes. "Just a twig snapping." He leaned forward and licked Macy's cheek gently. A shot rang out. And then, a yelp. The brute immediately recognized who it was. "Libby!" He barked. He found Libby's dead body laying on the ground, a hole in her head. His master stood above her, holding a rifle. Ty attacked him, all the while grieving over his sister's death. Macy crawled into the yard as well, hiding in the corner. Macy's owner came, and dragged her away. Ty escaped, never looking back. Running away, he thought to himself. "One day, Macy, I will see you again."
Name : Tylan (Ty)
Gender : Male
Age : 2 1/2
Breed : Labrador Retriever
Persona : Ty is a loving, protective male. He is a sweet and thoughtful brute, always putting friends and family first. Once his mind is set on something, he won't give up on it. He won't leave a friend's side until death. He hates humans, having been abuse by one once. He isn't really accepting towards new canines eiether, having no idea of what they are like. Get to know him, however, and he can be the sweetest canine.
Appearence : Ty is a yellow labrador. Despite this, he has rusty colored ears and markings on his stomach, pelt, and face that are most visible when wet. When dry, they appear a creamy color. He has chocolate brown eyes and a pure black nose. He has a long, taper - style tail. Strongly built, he isn't one to back down from a fight. His underbelly is a lighter cream, but not solid white. He weighs in at 70 pounds, and stands at 24 inches at the shoulder.
History : Ty was born on a farm in just outside the suburbs of Denver. At the time, it was a small city, but very important. At the young age of one year, Ty was adopted by a retired farmhand, who lived in the suburbs. He found a place of his own, that he would often escape to. His owner frequently whipped him, along with his sister, Libby. She had been adopted as well, only days after Ty. After some digging, Ty finally escaped into the next yard. And then he met Macy. Macy was the neighbor's labrador, the, as Ty put it, a undercover angel. Macy cared for Ty's wounds, and the two became close. One day, the two canines sat in the yard at sunset together. "We need to get out of here," Ty said to Macy. "We'd never pull it off. They would catch us." Macy said softly. "We could run away. Find a place where no one could catch us. Settle down and start a family. We could -" "Ty, stop. You know that we can't be ... mates. If they caught us, imagine what they would do to me. You. Our pups, if we had any. Maybe even Libby." A sudden sound approached Ty's lobes. "Just a twig snapping." He leaned forward and licked Macy's cheek gently. A shot rang out. And then, a yelp. The brute immediately recognized who it was. "Libby!" He barked. He found Libby's dead body laying on the ground, a hole in her head. His master stood above her, holding a rifle. Ty attacked him, all the while grieving over his sister's death. Macy crawled into the yard as well, hiding in the corner. Macy's owner came, and dragged her away. Ty escaped, never looking back. Running away, he thought to himself. "One day, Macy, I will see you again."
