Post by Kiche on Dec 23, 2012 14:04:06 GMT -5
Name: Felony
Age: Five Years
Gender: Female
Breed: Doberman
Homeland: Germany
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Mother: Geber (deceased - not played)
Father: Schlagen (not played)
Sister(s): Claudyne (not played)
Brother(s): Klaue (deceased - not played)
Offspring: Lottie (daughter - pup of alptraum and felony)
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Pack: Hermeaous Mora
Rank: Medic Canine
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Appearance:
Ebony black fur envelopes the main portion of her body, allowing her to appear almost invisible in dark areas. Along with this common color, she also possesses a lovely light russet hue which paints her face, ears, legs, chest, and below her tail.
A powerful build is what Felony is; pure strength and muscle. With seemingly endless endurance and a body built to withstand hard conditions, her breed is indeed stunning. In contrast to this aspect, her movements are almost always flawless, with a graceful and elegant step to her slender build.
Felony's eyes are a lovely dark chocolate color, which appear to be a light caramel hue when in contact with sunlight. With perfectly rounded pupils and and a gleam to go with them, her optics are indeed one of her well known specialties.
A medium sized canine, she stands twenty five inches tall at the shoulder. Weighing only seventy-five pounds, she is light on her paws. When she was younger and living with humans, her ears were cropped to point up, while most of her tail was removed to leave only about two segments left.
Aroma:
Her fur is tainted with the scent of flowers and forest, with a hint of mint. This is due to her constantly being outside and exploring the outdoors, she does tend to get her nose into these things.
Vocal Production:
Her voice is a delicate, feminine tone with a smooth feel to it. She is a slow speaker, especially when she speaks English, in which her words are more spread out. Her main language is German, and she can speak it flawlessly and quickly. Because of her German background, she has a thick German accent.
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Personality:
Felony is a reserved, sensitive, and shy canine who prefers to be alone with nature over other dogs. She has a very caring demeanor and is always willing to assist anyone, be it canine or other animal. She has a fragile heart and is easily hurt, but at the same time she can easily hurt others with surprisingly harsh words. This doberman is strong willed and a bit stubborn to add, she also has a wild side and is very adventurous and loves to explore unfamiliar territory. She loves the feel of adrenaline flowing through her veins. Though she has her limits and knows when enough is enough. Felony can be an authorative canine when she has to, she is not afraid to step in and let another canine know who's boss if she has to. This side of her is rarely shown though. Preferring to keep her inner emotions at bay, she can sometimes appear emotionless and distant from others. While she can be open to her close friends, she may be slightly harder to break around strangers. She is a loving soul who can also communicate to spirits and speak to wild animals. Not only this, she is also well skilled with medicine and hunting techniques. It will take a lot to anger Felony. She will defend her pack and her family with her life, in which case she can fight viciously, a trait she learned from her past.
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History:
I remember everything that occurred in my younger days like it all happened yesterday. Darkness, the metallic smell of blood, the ear piercing shrieks of pain. And the humans. Those vile creatures who raised me and murdered my family like they were nothing but insects. I always wondered how one species could be so cruel and intolerant of any errors. Did they even have hearts? Could they feel? Or were they all the same? Uncaring, loud, and full of greed.
I was born in a barren city in Germany. Somewhere in the outskirts of a small town, I was raised in a warehouse which also housed other canines. My mother, Geber, was deathly ill and could barely take care of us. But every night she would say how much she loved us. Myself, as well as my brother, were the strongest of the litter. However, my othersister was considered a weakling by the humans. The humans picked her up and tossed her outside, left her for dead. Though I never knew if she survived or not. During that time I didn't really understand what had happened. Geber refused to speak of it. It was either because she couldn't bare the thought of it, or she was simply too weak to speak.
When I was around five months old, the humans took me and my brother from my mother into a shiny metal room, full of sharp objects and cages. I do not remember much that happened in there, but a few days later, I noticed a majority of my tail had been removed, and my ears had been cropped to point up. The same thing had happened to my brother.
As I became more aware of my surroundings, I observed my area I was in. We were in a small room, with a small window above us that let in pale light. The room was very dusty with a stale scent to it. Concrete floor was below us with strong sturdy walls around. Every once in a while the humans would enter the room and give us a bowl of food. It was either wet and mushy, or hard and dry. Neither had a taste I enjoyed much. This was also the time when my brother and I received our own names. He was known as Klaue, while I was known as Felony. Mine sounded different from the others for some reason.
Sometimes I would be able to hear other canines as they growled, barked, and cried. Usually two at a time, accompanied by humans as they cheered and shouted. I didn't know what was happening outside our room but it did not sound pleasant.
When I was about a year old, Geber passed away due to her illness. Her body was quickly removed from our room and I was left alone with Klaue everyday. He was my only company. Until one day, I was able to see another canine that looked very much like us, a large male. As he walked past our room, he took a moment to stare at us. He looked hurt, mentally and physically. His whole body was covered in blood and wounds, while his eyes had a certain sadness in them. That was the last time I saw him. I believed he was our father.
About a year had passed. Klaue and I had grown into large and muscular dogs. It was around this time when a human entered our room one night and took Klaue. My strong willed brother protested with a series of snarls but was quickly subdued by the human with a smack across his nose. I watched as my brother was taken to the area with the cries and shouts. I could not see, but I recognized his voice as he struggled. His, and another dog's. It sounded much like a fight. I waited until he came back. And when he did, I noticed he had fewer wounds than my father did. Only a section of his face was bleeding and a bit of his chest. The human who escorted him back was grinning, something he did not do when he released my father.
Months passed, it was always the same thing. Klaue would with other dogs and come out successfully. His wounds healed quickly. But I noticed something about him as well. He was changing. He no longer acted like the carefree spirit he used to be. He seemed anxious, even aggressive towards me at times. I no longer felt as close to him as I did before.
Another year passed. My brother had since been removed from my room and placed in another one. I have been alone for a long time. But with the food I am given, I have been keeping my muscular body in shape. As more time went on, I began to forget about Klaue.
For the first time I was finally taken from my room and forced into a dark crate. when the door opened, I realized I was in the place I always heard dogs in every night. I was standing in a pit, and above me were countless humans, cheering. When I looked in front of me, I noticed a medium sizes shepherd dog. His lips were curled back to reveal sharp teeth, his eyes narrowed in anger. A bell went off and he was released, his body aiming straight toward me. I did what I had to do: fight. Our forearms wrapped around each other and our jaws collided in a flurry of fur and teeth. I was large than him so it gave me an advantage. My jaws easily wrapped around his throat and would not let go. I jerked my head to the side, but he had managed to escape, blood spilling from the wound I had created through his fur. He cried out in pain and lashed out at me again, his jaws locked onto my left front leg. I would not allow this and aimed my teeth for his eyes. This caused him to recoil away, his paw brushing over his eye in pain. I saw his exposed throat and dashed for it, easily creating a large wound in a matter of seconds. The moment did not last very long though, as he quickly changed into a submissive state. But the heat of the fight was too much for me. I continued to assault him until I was pulled away by a human, my vicious barks echoing throughout the room.
I never saw the shepherd again. But I was pitted into more and more fights. I realized I was much like my brother who I vaguely remembered. I could win almost all the fights with little injuries to myself. And each canine I defeated was never seen again.
Another year passed. I was three years old now. Fighting was now engraved into my mind, something I could do with ease. I was praised and given delicious meals. Around this time, I was pitted against someone who looked eerily familiar. It was near mid battle I realized who I was fighting. Klaue, and he showed no mercy. This did not hinder me at all. We were almost equally matched. The fight lasted a long time, each of us gave each other horrible wounds. I was beginning to run out of energy, and I could tell he was too. At last, he no longer tried to attack me, and merely stood there, panting heavily and bleeding. I had more will power though. I rushed at him, and slammed my body into his, knocking him off balance and onto his side. Without any hesitation I placed my jaws around his neck and applied pressure, my skull thrashing from side to side. He yelped and cried, which only made my assault worse. At last, I head and felt a loud crack coming from his neck. My exhausted body could bare no more fight now. I collapsed to me side and watched him, slowly die away.
I don't remember much after that. Of course I never saw him again. I was known around the warehouse as Felony der Mörder now.
Eventually, strange things occurred one day. The warehouse was infiltrated with unfamiliar humans with uniforms. They took away my own humans and then took hold of me and the other canines. I remember being placed in an airplane and flying to an unknown land, that the local humans referred to as Saddle Creek.
One human tried to bring me to an area that housed more dogs, as well as cats and other animals. My protesting paid off, and I successfully broke away from his possession and ran. Ran into the unknown wilderness which was Saddle Creek. I had to get away from the humans. Something in my mind just told me to.
For days I explored the territory, hunting small animals for meals and drinking from streams. It was one day that I came across a large pack. As I entered its territory, I was greeted by local canines. They were non hostile and welcomed me into their ranks. I was unsure of course, being a wary canine now. But I soon discovered that it was indeed a haven for all canines alike. Hermeaous Mora was the name. And I made many friends and even found my soul mate, Alptraum (deceased - not played), a large and muscular wolf who had the same German heritage as myself. Together we raised a beautiful daughter, Lottie. I will always be thankful for my pack, as it has truly showed me a new side to life.
Age: Five Years
Gender: Female
Breed: Doberman
Homeland: Germany
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Mother: Geber (deceased - not played)
Father: Schlagen (not played)
Sister(s): Claudyne (not played)
Brother(s): Klaue (deceased - not played)
Offspring: Lottie (daughter - pup of alptraum and felony)
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Pack: Hermeaous Mora
Rank: Medic Canine
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Appearance:
Ebony black fur envelopes the main portion of her body, allowing her to appear almost invisible in dark areas. Along with this common color, she also possesses a lovely light russet hue which paints her face, ears, legs, chest, and below her tail.
A powerful build is what Felony is; pure strength and muscle. With seemingly endless endurance and a body built to withstand hard conditions, her breed is indeed stunning. In contrast to this aspect, her movements are almost always flawless, with a graceful and elegant step to her slender build.
Felony's eyes are a lovely dark chocolate color, which appear to be a light caramel hue when in contact with sunlight. With perfectly rounded pupils and and a gleam to go with them, her optics are indeed one of her well known specialties.
A medium sized canine, she stands twenty five inches tall at the shoulder. Weighing only seventy-five pounds, she is light on her paws. When she was younger and living with humans, her ears were cropped to point up, while most of her tail was removed to leave only about two segments left.
Aroma:
Her fur is tainted with the scent of flowers and forest, with a hint of mint. This is due to her constantly being outside and exploring the outdoors, she does tend to get her nose into these things.
Vocal Production:
Her voice is a delicate, feminine tone with a smooth feel to it. She is a slow speaker, especially when she speaks English, in which her words are more spread out. Her main language is German, and she can speak it flawlessly and quickly. Because of her German background, she has a thick German accent.
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Personality:
Felony is a reserved, sensitive, and shy canine who prefers to be alone with nature over other dogs. She has a very caring demeanor and is always willing to assist anyone, be it canine or other animal. She has a fragile heart and is easily hurt, but at the same time she can easily hurt others with surprisingly harsh words. This doberman is strong willed and a bit stubborn to add, she also has a wild side and is very adventurous and loves to explore unfamiliar territory. She loves the feel of adrenaline flowing through her veins. Though she has her limits and knows when enough is enough. Felony can be an authorative canine when she has to, she is not afraid to step in and let another canine know who's boss if she has to. This side of her is rarely shown though. Preferring to keep her inner emotions at bay, she can sometimes appear emotionless and distant from others. While she can be open to her close friends, she may be slightly harder to break around strangers. She is a loving soul who can also communicate to spirits and speak to wild animals. Not only this, she is also well skilled with medicine and hunting techniques. It will take a lot to anger Felony. She will defend her pack and her family with her life, in which case she can fight viciously, a trait she learned from her past.
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History:
I remember everything that occurred in my younger days like it all happened yesterday. Darkness, the metallic smell of blood, the ear piercing shrieks of pain. And the humans. Those vile creatures who raised me and murdered my family like they were nothing but insects. I always wondered how one species could be so cruel and intolerant of any errors. Did they even have hearts? Could they feel? Or were they all the same? Uncaring, loud, and full of greed.
I was born in a barren city in Germany. Somewhere in the outskirts of a small town, I was raised in a warehouse which also housed other canines. My mother, Geber, was deathly ill and could barely take care of us. But every night she would say how much she loved us. Myself, as well as my brother, were the strongest of the litter. However, my othersister was considered a weakling by the humans. The humans picked her up and tossed her outside, left her for dead. Though I never knew if she survived or not. During that time I didn't really understand what had happened. Geber refused to speak of it. It was either because she couldn't bare the thought of it, or she was simply too weak to speak.
When I was around five months old, the humans took me and my brother from my mother into a shiny metal room, full of sharp objects and cages. I do not remember much that happened in there, but a few days later, I noticed a majority of my tail had been removed, and my ears had been cropped to point up. The same thing had happened to my brother.
As I became more aware of my surroundings, I observed my area I was in. We were in a small room, with a small window above us that let in pale light. The room was very dusty with a stale scent to it. Concrete floor was below us with strong sturdy walls around. Every once in a while the humans would enter the room and give us a bowl of food. It was either wet and mushy, or hard and dry. Neither had a taste I enjoyed much. This was also the time when my brother and I received our own names. He was known as Klaue, while I was known as Felony. Mine sounded different from the others for some reason.
Sometimes I would be able to hear other canines as they growled, barked, and cried. Usually two at a time, accompanied by humans as they cheered and shouted. I didn't know what was happening outside our room but it did not sound pleasant.
When I was about a year old, Geber passed away due to her illness. Her body was quickly removed from our room and I was left alone with Klaue everyday. He was my only company. Until one day, I was able to see another canine that looked very much like us, a large male. As he walked past our room, he took a moment to stare at us. He looked hurt, mentally and physically. His whole body was covered in blood and wounds, while his eyes had a certain sadness in them. That was the last time I saw him. I believed he was our father.
About a year had passed. Klaue and I had grown into large and muscular dogs. It was around this time when a human entered our room one night and took Klaue. My strong willed brother protested with a series of snarls but was quickly subdued by the human with a smack across his nose. I watched as my brother was taken to the area with the cries and shouts. I could not see, but I recognized his voice as he struggled. His, and another dog's. It sounded much like a fight. I waited until he came back. And when he did, I noticed he had fewer wounds than my father did. Only a section of his face was bleeding and a bit of his chest. The human who escorted him back was grinning, something he did not do when he released my father.
Months passed, it was always the same thing. Klaue would with other dogs and come out successfully. His wounds healed quickly. But I noticed something about him as well. He was changing. He no longer acted like the carefree spirit he used to be. He seemed anxious, even aggressive towards me at times. I no longer felt as close to him as I did before.
Another year passed. My brother had since been removed from my room and placed in another one. I have been alone for a long time. But with the food I am given, I have been keeping my muscular body in shape. As more time went on, I began to forget about Klaue.
For the first time I was finally taken from my room and forced into a dark crate. when the door opened, I realized I was in the place I always heard dogs in every night. I was standing in a pit, and above me were countless humans, cheering. When I looked in front of me, I noticed a medium sizes shepherd dog. His lips were curled back to reveal sharp teeth, his eyes narrowed in anger. A bell went off and he was released, his body aiming straight toward me. I did what I had to do: fight. Our forearms wrapped around each other and our jaws collided in a flurry of fur and teeth. I was large than him so it gave me an advantage. My jaws easily wrapped around his throat and would not let go. I jerked my head to the side, but he had managed to escape, blood spilling from the wound I had created through his fur. He cried out in pain and lashed out at me again, his jaws locked onto my left front leg. I would not allow this and aimed my teeth for his eyes. This caused him to recoil away, his paw brushing over his eye in pain. I saw his exposed throat and dashed for it, easily creating a large wound in a matter of seconds. The moment did not last very long though, as he quickly changed into a submissive state. But the heat of the fight was too much for me. I continued to assault him until I was pulled away by a human, my vicious barks echoing throughout the room.
I never saw the shepherd again. But I was pitted into more and more fights. I realized I was much like my brother who I vaguely remembered. I could win almost all the fights with little injuries to myself. And each canine I defeated was never seen again.
Another year passed. I was three years old now. Fighting was now engraved into my mind, something I could do with ease. I was praised and given delicious meals. Around this time, I was pitted against someone who looked eerily familiar. It was near mid battle I realized who I was fighting. Klaue, and he showed no mercy. This did not hinder me at all. We were almost equally matched. The fight lasted a long time, each of us gave each other horrible wounds. I was beginning to run out of energy, and I could tell he was too. At last, he no longer tried to attack me, and merely stood there, panting heavily and bleeding. I had more will power though. I rushed at him, and slammed my body into his, knocking him off balance and onto his side. Without any hesitation I placed my jaws around his neck and applied pressure, my skull thrashing from side to side. He yelped and cried, which only made my assault worse. At last, I head and felt a loud crack coming from his neck. My exhausted body could bare no more fight now. I collapsed to me side and watched him, slowly die away.
I don't remember much after that. Of course I never saw him again. I was known around the warehouse as Felony der Mörder now.
Eventually, strange things occurred one day. The warehouse was infiltrated with unfamiliar humans with uniforms. They took away my own humans and then took hold of me and the other canines. I remember being placed in an airplane and flying to an unknown land, that the local humans referred to as Saddle Creek.
One human tried to bring me to an area that housed more dogs, as well as cats and other animals. My protesting paid off, and I successfully broke away from his possession and ran. Ran into the unknown wilderness which was Saddle Creek. I had to get away from the humans. Something in my mind just told me to.
For days I explored the territory, hunting small animals for meals and drinking from streams. It was one day that I came across a large pack. As I entered its territory, I was greeted by local canines. They were non hostile and welcomed me into their ranks. I was unsure of course, being a wary canine now. But I soon discovered that it was indeed a haven for all canines alike. Hermeaous Mora was the name. And I made many friends and even found my soul mate, Alptraum (deceased - not played), a large and muscular wolf who had the same German heritage as myself. Together we raised a beautiful daughter, Lottie. I will always be thankful for my pack, as it has truly showed me a new side to life.
