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Post by THE SNAKE DOCTOR on Dec 28, 2012 21:53:12 GMT -5
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Acting. "Speaking." Thinking.
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alias - Syl, Sib. Also goes by Blythe when she's calling herself 'he'.
gender - Genderqueer(biologically female).
age - Four years.
breed - [eurasier x samoyed] x [chow x eurasier]
occupation - Stay.
sexual orientation - Pansexual.
appearance
Sibyll is a big ball of light brown fur. Her neck, cheeks, and tail seem to have the longest fur, with the strands on her tail and back legs reaching almost six inches in length. Lucky for Sib, her tail naturally rests on her back, so it doesn't get dragged along the ground collecting leaves and dead bugs. While her fur is very light in color, the short hairs on her muzzle are a deep, dark coffee color, almost completely black. The fur on her ears is a mocha color, darker at the base, though only briefly. Her color lightens to a nice cream color as it travels down to her paws.
Although she is a big puff ball, she doesn't look particularly feminine. With broad shoulders, pricked, triangular ears, and a blunt muzzle, Sibyll could easily pass for male, if her scent didn't give her away. She is tall, but not lanky. Slender, but not what one would call particularly agile in appearance. She looks like she's more likely to use brute muscle than agile twists and turns.
personality
ON THE OUTSIDE
quirky.
Syl is definitely one of the strangest of beings to ever have been created. She has a tendency to talk to herself, even when she's talking to others. While she doesn't exactly stop mid-sentence to talk to herself, she does tend to go off on a bit of tangent, talking about unimportant details that hardly relate to the topic. Sibyll shakes when she's talking about something exciting, or something that she's passionate about. Although she doesn't have any split-personality problems, she does identify as both male and female. She has no desire to be a male, but she does at times say she is male. When she's in this 'mood', she calls herself Blythe. However, this is not another personality. Blythe and Sibyll are the same beings with the same personality quirks; one is simply male, the other is female.
loud.
Sibyll is very loud. Or perhaps a better word would be obnoxious. Especially when in groups or with close friends, Syl tends to talk and laugh extremely loudly. She can be a bit of an attention whore, although she'd swear up and down that she's not. She does certainly enjoy being the center of attention - sometimes. The adjective 'loud' does not just describe her voice. Sibyll's entire persona tends to scream, even when she really doesn't want it to.
confusing.
Even if one took away her genderqueer trait, it would still be virtually impossible to understand everything that is Sibyll. She can be deep and thoughtful one second, and in the next sentence, she's going on about aliens exploding or Mars being a volcano. And of course one can never forget the fact that she talks to herself, even in conversations. Of course, though, the glaring subject is Blythe. Although Sibyll totally accepts that she is female, she thoroughly enjoys placing herself in males' shoes. She loves it so much that she'll even tell others that she's male, and will defiantly defend that no matter what - but only when she's in that mood. It can be quite disconcerting to those who just meet her.
shy.
Oddly, however, Sibyll will not be the first to speak. She won't even walk up to someone else, even if she really wants to. On a first meeting, Sibyll - and Blythe - is extremely quiet, polite, and extremely fidgety. She shuffles her paws, looks everywhere but the other entity talking to her, and licks her lips a lot. She gives awkward laughs, and even a second meeting can be quiet and awkward with Sibyll. Typically, however, if you're still around her, Sibyll begins to open up, and truly reveal herself. This process is quicker when she introduces herself as Blythe. There's also a chance that Sibyll reveals herself in a second meeting. She could even skip the whole shyness from the beginning. It generally depends on her mood. However, as a whole, Sibyll does not speak or walk up to someone else until she herself is greeted.
friendly.
Sibyll absolutely loves to laugh, and she loves making others laugh. While first introductions can be awkward, she is quite polite and friendly. The young dog loves to make friends, and while it's sometimes difficult for her to keep them, it doesn't stop her from trying. She becomes extremely attached fairly quickly, and practically lives to please. While it isn't uncommon for Sibyll to suddenly snap and become angry, she isn't one to hold a grudge, and is typically the first to apologize. She can be stubborn, but generally tries to be fair, understanding, and open-minded.
assertive.
Despite everything, Sibyll won't take shit. She's friendly to a point, but bent too far, and this girl will snap. She's not perfect, and even though she tries to be open-minded and fair, once Sibyll makes up her mind, fuck your opinions. And she certainly won't be afraid to say it. Try to insult her, and she'll instantly go from a quiet, polite young canine to a snarling, snapping, bristling stray dog. She will stand up for herself, even she stumbles over words or takes a few moments to come up with a comeback. Meanness isn't in Sibyll's nature, but that doesn't mean she won't bite. Fairness is important to her... But really only if it suits her to be fair. If she really wants something, she'll take it, and anyone who opposes her can go to hell.
protective.
Once you "belong" to Sibyll, she'll take bullets for you. She stands up for those that are close to her, and has been known to scrap with bullies who pick on weaker or smaller creatures. Sibyll's polite nature flies through the roof when a family member, friend, or even weak pup is insulted or snapped at... Sometimes, even when they might deserve it. She's very loyal, almost to a fault, almost to the point where she has no sense of self-preservation. And really, it's possible that she doesn't.
socially awkward.
Sibyll tends to giggle too much, say the wrong things, or become confused by simple questions. She doesn't really understand how to interact with others, even though she craves social interaction. She craves it so much, that sometimes, she purposely does something stupid in order to gain attention - although she would deny that bit til she was blue in the tongue. When Sibyll likes another dog, she tends to have a hard time controlling her laughter, often embarrassing herself. She also becomes so nervous that she can hardly speak.
clumsy.
Sibyll trips over her own four paws. She doesn't have a sense of coordination. Her very existence is the antonym of 'agile'. Syl often miscalculates things that are quite important; such as distance she needs to jump in order to catch a bird, or how much closer she needs to sneak up on that rabbit. She can hardly be called a hunter, blundering about while trying to catch something. She does get lucky breaks, but generally, Sibyll keeps to scavenging.
HIDDEN
nervous/paranoid.
Although she acts confident and completely without inner problems, the truth is, Sibyll is quite terrified of other canines. Externally, she's loud, confident, and boisterous. Internally, however, she's always second-guessing, always wondering if she might accidentally step on a figurative landmine, causing another to explode in anger. While she seems fairly careless, she's actually quite cautious. It's just that, sometimes, she tries to force herself to be bolder, to say fuck the world. That, however, is easier said than done.
lonely.
At times, this particular trait is actually very poorly hidden. It comes out when she's attaching herself to someone she hardly knows, when she's following someone she finds intriguing. Sometimes, this natural-stray will even crawl to a human child just to feel that affection, even though she really dislikes physical touch. Sibyll longs for an emotional connection. She craves it so much that she makes them up at times, pretending to be close friends with someone, even if they don't particularly think of her as a close friend.
dislikes physical touch.
Despite her desire to have an attachment, she shies away from anything physical - even wrestling. She has a tendency to dodge around hugs from humans, and only accepts petting when she's truly feeling low. The only time Sibyll accepts physical touch is when it's on her terms. And even then, she may only play physically because it's expected of a boisterous dog to be physical.
intuitive.
Sibyll can read most dogs like a book. She's extremely versed in both body language, and minor twitches. She knows when she's being lied to - usually - and typically knows when enough's enough. She's also capable of reading whether another canine has good intentions, or ill intentions. However, despite that, Sibyll also ignores her gut feelings. She's always second-guessing, always doubting herself. She's very hesitant, even when she internally knows something. Her main problem with this, is that she doesn't want to be wrong.
bitter.
Although she tries quite hard not to show it, Sibyll is rarely - if ever - truly happy with anything. She can be quite pessimistic, and seems to see the bad in everything. Once she finds something imperfect about someone, that thought is always in her head each time she sees that someone, and it causes a figurative brick wall to slowly build between herself and the other being. In a strange way, this bitterness is a way she protects herself, a way she makes sure only truly good-hearted canines are close to her heart.
suspicious.
Sibyll always expects the worst from others. Even while she's in the middle of playing, bouncing around like a puppy, it never leaves her mind that others can - and will - hurt her if she's not careful. She doesn't truly believe that anyone is pure of heart, and much of the time, she hates others for it. She shies away from truly 'evil' entities, and typically only aligns herself with those that have good intentions.
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Overall, Sibyll is quite the confusing canine. On the one hand, she longs for companionship, and she wants to believe that there are truly good-hearted dogs out there. On the other hand, she hates anything she perceives as imperfect, and doubts that anyone is truly good-hearted. While Sibyll acts confident, she hates herself, doubts herself, and thinks only the worst about herself. She could easily be a highly intelligent dog, but her desire to be in the center of attention, to have as many friends as possible - if only to prove herself wrong - leads her to do stupid, clumsy things that she wouldn't do. This deepens her hate for herself, and even deepens her hate for others.
history
Sibyll was born without a father.
Not literally, mind you. She wasn't the product of some unnatural asexual breeding thing going on. It took two canines to make Sibyll. But her father left before Sib was even born. As it turned out, he didn't like the bitch he'd impregnated as much as he thought he did. So, it was just Sibyll and her sister, Sallali. As one might expect, Sib and Sall grew quite close, forming a very close bond.
Their mother had a tendency to be sarcastic, selfish, and sometimes entirely unfair to the pups, but she had an overall compassionate heart, and she was gentle. Even her 'punishments' were rather mild, though neither Sibyll nor Sallali ever told this to her. Sib's mother got around. Even when she wasn't in season, she would flaunt herself. She flirted tactlessly, even in front of her two daughters.
Male after male, Sib watched the selfish creatures come and go. They would glare at the annoying pups; Sibyll suspected because the acts had to be quick, as two young pups couldn't be trusted alone for long, and at least their mother had enough tact to do her business away from tiny eyes. It became clear to Sib early on that most dogs weren't in the game for others. But dogs like her sister helped her hold some faith in canine society.
Around three months of age, Sibyll noticed how uncomfortable she felt some days when her mother would refer to her as female. While it felt fine one day, the next day, it would make her skin crawl. However, from her limited knowledge on canine society, she knew that this was not normal; dogs were born a certain way, and that was that. Although she'd never witnessed it herself, an internal instinct told her that anything that strayed from 'normal' was often killed or outcasted. Not wanting either to happen, Sibyll kept this to herself for her entire puphood.
When Sibyll and Sallali's mother seemed to decide that they'd learned all they needed, she sent them off. The two were a year old by this time. Sibyll was content leaving her mother, though Sallali was somewhat more resistant. After a promise to find her again for a visit, Sall finally parted, though she stuck close to her sister.
It was that way for the remainder of the time the two were together. Sib and Sal enjoyed each other's company, and Sal was happy to follow and listen to Sibyll. During this time, Sibyll began to develop her insecurities. Sal seemed to depend on her, though Sibyll had no doubt the young dog could easily take care of herself. Suddenly being placed in such an important position, Sib started doubting herself, second-guessing, and ultimately, failing. Still, Sallali stuck by her, patient and caring.
But Sibyll's self-doubting and hesitancy to make decisions ultimately led to the separation of the siblings.
The night was quiet. Too quiet. There was tension in the air. Both dogs could feel it. Something tragic was going to happen. Sal looked to her sister for direction, but Sib was unsure of what to do. The little place they'd managed to find was quiet, peaceful, and rarely visited by other dogs. It was unclaimed, and teaming with prey. It was perfect. Sibyll didn't want to leave it. It felt wrong to leave it. Even though her instincts told her to move on, Sib couldn't. She didn't know if they'd ever find another place like that one, and she didn't want to try. They could die if they left, for all she knew.
Sal quietly stayed with her sister, though Sib didn't know her reason behind it.
Only hours after the two had settled into a cautious sleep, the screams of frightened, pained animals reached their ears. The scent of burning flesh, blood, a death reached their noses. And when they each opened their eyes, heat dried their eyes, and a blur of black, orange, and red filled their vision. Their perfect oasis had caught fire. The growling, roaring waves were barreling down on them, and the two dogs had little time to turn and run.
Sibyll could feel the flames on her fur, and panic took hold as she tried to escape them. She lost sight of her sister in the chaos - many bodies were running alongside them, after all. Sib had fallen more times than she could count, and several times, flames threatened to swallow her. Each time, however, Sibyll managed to be just faster than the bright, hot tongue.
She, along with many other animals, finally made it to a river, where they swam across to reach the other side of the bank. Sibyll searched the shores, pacing, whining, and howling, but she never saw Sallali after that. Guilt clawed at her belly. Even the next day, when the flames had finally died down to hot coals and Sibyll went back to the once-thriving forest, she never managed to find Sallali's body. In some way, it was a comfort to her. It meant that Sal was still alive.
Sibyll didn't try to look for her sister after that. It wasn't that she didn't want to find her, necessarily. It was that she didn't want to lead. She didn't want to be put in charge of having to make decisions again, especially life or death ones. Instead, she took control of her own life, and it has led her through many cities.
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