Post by gummy on Jun 14, 2013 17:27:09 GMT -5
HIS ESSENTIALS
Title: Palmer
Epithet: Meme, Palm, ect.
PALMER
Gender: Male.
Age: A trio of years
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Heritage: Siberian Husky
Pack: Loner.
HIS GUISE
Height: 24 inches at the shoulder
Weight: 65 pounds
State: Healthy.
Song: Smooth and seductive.
Perfume: Ice and something flirtatious.
Appearance:
basic;; A brawny black and white husky with two-toned eyes.
detailed;;
[coat] Palmer’s coat is thick and fluffy, not uncommon in his breed. Most of the strands on his legs, face, chest, and neck are of the purest of white, each carefully groomed to perfection. Inky darkness begins creeping up his legs and shoulders, the color faded and light and gradually darkening to the darkest of blacks upon his crown and along his spinal cord. Black lines his lips and surrounds his face, save a white streak down the middle of his head. The inside of his ears are stark white against the dark pigments of the rest of his head. Shades of grey blend with the black upon his torso and back, though one of the most distinctive coat marking would be the dark stripe of black that runs the length of his spine.
[tail] Palmer’s tail is curled, like most of his breed, and heavily feathered. The strands are mainly dark, though the fade to grey and eventually white as the fur goes farther from the bone. Arched over his back, his war banner appears mostly white but that is simply not the case.
[stature] Palmer is on the brawny side of a husky, with thick muscular legs, large shoulders, and a generally powerful build. Standing at 24 inches at his shoulder and weighing a hefty 65 pounds, Palmer’s built for strength, and while he isn’t the fastest dog on the block, he still retains the agility of a sled dog in his movements.
[eyes] Palmer’s eyes would have to be the most transfixing part of this dog. Lined with charcoal and two-toned, they are quite fabulous. The right is a uncommon chocolate, the color soothing and simply begging to be trusted. The left, ah, the left is what makes him so special. It is mostly chocolate, the color a few shades lighter than the right, though that’s not what makes it so special. Part of the eye, maybe a quarter of it, is icy blue in the side closest to the inner eye
HIS DISPOSITION
Mentality: APD[Addictive Personality Disorder], otherwise stable
Assertion: Dominant and sexist
Likes: The cold, sex, girls, Malo[BFF], pulling a sled, ect.
Dislikes: Commitment, girls who are stubborn[50/50], having to do things he doesn’t want to, children
Personality:
[player&&seductive] Ah yes, Palmer is a bit of a ladies man. He’s a seductive little beast, with just enough charm to be able to smooth talk his way out of just about any sticky situation he could manage to get himself into. He’s a bit of a flirt, if you could even call it flirting. He’s the kind of dog who’ll saunter his way into town, bed down a few ladies, and be on his way before he can be dragged down by whatever youths he manages to produce with the lucky gals.
[APD] Ah yes, Palmer has an addictive personality. He tends to be impulsive, anti-social, sensation-seeking, has weak commitment, a general tolerance for deviance, and tends to have heightened stress. Yes, he has the classic factors of APD, but he’s also got those quirks that make every addict unique. He deals with stress by bedding down someone, killing something, anything that gives him an outlet. He’s addicted to a few things; sex, seducing, fighting, ect.
[fighter&&instigator] Yes, Palmer is an instigator. He loves to fight, he loves to pick, he loves to make people twitch and squirm. He preys on the weak, he breaks them down. If there’s a weakness he can find, he’ll exploit it and make them, if he’s lucky, cry. He’s a freak, yes, but he’s a sexy freak.
HIS PAST
Parents: Shiloh x Baxter
Siblings: Shasta[sister], Keltie[brother], Ella[sister]
Mates: None
Offspring: None[currently]
History:
”Mush!” The bellow of the aging man was accompanied by a puff of frigid air as snow continued to fall, clumping on trees, muffling the sounds of forest life. The dog team pushed forward, each dog moving in sync with each other, carefully guided by the broad black and white dog at the head of the lead. The dogs pulled the sled through the night, pausing when needed for them to rest. The sun began to peek out from behind the thinning trees and the dogs moved with more energy, their yips answering the distant ones that greeted the musher and his team as they grew closer to their destination. As the musher guided his team home, the door of the quaint little cabin opened and a petite woman stepped out, beaming at her husband. “Hank!” She cried, running across the snow to engulf the fur covered man, Hank, in a hug. “Marie.” The man replied, wrapped his arms around his wife. The dogs yipped at their pack mates, who cried from their heated kennels by the cabin. “Go inside, Marie. I have to put up the dogs. I’ll be inside in a few minutes.” Hank urged the brunette gently.
The woman smiled at her husband, ruffled the lead dog’s ears and then hurried into the cabin, out of the frigid Alaskan air. Hank turned to his dogs, smiling fondly at the weary dogs before stepping back onto the sled and guiding the dogs into the kennels. He unhitched the sled and carefully wiped it down and put it in its usual place. He then returned to his dogs, who were laying on the stone floor, totally exhausted. “You did a good job, loves. A good job. Good dogs.” He praised them as he carefully unhooked the dogs. He gently put the dogs into their kennels, except the lead, and fed and watered each before leaving them to converse with their dog language. The big black and white husky trotted loyally after Hank, eager to see his people, and his family. Hank opened the door, a burst of heat warming his face as he stepped inside. Marie smiled and kissed her husband, stroked the husky’s head, and then placed a plate of steaming baked potatoes, salmon, and green bean. She then lowered a dish of a mixture of wet and dry food to the floor, where the husky hurriedly began to chow down. “Baxter looks tired.” She commented, sipping her steaming coffee.
“Long drive.” Hank replied, shrugging as he began to shovel food into his mouth. Baxter had finished his food in minutes and was trotting through the kitchen, poking his head around the corner, tail wagging wildly as he saw his mate, heavily pregnant with their second litter tucked into the linen closet among a nest of worn blankets. As the day grew old and day turned to night, a miracle happened. As 3:25 drew to 6:25, a litter of pups were born. A pair of little girls and a pair of boys. Two red, a grey, and a black. Shasta, Ella, Keltie, and Palmer.
And so, they aged and became sled dogs; or Shasta and Palmer did. Keltie and Ella didn’t do well with the training and so Keltie was sold to a family, who later moved away, cutting the family ties. Shasta and Palmer became the lead dogs once Shiloh and Baxter retired and once Hank retired, they retired too. Shasta and Palmer were still young, though, and so they were sold along with the other younger dogs, though the older dogs stayed with Hank and Marie. Shasta, Ella, and Palmer were sold to a family who had met all the requirements. The family moved around a lot and while they were in Saddle Creek, they were forced to leave their beloved huskies. The siblings dispersed, though they make sure to keep in touch, wherever they go.
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