Post by johnny on Aug 8, 2008 9:21:32 GMT -5
Name: Heathen
Age: Four years.
Breed: Irish Wolfhound
Eyes: Dark orange-brown.
Body: Like others of his breed, Heathen is tall (About three feet) and lanky, with a somewhat stockier greyhound-shaped body. His fur is coarse and wiry, and tends to give him a look of being unkempt and careless.
Gender: Male.
Personality: Very much unlike his Wolfhound nature, Heathen is exactly what his name implies - a heathen, a demon, and a generally malicious figure. He is likely to snap at any given moment, and he occasionally has conversations with "voices" in his head, out loud, making him seem more than a little insane. He's a bully, but a fearless bully, and he's long since stopped feeling guilty about the things he's done and those he's hurt.
History: Raised in captivity from birth, Heathen was born with an odd personality quirk that no one could suspect from a Wolfhound - a breed generally thought of as gentle and caring. He was bloodthirsty. He frequently hunted and killed small animals that would wander into his yard - including cats and smaller dogs - and bring them to his family as if it was a pleasant gift. As he grew larger, he started killing larger things and, eventually, he killed his own owner.
Threatened with the possibility of euthanasia, Heathen ran from the town in which he'd lived and into the forest, where he contentedly hunted and killed things without repercussions. Eventually, he found himself in the human-deserted City, and has lived there for the past two years.
Picture:
Mate: (None)
Rank: Loner.
Other: During particularly bad moments, he's taken care of by Bullet, the smaller (but older) mutt. The attention is unwanted, and he sometimes feels that Bullet has connected herself to him because of her need to boss others around, and her need to have others need her.
Theme Song: "Loving the Alien" by David Bowie; "Heathen (The Rays)" by David Bowie.
Age: Four years.
Breed: Irish Wolfhound
Eyes: Dark orange-brown.
Body: Like others of his breed, Heathen is tall (About three feet) and lanky, with a somewhat stockier greyhound-shaped body. His fur is coarse and wiry, and tends to give him a look of being unkempt and careless.
Gender: Male.
Personality: Very much unlike his Wolfhound nature, Heathen is exactly what his name implies - a heathen, a demon, and a generally malicious figure. He is likely to snap at any given moment, and he occasionally has conversations with "voices" in his head, out loud, making him seem more than a little insane. He's a bully, but a fearless bully, and he's long since stopped feeling guilty about the things he's done and those he's hurt.
History: Raised in captivity from birth, Heathen was born with an odd personality quirk that no one could suspect from a Wolfhound - a breed generally thought of as gentle and caring. He was bloodthirsty. He frequently hunted and killed small animals that would wander into his yard - including cats and smaller dogs - and bring them to his family as if it was a pleasant gift. As he grew larger, he started killing larger things and, eventually, he killed his own owner.
Threatened with the possibility of euthanasia, Heathen ran from the town in which he'd lived and into the forest, where he contentedly hunted and killed things without repercussions. Eventually, he found himself in the human-deserted City, and has lived there for the past two years.
Picture:
Mate: (None)
Rank: Loner.
Other: During particularly bad moments, he's taken care of by Bullet, the smaller (but older) mutt. The attention is unwanted, and he sometimes feels that Bullet has connected herself to him because of her need to boss others around, and her need to have others need her.
Theme Song: "Loving the Alien" by David Bowie; "Heathen (The Rays)" by David Bowie.