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Titus
Dec 22, 2007 12:05:39 GMT -5
Post by [/SIMBA] on Dec 22, 2007 12:05:39 GMT -5
MY NAME Simba MY AGE 16 HOW I FOUND YOU CC ;] LIKE THE SITE? Duhhh. SWISS CHEESE OR AMERICAN? American.
Character NAME Titus AGE 2 years BREED American Staffordshire Terrier GENDER Male PERSONALITY Titus is emotional and he certainly allows his heart to direct him in lieu of his head. He is a grateful male, who is appreciative of the small things in life and rarely does he find the need to engage himself in foolish drama and unnecessary conflict. Titus is a proud male, who believes in himself and is confident in his abilities. When he wants something, he never second guesses himself and goes for it, regardless of the consequences. Titus is an extremely patient and forgiving male, though he is not forgetful, and strongly lives by forgiving but never forgetting. He is good to those who are good to him and is a generally thoughtful male, who is willing to do anything for almost anyone. In essence, Titus is pure good, and while he can at times be cruel, the majority of the time, Titus is a good friend to have and a lovely companion.
APPEARANCE Titus is of generally medium size, though his stocky appearance suggests great strength, which is certainly the truth. Titus is primarily a light brown color, with a white underbelly and chest. His eyes are a dark, chocolate brown and gives off a younger appearance. Now at his prime, Titus has a very sharp and accurate body, with thick, muscular limbs and very defined features. He is a handsome dog at best, with a good, solid look about him.
SAMPLE The sky was bright today, in various hues of blue depending on just where you looked. It was an appealing scene for the thick-coated male, who relished in the bright sunshine that, unlike the sunshine of summer, had a way of remaining cool, as if it sensed that the season was meant to be a cooler one. Despite the upbeat mood that the canine might have seemed to be in, Torstein had darker intentions on this light day. The male was out in search of a fight. His coming to the city meant that he was generally unknown and he was prepared to change that as quickly as possible. And what better way to get a reputation on the streets than to kick some ass.
His choice of battle was a rather eerie lumber yard in which Tor had heard had once before been the arena for a mini-war of sorts among two fierce sides. The prospect of blood already had been shed in the area and the knowledge that there had in fact been deaths upon the pack of dirt he walked so carelessly upon only furthered Torstein’s desire to engage himself in a battle. Slipping through the various pieces of machinery, all still placed just as they had been left by the former workers, now coated in dirt and grime and the occasional droplets of blood that seemed to be more plentiful here than in any other area of Cairoco that Torstein had investigated previously.
Tor ambled along the rows of machinery and moldy logs, delicately sifting through various pieces of interest with his cold nose. The machinery was surprisingly chilly, despite the many years of lying in those same positions. Torstein was of course no scientist, but he vaguely suspected that it could have something to do with the metal, which was still mostly intact save for certain areas of rust that could only be expected.
It was difficult and almost questionable to waltz up to someone and ask them for a duel. Luckily for Torstein, he was hard-headed and rather to the point, so when he saw something he wanted to do he went for it, without beating around the bush. Unfortunately for him, there was not much action in the lumberyard this morning and he was left to his wanderings as he searched in vain for a potential opponent. The smell of blood was strong in the area, leaving a gentle tingling just beyond his nose that had slowly worked its way into a pain. Torstein did not like to have disturbances when he was fighting and an unnecessary pain such as a headache was not something he particularly wanted.
Shaking his great head to and fro and finding that it hurt the situation far more than it helped it, Torstein returned to his futile scanning of the lumberyard. A patient one by nature, Tor found vague interest in a dark spot on a flat board that he chose to investigate. Sniffing at it, he deduced that it was most likely a spot of blood and decided to make up a make believe scenario for how it arrived where it did.
In his mind, Torstein built up an imaginary foe, cruel and merciless, a killer on more than one occasion. This non-existent character fought sharply with perfect precision. But his opponent had fallen under the cover of luck that day and had slipped when his attacker had come forth, opening a perfect shot at the throat. The underdog had ripped it clean out and proved victorious, and it was from this vicious foe that the blood existed. Of course, the story could be completely the opposite or even remotely true. Torstein would never know. What he did know, however, was that by the time he left behind that bloodstain, he would have left a mark of his own amongst the ghosts of the past.
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Titus
Dec 22, 2007 12:12:30 GMT -5
Post by AUDREY,, on Dec 22, 2007 12:12:30 GMT -5
Accepted. <33
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