Post by CERAMIC :: on Oct 11, 2007 16:35:15 GMT -5
CERAMIC.
age; Four Years
gender; Female
breed; Anatolian Shepherd
pack; Loner
personality;
Ceramic is down to earth and considerate, not wishing to hurt anyone; unless you catch her in a bad mood. She- well she is like a bodyguard, even if she has no clue who you are she will protect this person. She's trustworthy and will carry through something even if her own life is in the line of fire, for a friend...she'll risk anything. Ceramic, though, likes others feels crowded often and must move away from the bustle of life and just escape. Escape into a dream of what could be- what should've been. Her memory has fled from her, and she spends time reaching into her heart for the memories.
Ceramic is like the moon. She is shy and reclusive, spending her time alone and is slightly uncomfortable around others; no matter what. Being separated from family so early really has effects on her, and she is unlikely to warm up to someone quickly. Ceramic loves to be alone on a bright moonlit night, she doesn't know why, but it soothes her and gives her strength to live on for the next day. She lives to be alone, being in crowds causes her to get jumpy and she could pop, and perhaps hurt someone. She was never very vocal. Not even when she was starving for milk, she hardly ever cried out for her mother. Ceramic will think things through entirely before jumping into them. This keeps her from receiving harsh injuries, but this always doesn't work. She isn't one to rush into a tumble, but will defend what she loves with glowing pride, and for once she is quick to take action. Ceramic is also very smart to the way of nature, she knows fate is fate and that it mostly cannot be altered, and she abides by it. Yet she will try with all her might to keep another from the vile clutches of death; unless she is the one doing the killing. Ceramic is strong, not only in physically but mentally. She has lived threw so much heartbreak, buts he still moves on, that's all she could do right? Though, she puts a strong cloak around herself, shading the pain. This cloak is powerful, allowing her to be strong in anything.
Ceramic; is compassionate, yet sometimes naive even in her age, and will help anyone in need. Whether they need a hand, or just a friendly ear. They say a friendly ear can be the best medicine right? Having a caring nature, she is well with wounds, and often cares for her weak or injured comrades. Ceramic occasionally gets grumpy, and likes to be forgotten. With the knack to strike out and retaliate in these situations. These problems only arise when she is depressed. Even so, when someone asks her what is wrong, she only looks to the ground and whispers 'nothing'. To afraid and shy to share how she feels or if something’s wrong. It could be the second before her death before she would tell you something was wrong. She believes that it will only make the ones close to her worry if they know- thus keeping it in the soft clutches of her heart.
Another Part of her. The classical rouge and thug. With a no care attitude and an affinity to stay serious. She prefers the lone life, and tried out of her way to avoid most other canines. She sees herself as not being an under-dog and will prove instantly if told other wise. She is not into a relationship, or the cuddling that comes with it. Considering herself to be always right, she will take her time apologizing or admit to being wrong. Her pride is high-strung. She is independent, and will not request help from anyone. Even so, there is a greater kind side that she shows more often than this rough demeanor.
appearance;
Ceramic is a purebred standards at 29". She is also in regulations within the weight of 131 pounds. Her eyes are medium size, set apart, almond shaped and light amber in color. Her eye rims are black and without sag or looseness of haw. Ceramic’s ears are set no higher than the plane of her head. She has a v-shaped, rounded apex, measuring about four inches at the base to six inches in length. The tip is just long enough to reach the outside corner of her eyelid. Ears dropped to the side. Her skull is large but is in proportion to her body. There is a slight centerline furrow, fore and aft, from apparent stop to moderate occiput. Muzzle is blocky and strong. Her nose is solid black. Her coat is short, approximately 2" long. Her hair is slightly longer and thicker around her neck and mane. She has a thick undercoat as well as feathering on her legs, tail, breeching, and ear fringes. Her pelt is a light fawn in hue with darker points of amber. Her muzzle is completely black along with her eye rims. Her neck is slightly arched, powerful, and muscular, moderate in length with more skin and fur than elsewhere on his body, forming a protective ruff. Her back is powerful, muscular, and level, with drop behind her withers and gradual arch over loin, sloping slightly downward at the croup. Ceramic's body is well proportioned, functional, and without exaggeration. Her chest is deep and well-sprung with a distinct tuck up at the loin. Tail is long and reaches to her hocks. When relaxed, her tail is carried low with the end curled upwards. When alert, her tail is carried high, making a "wheel." Her shoulders are muscular and well developed with long blades, broad and sloping. Forelegs are relatively long, well-boned and set straight with strong pasterns. Her feet are strong and compact with well-arched toes, almost oval in shape. She has stout nails with pads thick and tough. Hindquarters are strong, with broad thighs and are heavily muscled. Angulation at the stifle and hock are in proportion to her forequarters. As seen from behind, her legs are parallel.
history;
She was born into a wealthy family. Her parents were pure-bred Anatolian Shepherds. They were both winning show-dogs and this litter was destined for greatness. Ceramic however, grew up gazing out of the window, wiggling with fascination as a sly street-dog passed. Her siblings were to busy training to bother her. She often ran away and hid from the humans when they tried to domesticate her. Soon- the humans and her family gave up on her. At one year of age, the humans took her family for a walk. A gang of twelve street thugs were waiting. Her family was on the hit list, her father having committed things in the past. The thugs attacked, Ceramic being the last standing. The humans had run, and she loathed there kind ever since they left her and her family for dead. Ceramic fought back, managing to survive as she gained the street dog's trust. It was a rare and lucky occasion, and they accepted her as one of their own as they realized she was much like them. Her intelligence was sharp, but her words weren't perfect unlike her royal family. She left the gang later as they were caught by the pound while they rested.
[Ceramic. Just as a male. XD]
Night had come slowly, the shadows growing ever more prominent as the sun lowered back to its celestial bed. Soft gray clouds hung depressingly in the sky, dulled after the disappearance of the sun. They shimmered in light grayscale hues, the occasional glimmer of silvery moonlight piercing them. It was the time of the street dogs. The humans were vacant from the cement roads, the occasional gang huddled in a small talk. A highly terrifying sight, seeing the butt of a gun strapped along one's belt. Ceramic himself was unfazed, and slowly walked past them with nothing more than a wary glance. Seeing they were much to busy in their own troubles, he sauntered by confidently. Nails clicked against the smooth pavement, as he meandered skillfully through the deserted city. Few cars graveled along the road, their highlights flashing at him before moving on. None stopped, and he was glad for it. He despised humans, as well as their over-weight mongrels. Ceramic kept his distance at most times, staying in the comfortable shadows in an abandoned basement. Padding his way around a corner, he pondered where he would go tonight. He decided readily on the alley when his stomach gave a twisted grumble. The alley was a nice place, dark and roomy. What he liked most that very few ventured there. Thankfully house scum never ventured there. If they set foot there, they would be killed.
Soft tawny body seemed to melt into the night air, as he slinked skillfully along the arches and corners of buildings. Tail was curled contently at his smooth pace, amber eyes glancing about once and again for danger. You could never be guaranteed full protection in these parts. There were murderers, rapists (though he had nothing to fear there), and thugs. It was dangerous, and only the true baddies of the street dog community dared to come here. He considered himself that highly, and wasn't afraid to prove his worth over other canines. His pure-bred body deemed delicate and lithe, but his kind was bred to protect stock from danger. He was bred to fight and protect, and it was natural to him.
The alley appeared before him, and he smirked placidly. Nails clicked as he meandered down the darkened alley, ignoring the new arts of the humans. Why they did it, he hadn't a clue. They could go on doing it to, he didn't care. He hesitated as a roaring police car rushed by him, ruffling his tawny fur. He heard them all the time, and wasn't surprised by the noise. Shrugging his shoulder, he continued down the long, shaded alley. The sweet scent of human's leftovers entered his flared nose, and he smirked. They always threw so much out, but he wasn't one to complain. Though a far different scent swirled into the oxygen, a dog? He stopped, his body suddenly tensed. He knew that many dogs were possessive over their food, but he was starving, so he would fight for a meal. Hackles bristled menacingly, and he stepped forward, his steps tensed. His tail was stiff, and curled into a wheel, and he approached the unknown dog and food.
Her body cleared as he moved slowly closer. She was large, yet slender. Her coat was a mixture of blue merle, hinted with white. He paused, hesitant. He was larger than her, and weighted obviously more. He could tell in a single glance that speed was her forte. He however was husky, but slender. An odd mixture of proportions he was. "Oi there," He spoke in a husky greeting. Amber eyes watched her coolly, an expression of boredom plastered on his face. "Seems I'm not the only one out for a bite, eh?" he inquired, his words slightly slurred. He remained a few dog's lengths away from the female, happen she to be violent. He really didn't feel like getting into a round-a-bout with a arrogant female tonight. He was in one of those slightly ignorant moods, and didn't want to take any crap. Ceramic was a dog of many aspirations and many personalities. Tonight, he was just down-right in a bad mood. Of course he blamed it on the pathetic yowling of some house-pet as he threatened it through a window.
