Post by QUIRKY TEA ! on Apr 9, 2012 11:45:23 GMT -5
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Name: Mississippi (Missy for short)
Age: 6 years
Gender: female
Pack: Mirembe
Rank: Scout
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Breed: Mixed breed
Eye color: brown
Pelt color: black
Markings: irish pattern white
Height: 17 inches
Weight: 35 lbs
Image: Photo set
[li] Blood, guts
[/li][li] control
[/li][li] food
[/li][li] quiet
[/li][li] focus
[/li][li] her routine-- DON'T MESS WITH IT
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[li] Noise
[/li][li] becoming frazzled
[/li][li] messiness
[/li][li] being interrupted from her routine
[/li][li] new stuff happening
[/li][li] losing her cool
[/li][li] loneliness
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Personality: Missy is a rather cold individual. Like her brother, she's tried to assimilate into a normal dog pack. Unlike him, she hasn't forced the responsibility of leading a pack unto herself. However, her blood runs freer. Her instincts are stronger. She controls herself by controlling everything. She counts her steps, eats while keeping her short coat pristine, and has many other obsessions and compulsions. This leaves her rather closed off to relationships and a bit lonely. However, she has taken a rather fitting job of being a Scout. When she does everything according to her routine, she's almost pleasant—albeit distant—but pleasant all the same. When something in her day happens that is unexpected, it's rather easy to see the cracks in her sanity. If she's focused on a task, she does it well enough, though is awkward at times, adorkable even in how hard she tries to do a good job. Despite the storm underneath her skin, she does try to contain herself and hopes to be a good part of the pack.
Family: Mother – Sky – deceased
Father – Turnip – alive
Brother – Appalachian – alive; alpha of Hlengiwe
Siblings – Madison – alive
Siblings – Nebraska – alive
Siblings – brother– alive
History: Missy was born into a blood-legacy of insanity and love of violence. Her ancestors—the ones who were shipped off into this island in the first place, were herding breeds that had turned on the sheep that they were supposed to guard, move, and control. They took the force overboard and had killed the sheep before becoming family pets and then, when the final disaster struck, they were, along with other dogs, sent to this island.
The herding breeds of this ancestry were mingled with others, some had their sanity restored through breeding into the other dogs, but some, like Missy's mother, were throwbacks to those days and she passed this genetic quirk to her offspring. The taste of blood, the feel of ripping flesh, the violence underneath the skin, just waiting to burst out, all of her children suffer this, but Missy feels it intensely. She's a quiet, standoffish dog and always had been. Her brothers and sister had all found a way to understand the way that they were supposed to contain it. Latch especially could pull of the charismatic and charming dog. Missy simply can't.
She grew up in their little gypsy pack jealous of how easily appearing normal came to him while she grew more and more alien. They still loved each other and have a lot alike—sharing a bond only siblings could share, but when their pack got overtaken, she went crazy and took down a few of the pack members. Given a choice between Omega and exile, she chose to leave. Apparently, Appalachian, her brother, found himself the Alpha of a pack and she couldn't be more proud (or more jealous).
Missy herself became a scout for Mirembe, half to keep her mind occupied, and half to try to hide when she does lose herself again.
Name: Tennessee (Tenner for short)
Age: adult
Gender: male
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Species: Common Raven
Eye color: Black
Plumage: Black
Length: 18 inches
Weight: a pound or so
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