Post by silentwhitewolf on Jan 18, 2016 14:18:26 GMT -7
Name:
Albion Tufan (Meaning: Storm on the white cliffs)
Age: 2 years and 3 months
Gender: Male
Eye color: Pale yellow
Species/breed: Swiss shepherd dog mix (Swiss shepherd and Weimaraner)
Allegiance: Lawful neutral (Is more likely to save your life and walk away than the whole "happily ever after" stuff)
Coat Colors: Predominantly snow white fur, with the exeption of black ear and tail tips, his pawpads bear a strong rosy color, almost resembling light red, he has a snow nose, with a predominantly dark grey nose with a single pinkish "stripe" in the middle.
Physical Build: Albion bears short, yet extremely fluffy fur, which, along with his long legs, makes him seem bigger than other dogs, sometimes tricking them in believing he's a "wolf". Although his looks may be decieving at first sight, Albi has a very slim and somewhat girly frame, that only shows when his fur is groomed, smoothed down or wet. Although there's nothing wrong with his ears, he tends to keep them lowered/floppy when not threatened (he finds it more comfortable than leaving them up all the time).
Picture:
Sorry it's small... Here's a bigger version: fav.me/d9otqmy
Personality: Albion isn't really social, prefering to observe others interact instead of interacting, but, when he's forced into a social situation, he acts and talks extremely politely, to the point of bowing down. Thanks to his natural instinct of herding and protecting livestock, he tends to be very nurturing towards younger and/or defenseless creatures. Although he's generally a kind, polite and basically a goody-two-shoes, he won't hesitate to tackle anyone that poses a threat to him or someone else, thanks to his almost instinctual sense of justice. Albion is very sensitive, as in, he apologizes everytime he steps on a flower or hunts down a squirrel and prefers a relaxing afternoon observing clouds or a swim on crystal clear water, filled with fishes to keep him company than the "thrill of the chase" or the "adrenaline of a battle". Although he has good intentions, Albi is extremely gullible and can be tricked in believing anything.
History:
Albion was born as the second largest pup in the litter, being the proud son of the great Aedus and the graceful Lynna, two of his siblings were killed shortly after being born, thanks to postpartum depression, luckily his father Aedus stopped her before she could kill all the pups.
As they grew up, his parents ended up picking their favorites, Aedus doted on Albi's brother Galvarion thanks to his broad shoulders and defined features, Albion's mother however, wasn't interested in raising a murder-machine, so she doted on Albion, thanks to his calmer nature.
Galvarion was trained to hunt ever since he was born, and with time, he got a liking to it, he turned cold and unfazed by death, sometimes, even enjoying watching birds squirm and squeal before delivering the final blow, Albion on the other hand, grew to be pampered, never even considering hurting another creature without the intend to eat them, his mother taught him how to see things the other way, he was to the point of teaching basic poetry and high ettiquete. When Albion turned 1 years old, Albi learned how to swim, this ability was encouraged, since he would be able to fish for himself one day.
Shortly after they turned 2 years old, their parents told them that "It was about time for the little birds to leave their nest" and with a loving nuzzle to the cheek, they left home, in search for a mate to guarantee that their genes would pass on, but Albi had other plans, he was never that interested in falling in love, in fact he found the concept rather boring, as soon as he left the "nest" he went on an adventure to meet new dogs, bring justice to this world and maybe even meet "the special one".
Sample Post:
Albion gracefully trotted through one of nature's many natural paths, observing the wildlife run free through the rocks and bushes filled him with an unexplainable joy, a smooth crinkling noise startled his lazy ears, making them point upwards almost instantly, a familiar scent filled his sensitive bicolor nose, the sweet scent of fresh mud! "Where there's mud, there's water!" he pondered for a moment as he dashed towards the lovely sound, as he arrived to the source of the natural lullaby, he almost instantly leaped in, splashing the fresh and warm water in different directions, Albion swam deeper and realized that he was surrounded by a pack of salmon passing by, their vibrant, blood-red scales contrasting against his snow-white fur, they seemed to be curious around the long-legged dog, swimming around him, almost like soe kind of dance, although he was entranced by the almost hypnotising ballet of the salmons, he soon had to surface to catch air and started to float, letting himself be carried by the smooth current, although he was floating aimlessly, it felt so nice, Albi smiled and started to paddle towards shore, with a large, joyous grin on his face.
Albion Tufan (Meaning: Storm on the white cliffs)
Age: 2 years and 3 months
Gender: Male
Eye color: Pale yellow
Species/breed: Swiss shepherd dog mix (Swiss shepherd and Weimaraner)
Allegiance: Lawful neutral (Is more likely to save your life and walk away than the whole "happily ever after" stuff)
Coat Colors: Predominantly snow white fur, with the exeption of black ear and tail tips, his pawpads bear a strong rosy color, almost resembling light red, he has a snow nose, with a predominantly dark grey nose with a single pinkish "stripe" in the middle.
Physical Build: Albion bears short, yet extremely fluffy fur, which, along with his long legs, makes him seem bigger than other dogs, sometimes tricking them in believing he's a "wolf". Although his looks may be decieving at first sight, Albi has a very slim and somewhat girly frame, that only shows when his fur is groomed, smoothed down or wet. Although there's nothing wrong with his ears, he tends to keep them lowered/floppy when not threatened (he finds it more comfortable than leaving them up all the time).
Picture:
Sorry it's small... Here's a bigger version: fav.me/d9otqmy
Personality: Albion isn't really social, prefering to observe others interact instead of interacting, but, when he's forced into a social situation, he acts and talks extremely politely, to the point of bowing down. Thanks to his natural instinct of herding and protecting livestock, he tends to be very nurturing towards younger and/or defenseless creatures. Although he's generally a kind, polite and basically a goody-two-shoes, he won't hesitate to tackle anyone that poses a threat to him or someone else, thanks to his almost instinctual sense of justice. Albion is very sensitive, as in, he apologizes everytime he steps on a flower or hunts down a squirrel and prefers a relaxing afternoon observing clouds or a swim on crystal clear water, filled with fishes to keep him company than the "thrill of the chase" or the "adrenaline of a battle". Although he has good intentions, Albi is extremely gullible and can be tricked in believing anything.
History:
Albion was born as the second largest pup in the litter, being the proud son of the great Aedus and the graceful Lynna, two of his siblings were killed shortly after being born, thanks to postpartum depression, luckily his father Aedus stopped her before she could kill all the pups.
As they grew up, his parents ended up picking their favorites, Aedus doted on Albi's brother Galvarion thanks to his broad shoulders and defined features, Albion's mother however, wasn't interested in raising a murder-machine, so she doted on Albion, thanks to his calmer nature.
Galvarion was trained to hunt ever since he was born, and with time, he got a liking to it, he turned cold and unfazed by death, sometimes, even enjoying watching birds squirm and squeal before delivering the final blow, Albion on the other hand, grew to be pampered, never even considering hurting another creature without the intend to eat them, his mother taught him how to see things the other way, he was to the point of teaching basic poetry and high ettiquete. When Albion turned 1 years old, Albi learned how to swim, this ability was encouraged, since he would be able to fish for himself one day.
Shortly after they turned 2 years old, their parents told them that "It was about time for the little birds to leave their nest" and with a loving nuzzle to the cheek, they left home, in search for a mate to guarantee that their genes would pass on, but Albi had other plans, he was never that interested in falling in love, in fact he found the concept rather boring, as soon as he left the "nest" he went on an adventure to meet new dogs, bring justice to this world and maybe even meet "the special one".
Sample Post:
Albion gracefully trotted through one of nature's many natural paths, observing the wildlife run free through the rocks and bushes filled him with an unexplainable joy, a smooth crinkling noise startled his lazy ears, making them point upwards almost instantly, a familiar scent filled his sensitive bicolor nose, the sweet scent of fresh mud! "Where there's mud, there's water!" he pondered for a moment as he dashed towards the lovely sound, as he arrived to the source of the natural lullaby, he almost instantly leaped in, splashing the fresh and warm water in different directions, Albion swam deeper and realized that he was surrounded by a pack of salmon passing by, their vibrant, blood-red scales contrasting against his snow-white fur, they seemed to be curious around the long-legged dog, swimming around him, almost like soe kind of dance, although he was entranced by the almost hypnotising ballet of the salmons, he soon had to surface to catch air and started to float, letting himself be carried by the smooth current, although he was floating aimlessly, it felt so nice, Albi smiled and started to paddle towards shore, with a large, joyous grin on his face.
