Post by Squeak on Oct 16, 2011 13:17:51 GMT -6
Name: Squeak
Age: A little over 1½ years
Gender: M
Species: Dog, pure-bred Siberian Husky
Name of Pack/Pride/Clan/Flock/Group: Whatever the prominent canine pack is called
Rank: Loner, only loosely tied to the pack
Weight: 20kg
Height: 52cm
Description: White and tan Siberian Husky, with a streak of darker fur down his back. Squeak has pale blue eyes, and a smaller build than an average husky.
Picture:
History: Born in a puppy mill of one of the remaining major cities *(I don't know American geography; you tell me which one's the most likely ^^")* shortly before the main effect of the changes struck, Squeak was the runt of his litter. He was very clingy, always sticking as close to his mother as she could, and she, in turn, loved him slightly more than the rest of his siblings, even daring to hope that she may be able to keep the little pup, whom she nicknamed 'Squeak'.
Unfortunately, that was not to happen. Squeak's clingy nature made him unwilling to leave her, and he actually bit one of the owners when they tried to separate them. This achieved nothing save convincing the humans that he was dangerous and ought to be put down. So, barely even old enough to fend for himself, Squeak was pried away from his family and dragged off with a bunch of other 'defective' puppies to be killed.
Somehow, self-preservation instincts kicked in, and the pup managed to flee before his turn came, although the experience left him emotionally scarred and terrified of all humans. So, night found him wondering the city's streets, lost, scared and alone. It was pure chance that he stumbled across the canine pack, and got taken in by them. Time passed; situations changed, dislodging humans from their position on top; shaping Squeak into a tough, capable street dog under their leader's guidance, although the husky’s fear of humans has never diminished. After a year or so had passed, Squeak left the pack to make his own way in the world - although he still remains loosely affiliated with them -, and has gained something of a reputation in his own right.
Despite that it doesn't do much for his reputation, Squeak kept his name, as it's the last link he has to his mother.
Where do you live? Squeak makes his home in the remains of what used to be a park in an abandoned section of the city he was born in. It would appear odd, a creature who is so afraid of humans living – relatively – near to them, but so far, the husky still relies on their rubbish for his food.
Family/Friends/Enemies? Family – mother is deceased, has numerous siblings who he knows nothing of; Friends – left for RP; Enemies – the puppy-farmers who raise him, humans in general.
Are you speciesist toward different animals? – Only towards humans, who he is terrified of due to his past.
Personality: While he'd give all the impressions of being just a tough dog (in spite of his name) who has no trouble surviving on his own and with a sarcastic sense of humour, at heart, Squeak is still simply a lost puppy seeking affection and approval - and someone to love him. He is short tempered, and not afraid to stand up for himself among other animals, although he won't go near humans. Between his experiences and his temper, Squeak is not quick to form bonds or friendship with others, although to those he does consider friends, his loyalty is unquestionable.
(Extra info from my app on the last place I claimed him:
Likes: Living alone, receiving his pack-leader’s approval, swimming, night time
Dislikes: Humans, confined spaces, young pups (although he will tolerate them if necessary)
Fears: Humans in general, losing anyone he cares about, heights)
Sample Post:
Paws trod softly on the broken concrete as Squeak patrolled the teritorry surrounding the park he called his own. No sight nor sound of any humans - just the way he liked it. Convinced that no-one untoward had been around while he had been asleep, the husky once again gathered his courage and ventured towards the section of the city still inhabited by people. Having to come so close to the creatures he feared to find his food was still something Squeak loathed, however he had no choice. Rodents weren't his bowl of kibble and cats were painfully inedible, which left human rubbish as his only viable food source. Poking his muzzle around the corner to look down the alleyway behind a run-down restaurant, the canine satisfied himself that there were no humans about right now and - still keeping one eyes out for a sign that anyone was approaching - kicked the garbage can over with practiced ease and began rumaging through its contents.
Age: A little over 1½ years
Gender: M
Species: Dog, pure-bred Siberian Husky
Name of Pack/Pride/Clan/Flock/Group: Whatever the prominent canine pack is called
Rank: Loner, only loosely tied to the pack
Weight: 20kg
Height: 52cm
Description: White and tan Siberian Husky, with a streak of darker fur down his back. Squeak has pale blue eyes, and a smaller build than an average husky.
Picture:
History: Born in a puppy mill of one of the remaining major cities *(I don't know American geography; you tell me which one's the most likely ^^")* shortly before the main effect of the changes struck, Squeak was the runt of his litter. He was very clingy, always sticking as close to his mother as she could, and she, in turn, loved him slightly more than the rest of his siblings, even daring to hope that she may be able to keep the little pup, whom she nicknamed 'Squeak'.
Unfortunately, that was not to happen. Squeak's clingy nature made him unwilling to leave her, and he actually bit one of the owners when they tried to separate them. This achieved nothing save convincing the humans that he was dangerous and ought to be put down. So, barely even old enough to fend for himself, Squeak was pried away from his family and dragged off with a bunch of other 'defective' puppies to be killed.
Somehow, self-preservation instincts kicked in, and the pup managed to flee before his turn came, although the experience left him emotionally scarred and terrified of all humans. So, night found him wondering the city's streets, lost, scared and alone. It was pure chance that he stumbled across the canine pack, and got taken in by them. Time passed; situations changed, dislodging humans from their position on top; shaping Squeak into a tough, capable street dog under their leader's guidance, although the husky’s fear of humans has never diminished. After a year or so had passed, Squeak left the pack to make his own way in the world - although he still remains loosely affiliated with them -, and has gained something of a reputation in his own right.
Despite that it doesn't do much for his reputation, Squeak kept his name, as it's the last link he has to his mother.
Where do you live? Squeak makes his home in the remains of what used to be a park in an abandoned section of the city he was born in. It would appear odd, a creature who is so afraid of humans living – relatively – near to them, but so far, the husky still relies on their rubbish for his food.
Family/Friends/Enemies? Family – mother is deceased, has numerous siblings who he knows nothing of; Friends – left for RP; Enemies – the puppy-farmers who raise him, humans in general.
Are you speciesist toward different animals? – Only towards humans, who he is terrified of due to his past.
Personality: While he'd give all the impressions of being just a tough dog (in spite of his name) who has no trouble surviving on his own and with a sarcastic sense of humour, at heart, Squeak is still simply a lost puppy seeking affection and approval - and someone to love him. He is short tempered, and not afraid to stand up for himself among other animals, although he won't go near humans. Between his experiences and his temper, Squeak is not quick to form bonds or friendship with others, although to those he does consider friends, his loyalty is unquestionable.
(Extra info from my app on the last place I claimed him:
Likes: Living alone, receiving his pack-leader’s approval, swimming, night time
Dislikes: Humans, confined spaces, young pups (although he will tolerate them if necessary)
Fears: Humans in general, losing anyone he cares about, heights)
Sample Post:
Paws trod softly on the broken concrete as Squeak patrolled the teritorry surrounding the park he called his own. No sight nor sound of any humans - just the way he liked it. Convinced that no-one untoward had been around while he had been asleep, the husky once again gathered his courage and ventured towards the section of the city still inhabited by people. Having to come so close to the creatures he feared to find his food was still something Squeak loathed, however he had no choice. Rodents weren't his bowl of kibble and cats were painfully inedible, which left human rubbish as his only viable food source. Poking his muzzle around the corner to look down the alleyway behind a run-down restaurant, the canine satisfied himself that there were no humans about right now and - still keeping one eyes out for a sign that anyone was approaching - kicked the garbage can over with practiced ease and began rumaging through its contents.
