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'Hawke likes grass between her toes'[/color]
User name: Lizzy
Character name: Artemis aka Art ((since wild dogs are called painted dogs
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Screenshot: ^^^above
Species: African wild dog
Gender: male
Age: not sure of an exact age but a teenager
Description: Your typical splotchy wild dog. His most distinguishing characteristics are his claws: front claws are light, back claws are black, and his eyes: he isn't 100% blind but when one looks at his eyes or at his face in conversation, you can tell he has problems seeing.
Personality: Art is understandably timid and careful but he is also very friendly and kind. He tries to be as optimistic as possible.
History: Artemis was his mother's favorite pup. She knew it wasn't the best way to think, but she thought it was nice to have one of her "babies" always around to take care of. His father on the other hand, felt Artemis was useless to the pack and paid little attention to him. Artemis was separated from his pack and his mother in the confusion when the humans destroyed the land. He managed to wander off to safety, still alone.
When Artemis felt it was safe to try and find his pack again, he used his keen sense of smell to find his way back. He would have used his ears, but it was so quiet...not a sound...Art did indeed find his pack-mother, father, brothers, sisters-all of them, but like the rest of the area, they were silent.
After some time of feeling like he may be the only animal alive, he started to notice more smells and sounds and wandered back to the area that he thought was destroyed in hopes of finding a new pack.
Mate/Offspring: none
Loner/Looking to join pride/pack?: looking to join
Your character is best at?(Optional): Could probably be taught to be a healer. Would be good with pups but since he has difficulty seeing, wouldn't be the best to watch them alone.
RP sample: Artemis lays low in the grass, occasionally crawling quietly on his belly to inch closer toward his prey. He couldn't see the animal but he knew it was close. He could hear it digging about in the dirt and munching on whatever it had caught. He could smell it and his mouth watered. Getting lunch was an accomplishment.
Closer
Closer
Closer
SNAP!
Artemis lay down, putting his head on the branch he just stepped on and sighing as he listened to his lunch bound off. He could no longer hear it...no longer smell it...it was gone...and his belly was still empty.
