*In-game username - nyanpuppeh
Roleplay example -
Moonlight washed the cool city streets in a silver-blue glow. The soft sound of drizzling rain hummed against the decaying sidewalks and buildings. All was silent except for the sound of trotting paws splashing quietly in the puddles. The night was a bright one, but the dog did not know. All he could see was black. All black. His breath was quiet and quick, coming out in shallow gasps, visible against the cold air. He'd been running for hours. He was tracking someone. Rather, something. The scent led him here, to the city across the river. Yes, he was here. Flight could smell his foul stench. He stopped suddenly as the smell of fresh food called him forward. He slipped into the alley behind the bakery, climbing a few tin trashcans, following the scent to a windowsill. There, just hanging, was a rather soggy string of sausages. Flight wondered why it hadn't been picked up by some other carnivore, but he figured in all this rain no average dog could pick up the faint trace. He ate hastily, not knowing when his next meal would be. Silently, he slipped back into the rain. He took in a deep breath. His head turned to a crushed overpass. He found shelter among the rubble, and decided he should stop for the night. His paws aches and his pads were nearly bleeding. He picked them carefully, cleaning out any grime picked up from the city's filth. He curled up, heaving a heavy sigh. Flight thought that this must definitely be the place he was looking for, just as he was covered by the thick blanket of sleep.
Your character's:
*Name - Flight*
Age - Nearly 2 (dog years)
Gender - M
Personality - Flight is sarcastic and intelligent. More so than many of his elders. He has seen things no other wolf has, heard truths whispered by the trees that only a blind dog could hear. He sees and understands the world differently from others. It honestly seems as though his disability puts him five steps ahead of anyone else. While his humor is amusing, and he has no filter when it comes to speaking of things just the way they are, Flight does tend to get a bit cocky. Of course, however intelligent he may be, he's hardly two years old. He also has a tendency to do things without thinking ahead. Then, he doesn't really care. The only thing he sees that is worth living for is avenging his family, thus bringing out his darker side.
History - Flight grew in a world without man in an abandoned city resembling London. Many strays and small packs drifted in and out. He was born under a dumpster in a dark alley. He lived with his mother Aswver, his two sisters Den and Kaider, and his brother, Archer. One late night, a strange wolf-like dog came into their territory. He was huge, and immensely strong. He smelled of death and madness. He had asked Aswver for directions, when he suddenly attacked her, killing her. He knocked Flight to the side, and Flight hit his head, knocking him out. When he woke, his brain had been damaged in such a way that his sight was gone forever. He found the strewn remains of his mother and sisters. Archer was gone. Flight stumbled off into a nearby forest, not knowing he was considered a loner. After a year, his senses are sharp. It's as though he can see even better than before. He is now looking for a pack.
Appearance: A Border Collie mix, Flight's fur is completely white, with black markings that resemble those of a Border Collie. His left ear tends to droop down when he's relaxed. One half of his face is marked, the other is not. The side that is not has three distinct, black patches under it. Above the hind leg markings are more of these patches. The pads of his paws are a dark brown-orange. His eyes are dull and grey, with no signs of pupils, irises, etc. He cannot see anything out of either eye.
Family - Archer / elder brother
Breed - Border Collie mix
Something else - OOC: I love the idea, and I can't wait to join.
