Post by cursico on Jun 16, 2009 17:16:27 GMT -5
AGE:2 Years Old.
GENDER:Male
IMAGE:
APPEARANCE: Cursico is an Alaskan Malamute, though his fur is darker than the usual shade, and he is not as muscular as his breed usually is. His fur ranges from dark brown to creamy white. As usual on animals his darker colours are predominantly on his back, and the lighter colours on his underside.
Cursico's best feature would be his tail, while the rest of his body has medium length fur, his tail is very fluffy and often curled up over his back. The fur on the back of his tail is dark brown, and then fades to grey further around before going white at the very back.
His claws are slightly overgrown, although he tries his best to keep them down. His claws are strong, certainly above average and they're almost see-through.
Under two white spots on his eyebrows are his chocolate-brown eyes. His muzzle is mostly white, with the white patch spreading up to his eyes almost like a grin, so Cursico nearly always looks like he's grinning.
PERSONALITY: Cursico is one hyper-active young dog. He can barely stand sitting still and much loves to run around like a maniac. He loves to explore as well, new places are like chocolate to him.
He's slightly paranoid, but does his best to be friendly. As a friend Cursico is loyal and trustable, and as an enemy he's not much to worry about as he'd rather spend his time around people he likes (And quite frankly he's a wuss when it comes to fighting).
As a male in his prime, Cursico is a failure. Not only does he not understand the concepts of sex, but he seems to manage to get into a brotherly relationship with women, not that he could want it any other way. He enjoys being a clutz, it makes life more interesting.
RP SAMPLE: Cursico sniffed the ground without that much interest. Same old dirt, same old smell. Growling deep in his throat, Cursico leapt on the patch of earth and set about spraying it in all directions. Pretty soon he had a nice little hole, but was still bored.
In a sudden impulse, he was sprinting across the ground, weaving erratically between the trees. "ArooRooRoo!" He yelled, leaping over nothing and landing at full-sprint. Gotta get somewhere fresh and new. He thought with grim determination right before whacking right into an old gnarled oak.
Laughter broke out behind him. Feeling hurt and embarassed, Cursico whipped around to see whoever had been so cruel as to laugh at him when he could have been in pain from such an impact. Even without blood coming out his head was throbbing grimly like his brain wanted to burst out.
GENDER:Male
IMAGE:
APPEARANCE: Cursico is an Alaskan Malamute, though his fur is darker than the usual shade, and he is not as muscular as his breed usually is. His fur ranges from dark brown to creamy white. As usual on animals his darker colours are predominantly on his back, and the lighter colours on his underside.
Cursico's best feature would be his tail, while the rest of his body has medium length fur, his tail is very fluffy and often curled up over his back. The fur on the back of his tail is dark brown, and then fades to grey further around before going white at the very back.
His claws are slightly overgrown, although he tries his best to keep them down. His claws are strong, certainly above average and they're almost see-through.
Under two white spots on his eyebrows are his chocolate-brown eyes. His muzzle is mostly white, with the white patch spreading up to his eyes almost like a grin, so Cursico nearly always looks like he's grinning.
PERSONALITY: Cursico is one hyper-active young dog. He can barely stand sitting still and much loves to run around like a maniac. He loves to explore as well, new places are like chocolate to him.
He's slightly paranoid, but does his best to be friendly. As a friend Cursico is loyal and trustable, and as an enemy he's not much to worry about as he'd rather spend his time around people he likes (And quite frankly he's a wuss when it comes to fighting).
As a male in his prime, Cursico is a failure. Not only does he not understand the concepts of sex, but he seems to manage to get into a brotherly relationship with women, not that he could want it any other way. He enjoys being a clutz, it makes life more interesting.
RP SAMPLE: Cursico sniffed the ground without that much interest. Same old dirt, same old smell. Growling deep in his throat, Cursico leapt on the patch of earth and set about spraying it in all directions. Pretty soon he had a nice little hole, but was still bored.
In a sudden impulse, he was sprinting across the ground, weaving erratically between the trees. "ArooRooRoo!" He yelled, leaping over nothing and landing at full-sprint. Gotta get somewhere fresh and new. He thought with grim determination right before whacking right into an old gnarled oak.
Laughter broke out behind him. Feeling hurt and embarassed, Cursico whipped around to see whoever had been so cruel as to laugh at him when he could have been in pain from such an impact. Even without blood coming out his head was throbbing grimly like his brain wanted to burst out.