Post by Kiona on Aug 29, 2011 21:02:26 GMT -5
Name: Jewel
Age: 14 human years
Basic Appearance: The standard black and white coloration of dalmatians, though her special marking is a necklace like patter around her neck, an almost diamond shape on her chest. She sprinkled with a few spots on her shoulders, back, and ears. She doesn't have excessive spots either.
Film: 101 Dalmatians
Photo:
Personality: Jewel has a bit of an attitude, and can be stubborn and hot headed at times. She's not afraid to sink down to someone else's level to get them to quiet their crap. At times she'll be the angel of the bunch, listening to mommy and daddy and her older siblings. Other times she'll go for a bipolar twist and pretend to be the rebel. She's capable of being the princess as well as the dog. She can be awfully sweet at times though, her mother's personality shining through.
History: Born to Pongo and Perdita, the fae dearly loved her siblings. Though in the adventures of her older siblings she decided to stay out of it, remaining at the farm with the group of dalmatians that were not her blood. She shared little with her family though sometimes she'd look to older sister Two Tone as a role model, admiring her individuality. She continues to reside at the Radcliffe farm, chasing chickens and exploring the grounds. She hasn't been up to much because there never was much to do. But the little fae is getting the feeling that things are about to change, and that it's finally her turn to step out into the world.
Family: Perdita, Pong, Lucky, Wizzer, Rolly. Cadpig, Two-Tone, Freckles, etc.
Friends: Two-Tone, siblings, left to rp
Enemies: left to rp
Sample Post:
Jewel was wandering the farm, her head held high, her chest puffed out, showing off the spots around her neck and chest that were the cause of her name. She didn't care that she was mostly white, the uniqueness of her 'necklace' was enough to keep her exuberant. The black and white spotted fae crept over to the chicken coop, her adopted siblings already inside playing with the chickens. Following their lead she rushed in, barking and snapping at the feathery creatures.
"Oof! HE-EY! Watch it!" she snarled as she was knocked onto her side by one of her siblings. His sleek frame already rushing under the wire, as if fleeing. Jewel snarled again and her siblings turned to look at her. She pretended to be a blur, rushing under the fence (a few snags of fur getting caught in the chicken wire), and chased after him. By now she knew the pelt patters of her 98 other siblings, though it took her a while to find this particular brute. He was a ways ahead of her but she went after him, howling loudly. Dust kicked up behind her paws as she continued to pursue him, leaping, a little to earlier at the dal and only catching a paw on his hind legs. She scowled, but the male turned to her, an exasperated and angry look on his face, almost a mirror image of hers.
"WHAT?" he growled exasperatedly as Jewel took her time to rise to her paws, shaking the dirt off her pelt.
"You didn't say sorry." And her brother stared at her dumbfounded. All that for an apology? he seemed to be thinking. She kept her face stern as she continued to glare at him, waiting for her apology. A big jaw scooped her off the ground by her scruff, and Jewel twisted to see her mother's face. A sheepish grin spread on her maw and a faint blush heated her cheeks. "Hey mum..." she looked at her dangling toes with sudden interest. Her brother had a satisfied smirk on his face. Jewel looked towards him, a smile of her own on her face. One Perdita wouldn't be able to see. She was going to get her big brother back. He knew it, and he stuck out his tongue to her before dashing away to play once more.
Age: 14 human years
Basic Appearance: The standard black and white coloration of dalmatians, though her special marking is a necklace like patter around her neck, an almost diamond shape on her chest. She sprinkled with a few spots on her shoulders, back, and ears. She doesn't have excessive spots either.
Film: 101 Dalmatians
Photo:
Personality: Jewel has a bit of an attitude, and can be stubborn and hot headed at times. She's not afraid to sink down to someone else's level to get them to quiet their crap. At times she'll be the angel of the bunch, listening to mommy and daddy and her older siblings. Other times she'll go for a bipolar twist and pretend to be the rebel. She's capable of being the princess as well as the dog. She can be awfully sweet at times though, her mother's personality shining through.
History: Born to Pongo and Perdita, the fae dearly loved her siblings. Though in the adventures of her older siblings she decided to stay out of it, remaining at the farm with the group of dalmatians that were not her blood. She shared little with her family though sometimes she'd look to older sister Two Tone as a role model, admiring her individuality. She continues to reside at the Radcliffe farm, chasing chickens and exploring the grounds. She hasn't been up to much because there never was much to do. But the little fae is getting the feeling that things are about to change, and that it's finally her turn to step out into the world.
Family: Perdita, Pong, Lucky, Wizzer, Rolly. Cadpig, Two-Tone, Freckles, etc.
Friends: Two-Tone, siblings, left to rp
Enemies: left to rp
Sample Post:
Jewel was wandering the farm, her head held high, her chest puffed out, showing off the spots around her neck and chest that were the cause of her name. She didn't care that she was mostly white, the uniqueness of her 'necklace' was enough to keep her exuberant. The black and white spotted fae crept over to the chicken coop, her adopted siblings already inside playing with the chickens. Following their lead she rushed in, barking and snapping at the feathery creatures.
"Oof! HE-EY! Watch it!" she snarled as she was knocked onto her side by one of her siblings. His sleek frame already rushing under the wire, as if fleeing. Jewel snarled again and her siblings turned to look at her. She pretended to be a blur, rushing under the fence (a few snags of fur getting caught in the chicken wire), and chased after him. By now she knew the pelt patters of her 98 other siblings, though it took her a while to find this particular brute. He was a ways ahead of her but she went after him, howling loudly. Dust kicked up behind her paws as she continued to pursue him, leaping, a little to earlier at the dal and only catching a paw on his hind legs. She scowled, but the male turned to her, an exasperated and angry look on his face, almost a mirror image of hers.
"WHAT?" he growled exasperatedly as Jewel took her time to rise to her paws, shaking the dirt off her pelt.
"You didn't say sorry." And her brother stared at her dumbfounded. All that for an apology? he seemed to be thinking. She kept her face stern as she continued to glare at him, waiting for her apology. A big jaw scooped her off the ground by her scruff, and Jewel twisted to see her mother's face. A sheepish grin spread on her maw and a faint blush heated her cheeks. "Hey mum..." she looked at her dangling toes with sudden interest. Her brother had a satisfied smirk on his face. Jewel looked towards him, a smile of her own on her face. One Perdita wouldn't be able to see. She was going to get her big brother back. He knew it, and he stuck out his tongue to her before dashing away to play once more.
