Post by solisticeofwinter on Aug 8, 2008 15:20:55 GMT -5
Name: Raksha
Alias: Raka, Rak
Gender: Fae/Femme/Female
Journey Began: 1 year
Breed: Czech Wolf Dog
Life Style Currently Roaming as a Stray
When I am myself:
I am a bit of a neutral character, my temper is even and I am a normally level-headed fae. I can give my opinion, and I am highly opinionated. I'm not rude, but I can get snippy and aleky when someone pushes my temper. I am a quiet fae, though I do enjoy the great heat of a debate and the soothing comfort of a quiet conversation by a water source or meadow, which are my favorite places to wander. I am often misunderstood, because of my appearance as a wolf. But I am not a wolf. I am a dog. Dogs taunt and torture of my breed looks and it hurts my deep inside.
When I am Angry:
I can be a true bitch when I want to be. I can violent when I want. If you get me angry, you'll me the whip and lash of my tongue, or you'll feel my teeth clamped on your flesh, ripping in clean strips. I do not appreciate rude or disrespectful canines. I prefer a calm and collected dog, but all dogs are different. Some can pull a nerve, others can strike a friendship. Good luck on not making me go off
When I am Saddened:
I tend to recoil and find dark places to hide. I am an emotional wreck and when I am hurt or sad, i tend to disappear for days on end, hiding in shadows and refusing food. When I feel I am ready to recover from my emotions, I will come out. And if you hurt me, I'll hurt you.
When I am flirty&in love:
I am a fae who knows what a good time is, though most dogs stay away from me. My brutish appearance leaves me longing for a love of my own, but they only see the outside and it tears me up inside, and my heart breaks from the core to the outside. But, if you can love me, I shall devote myself to you if you'll have all of me and never a time with me to be forgotten.
When I am Happy:
(See above When I am Myself
Historic Remembrances
Place of Birth:
I was birthed in the old racing kennels of Nashuk's Exotic Dogs. Nashuk, an old Inuit man, bred and sold many fine dogs. Huskies of both varieties, Canadian Inuits, Malamutes, Czech Dogs, etc. He sold us to snow racers in the the North.
Past Home:
I used to live in the Canadian Wilderness, a sled dog for a young man and his father. We lived in a cabin in the great moutains, sometimes in a decorated house in Quebec on weekends. When the man's dear father died, the funeral was placed in his hometown of Harlow. But I was stolen from the young man and was locked away with a lot of dogs. They tormented me and taunted me. Called me a beastly pet. A wolf with no pride. I was taunted into an endless madness. Then I attacked the lot owner and fled that place of Hell.
Current Home:
None
Parents?
Inshua x Rakaha
Siblings?:
Sonar-male- (might be RPed one day...)
Other: Dear Raksha is looking for a mate on the inside, but on the outside she is just surviving like any other stray.
