Post by ashes on Nov 18, 2015 1:05:22 GMT
name ; everett. his picture set
age ; five.
orientation ; straight.
sex ; male.
gender ; male.
breed ; dalmatian.
appearance ; everett has a lean frame that's layered with muscle, but not bulky. he's slightly small for a large dog, but long legs make him appear taller than he actually is at right around 21 inches. his tail is thin and whip-like, his muzzle medium in length and meeting his skull with a sloping forehead. his eyes slant, slightly droopy, and glow a warm brown in his grayscale hide. his ears are thin, and taper into slight points where they flop off his head. his paws are round, toes slightly bent, and claws a mixture of clear and black.
white is the base of his coat, with a little more than a smattering of black. his spots are so large and frequent they blend into one another, and leave him mottled. his nose and ears are completely black, and a blend of spots surround his eyes. they're thick on his chest, belly, and rump; slightly sparser on his back. the hair is short but dense, fine hairs clumped together that leave him looking sleek and smooth. water nearly runs right off of him.
personality ; everett is a joyful soul, almost too optimistic for his own good. he's a classically friendly dog that really enjoys to smile. he couldn't really be mean even if he tried. truly tried. it would likely be an utter failure. he's easy going, and takes things in stride. what temper? everett has a world of patience, and would be friends with everyone if he could. but not all dogs are the same, and that's just unrealistic anyway. not everyone can get along with everyone.
he's also far too curious for his own good. ev is a natural born explorer, and is always itching so go somewhere new and see something novel, something fascinating and unique. meeting new dogs falls under this category. he has an interest in stories and will take anything he can get, nonfictional or otherwise. his curiosity can get him into some sticky situations, as well. he wants to be helpful, he wants to give advice. he's not old, but he's got enough life experience to offer some form of wisdom. he likes to be a mentor. but he also likes to be a shoulder, or an ear. of course, he can be a bit too nosy sometimes when he can't quite reign it in.
as cliche as it is, everett is fiercely loyal, and quick to trust too. not to say he's innocent, or ignorant, or gullible. he calls it a good judge of character, but really suspicion is just not something he carries. it's that optimistic streak in him. when dogs prove themselves worthy of his trust (which isn't hard) he'll display it openly and immediately. he's horribly honest, and betrayal is always the farthest from his mind. this dog couldn't lie to anyone with ill intent. he doesn't have the skill to recognize lies in others, though, and tends to take things as others say them. it could be said he has too much trust to spread, but no harm done yet.
ev is a social person, but he can't really be called socially ept, but not really the reverse either. he has his moments where he falls flat on his face, and others when he's as smooth as honey. and then there's those moments of just plain silliness. he can be a flirt, but not all the time. he's a compulsive klutz, never quite grew out of that post-puppy pre-adult phase. he's good-humored and outright playful. everett is obviously comfortable in his skin, and comfortable around others. he's not afraid to stand up for himself, but not afraid to back down. he usually prefers to avoid conflict if he can manage it and keep things chill.
all around he's a lovable dog that's hard to stay mad at, though others may have some frustrations with him. he's laid back, and likes others to be too. so, if someone's a bit uptight, he might poke and prod a little. he usually has the speed and stamina to get himself out of these things since fighting was never his forte. always up for a laugh, ev likes jokes, and pranks aren't out of his league. he can have trouble being serious, but with enough insistence he can get there eventually. but ev likes to dissolve static and loosen up the atmosphere. he likes a good time.
history ; everett's first and only owner was male, single, and outdoorsy. this last trait defined the dog's life from the first day he stepped foot in that home, or more stumbled. he was always a clumsy pup, and still manages to fall more than is probably normal. everett never walked. he went from rolling around, a chubby pup, to running full speed on stick legs. if there was something on the floor, anything, even if he wasn't anywhere near it to begin with, he'd usually manage to trip over it. getting stuck in things was also a favorite not-so-favorite past time. his owner would intentionally leave out boxes and tubing that everett just couldn't resist sticking his face in, and then would fail to retract himself back out. those made up the majority of his puppy pictures.
the moment he wouldn't inadvertently kill himself, everett was let outside into the big wide world to explore. and explore he did. every weekend they were hiking, or camping, or biking (everett ran), or swimming, or something that involved nature and lack of civilization. the first time everett saw a busy street he was scared out of his mind. the biggest things he'd ever seen were trees, and trees didn't move nearly that fast. trees didn't move at all. they would spend hours and hours wandering in the wilderness, either by themselves and with company. everett never lacked in dog friends who enjoyed the hikes as much as he did. he would always love those days with just his owner the most, though. whether they were hiking in the mountains, or just lazing on the couch. as long as he got scratches.
it didn't last. everett's owner fell ill relatively early, and ev would sit there by the glass of the quarantine unit where he could catch glimpses when someone bothered to bring him for a visit to the hospital. eventually even those rare chances stopped. everett was passed between family and friends for a while. some people he knew well, some vaguely, some not at all. it was just unrecognizable faces for a while, but none of them were his owner. at some point he realized his master had died, and some subconscious acceptance occurred, and everett did some mild grieving. the people he stayed with didn't take him out much. he most exercise he got was a short walk on a sidewalk or street. he longed for the wilderness again, and maybe he'd be able to feel his owner there as well.
the hot potato stopped, and there was no next person to go to, and everett was alone. there were no more scratches, or kisses, or belly rubs. the last person took him to the edge of the forest, took off his leash, took off his collar, and left. on one side was the city, on the other a row of trees. trees. everett couldn't remember the last time he'd seen trees. so he ran, and explored like he was a young pup again, pretending there was his owner trailing not far behind, and all everett had to do was bark so he would catch up.
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ugh i feel like i rambled. sorry i don't capitalize, it's habit for me now since my long-term rp has never minded, but i can do my best if you do since professors tend to like big letters every once and a while too. it just helps me write faster x3