Post by Raowolf on Sept 26, 2010 10:03:46 GMT -5
Name: Sheer Rockface
Nickname: Sheer, SlipWord
Date of Birth: 5/5/05
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Breed: Greyhound
Mutation/Power: None
Personality: Unlike his(surviving) sister, Sheer is more like his mother in the Intelligence Department, choosing his words carefully and with great consideration to the consequences. Also, he is serious and does not approve of messing around in 'Fun'. He is, however, not entirely like her. For instance, Sheer would rather defend others with tooth and claw rather than a slippery tongue, although in his racing days he would often talk his way out of getting beaten up by the other Greyhounds which earned him the title of 'SlipWord' for his ability to slip out of tight situations. He can hold moods for a very long time, making him unpleasant to travel with, and he still feels sad for the death of his brother, who he saw being shot(see History).
Body Description: Like his father, Sheer Rockface is a fully blue greyhound, with near-perfect muscling and Toning, all of his body in the right place. He appears handsome at times, with unusually few scars for a dog of his trade; just a small blemish on his side, a long cut on a back leg, and one inbetween his eyes that looks just like a marking. His muscles aren't too large. Legs are long; he is average greyhound height.
History: Sheer remembers being taken from his mother a little clearer than perhaps most can, and the memories of men and rough hands and yelps and howls, and watching his mum and one sister stay behind, and the other sister get taken off, and then his brother and finally him being taken away still makes his heart heavy.
He had 3 owners in his time; the first, that bought him from his Mother, was a small family taking pity on a dog they knew would be beaten and raced and probably killed. He fitted in perfectly. But 2 teenage boys saw him running and, wanting the quick money for selling someone a racing greyhound, recognised his heritage with little research. So they called him one frosty morning while he was running for joy, and, mistaken, he ran to them. They slipped on a collar, strapped on a lead, and stole him away with the coming dew. He was sold within the day and put straight to the breaking without a second thought from his new, cruder owner, who was in fact the brother of the man that had taken Sheer's brother! But it wasn't a good coincidence.
For the Brother dogs were forced to race eachother, and Sheer lost his playful puppyhood as a pet in misery, until the 2 small children, and the mother, and the father and all that had been good was nothing but a dream. A wonderful dream that made the real world seem so much worse.
Although, as the life of a racing Greyhound goes, his wasn't too bad. He was never beaten too badly, and food came regular and nutritious, and all seemed good. But it wasn't all fine and dandy, for as he reached his prime - champion, victorious, brilliant and sought-after by every money-maker out there, his brother did also. They were the Prime two, the brilliant ones, the amazing dogs and no-one knew they were related. Then they were in the championship race together. They ran, his brother was winning, and, overcome by sudden selfishness, Sheer Rockface bit the Tendons of his own twin's legs, making him fall and be trampled under the other dog's pounding paws. He had done more than just win the race, though, for his Brother did not get up after; he had broken both back legs and would never walk properly again - let alone run and win.
So, before his very eyes, Sheer watched his Brother be taken to the side and receive a Bolt Shot, right through the head. Bam.
That was the last straw for Sheer. Desperate, mortified, and over-run by terrible guilt of what he had done he ran, faster than he ever had before, faster even than in that deadly race, away. Away from his calling master, away from the track, away from his brother's still body, away, away, away.
He turned up in Diamond Ridge about a year later and met up with his sister, Blackwater.
Picture: webspace.webring.com/people/og/greyhoundmom/graphics/topaz2.jpg (can't be bothered to upload onto PhotoBucket =P)
Nickname: Sheer, SlipWord
Date of Birth: 5/5/05
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Breed: Greyhound
Mutation/Power: None
Personality: Unlike his(surviving) sister, Sheer is more like his mother in the Intelligence Department, choosing his words carefully and with great consideration to the consequences. Also, he is serious and does not approve of messing around in 'Fun'. He is, however, not entirely like her. For instance, Sheer would rather defend others with tooth and claw rather than a slippery tongue, although in his racing days he would often talk his way out of getting beaten up by the other Greyhounds which earned him the title of 'SlipWord' for his ability to slip out of tight situations. He can hold moods for a very long time, making him unpleasant to travel with, and he still feels sad for the death of his brother, who he saw being shot(see History).
Body Description: Like his father, Sheer Rockface is a fully blue greyhound, with near-perfect muscling and Toning, all of his body in the right place. He appears handsome at times, with unusually few scars for a dog of his trade; just a small blemish on his side, a long cut on a back leg, and one inbetween his eyes that looks just like a marking. His muscles aren't too large. Legs are long; he is average greyhound height.
History: Sheer remembers being taken from his mother a little clearer than perhaps most can, and the memories of men and rough hands and yelps and howls, and watching his mum and one sister stay behind, and the other sister get taken off, and then his brother and finally him being taken away still makes his heart heavy.
He had 3 owners in his time; the first, that bought him from his Mother, was a small family taking pity on a dog they knew would be beaten and raced and probably killed. He fitted in perfectly. But 2 teenage boys saw him running and, wanting the quick money for selling someone a racing greyhound, recognised his heritage with little research. So they called him one frosty morning while he was running for joy, and, mistaken, he ran to them. They slipped on a collar, strapped on a lead, and stole him away with the coming dew. He was sold within the day and put straight to the breaking without a second thought from his new, cruder owner, who was in fact the brother of the man that had taken Sheer's brother! But it wasn't a good coincidence.
For the Brother dogs were forced to race eachother, and Sheer lost his playful puppyhood as a pet in misery, until the 2 small children, and the mother, and the father and all that had been good was nothing but a dream. A wonderful dream that made the real world seem so much worse.
Although, as the life of a racing Greyhound goes, his wasn't too bad. He was never beaten too badly, and food came regular and nutritious, and all seemed good. But it wasn't all fine and dandy, for as he reached his prime - champion, victorious, brilliant and sought-after by every money-maker out there, his brother did also. They were the Prime two, the brilliant ones, the amazing dogs and no-one knew they were related. Then they were in the championship race together. They ran, his brother was winning, and, overcome by sudden selfishness, Sheer Rockface bit the Tendons of his own twin's legs, making him fall and be trampled under the other dog's pounding paws. He had done more than just win the race, though, for his Brother did not get up after; he had broken both back legs and would never walk properly again - let alone run and win.
So, before his very eyes, Sheer watched his Brother be taken to the side and receive a Bolt Shot, right through the head. Bam.
That was the last straw for Sheer. Desperate, mortified, and over-run by terrible guilt of what he had done he ran, faster than he ever had before, faster even than in that deadly race, away. Away from his calling master, away from the track, away from his brother's still body, away, away, away.
He turned up in Diamond Ridge about a year later and met up with his sister, Blackwater.
Picture: webspace.webring.com/people/og/greyhoundmom/graphics/topaz2.jpg (can't be bothered to upload onto PhotoBucket =P)
