Post by Quirky Tea on Jul 15, 2014 16:26:36 GMT
About
a ghost trying to outrun the past that haunts him every night by collecting stories
Name: Elliot
Gender: Male
Age: 5 (deceased)
Date of Birth: April 9
Mate: none
Sexuality: Straight
Father:
Mother:
Siblings:
Offspring:
Appearance
Breed: Rough Collie x Greyhound mix
Type: Ghost
Height: 29 inches
Build: Lean
Coat: Fine, feathered
Ears: Tulip
Eye Color: Green
Nose Leather: Brown
Coat Color: Chocolate sable with white
Elliot has a svelte build, in accordance with his genetics. He’s lean and has a rather feminine face for a dog. His eyes are green with a hint of gold in it; the hue is a rich and deep one. Altogether it gives him a soulful expression. Most of his height comes from his legs. He has a graceful movement, more so in his death than his life. Ghostliness has left him weightless and able to move as he pleases without the clumsiness his build gave him when he was walking. He had always been a beautiful runner, however. His tail is carried rather low, with a slight curve, and is thin and long, hanging below his hocks, but is heavily and fully feathered. Type: Ghost
Height: 29 inches
Build: Lean
Coat: Fine, feathered
Ears: Tulip
Eye Color: Green
Nose Leather: Brown
Coat Color: Chocolate sable with white
His coat color is technically described as a chocolate sable with white. First of all he has a brown nose, eye-rims, and paw pads. He has darker ears, which fades into a widow’s peak on his crown. It goes down the sides of his head, coloring his feathers a cocoa brown against the tawny-gold of his face. The sable marking fades to almost nothing on his neck, but reappears as a large brown saddle on his back and shoulders. It fades to a burnt gold on his tail. His white markings are typical that of an Irish-spotted dog. He has a large blaze on his face, coloring his entire muzzle white and reaching up between his eyes and touching the tip of his widow’s peak. It follows down his throat, but doesn’t reach all the way around his neck. It goes down his chest and ends between his front legs. His front legs are marked with white socks that go past his wrists and end between his wrists and elbows. He has light feathering on his forelegs. His hind feet are marked so that just his feet are white. Finally, he has a large white tip to his tail.
Personality
Traits: Intelligent, Social, Confident, Storyteller, Actor, Damaged, Amnesiac, Deceptive, Manipulative, Guarded, Irresponsible
Likes: Sunlight, Good stories, Socializing, Telling stories
Dislikes: Nighttime, Confronting his past, Being a ghost, Bad stories
Quirks: Collects stories, Poltergeist-like happenings in the night
Skills: Acting, Story-telling, Lying, Breaking and Entering, Stealth, Assassination
At first glance, Elliot is an easy dog to befriend. He has charm, lots of it. He has a silver-tongue, able to convince the whiskers off a cat’s face. He has confidence and that’s all you need to make a good lie and a good story. However, friendship is rarely deeper than superficial. He is guarded. He tells himself that he’s so guarded because he has no past to share, but really, if he had full access to his memories, he wouldn’t share everything he’s done.Likes: Sunlight, Good stories, Socializing, Telling stories
Dislikes: Nighttime, Confronting his past, Being a ghost, Bad stories
Quirks: Collects stories, Poltergeist-like happenings in the night
Skills: Acting, Story-telling, Lying, Breaking and Entering, Stealth, Assassination
Although he can come across as nice, polite, and a gentleman, Elliot comes from a background where such things make him a dangerous dog. He’s a conman, with a special skill in becoming whomever he wants. He has knowledge on how to quickly and quietly kill a dog, with strange knowledge on poisons and different techniques to dispatch a dog. He knows how to enter a human house if he really wanted, how to unlock a gate. However, he doesn’t know that he knows these things. And, even if he did, he’d refuse to reflect on why and how he had come to acquire this knowledge. Truly, he sees himself as the hero in his own tale simply because, without prior knowledge otherwise, he'd prefer to be the hero.
The truth is that Elliot, without another dog telling him right from wrong, defaults to making his decisions based on what makes a good story. Elliot is fiercely loyal to whoever mans his moral compass, almost obedient to a fault and viewing every action as if he were an impassive narrator. This is mostly because, when it comes down to it, Elliot would prefer not to take claim to any responsibility whatsoever. He is a bit naive to think that whenever something goes poorly, that it's not his fault; and whenever it goes his way, he happily claims it as his doing. He's immature in that way, but mostly he won't admit to making any mistakes, going as far as, if given the opportunity, he'd rather act as someone's agent rather than his own dog. At least until he realizes it would make a much better story to rebel. It takes someone to shake him up to realize that. He turns a blind eye towards whatever seems even a little like owning up to a mistake.
It is the mistakes of his past that he keeps avoiding. He tries to avoid them. At night, a manifestation of this affects him. He is haunted by a past he can't remember and though he will claim to want to know of it, he refuses to remember it. It rebels against him in the night when he's a ghost. Lights flicker on and off. Cars start and alarms scream as he passes. Static comes over the phone for the human residences and he hallucinates voices calling him. Elliot hates the night time because of this and the worst part is the anxiety of whether or not this would be a safe night. Some nights, nothing happens, but he is left with waiting with fear all night for the hell to begin, only to find it never does.