Post by globus on May 13, 2013 21:23:02 GMT -5
ARGENTUM!
argen is joining us from russia. this four year old is going to celebrate his next birthday on january thirteenth. she/he's usually very dog-like, talkative, protective and is really quite good at destroying things. their problem is with paying attention for long amounts of time. tsk tsk. welcome to MADNESS, hun.
full name: argentum
breed face: domesticated silver fox (siberian fox)
member group: house pet
age: four years
likes: harsh sunlight, his hallucinations, his world
dislikes: sleep, the cold, rotting meat
personality:argentum is a domesticated fox, meaning that he was bred to have the personality traits of a dog, making him the perfect pet. he is sweet, overly friendly, and easily gets carried away in his means of entertaining himself. he'll run around, chase his tail, and even chase the squirrels up a tree. he's there to entertain, to be a companion, and to just be an overall joy. however, this bubbly little fox who can melt away the stereotype of the sly, deceitful fox isn't all what he's cracked up to be.
from birth, it was obvious something wasn't right with argentum. he would stare intently at something that wasn't there, sometimes looking around as if something was moving in his line of vision. he would chase unknown and unseen objects, climb all over his owners' furniture while in his chase. he rarely slept a wink, only taking short, half hour to an hour naps before he was up and at 'em again. there are times when it's hard to break his attention from that which others cannot see.
argentum lives in two different worlds. while he can see what everyone else sees, there are times when his world and the real world mix. he'll see a tree in the middle of a street or an island floating among the clouds. there are other creatures, too, all of which he holds deep conversations with as if they were truly there. he becomes very defensive over these hallucinations that are all very real to him, despite that hardships they have caused him. while most of the hallucinations are relatively friendly, there are some which influence him the wrong way. a mere word from them could send this adorable ball of fur into a frenzy, attacking whoever they tell him to. if he decides to disobey them, self harm comes to the fox, though he claims it's another causing the harm. some would blame the chemical for this, but it predates the chemical. this is a matter of the mind, something that will not heal now that madness is taking over.
history:MOO.
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hello! my name is globus! and i'm excited to be here. i've been roleplaying for about four years now. other characters on this site that belong to me are n/a. my time zone is time zone. and that's all you need to know about me! oh, and this is what an average post for me looks like:
It had been an hour since he had last woken up, and he was ready to play. Literally, play. He needed entertainment and stat. This place was boring as it is, and the nurses normally didn't allow him to run around outside without a leash on because Lycaon knew he would make a mad dash towards freedom. He probably needed a shock collar and an invisible fence. At least then he could spend his seven hours of being awake out in the open. Fresh air was nice, but for now he would have to deal with being stuck inside.
Dark eyes stared at the assortment of toys, games, and other things that were meant to entertain the patients. While this may do for some, it didn't for him. All he saw was a chew toy here, a chew toy there, and a chew toy everywhere! All of which would be gone by the end of the day. He might as well start now before the nurses start to realize his destructive habits once more.
Taking a seat on the ground where a box of dominoes laid, unaware of their fate, he sat on his knees. His knees soon slid out to the side, causing him to sit more with his legs bent to either side rather than on them. Reaching forwards, the pup plucked up the box of dominoes, shaking it as he tried to figure out how to open the box. It took him a moment, but he finally figured out that there was a lid he had to pry off which was soon tossed to the side, discarded. He wouldn't be needing the lid, instead focusing on the contents that spilled out considering he had accidentally opened it upside down.
Tossing the last of the metal box over his shoulder, ignoring the clatter from behind him, he reached out to shuffle up the dominoes, only spreading them farther across the floor. The boy started out by actually trying to be constructive with the pieces, building up a misshapen tower that swayed from the poor supports. The final domino was not placed on top of the tower, instead being stuck inside the young wolf's mouth, the half with a red dot sticking out. What? He had his instincts, and you have yours. Don't judge. He soon found himself completely and utterly bored, raising a hand and striking the tower, watching with a grin as it collapsed, clattering against the ground.
Dark eyes stared at the assortment of toys, games, and other things that were meant to entertain the patients. While this may do for some, it didn't for him. All he saw was a chew toy here, a chew toy there, and a chew toy everywhere! All of which would be gone by the end of the day. He might as well start now before the nurses start to realize his destructive habits once more.
Taking a seat on the ground where a box of dominoes laid, unaware of their fate, he sat on his knees. His knees soon slid out to the side, causing him to sit more with his legs bent to either side rather than on them. Reaching forwards, the pup plucked up the box of dominoes, shaking it as he tried to figure out how to open the box. It took him a moment, but he finally figured out that there was a lid he had to pry off which was soon tossed to the side, discarded. He wouldn't be needing the lid, instead focusing on the contents that spilled out considering he had accidentally opened it upside down.
Tossing the last of the metal box over his shoulder, ignoring the clatter from behind him, he reached out to shuffle up the dominoes, only spreading them farther across the floor. The boy started out by actually trying to be constructive with the pieces, building up a misshapen tower that swayed from the poor supports. The final domino was not placed on top of the tower, instead being stuck inside the young wolf's mouth, the half with a red dot sticking out. What? He had his instincts, and you have yours. Don't judge. He soon found himself completely and utterly bored, raising a hand and striking the tower, watching with a grin as it collapsed, clattering against the ground.
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i'll have to send my thousand ninjas after you.
i'll have to send my thousand ninjas after you.