Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 21, 2008 18:54:37 GMT -5
Name: Might not really have one. She has a thing for asking people she's going to be spending time around to 'name' her. Past that, she'll go by Shriker, Gytrash, Grimm, and a few other things along those lines.
Age: "Ancient." (Maybe somewhere in her seventies or eighties.)
Gender: Female, if you ask.
Race: A popular Black Dog of legend, or so she's firmly convinced.
Height: About 4' at the head.
Eye Color: A sort of dull, bronzey yellow.
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Long, thick, and coarse.
Clothing: None, usually.
Build: Massive, imposing, and bulky, with muscles like a workhorse. Her head and muzzle are huge and square, her shoulders are broad, and her paws are monstrous, tipped in strong, black claws. A long, fluffy sort of tail and triangular ears complete the picture.
Personality: Stated simply, she's an abrasive, blunt, devious thing. Quick to challenge everything, especially authority, she generally either doesn't know or doesn't care when to shut up or take things seriously, and mischeif makes her happy like nearly nothing else. Past all that, she has horribly..Macabre tendencies- Her sense of humor is more than a little disturbing, her view of death is more than a little too light, and her opinion on the ideal way to dispose of corpses more than a little..Disgusting. To top it off, she thrives on the effect these sort of things have on people.. At the same time, though, she has a strange fixation on 'loyalty', that ties in somewhat with her asking people to 'name' her, like a pet. Every so often, she might adopt a particular individual that catches her eye, to simultaneously badger and mooch off of, and-Often very subtly- 'Serve' them in whatever they might be working towards, a little help here, a little prod there, until she eventually grows bored with it.
History: Shriker will happily inform you that her mother was a 'decrepit old woman' in a 'decrepit old house full of mice.' It's easy enough to assume that an elderly woman didn't actually give birth to her..Rather, she picked up a puppy at a country crossroads, dubbed it 'Jessebell', took it home with her to keep her company, and spent quite a few more or less content years watching the dog grow and eat-or-bring-to-her all the mice she seemed to delight in catching. When the woman died, as Shriker tells it, she skipped off, and has been contentedly making peoples' lives hard ever since. (Her real theory on her parentage is that 'Black Dogs' don't have actual mothers..But, well. Her views on lineage are complicated and nonsensical enough to make anyone's head spin.) And, of course, she'll explain with a grin on her face that she was inevitably attracted to Cheshire by the multitude of beings she can socialize with and their less-than-docile tendancies..And the ready food source. The meaning behind that last one is-Usually and luckily- left up to interpretation.
Important Notes:
+Shriker thrives on fear. The more of it around, the bigger power boost she gets, and the more she'll readily create.
+Shriker's howl, when she lets loose with it, is magic-infused and can penetrate almost any substance near to her (Doors, walls, earplugs), and almost all beings will get the effect, though those extremely mentally gifted or further away get a lesser dose. The 'effect' being fear, of course. A wave of sheer terror, that typically lasts through the actual howl and a few minutes after before it fades away into nothing.
+She's been known to shapeshift, usually small things like a paw to fingers to manage doorknobs, or a sudden, disturbing deformity to give someone a start. She says that she can manage full-body shifts, too, but they apparently put her into a 'bad mood', and wear her out.
+Shriker can speak, of course, but her voice comes out sounding distinctly more male than female, very low, and breathy, like her words are coming out on half-barks and and sighs. It might be more accurate to say she 'whufs' them than says them.
psychosomatics.deviantart.com/art/Gytrash-98533387
Age: "Ancient." (Maybe somewhere in her seventies or eighties.)
Gender: Female, if you ask.
Race: A popular Black Dog of legend, or so she's firmly convinced.
Height: About 4' at the head.
Eye Color: A sort of dull, bronzey yellow.
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Long, thick, and coarse.
Clothing: None, usually.
Build: Massive, imposing, and bulky, with muscles like a workhorse. Her head and muzzle are huge and square, her shoulders are broad, and her paws are monstrous, tipped in strong, black claws. A long, fluffy sort of tail and triangular ears complete the picture.
Personality: Stated simply, she's an abrasive, blunt, devious thing. Quick to challenge everything, especially authority, she generally either doesn't know or doesn't care when to shut up or take things seriously, and mischeif makes her happy like nearly nothing else. Past all that, she has horribly..Macabre tendencies- Her sense of humor is more than a little disturbing, her view of death is more than a little too light, and her opinion on the ideal way to dispose of corpses more than a little..Disgusting. To top it off, she thrives on the effect these sort of things have on people.. At the same time, though, she has a strange fixation on 'loyalty', that ties in somewhat with her asking people to 'name' her, like a pet. Every so often, she might adopt a particular individual that catches her eye, to simultaneously badger and mooch off of, and-Often very subtly- 'Serve' them in whatever they might be working towards, a little help here, a little prod there, until she eventually grows bored with it.
History: Shriker will happily inform you that her mother was a 'decrepit old woman' in a 'decrepit old house full of mice.' It's easy enough to assume that an elderly woman didn't actually give birth to her..Rather, she picked up a puppy at a country crossroads, dubbed it 'Jessebell', took it home with her to keep her company, and spent quite a few more or less content years watching the dog grow and eat-or-bring-to-her all the mice she seemed to delight in catching. When the woman died, as Shriker tells it, she skipped off, and has been contentedly making peoples' lives hard ever since. (Her real theory on her parentage is that 'Black Dogs' don't have actual mothers..But, well. Her views on lineage are complicated and nonsensical enough to make anyone's head spin.) And, of course, she'll explain with a grin on her face that she was inevitably attracted to Cheshire by the multitude of beings she can socialize with and their less-than-docile tendancies..And the ready food source. The meaning behind that last one is-Usually and luckily- left up to interpretation.
Important Notes:
+Shriker thrives on fear. The more of it around, the bigger power boost she gets, and the more she'll readily create.
+Shriker's howl, when she lets loose with it, is magic-infused and can penetrate almost any substance near to her (Doors, walls, earplugs), and almost all beings will get the effect, though those extremely mentally gifted or further away get a lesser dose. The 'effect' being fear, of course. A wave of sheer terror, that typically lasts through the actual howl and a few minutes after before it fades away into nothing.
+She's been known to shapeshift, usually small things like a paw to fingers to manage doorknobs, or a sudden, disturbing deformity to give someone a start. She says that she can manage full-body shifts, too, but they apparently put her into a 'bad mood', and wear her out.
+Shriker can speak, of course, but her voice comes out sounding distinctly more male than female, very low, and breathy, like her words are coming out on half-barks and and sighs. It might be more accurate to say she 'whufs' them than says them.
psychosomatics.deviantart.com/art/Gytrash-98533387