Post by jukka on Aug 25, 2006 16:16:15 GMT -5
x.Name.x
Synyster
x.Nickname.x
Syn - Everyone calls him Syn. No matter what.
x.Gender.x
Male
x.Breed.x
Finnish Reindeer Herder
x.Age.x
Two Years
x.Pack.x
None at the moment - he just likes to wander alone.
x.Personality.x
To put it nicely Syn is a pregnant dog. Yes, a pregnant dog. He has a temper that's as thin as a piece of paper. And once you get on his bad side you're pretty much screwed. He tends to snap very easily, and he gets ticked off at the smallest things. Also, Syn tends to be a smart-ass and he always makes smart remarks about everything. He has a very sharp tongue and doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut sometimes. He always has to have the last word on something as well, and this pisses other dogs off alot because he gets pretty heated in arguments, and once he's on a roll he won't stop screaming and yelling. But, there is a good side to this brute. Surprising, yes, but it's there. Deep down, Syn just wants to be accepted by others. He portrays this angry image because he doesn't want others to do this to him. He'd rather bring others down than have others bring him down.
x.History.x
Syn's mother was a stray and she lived in a little town outside Boston. She chose to have her pups in this place because it was far away from humans, and other dogs. Or so she though. Little did she know that she had wandered into a meadow that belonged to a small band of strays. The band of dogs watched her from afar, and studied her movements. This small pack was not accepting towards others and they were waiting for the perfect time to strike.
His mother gave brith to three pups soon after her arrival. Syn was the last born of the three, and the runt. He was the one who was supposed to die. He was the one that didn't matter. About four weeks after their birth, their mother went out to hunt for some food. And the pups stayed back in their little area of the meadow with the tall grass to hide them. Syn was sleeping in the tall grass, away from his two sisters who were playing and making so much noise that the whole area couls hear them. There was some commotion in the grass nearby and Syn, who was half-asleep thought it was just his sisters playing still, boy was he wrong. The band of strays had come to drive them off.
They slaughtered his sisters right before his sleepy eyes, and Syn watched in horror. He didn't dare go out and show himself, he didn't howl for his mother so she could come running and save him. He just sat there and watched. His mother came back at that time as well, to see her daughters dead and covered with blood and her son nowhere to be found. She didn't even see the pack coming. They killed her as well, just as fierce as they had done to the pups. Slitting her throat and leaving her there to die.
After the pack had left, Syn ran. He didn't look back, he just took off running into the city. His mind was set on one thing: Go far away and don't ever look back. So he came here. To hopefully start a new life all over again. For his first year and a half he found himself a little pack of dogs, only three in numbers, and settled with them. They raised him, or well brought him up, Syn insisted that no one 'raised' him like a pup. He could make it on his own, and that's just what he did. And when he was a year and a half he left the pack, they were sad to see him go. But it was time for him to move on. So much for being the pup who was a nothing and meant to die.
x.Pictures.x
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