Post by Masyn on Mar 1, 2017 19:47:29 GMT -6
OOC
Name: Evie
Years RPing: 84
Slot Used: Using non-wolf slot [won in 2015 posting contest as raffle prize]; previously used for Calantha
How You Found Us: wot in tarnation
General
Name: Masyn
Birthday: May 26, 2015
Gender: Male
Species: Belgian Tervuren [dog]
Physical
Height: 26 inches
Length: 34 inches
Weight: 75 lbs.
Coat Color: Mahogany & Black
Eye Color: Chocolate brown
Health Issues: None
Other Information: Stats for breed from here. I couldn't find length, so I used the average length from a wolf breed with similar stats (the Iranian)
Mental
Mental Stability: Insane/Unstable
History:
Masyn's story starts before his birth - before his conception, even. His parents, both Belgian Tervuren's owned by licensed breeders in the United States, were promising prospects, their pairing greatly anticipated and looked forward to due to the sire's prowess with Schutzhund work, and the mother's ideal physical qualities, along with a seemingly even temperament. The confirmation that the dam was pregnant was met with much excitement, and when at last she gave birth to six healthy pups – four girls and two boys – reservations were made swiftly. Masyn was to be the only pup kept by the breeders for their facility, though it was yet to be seen if he’d be promising enough for Schutzhund work, or if he’d later be sold at an older age as a pet if he was not.
Masyn did not know his siblings for terribly long; as soon as they were of age, they were shipped out to their new homes, leaving he, his mother, and his father. Likewise, he knew little of his father; the brute was the facilities’ prized male, often away to breed to other eligible females, or for competitions and work. The brute had sired many litters, and Masyn was nothing but another pup to him, ignored when the father was around.
And so Masyn was left to grow with only his mother, the dam named Estrella. Masyn and his littermates were her first, though according to the humans that owned them, she’d done exceedingly well with whelping and raising them. But the humans could not understand the unique language that the canines spoke, and so none of them could ever have known what Estrella was truly like in terms of her young ones. She was proud of them, she always told Masyn, so proud – but it was all too easy to shatter her soaring expectations when it came to Masyn.
From the beginning, he was soft, pliant, too easy for the female to mold. As he grew, every undesirable quality that he displayed before his mother, she ripped from him by any means necessary. Berating, belittling, scolding, picking. These were the things that Masyn knew. She would tear him down bit by bit, stripping him of everything that he was, forcing him to practice and display personality traits that she preferred. She told him what to do, how to behave – and he did it, wanting so badly to be the perfect son, wanting so badly for her to love him and praise him as she praised the other pups who’d been sent on to bigger and better things.
The humans had their expectations for him, as well. Under his mother’s command, Masyn was an ideal creature, excelling in his training, docile towards the humans outside of ‘work’ but focused and determined when he was meant to be. And all the while, the young male was broken down again and again mentally, molded and shaped by Estrella, until he was little more than a puppet to the proud and domineering female that he so desperately wanted to love him.
Nearly a year went by like this. Masyn was to be kept, it had been decided, used for work and breeding when the time came much like his father. But then, one cool morning, the hands of fate intervened. Masyn and Estrella, as well as the other dogs kept by the humans, were outside in the yard, where they were allowed to briefly mingle and play before starting the day. The human watching them became distracted by a business call, his gaze briefly flitting to the dogs from time to time. He did not see, then, the breech in one of the gates that surrounded the yard – a hole beneath the fence that had been dug just enough by one of the younger, rowdier members of the artificial “pack”.
But Estrella noticed it. She knew better, of course, but over the months she had become scornful of the humans. Having never been used for work, and rather kept for breeding, she was resentful, claiming that the strangely bald creatures did not appreciate her enough. It was only meant to teach them a lesson, in the beginning; but when she slipped for the yard and at last was spotted, the human male screaming to gain her attention, she rebelliously bolted directly into the street – and into the path of a car.
Her death caused conflicting emotions within Masyn – grief, fear, anger, relief, confusion. It swirled within him endlessly in the days that passed, causing him to be sullen and snappish, no longer the ideal dog that the humans thought he was shaping up to be. No longer did he have his mother, his puppet master, to command him at every turn. Time and time again the humans tried to discipline him, puzzled over his sudden change in behavior. But madness was taking root within Masyn, and the remote-controlled shock collar the humans one day snapped around his neck only furthered his anger and fear.
Finally, they grew tired of him, deciding to sell him at a considerably cheap price to whoever thought they could handle the dog. A facility in Europe purchased Masyn, knowing fully well what his temperament had deteriorated into, but certain that they could set the dog straight. And so it was that he was packed onto a plane, sent away from everything he had ever known, loved, and often times resented, bound for a new home.
But he never arrived. Somewhere off the coast of Africa, the plane began to suffer complications, and before the pilot could land at the nearest airport across the sea, the transport went down in a pile of screaming metal and smoke. Perhaps had the pilot not been flying low, the impact would have killed Masyn, ridding the world of his insanity. But instead he lived, and the waves washed him upon the shores of Anikira.
Personality:
Picture a puzzle, missing parts that are substituted with pieces from another box that do not belong, crudely jammed together to forcefully paint a warped, incomplete picture. This is an accurate representation of Masyn’s personality, of his very being, for most days are spent with the male wondering which parts of him are actually his, and which parts have been stripped, laid bare, and built back up into whatever traits his mother once desired. He often time reflects on this realization that he is half-mad, if not more, though he works hard to not allow this to display outwardly. He has perfected a cool, almost normal outward persona, though some days it is difficult for him to successfully hide behind the hard walls he’s built around himself, bleeding through the cracks. Inside he harbors a fierce, fiery temper that is rarely unleashed due to its tendency to let all of his emotions spiral into chaos, but on the occasions when Masyn cannot help it, his rage is like a tempest – violent and shattering.
It is hard for anyone who is familiar with Masyn, though he allows few if any to get truly close, to know what his true personality is. Due to the mental and emotional trauma inflicted upon him by his mother, his mind has been warped and shaped, and it is something that only serves to further his insanity, something that he puzzles over constantly, driving himself in agonizing mental circles. He does not experience emotions and feelings the way that others do, and because of this, it is difficult for Masyn to love – a trait that his mother fiercely tried to berate out of him. If one day Masyn does ever come to care deeply for someone, it will almost certainly be more of a dark obsession and a desire to fully possess them, to keep them near, rather than actual love – something that Masyn knows little to nothing about. One should also be aware that Masyn has a streak of sadism running through him - a desire to see others hurt physically as he hurts mentally, mild though it may be.
He is malicious and treacherous, and though his mind is not fully sane, it is sharp. He will do anything that it takes to further his own agenda, including lying, cheating, and stealing in the most deceptive, creative of ways. He has a silver, honeyed tongue that he expertly weaves lies with, often able to convince others that he is almost close to a normal dog with a capacity to experience regular emotions. Though the masks he dons on the outside are practiced, flawless, there is no amount of deception that will allow Masyn to lie to himself; he is always aware that he is a monster.
Image:
Name: Evie
Years RPing: 84
Slot Used: Using non-wolf slot [won in 2015 posting contest as raffle prize]; previously used for Calantha
How You Found Us: wot in tarnation
General
Name: Masyn
Birthday: May 26, 2015
Gender: Male
Species: Belgian Tervuren [dog]
Physical
Height: 26 inches
Length: 34 inches
Weight: 75 lbs.
Coat Color: Mahogany & Black
Eye Color: Chocolate brown
Health Issues: None
Other Information: Stats for breed from here. I couldn't find length, so I used the average length from a wolf breed with similar stats (the Iranian)
Mental
Mental Stability: Insane/Unstable
History:
Masyn's story starts before his birth - before his conception, even. His parents, both Belgian Tervuren's owned by licensed breeders in the United States, were promising prospects, their pairing greatly anticipated and looked forward to due to the sire's prowess with Schutzhund work, and the mother's ideal physical qualities, along with a seemingly even temperament. The confirmation that the dam was pregnant was met with much excitement, and when at last she gave birth to six healthy pups – four girls and two boys – reservations were made swiftly. Masyn was to be the only pup kept by the breeders for their facility, though it was yet to be seen if he’d be promising enough for Schutzhund work, or if he’d later be sold at an older age as a pet if he was not.
Masyn did not know his siblings for terribly long; as soon as they were of age, they were shipped out to their new homes, leaving he, his mother, and his father. Likewise, he knew little of his father; the brute was the facilities’ prized male, often away to breed to other eligible females, or for competitions and work. The brute had sired many litters, and Masyn was nothing but another pup to him, ignored when the father was around.
And so Masyn was left to grow with only his mother, the dam named Estrella. Masyn and his littermates were her first, though according to the humans that owned them, she’d done exceedingly well with whelping and raising them. But the humans could not understand the unique language that the canines spoke, and so none of them could ever have known what Estrella was truly like in terms of her young ones. She was proud of them, she always told Masyn, so proud – but it was all too easy to shatter her soaring expectations when it came to Masyn.
From the beginning, he was soft, pliant, too easy for the female to mold. As he grew, every undesirable quality that he displayed before his mother, she ripped from him by any means necessary. Berating, belittling, scolding, picking. These were the things that Masyn knew. She would tear him down bit by bit, stripping him of everything that he was, forcing him to practice and display personality traits that she preferred. She told him what to do, how to behave – and he did it, wanting so badly to be the perfect son, wanting so badly for her to love him and praise him as she praised the other pups who’d been sent on to bigger and better things.
The humans had their expectations for him, as well. Under his mother’s command, Masyn was an ideal creature, excelling in his training, docile towards the humans outside of ‘work’ but focused and determined when he was meant to be. And all the while, the young male was broken down again and again mentally, molded and shaped by Estrella, until he was little more than a puppet to the proud and domineering female that he so desperately wanted to love him.
Nearly a year went by like this. Masyn was to be kept, it had been decided, used for work and breeding when the time came much like his father. But then, one cool morning, the hands of fate intervened. Masyn and Estrella, as well as the other dogs kept by the humans, were outside in the yard, where they were allowed to briefly mingle and play before starting the day. The human watching them became distracted by a business call, his gaze briefly flitting to the dogs from time to time. He did not see, then, the breech in one of the gates that surrounded the yard – a hole beneath the fence that had been dug just enough by one of the younger, rowdier members of the artificial “pack”.
But Estrella noticed it. She knew better, of course, but over the months she had become scornful of the humans. Having never been used for work, and rather kept for breeding, she was resentful, claiming that the strangely bald creatures did not appreciate her enough. It was only meant to teach them a lesson, in the beginning; but when she slipped for the yard and at last was spotted, the human male screaming to gain her attention, she rebelliously bolted directly into the street – and into the path of a car.
Her death caused conflicting emotions within Masyn – grief, fear, anger, relief, confusion. It swirled within him endlessly in the days that passed, causing him to be sullen and snappish, no longer the ideal dog that the humans thought he was shaping up to be. No longer did he have his mother, his puppet master, to command him at every turn. Time and time again the humans tried to discipline him, puzzled over his sudden change in behavior. But madness was taking root within Masyn, and the remote-controlled shock collar the humans one day snapped around his neck only furthered his anger and fear.
Finally, they grew tired of him, deciding to sell him at a considerably cheap price to whoever thought they could handle the dog. A facility in Europe purchased Masyn, knowing fully well what his temperament had deteriorated into, but certain that they could set the dog straight. And so it was that he was packed onto a plane, sent away from everything he had ever known, loved, and often times resented, bound for a new home.
But he never arrived. Somewhere off the coast of Africa, the plane began to suffer complications, and before the pilot could land at the nearest airport across the sea, the transport went down in a pile of screaming metal and smoke. Perhaps had the pilot not been flying low, the impact would have killed Masyn, ridding the world of his insanity. But instead he lived, and the waves washed him upon the shores of Anikira.
Personality:
Picture a puzzle, missing parts that are substituted with pieces from another box that do not belong, crudely jammed together to forcefully paint a warped, incomplete picture. This is an accurate representation of Masyn’s personality, of his very being, for most days are spent with the male wondering which parts of him are actually his, and which parts have been stripped, laid bare, and built back up into whatever traits his mother once desired. He often time reflects on this realization that he is half-mad, if not more, though he works hard to not allow this to display outwardly. He has perfected a cool, almost normal outward persona, though some days it is difficult for him to successfully hide behind the hard walls he’s built around himself, bleeding through the cracks. Inside he harbors a fierce, fiery temper that is rarely unleashed due to its tendency to let all of his emotions spiral into chaos, but on the occasions when Masyn cannot help it, his rage is like a tempest – violent and shattering.
It is hard for anyone who is familiar with Masyn, though he allows few if any to get truly close, to know what his true personality is. Due to the mental and emotional trauma inflicted upon him by his mother, his mind has been warped and shaped, and it is something that only serves to further his insanity, something that he puzzles over constantly, driving himself in agonizing mental circles. He does not experience emotions and feelings the way that others do, and because of this, it is difficult for Masyn to love – a trait that his mother fiercely tried to berate out of him. If one day Masyn does ever come to care deeply for someone, it will almost certainly be more of a dark obsession and a desire to fully possess them, to keep them near, rather than actual love – something that Masyn knows little to nothing about. One should also be aware that Masyn has a streak of sadism running through him - a desire to see others hurt physically as he hurts mentally, mild though it may be.
He is malicious and treacherous, and though his mind is not fully sane, it is sharp. He will do anything that it takes to further his own agenda, including lying, cheating, and stealing in the most deceptive, creative of ways. He has a silver, honeyed tongue that he expertly weaves lies with, often able to convince others that he is almost close to a normal dog with a capacity to experience regular emotions. Though the masks he dons on the outside are practiced, flawless, there is no amount of deception that will allow Masyn to lie to himself; he is always aware that he is a monster.
Image:
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