Post by Outlaw on Jun 22, 2010 17:34:44 GMT -5
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name: Kynthia
pronunciation: Kin - the - a
alias: Kyn
age: 6 years
gender: Female
breed: Doberman Pinscher
appearance: A long lean muscles shifted beneath a hide of rich mahogany, slender timbers would find themselves sheathed in a warm red amber. Soldiers, cropped just as her tail had been docked as a pup when she'd experienced humans for the first and last time, stood at a firm attention atop a narrow sleek cranium. A deep chest offset that narrow waist giving, but despite this fragile seeming appearance, one would find this tall 26 in canine held a subtle strength, and quick reflexes.
personality: A drifter through life, Kyn travels from canine to canine, land to land gathering news, tales, and information. Her loyalty could be had...for a price, though above all things she is a bard. A verbal keeper of the history. It's true she is at heart a selfish creature, caring little for the politics of the land. Who holds power, who holds sway are nothing more then another twist in a wide fantastic tale. Fearless and often baffling to others, she could usually be found speaking in rhyme when not in the midst of a some story. Few know who this creature truly was deep in the secret part of her soul. She is a lonely beast who loves nothing more then the twist of a good tale, or the look of an audience waiting with baited breath for the next word she may utter. Naturally she has a romantic heart, though one would find it's presence locked behind a firm stone wall.
history: Despite the fact that she loved to tell canines tales of others, one story you'll likely never hear is the one of how she came about. A tale of natural disasters, starvation, loss and loneliness she keeps guarded nearly as closely as her vulnerable heart.
From the start she'd been molded to walk the path her parents had chosen for their line. An odd occupation and an even odder obsession for the pair of escaped dobermans. At first their brethren shunned the pair, for what use was it to keep the tales of old? They had their own memories, their own ways of remembering the past. But they had managed, building upon their chosen craft until they were welcomed among any gathering. It was into this life that Kynthia was born and bred. Gifted with a talent that even outshone her parents, Kyn had a way with capturing an audiences attention, making them almost feel the words she whispers, live the tales she told. It was a skill her parents had honed.
Nature's cruel command stole her parents from her life long before their time, a year before the winter, storms had been harsh, unforgiving. In a flash of rushing water and panicked cries Kynthia lost everything that meant something to her. For a year she drifted, barely alive, a ghost of her former self. It was the tales within her mind, the tales she'd seen that re-awoke a bittersweet passion. Shaking the depression that had settled across her shoulders she once again embarked on her parents quest, keeping her craft alive. A lone messenger, a keeper of tales and lore, drifting from one place to another spreading news and keeping the stories of the past alive.
name: Kynthia
pronunciation: Kin - the - a
alias: Kyn
age: 6 years
gender: Female
breed: Doberman Pinscher
appearance: A long lean muscles shifted beneath a hide of rich mahogany, slender timbers would find themselves sheathed in a warm red amber. Soldiers, cropped just as her tail had been docked as a pup when she'd experienced humans for the first and last time, stood at a firm attention atop a narrow sleek cranium. A deep chest offset that narrow waist giving, but despite this fragile seeming appearance, one would find this tall 26 in canine held a subtle strength, and quick reflexes.
personality: A drifter through life, Kyn travels from canine to canine, land to land gathering news, tales, and information. Her loyalty could be had...for a price, though above all things she is a bard. A verbal keeper of the history. It's true she is at heart a selfish creature, caring little for the politics of the land. Who holds power, who holds sway are nothing more then another twist in a wide fantastic tale. Fearless and often baffling to others, she could usually be found speaking in rhyme when not in the midst of a some story. Few know who this creature truly was deep in the secret part of her soul. She is a lonely beast who loves nothing more then the twist of a good tale, or the look of an audience waiting with baited breath for the next word she may utter. Naturally she has a romantic heart, though one would find it's presence locked behind a firm stone wall.
history: Despite the fact that she loved to tell canines tales of others, one story you'll likely never hear is the one of how she came about. A tale of natural disasters, starvation, loss and loneliness she keeps guarded nearly as closely as her vulnerable heart.
From the start she'd been molded to walk the path her parents had chosen for their line. An odd occupation and an even odder obsession for the pair of escaped dobermans. At first their brethren shunned the pair, for what use was it to keep the tales of old? They had their own memories, their own ways of remembering the past. But they had managed, building upon their chosen craft until they were welcomed among any gathering. It was into this life that Kynthia was born and bred. Gifted with a talent that even outshone her parents, Kyn had a way with capturing an audiences attention, making them almost feel the words she whispers, live the tales she told. It was a skill her parents had honed.
Nature's cruel command stole her parents from her life long before their time, a year before the winter, storms had been harsh, unforgiving. In a flash of rushing water and panicked cries Kynthia lost everything that meant something to her. For a year she drifted, barely alive, a ghost of her former self. It was the tales within her mind, the tales she'd seen that re-awoke a bittersweet passion. Shaking the depression that had settled across her shoulders she once again embarked on her parents quest, keeping her craft alive. A lone messenger, a keeper of tales and lore, drifting from one place to another spreading news and keeping the stories of the past alive.
