Post by Emz on Feb 12, 2011 19:43:01 GMT -5
Character Number: 3
Name: Sweeney
Age: 41/2
Gender: Female
Species: Husky/Wolf Hybrid
Personality:
Unstable would be a rather effective word at describing Sweeney's personality.
At times, she can be as friendly as if she were your closest friend; talkative, playful, cheerful. Her mindset could be compared to that of a pup's; naive and willing to tell her life story (well, she makes up a story, doesn't tell the complete truth) to anyone who happens to pass by and with quite a short attention span. She's very easily distracted and often forgets things just moments after she's been told them. She loves the water, loves splashing and swimming in it, and she adores playing with others (her favourite game is tag).
But then there is another side to her, a side that can occur frequently or infrequently and can last for any length of time depending on what set it off. This side is a lot more mad; her eyes seem to go unfocused and she seems to revert to a more 'wild' state, speaking complete nonsense and becoming just a bit aggressive to anyone who interrupts her. This side to her personality is usually set off by the sound of bells, or another sharp sound, like certain types of birdsong. As such, she will try to silence whatever it is that's making the maddening noise.
She also refers to herself in the third person. Sweeney is usually wary of humans, but is more so towards the grey ones, the ones in the long lab coats.
Appearance:
Although she bears more of a resemblance to a dog than a wolf, there are a couple of slight details which show her wolf inheritance. Her head is larger than others of her dog breed and her paws are much larger, as are her teeth.
What fur she has is long and thick, adapted to survive in cold, harsh climates, and is a mixture of grey, white and brown. The grey colour covers the top of her back, tail, head and shoulders and creates a sort of mask around her face. Grey turns to brown at the back of her neck and around her sides. White dominates her underside, legs and face. Her eyes are a light blue colour, as is the norm for the dog breed with which she shares part of her blood.
However, it's quite hard to discern much of what colours make up her pelt as it is mangy, matted and falling out in places. There are some parts of her body which aren't even covered in fur, exposing soft pink skin to the world.
History:
Grey. All there was was grey, even to her eyes, she could tell. The air even smelt grey; stale, filled with the stench of mould and death.
This was where she had been brought up, the grey rooms - she had often heard the humans calling it this as they walked past, always walking past. It should have been a relief, but it wasn't, it was torture. They had already taken her mother before she and her siblings had even opened their eyes. Siblings. They didn't last long.
Each had been fed through a needle in their forelegs, each had been given a different solution, they had all had died. All but her. She who had been given no name; simple referred to as the 'Survivor of Epsilon' or 'Five'. She had no idea what these meant, but she knew it was not a name.
She was left alone, in the dark, cold, cramped space, behind bars. Listening to the noises of others like herself, scared, excited, angry...all different kinds of emotions. She simply felt indifferent.
Time was lost to her, but she must have been more than six moons old when the humans finally stopped at her cage. She did nothing, simply sat and stared with unblinking eyes as they reached in and took the needle from her leg before leaving again. After that, however, their stops were much more frequent than they had been, leaving in solid food which she found out could be eaten with her mouth.
This went on for quite a while before the change happened.
She was taken out of her cage. Taken out. Something was placed around her neck and she was led through the grey room, past the others barking, crying, howling, and to a much larger door than the door to her cage. This door was not barred, either, it was just a simple door, but it was brighter than the room, it was white. She thought it would be her salvation. Little did she know that it was anything but.
A bell on the door tinkled sharply as it opened.
The new room was also white. It hurt, she had to blink a few times before her eyes adjusted to this brightness. What awaited her was another tall human, holding something long and sharp in his paw. He pressed the top of it and a liquid squirted across the room. Her neck was roughly grabbed and the sharp end was plunged into it.
For the first time, she howled. Howled in anguish as the vile solution worked it's way to her head and pounded against her skull. White hot pain made her vision cloud and disappear to black.
This same procedure carried on, frequently, more frequent than the dishes of food. It made her mad. The injections kept her brain muddled, confused, unfocused and made her whole world spin and distort, leaping into vibrant colours, too bright for her eyes. Even the grey she was used to seemed to warp and change and everything blurred. And each time it was the little bell she heard ringing endlessly, loudly, excruciatingly in her ears.
She now often heard the humans talking about 'Sweeney' when they came to take her. Was this a name. Was it hers?
The torture continued for what seemed like an eternity until it stopped. A different set of humans had appeared. They took her and the others, put them in a large moving box and when it opened again, let them out and left.
It took Sweeney a while to realise what this meant, but when she did, her emotions were conflicted. She was...free?
She had heard the wolf in the cage beside her talk about freedom, about what it was like...and about Paradise. He had been taken away by the grey humans and never came back.
But now, the air was fresh and the world seemed brighter. Sweeney used her legs and ran and soon the effects of the solutions the grey humans had gave her faded from her mind and she enjoyed life like a young pup would.
The solution lingers, though, associated with the sound of the bell and sending her into the state of pain and the world of distortion.
She was never truly free.
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( just slightly inspired by a character from mythology of the same name - the bell thing - if that's alright )
