Ye may think ye know a pirate, but ye sure haven't met me...
I'd Like To Adopt!
Image;
Kennel Number;
~24
Name;
Maxwell
Nickname:
Max
Species;
Tasmanian Wolf X Maned Wolf
Age:
20 in human years
Occupation:
Sailor/ Adventurer
Theme Song:
"Shiver My Timbers" From Muppet Treasure Island.
(<3 The muppets XD)
Why Would You Like This Character?;
I've got only a few, good characters, but they all have very simple, unchallenging designs. I love this character's design. The exquisite jewelry and piercings I truly fell in love with. Plus, the dazzling design of him is remarkable. I could have sworn I melted when I saw him. I just had to have this beauty, to adorn a page on my character site with art of him and everything about him. To spoil him is really what I would love.
Personality;
Fiendish
Maxwell is rather fiendish, he enjoys messing with people in any way, shape, or form, although sometimes he pays for it. Despite this, Max has a devilish charm that makes almost everyone want to like him, it's the way he rolls.
Charming
As above, Maxwell has a surprisingly charming behavior, causing people to believe him a handsome and dashing young wolf. This "devil charm" as he refers to it, allows him to get on people's good side even after he has cruelly unleashed a joke on them.
Clever
Only one so clever as Max could have figured that a ship has a leak. Maxwell is incredibly clever, able to calculate and decide when is the best time to strike, and where a problem might lie. Once while on a ship which was slowly sinking, Maxwell had found the leak and had it patched up. His cleverness is useful to captains.
Emotionless
Maxwell has no time for emotions. He can be very reserved about them. Often to cabinmates, he seems as hard as a rock, an unbreakable character against all odds. Inside he could be hurting, happy, excited, or anxious, he just would never show it.
Survivalist
Having been abandoned on an island for a long period of time, Maxwell knows how to survive. He can utilize anything and everything if it is key to his survival. Max once used a coconut and several pieces of wood to make a large spiky ball, which he used to kill animals for food.
Impatient
Maxwell can be unbelievably impatient with others. He is known to sit there tapping his claws boredly, speeding up as his patience wears out more and more. Maxwell will finally either give up what he is doing, or attack who he is waiting on out of impatience. He does not like to be kept waiting.
History/Story;
Maxwell; The Autobiography of a Seawolf
(Maxwell talks pirate, so that's why some of the words are weird)
Ye may think ye know the seas, about pirates and their quests fer treasure. How in all the story tales, they go a'sailing in their big ol' ship an' return home carryin' the treasure, end of the story. Or, maybe they are captured and the good guys win. Well that ain't nothin' compared to the adventures I've had, all throughout me life. I still ain't through livin', and I plan on having more adventures than ye could imagine. But when I tell ye that pirates are not at all like that, I mean it. The adventurous "Yo ho ho!" pirates are fake. Don't believe in that junk, and hear me tale. For this is what the real life of a pirate is like...
I was born on a ship, and not a great one. The men aboard were burly and masculine, and treated me like a rat. I was no bigger than a small sack of flour, and they were a beatin' me like they would a full grown man. I stood it. I was a brave young pup, adventurous and free.
"Ye cannot beat me down, scalliwags! I am a true pirate!"
That was my theme as a lad, and I went by it.
Sadly, me mother died when we reached the first port. I was two months old and she was already gone from me life. I might have weeped for her, if the seamen had not hovered over me shoulder during the entire time. They forced me to harden meself, and to refrain from foolish emotions. Like a true pirate might have, I shrugged off her death. I regret such now.
I got me first piercing at the wee age of six months old. At that point I had left the ship and moved on to a seaside residence. There they had a body shop, where I have gotten all of my piercings. "The Tattoo Seaman" was the name of that small place. There they welcomed me, my rebellious behavior and eagerness to riddle my young body with jewelry. I'll never forget that place.
Years later I had grown into a dashing young wolf, with blazing red fur and dazzling markings, or so the ladies told me. My charm and fiendish position soon got me into trouble though, I'll give ye that. One fine mornin', with the sun high in the sky and my sealegs not yet off, I swayed into a home and sat down at the table randomly. I didn't know these people one bit. When a bustling older woman stepped in and saw me, she stared for quite a bit. I explained with a muscular, gentle voice, unlike me pirate voice I much prefer.
"Good morning ma'am. I am Maxwell of the harbor, and it seems I have wandered in unannounced to your humble abode. I shall exit at once."
To which, the woman replied.
"Nah nah, ye may stay kind sir. Me husband won't be home fer a while, and as long as he ain't here, ye can stay."
I simply nodded and was treated to a fine feast. Sadly, I stayed a bit too long. The husband came home while I were present. He chased me from the house with nothing more than a broom, almost catching me. I learned me lesson afterwards.
And then I was grown, old enough to hold me own when sailing. I took up every ship I could find, and was given adventures with the crews and captains of each ship. They disliked my fiendish side, so I hid that quite often when a sailin'. One a particular boat known as "The Death of Mary", I perfectly remember the usual day there.
Every mornin was the same, a clear, baby blue sky with the alternate oranges of the fiery sun beating down from the instant you awoke. The waters so calm and peaceful, crystal clear and sloshing softly at the port and starboard of our humble ship. Above, the shadows of our black flag would flip and flicker, dancing on the deck below. We were given a rock hard biscuit and some bland soup every mornin for breakfast, which was fine with me. Then as the days progressed slowly, each of the crew completed various tasks around the ship. It was quite a boring time.
I constantly was put on ships like these, despising them for being so bland, like the soup. I wanted a true adventure, which I got on one glory of a ship. "Dead Man's Revenge" Don't ask me why most of the names of ships included death and some person, I would know as well as ye did. The Revenge was filled with the worst of the worst pirates, ones that would easily shoot ya if you were bein' a bother. And I was lucky enough to be assigned for a two month membership to the boat, a rickety old thing with rotted planks and rustic cannons portrayed on her sides.
And that be where I got me eyepatch..
Was a fine mornin, had been sailin with the Revenge fer four days and without trouble until then. That early time, when a soft, greyish blue fog had settled over the stiff, humid air and the sun had disappeared in a curtain of clouds, I decided to be a wise guy and get meself inta a load of problems. All started with the crew, woke them up by barkin' as loud as I possibly could. They threw their things at me, and I fled up the creaking, rotten stairs to the deck. Ran right into the captain, I did. He slashed at me with his sword, and barely missed.
"Next time dog, I'll be gettin' yer eye!"
He snarled as I rocketed past. I didn't take his word for it, but I should of. Afterwards, everything settled to normal. The crew and I had some delightfully tasteless "mystery stew" and then went to work on the ship. I went a little too far with my joke that time. As one of the crew members was walkin, I dropped a fine barrel on him. Not from too high up of course, but high enough to knock him cold. Then I hid, fleeing the scene. Of course, I ran into the captain again and he slashed my eye for good this time.
"That's what ye get ye scurvy dog! Now get outta me sight before I throw ya overboard!"
I heeded his words and left. Thanks to him I wear my eyepatch.
The greatest of me adventures happened when the captain did throw me overboard. Yes, he got that mad, he did. I yelped in surprise as I flew over the side of the ship, and plummeted down off the starboard bow. The crew laughed hysterically as I paddled my way to a small island off to me left. Arriving on the dense, sandy beaches, I dragged myself from the salty waves and plopped down on the soft minerals. I laid for quite a time, catching my lost breath. Righting myself and standing, I watched the captain's ship pull away.
With a snort, I moved on farther into the land, surveyin' me surroundings. The vegetation was dense in some areas and sparse in others. The foliage itself was a mixture of exotic and fine flowers to some of the deadliest fruits around. Surviving would be tough, but I pulled it off. Sadly I don't remember much after I began hallucinatin' from sea water,but I do recall sleeping feverishly in trees and avoiding the night stalker I had appropriately named "Shade". On a piece of paper I found in my later years, here is how I described Shade:
The massive black beast was downright ugly, not a question about it. Its massive, black mass was built much like that of a cross between a rhinoceros with metabolism problems and a warthog who had feasted on a bit too much. The sparkly, small eyes dazzled bright, glowing red, even in the dimmest of light. I'm going to tell the truth, thhing scared the crap outta me. Every sleepless night from the time I knew it was there to the time I was rescued, I hid soundlessly in a tree and waited, watching.
Shade was a dangerous creature, and I'm glad to have been rescued before it had me fer lunch. After the rescue I forget much, as I was hallucinatin and was often drugged by the doctors. I remember a nurse though, a fine young nurse. Sad thing was that he was a guy nurse, and after that I gave up tryin to remember anything.
And that is me life, ye there in the audience. The tale of a rapscallion of a seawolf. I am full well today and still a sailin with the pirates. Most of me time is spent on the docks nowadays though, as wolves such as I are becoming less and less appreciated by sailors. Although, now ye know, don't be thinkin the pirates always get away scotch free with the treasure. Heed me story, and think about the many a crew who were abandoned on islands, and were attacked by their own captains. Remember me, Maxwell the seawolf.
~~END~~
Art;
Other;Still a WIP, but getting there
THis is the first character I'm going for with competition.
I'd Like To Adopt!
Image;
Kennel Number;
~24
Name;
Maxwell
Nickname:
Max
Species;
Tasmanian Wolf X Maned Wolf
Age:
20 in human years
Occupation:
Sailor/ Adventurer
Theme Song:
"Shiver My Timbers" From Muppet Treasure Island.
(<3 The muppets XD)
Why Would You Like This Character?;
I've got only a few, good characters, but they all have very simple, unchallenging designs. I love this character's design. The exquisite jewelry and piercings I truly fell in love with. Plus, the dazzling design of him is remarkable. I could have sworn I melted when I saw him. I just had to have this beauty, to adorn a page on my character site with art of him and everything about him. To spoil him is really what I would love.
Personality;
Fiendish
Maxwell is rather fiendish, he enjoys messing with people in any way, shape, or form, although sometimes he pays for it. Despite this, Max has a devilish charm that makes almost everyone want to like him, it's the way he rolls.
Charming
As above, Maxwell has a surprisingly charming behavior, causing people to believe him a handsome and dashing young wolf. This "devil charm" as he refers to it, allows him to get on people's good side even after he has cruelly unleashed a joke on them.
Clever
Only one so clever as Max could have figured that a ship has a leak. Maxwell is incredibly clever, able to calculate and decide when is the best time to strike, and where a problem might lie. Once while on a ship which was slowly sinking, Maxwell had found the leak and had it patched up. His cleverness is useful to captains.
Emotionless
Maxwell has no time for emotions. He can be very reserved about them. Often to cabinmates, he seems as hard as a rock, an unbreakable character against all odds. Inside he could be hurting, happy, excited, or anxious, he just would never show it.
Survivalist
Having been abandoned on an island for a long period of time, Maxwell knows how to survive. He can utilize anything and everything if it is key to his survival. Max once used a coconut and several pieces of wood to make a large spiky ball, which he used to kill animals for food.
Impatient
Maxwell can be unbelievably impatient with others. He is known to sit there tapping his claws boredly, speeding up as his patience wears out more and more. Maxwell will finally either give up what he is doing, or attack who he is waiting on out of impatience. He does not like to be kept waiting.
History/Story;
Maxwell; The Autobiography of a Seawolf
(Maxwell talks pirate, so that's why some of the words are weird)
Ye may think ye know the seas, about pirates and their quests fer treasure. How in all the story tales, they go a'sailing in their big ol' ship an' return home carryin' the treasure, end of the story. Or, maybe they are captured and the good guys win. Well that ain't nothin' compared to the adventures I've had, all throughout me life. I still ain't through livin', and I plan on having more adventures than ye could imagine. But when I tell ye that pirates are not at all like that, I mean it. The adventurous "Yo ho ho!" pirates are fake. Don't believe in that junk, and hear me tale. For this is what the real life of a pirate is like...
I was born on a ship, and not a great one. The men aboard were burly and masculine, and treated me like a rat. I was no bigger than a small sack of flour, and they were a beatin' me like they would a full grown man. I stood it. I was a brave young pup, adventurous and free.
"Ye cannot beat me down, scalliwags! I am a true pirate!"
That was my theme as a lad, and I went by it.
Sadly, me mother died when we reached the first port. I was two months old and she was already gone from me life. I might have weeped for her, if the seamen had not hovered over me shoulder during the entire time. They forced me to harden meself, and to refrain from foolish emotions. Like a true pirate might have, I shrugged off her death. I regret such now.
I got me first piercing at the wee age of six months old. At that point I had left the ship and moved on to a seaside residence. There they had a body shop, where I have gotten all of my piercings. "The Tattoo Seaman" was the name of that small place. There they welcomed me, my rebellious behavior and eagerness to riddle my young body with jewelry. I'll never forget that place.
Years later I had grown into a dashing young wolf, with blazing red fur and dazzling markings, or so the ladies told me. My charm and fiendish position soon got me into trouble though, I'll give ye that. One fine mornin', with the sun high in the sky and my sealegs not yet off, I swayed into a home and sat down at the table randomly. I didn't know these people one bit. When a bustling older woman stepped in and saw me, she stared for quite a bit. I explained with a muscular, gentle voice, unlike me pirate voice I much prefer.
"Good morning ma'am. I am Maxwell of the harbor, and it seems I have wandered in unannounced to your humble abode. I shall exit at once."
To which, the woman replied.
"Nah nah, ye may stay kind sir. Me husband won't be home fer a while, and as long as he ain't here, ye can stay."
I simply nodded and was treated to a fine feast. Sadly, I stayed a bit too long. The husband came home while I were present. He chased me from the house with nothing more than a broom, almost catching me. I learned me lesson afterwards.
And then I was grown, old enough to hold me own when sailing. I took up every ship I could find, and was given adventures with the crews and captains of each ship. They disliked my fiendish side, so I hid that quite often when a sailin'. One a particular boat known as "The Death of Mary", I perfectly remember the usual day there.
Every mornin was the same, a clear, baby blue sky with the alternate oranges of the fiery sun beating down from the instant you awoke. The waters so calm and peaceful, crystal clear and sloshing softly at the port and starboard of our humble ship. Above, the shadows of our black flag would flip and flicker, dancing on the deck below. We were given a rock hard biscuit and some bland soup every mornin for breakfast, which was fine with me. Then as the days progressed slowly, each of the crew completed various tasks around the ship. It was quite a boring time.
I constantly was put on ships like these, despising them for being so bland, like the soup. I wanted a true adventure, which I got on one glory of a ship. "Dead Man's Revenge" Don't ask me why most of the names of ships included death and some person, I would know as well as ye did. The Revenge was filled with the worst of the worst pirates, ones that would easily shoot ya if you were bein' a bother. And I was lucky enough to be assigned for a two month membership to the boat, a rickety old thing with rotted planks and rustic cannons portrayed on her sides.
And that be where I got me eyepatch..
Was a fine mornin, had been sailin with the Revenge fer four days and without trouble until then. That early time, when a soft, greyish blue fog had settled over the stiff, humid air and the sun had disappeared in a curtain of clouds, I decided to be a wise guy and get meself inta a load of problems. All started with the crew, woke them up by barkin' as loud as I possibly could. They threw their things at me, and I fled up the creaking, rotten stairs to the deck. Ran right into the captain, I did. He slashed at me with his sword, and barely missed.
"Next time dog, I'll be gettin' yer eye!"
He snarled as I rocketed past. I didn't take his word for it, but I should of. Afterwards, everything settled to normal. The crew and I had some delightfully tasteless "mystery stew" and then went to work on the ship. I went a little too far with my joke that time. As one of the crew members was walkin, I dropped a fine barrel on him. Not from too high up of course, but high enough to knock him cold. Then I hid, fleeing the scene. Of course, I ran into the captain again and he slashed my eye for good this time.
"That's what ye get ye scurvy dog! Now get outta me sight before I throw ya overboard!"
I heeded his words and left. Thanks to him I wear my eyepatch.
The greatest of me adventures happened when the captain did throw me overboard. Yes, he got that mad, he did. I yelped in surprise as I flew over the side of the ship, and plummeted down off the starboard bow. The crew laughed hysterically as I paddled my way to a small island off to me left. Arriving on the dense, sandy beaches, I dragged myself from the salty waves and plopped down on the soft minerals. I laid for quite a time, catching my lost breath. Righting myself and standing, I watched the captain's ship pull away.
With a snort, I moved on farther into the land, surveyin' me surroundings. The vegetation was dense in some areas and sparse in others. The foliage itself was a mixture of exotic and fine flowers to some of the deadliest fruits around. Surviving would be tough, but I pulled it off. Sadly I don't remember much after I began hallucinatin' from sea water,but I do recall sleeping feverishly in trees and avoiding the night stalker I had appropriately named "Shade". On a piece of paper I found in my later years, here is how I described Shade:
The massive black beast was downright ugly, not a question about it. Its massive, black mass was built much like that of a cross between a rhinoceros with metabolism problems and a warthog who had feasted on a bit too much. The sparkly, small eyes dazzled bright, glowing red, even in the dimmest of light. I'm going to tell the truth, thhing scared the crap outta me. Every sleepless night from the time I knew it was there to the time I was rescued, I hid soundlessly in a tree and waited, watching.
Shade was a dangerous creature, and I'm glad to have been rescued before it had me fer lunch. After the rescue I forget much, as I was hallucinatin and was often drugged by the doctors. I remember a nurse though, a fine young nurse. Sad thing was that he was a guy nurse, and after that I gave up tryin to remember anything.
And that is me life, ye there in the audience. The tale of a rapscallion of a seawolf. I am full well today and still a sailin with the pirates. Most of me time is spent on the docks nowadays though, as wolves such as I are becoming less and less appreciated by sailors. Although, now ye know, don't be thinkin the pirates always get away scotch free with the treasure. Heed me story, and think about the many a crew who were abandoned on islands, and were attacked by their own captains. Remember me, Maxwell the seawolf.
~~END~~
Art;
Other;Still a WIP, but getting there
THis is the first character I'm going for with competition.
all the best everyone xx
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