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Username:
wesleydog
Kennel Number:
Kennel 146
Name [of pet]:
Sorom
Gender [of pet]:
Male ♂
Breed/Species [of pet]:
Mutant >> Dog x Cat x Horse x Lion x Mouse Mix
He's mostly dog and lion and after them comes horse. The next biggest share is cat, and there is only a hint of mouse in him.
Personality [of pet]:
::Funny::
Sorom has a great sense of humor, visually, he can laugh just about anything offensive off, and he is always cracking jokes, even if only to himself, and tries to make the most of life. He likes to laugh, even if he despises his odd laugh given to him by his many different contributive breeds. However, he's a jolly guy on the outside, and no one would know any differently.
::But Serious?::
However, Sorom takes anything said about him very seriously and to heart. He tries to change himself a bit, though he never wants to be plain, and just like everyone else. He tries to fix what others say is wrong with him so that he can just fit in. And though laughable, whenever Sorom gets angry, hurt, or upset, he is very serious and tends to ignore people. But you know, it's not quite bi-polar, perhaps a small defect of the mutation? He can also straighten up and be very effective in dire emergencies and bad situations.
::Tortured::
Sorom is a bit tortured by his genetics because so many people give him weird stares and laugh at him. It's actually a pretty hard life be so extraordinary and different. Sometimes he can't bear to be how he is, just because other people don't like him the way he is. That's how he knows his true friends. The ones that don't need him to change.
::But Loved?::
Sorom feels very loved and most comfortable with his friend, Adi - (Uh-dee). Adi never has wanted him to change, and he makes Sorom feel so confident and comfortable just how he is. He loves spending time with him, and the pair of them are practically inseperable.
::Kind::
Sorom is a pretty kind person. He's open to trying all sorts of new people, especially because he's the newest 'type' of person that you could ever really try. He's nice to everyone that he comes into contact with, although his attitude is known to bite.
::Sincere::
Sorom always tries to keep true to himself and his friends. When he says something, there is tons of truth in it. He's always one to pledge his allegiance to you, and hardly ever goes back on his word. This makes him very trustworthy and dependable, and you can likely always count on him.
Background/History [of pet]:
A mutant, the closest thing to an alien. That's exactly what Sorom was.
Two scientists, Dr. Robert Leward and his college friend Professor Jim Baker, had worked on this project for nearly a decade. And finally, it was complete. Their hard work produced a mutant, somehow healthy even at "birth". All their research had paid off, and making the poor thing as he was wasn't the cruel thing. But then what was it? Letting him go.
In the wild, there were so many dangers that the mutant may not be capable of avoiding. He's most certainly rather sterile, and not at all likely to live. A since dust could seriously ill him, and how would his immune system hold up? This little guy, he was an experiment. He wasn't their little pet, and they thought of him only as business. But he, he had feelings. Sorom just couldn't show them.
And after their hard work, they nearly threw it away. The professor and the doctor climbed into the white van, hair staticy and unbrushed. They were not very careful to keep well-groomed, and this resulted in quite the mad scientist look. Their coats were wrinkled, a pet peeve of Professor Jim's, from all of their hard work. They could only hope one thing. That it would pay off.
This experiment could really be at the top of the charts. It could be the discovery of their century, though they gave no thought whatsoever to the poor creature about to be abandoned. What would anyone ever say or think if they saw him anyhow? But nevermind that. It was only important that their own part went well. And with that, it was no surprise when Doctor Robert hopped out of the van even two seconds before it came to a halt. Eagerly, he slid the back door of the van open. He took from the car a cage that held an animal that both whimpered like a puppy and mewed like a cat. Alas, this may be the last time that they saw their project face to face. 1029, they called him, was pulled out of his small kennel. He purred a tad as he was stroked, but he sneezed as well, from the damp weather. Professor shot Robert a look of concern, but it was certainly most brief. His face turned from worry to desire, and he stuck out his hand and nodded. Doctor Robert handed him a small metal contraption, a bracelet really, a tracking device, and Professor Baker snapped it onto the small mutant's right leg, having troubles sliding it over the hoof. But finally, it was on. He set the mutant down, who then sat there, giving them a curious stare. He was a playful fellow really, though aggressive, and he ran to untie the shoelace of the professor's abnormally large brown shoes. The professor, the doctor having already gotten into the car, reached down and disentangled the small claws from his laces, and hearing another cough, coldly turned away and got into the van. The door slammed shut, and they drove away.
That was the last that Sorom saw of them.
Even Sorom himself has no ideas of how his name became Sorom. How it went from 1029 to that. Perhaps he made it up himself from the mere likes of the sound of it, though he swears that it isn't true. Each time he'd tell a different story, and it got mighty confusing after a while. But it was all good. What matters is not his name, but his story.
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Sorom walked on the beaten dirt path, slightly gooey underfoot to him due to the recent dew and rain. Is was so muggy here, and certainly not the ideal habitat for him. He shivered, wishing for heat and some nice food to eat. He sniffled a bit, and coughed very softly, hoping not to alert any unwanted people or creatures. He was certainly a sight to see, and he didn't want to be found. But the wind blew harder and his coughing grew stronger as it got darker. He began to spook at every thing. Every wind sent a chill up his spine, and the whistle of it seemed to be voices. The trees and bushes seemed like much taller, scarier beasts, and even the slightest glimpse of light sent him swearing he'd seen eyes. How was a mutant or an animal or any sort expected to survive in this awful sort of place? With that negative thought came more, and soon he was wondering if he'd even make it through the night.
With an owl's hoot, he at last realized that he was heading absolutely no where. He was used only to the incubator sort of thing at the science lab, and of course the mixed diet each day giving satisfaction to all of his needs. This place, wherever he was, made him feel so bad, so sick, and so so worthless. And then, he looked down, remembering the tracker on his wrist. Of course. They were still watching. He lay down and slept, hoping the morning would be better.
When Sorom woke, however, he wasn't in any much better condition. His pelt was very damp from the dew that had passed over the night before, and the sun, though bright, bore rather weak, cold rays on his back. These factors did not at all help his current state either, and he wheezed as he limped, trying to find food or water, anything clean that would give him any sort of nutrition. He couldn't let his system shut down. He couldn't give up. He made a face, noticing the brown slop that he was walking in, and only hoped that it would not stick in his pelt for long.
The most interesting and terrifying thing yet happened then. Walking towards him, was a grey wolf puppy, looking both harmful and harmless. Sorom was absolutely astounded by how unlucky he was. The puppy was heading directly towards him. Sorom closed his eyes, expecting anything from being made fun of to being attacked. Instead, the puppy, around Sorom's own age, ran up to Sorom and started playing around and goofing off. "Hiya!" he exclaimed, looking up at the sky and back at Sorom. Sorom was a tad confused, and wasn't really sure that the puppy was talking to him, so he opened his eyes and stared hard at the ground. "I'm Adi! What's your name?" Sorom could no longer hide the inevitable. This wolf was talking to him. "I - I'm..."
Let me pause you here for a minute. Now I will revisit our earlier question of how exactly Sorom became... Sorom. It is thought that perhaps he came up with the name right here and now, talking to this puppy. He couldn't tell anyone that his name was only numbers, and so perhaps (not matter how much he denies it) he came up with a real name, right on the spot.
"I'm Sorom," he finished, struggling just the slightest and saying it. But soon, it was done, and he realized it wasn't so painful to talk to this wolf.
The two of them got just a bit better acquainted as they talked, and Sorom suddenly felt very comfortable around him. They shared many stories as they walked, and Adi took Sorom to find some food. "You know..." he said, talking softly. "Sorom, you could stay with me if you'd like," he said, suddenly seeming way too shy to be the curious pup that had approached Sorom earlier that day.
Sorom wasn't sure if it was because of how confident he felt in his friend, or how comfortable he felt around him. Maybe it was just nerves, or how desperate he was for a place to stay, but he really liked this wolf. "I think I'd like that," he said, coughing only a bit.
Use [for pet]:
How interesting is a mutant! I'd really like to use this adorable little guy as one of my personal characters. He more than earned it with his charming appearance and personality. I would create him his own post within my thread, and possibly roleplay him. I'd showcase him off, make him art, and love him like crazy. 8D
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Art
WIP ~ Will do my own traditional drawing. More likely just a headshot.
Likes
- Being loved.
It's so great to feel loved, especially when your life has been like Sorom's. He thoroughly enjoys his friendship with Adi, and in turn for being loved as a brother and friend, he loves him back. It gives Sorom this wonderful burning sensation in his heart, and he feels so useful and purposeful.
- Being different.
It's really not as bad to be different as it is to be the same. He really likes being different, becvause it would really kill him if he was exactly like another person, let alone absolutely everyone else. He has a very unique appearance, species, and personality, and while he never asked to be so different, he'd rather be more different than all the same.
- Being active.
It's actually pretty fun to exercise, work, and play around, because it keeps Sorom entertained and in shape. He has fun while working out, and while he obviously doesn't attend a gym, being active to him is just playing around. It's nothing major, but it's better than sitting around on his bum and doing nothing all day.
- The heat.
Sorom adores the heat! The warmth on his blue pelt feels amazing, and he'll never tire of it. It makes him feel like he has the sun for a large security blanket. Nothing makes him happier than the sunrise, and he doesn't like the cool nights after sunset.
- His haters.
Actually, Sorom likes his haters. Well, most of the time. It really motivates him to be a better him, and they keep him going. There is nothing against him if he can learn to accept his haters and that not everyone is going to love you in life.
Dislikes
- Anything brown.
Brown things are nasty and boring. Typically, it's dirt and goo, and Sorom, being somewhat of a neat freak, doesn't care for either. He's not a complete freak, or germiphob, but with his many mixes, if too many germs were to infect him, he could become very sick and possibly die. But he's young, and has a hole life ahead of him and a great friend that's like his brother, and he needs to live.
- Slobs.
Slobs are so careless and messy. Ew! Who would enjoy living like that? Sure, occassionally he'll give himself some freedom for a few specks of dirt or a mud-roll, but eating and making such a mess or living in a pile of garbage is absolutely the most atrocious thing that he's ever heard of! Being young doesn't mean you don't have strong opinions you know.
- Winter.
Sorom can't stand the winter. After all of his hybrid additions, he is majorly short-haired, and it's very thin for a coat. It's very difficult to adjust to the winter temperatures living outside, and with winter comes many sicknesses.
- Unequal treatment.
Sorom hates whenever animals or anyone receives better treatment than others just because of how someone else acts, looks, talks, or is. It's not at all right to reward someone or treat them better just because their more normal or pretty, and it's certainly unacceptable to throw someone to the side just because their a tad stranger than you yourself are. If there's anything that he hates most, it is most certainly this.
Favorites
Favorite Color:
Yellow
Favorite Person/Friend:
The... sun? o.o Kidding, it's Adi, though the sun is a pretty close call.
Favorite thing to do:
Curl up in the sunshine and take a nap or hang out with Adi.
Favorite season:
Summer
Favorite weather:
Sunshine
Favorite time of day:
Noon
Favorite natural fascination:
Sunrise
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