Welcome to Mark of the Wild: Savage Lineage -a PVP based Animal RPG. We accept all levels, from beginner to advanced, -we have NO WORD COUNT, a unique setting, world, and set up. Mark of the Wild: Savage Lineage was created by animal role-players, for animal role-players, With a friendly staff, an easy to learn software, and a wide scale of diversity, we are ALWAYS welcoming new members to join our community. Welcome to Mark of the Wild: Savage Lineage.
Group: Level II Intermediate
Member No.: 86
Joined: 26-May 11
Name: Fredrick "Freckles" Jones-Maverick Gender: Male Age: Four Height: 75 cm Weight: 36 kg
Description One of the ugliest sons of bitches you ever saw, most dogs have spots, Freddy has freckles. Hence his name. He's also got a few scars marking his otherwise solid hide, but he does have one thing going for him-- his blocky, heavy-set black muzzle and throat are rather fine looking in a mangy sort of way. His eyes, though, are a bit unnerving, for they are a sort of reddish-brown and seem to glint eerily in reflected light.
He has medium-length legs and a short, stubby tricolor tail of black, white, and golden-tan, and it is hard to tell if one can consider him graceful, or simply truck-like, as he tends to walk right over anything that gets in his way rather than trip over it. His age is indecipherable in his ugliness; he could be young, or middle-aged, it is hard to tell, even, although it is clear he is old enough to have gotten into a few fights, for he has a long gray gash along the side of his right jaw hidden most of the time by his long facial fur.
Kind of gruff, but he's almost always grinning. He talks like a man who's had one too many cigars, though of course as a dog he's never had any, his voice course and deep. His ears are the most truthful part of him, always expressing what he really thinks, flickering back and forth, swiveling side to side, whilst his face is almost always lying, for he smiles even when-- or perhaps most-- when displeased. That's when you should be scared. It is when he isn't smiling and gazing grumpily around his domain one can know all is right in the world, for that's when he's not out to cause any mayhem-- at least, not right this moment.
Nonetheless, he's got his sweet spots; love purely for family, and loyalty to those in on his side of business. However, anyone who isn't part of his family can drown, with pleasure, with concrete-rocks dropped on top of them, if they provide the slightest threat, or even if they just don't give him what tribute he wants to extort from them. Meerkats? They better dig him a burrow and roll a carpet of dead scorpion at his arrogant self-centered feet! Hyenas? They better give him that zebra or else! He believes strongly in inheritance, as he lives in the same lands as his father before him did; inheritance by the youngest, for he isn't a hyena to have his kids fight for their positions. It's the job of the women to move on and explore new lands, he thinks, to disperse. The boys have to stay home; he's old fashioned like that. He brooks no disobedience or threats of change to order. His order, that is. He doesn't know who made the lions the 'kings' of the jungle, but if they're cops, he's one of the robbers.
He's not particularly smart, but he's got a cunning bone or two in his body, and a vengeful streak a mile wide. Mess with his, and you mess with him; if he can't touch you, he'll kidnap your family, or maybe send someone to seduce your love if he's in a mildly forgiving mood, or maybe send you a chewed off tail on your lawn. He doesn't care about other people's dirty laundry much, in except as much as it benefits him to keep his trap shut about 'em.
As said, he learned his business from his father, but it was at a lower level. It was his mother who truly made him admire, and want to conquer, the world.
His peaceful pack of hippie-dogs, mostly males, was taken over one day by her and her sisters. His father was carried off by them, and forced to marry against his will-- he hadn't been the alpha at the time of the take over. His domineering mother wasn't very mothering, often going out to hunt, and his earliest memories were of his father sitting in the den, waiting for the grub. However, this gradually changed, as his father earned his mother's trust, and began to go out with the pack taking the family along, teaching, as said, the business. Although his father was fairly soft and loving, he was, like his mother, brutal to their enemies.
Through sheer numbers, a hundred strong, they devastated a nearby hyena clan, and a group of lions that were outnumbered twenty to one. Unfortunately, these conflicts took their toll on their clan, and when disease came, it seemed like bad day had come. His kin dropped like flies from a rabid plague, and then... their enemies, the survivors of those families they'd harmed, came back to haunt them like ghosts.
From this, he learned a very valuable lesson. Leave no one that is a threat to you alive for long. Take prisoners, if you must, but never leave anyone behind you can't extort and control.
Recently, he has met a very lovely lady, far prettier than himself (it is hard not to be, so to speak) and 'settled' down into having a cut throat mafia. Such is life.
Family and Position in Life Freckles leads the Untamed with his mate Folami, and has a son named Nova, who will possibly take over when he dies, provided it isn't from a bloody take over. He also has pups not of his own loins in the pack, which he treats for the most part like his own.