x. JERICHO [finished <3]

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[atrb=background,http://i486.photobucket.com/albums/rr229/s-doggy13/misd.png] JERICHO ENGLISH SETTER , TWO YEARS , MALE. History; Some people just have no heart. They care about nothing but money, and are willing to do anything to get it. It was in the home of a man like this where Jericho was born - or, to be more exact, in a small shed next to it. What better way to make money then to sell stupid animals to stupid people, right? He stuffed many cages in that shed, with more animals in each than should have been possible. Most of the dogs were setters - Irish, English, and Gordon. Jericho was born in a litter of seven pups. He was born in a cage that should have only held one dog, but contained three. Oh the horrors of a puppy mill. From the beginning of his days, he watched his siblings as they wasted away to nothing. His mother was so malnourished, she simply couldn't provide milk for them all. Others got trampled as someone tried to shift position. Jericho somehow managed to dodge the feet and survive on that small reserve of milk his mother had. Every once in a while a puppy might be taken out and sold to someone. Sometimes if the cages became too full, he'd dump a bunch in boxes and set them outside stores. Jericho slowly grew, just staring through those metal bars, watching as what seemed like hundreds of dogs just dropped dead. But it was the only life he'd ever known. What was happiness? Sometimes he heard it mentioned, but it was a foreign concept to him. He even watched his own mother die. He sat there as she was drug from the cage and from the shed like the others. For any other dog, it would have been horrifying. But Jericho felt nothing as the one who comforted him went cold, and was taken away. He couldn't have been sad if he tried. At just a few months of age, he'd already seen so much. So she was dead. He'd follow soon. Why did it matter? Somehow he managed to survive for about a year and a half. He never got the strength to stand. He only managed to find miniscule amounts of food to eat and lap up small amounts of the revolting water left there in a bucket for him and his companions. But it was life. As far as he knew, this was what every dog went through. He felt no emotions, he didn't cry like the others, and he certainly didn't try to escape. Places like that didn't go undiscovered forever, and one day, a whole bunch of humans poured into that shed. They glanced in all their cages speaking in their foreign tongue, shaking their heads and looking sad. Jericho watched as one by one they removed each dog from their cage and placed them in their trucks. Jericho himself was on the brink of death, but they took him nonetheless. No one was left behind. For days they would stab him with those needles and lay him on those cold tables. The lights were so bright he could hardly bear to open his eyes. He'd only ever seen light when the man would open the shed. It hurt to move. Surely he would die soon. There was one night when the humans never left his side. Taking a breath felt like dragging a boulder up a cliff. He couldn't move if he tried. He allowed himself to drift to sleep, still taking those ragged breaths. He didn't feel the pain when he slept. A small part of his mind knew he'd never wake up. And yet...he will. A gentle breeze will ruffle his fur, and he'll find himself very much alive. He won't know where he is. He'll still feel starved and weak, and know he'd never seen anything as bright as the sun above. Above all that though, he'll also know this was much better then anything else he'd ever known. Personality; Indifferent, emotionless, uncaring; all good words to describe Jericho. Often times he appears to be a bit cold and hostile, though that really is just because his entire life was spent with little interaction around other dogs. Sure, he was with them, but no one really spoke in that horrible place. He never learned the proper way to interact, and really doesn't have any regard for others feelings. On that note, he really has no feelings himself. Completely and utterly emotionless sums him up in a nutshell. A blank stare and unchanging expression is what you find in this dog. Anger is a mystery to him, sadness an attempt at deception, joy a naive dream. The only thing he's ever known is a will to survive. Rarely does this dog even speak. When he does, it's often in short sentences. He puts what he wants to say in the shortest, simplest way possible. More often than not though, he'll just sit there quietly observing, and likely wander off without a word and never look back. Friendship is a myth to him. His own mother was simply the one who fed him in his early days. Never did he feel any sort of attachment to her, his siblings, or anyone else. He stands alone, never desiring canine contact and denying anyone trying to break through his shell. He sees no point in friends. His entire life he watched everyone he knew die off slowly. He may not remember this, but he's still convinced that if everyone he knows will slowly fade away. In accordance with this, Jericho knows nothing of loneliness. He's essentially incapable of feeling it. He's happiest alone - even though it's only a faint spark of contentment. Happiest in the dark silence of his own thoughts. Happiest far away from all forms of life, where he can simply enjoy being alone without anyone bothering him. Because of this uncaring nature, offending him or making him angry is nigh on impossible. He has no pride, he has no friends. He cares for nothing, only wishes to survive. Yet, he also knows everyone has to go someday, and will accept that readily. There's nothing to hold against him, nothing to threaten, or even an ego to crush. He's like a vacant body, without any real personality. He just goes about life with a blank expression. As for this island, Jericho will find he really has little desire to leave. There's food and drink, and warm places to sleep. That alone is more than anything he's ever known. So why leave? Appearance; The first thing one may notice when seeing this canine is the fact that he's much smaller than an English Setter ought to be. His mother was unable to provide him the nutrition he needed at a young age, so as a result, he never quite grew to be as large as he ought to have been. While many of his breed are about twenty-six inches at the shoulder, Jericho only manages to reach about twenty-two. At the present time, he's also severely skinny and malnourished. Over time he'll fill out, but for now, he's certainly not a sight for sore eyes. Even his fur has a dull, unhealthy look. There's no questioning the fact that he's been through quite a lot. Even through his obvious mistreatment though, one can still see he ought to be quite the handsome pooch. He's got a long, lithe build with strong legs that ought to cover a lot of ground, and fast, if he actually had the strength to run. Once he begins to gain the strength he ought to possess, his fur ought to loose it's dull look. It will take on a snowy white base, though his entire body shall be speckled in a rusty brown color. At the moment though, it looks a bit more like a musty grey with pale brown splotches. His eyes can be a bit disturbing to some, as they lack any sense of emotion. They're almost ghost-like, as some have described them. They're nothing but dark brown pools of nothingness. Likes & Dislikes; LIKES RAIN; It's hard to find something a dog who lacks any true emotion likes. However, Jericho does find some faint enjoyment in rain. The way it falls from the grey sky and leaves ripples on the ocean just intrigues him. WIND; One of the first things he noticed when he awoke on the island was the breeze. The shed he spent most of his life in was always hot and stuffy, but this wind he felt was cool and refreshing. He took a bit of a liking to it from the start. SOLITUDE; As mention before, Jericho thrives on solitude. Company is something he almost despises, though he doesn't quite try to avoid it. He prefers to be on his own though, in the silence, where he can just be glad he's alive. FOOD; Perhaps a bit of a given, Jericho adores food. After starving for nearly his entire life, he seems to eat whenever he has the chance. He's got a bit of a food aggression thing though, so beware. NIGHTTIME; Jericho feels at home in the night. Dark and ominous, it is much like the shed he grew up in. Not that he particularly liked that place, but he's so used to the dark that light is almost painful for him. DISLIKES SAND; When Jericho woke up on this god-forsaken island, he liked what he saw. Except for the sand. It was so gritty and stuck in his fur, especially when it got wet. If he tried to walk in it, it just gave way. He much prefers solid ground CROWDS; This goes hand-in-hand with his desire for solitude. Crowds make him a bit nervous, though it really wouldn't quite appear like that. Usually he just makes a point to quickly remove himself from them. IDIOTS; There's nothing that can bring him closer to feeling annoyance than someone who just doesn't get it. In his mind, this includes happy dogs, which pretty much means he's not a big fan of most canines. BEING WEAK; Jericho hadn't ever met a dog who wasn't as small and frail as himself before the island. Now though, he sees that he's not the way most dogs are. He wishes he was as strong as they, and not the skin-and-bones figure he is. THE SUN; After spending almost his entire life in a dark shed, the sun is blinding to him. His eyes hadn't ever adjusted to light. Due to this, he tries to keep to shaded areas during the day, as he can hardly see out in the sunlight. Goals & Desires; GOALS SURVIVAL; Perhaps the only thing Jericho truly feels strongly about. His one and only goal is survival; to live as long as possible and die at an old age. Dieing at a young age is something he fear greatly. STRENGTH; Another of Jericho's goals is to become strong. He sees the way many of the other dogs muscles ripple under their pelts, the way that they're filled out and look fit. Compared to his thin, frail, malnourished body, he feels stupid. LEAVE A MARK; Lastly, Jericho aims to leave a mark on the world. He's tired of just being 'another dog.' He hopes to be remembered by someone when he dies; to affect someone in a positive way and leave his mark in the world. DESIRES EMOTIONS; He'd never tell a soul, but Jericho wishes he understood these emotions everyone speaks of. It is true that he believes them to be a fantasy, though he still has that faint knowing that that's untrue, and desires to feel them. EXPLANATION; Though he has no desire to leave this island, he does want to know how in the world he ended up here. He'd love to thank whoever it was who brought him here - if anyone did - and ending his suffering. SAFETY; Finally, Jericho desires safety. He wishes to feel secure. Even here on this island, strange noises from that cave and hostile dogs pull a faint thread of fear from him. Those small feelings terrify him in their own way, and make him desire their disappearance. Strengths & Weaknesses; STRENGTHS INTELLIGENT; Jericho has a sharp mind. He's quick to find solutions to problems, always seems to have a witty comeback, and never seems to pause a moment before responding unless he simply doesn't care about the conversation in the slightest. DETERMINED; Once he sets his mind on something, Jericho is nearly unstoppable. Though he cares about nothing really, if he manages to find something he's determined to do, he'll do it if it kills him. WEAKNESSES WEAK; Jericho has very little strength, quite honestly. Sometimes it seems like the slightest of breezes would make him fall over. Even after he fills out and makes up for his malnourishment, he'll never be as healthy as he should be. He'll always lack stamina, and plain brute strength. He better hope he doesn't make may enemies. SOCIALLY AWKWARD; To end this life-story of his, Jericho lacks any and all social skills. He's virtually incapable of making friends until he manages to learn how to treat them. Until then, he has no one but himself. He's left to suffer on his own, with no one to pour out his worries and fears to, leaving him susceptible to losing his temper for what seems to be no apparent reason. LONER

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IZUMI , FLICK , THIRTEEN.

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ACCEPTED!