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_{"You will never do anything in this world without courage. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honor."

-Aristotle

Date: July 27th, 2016
>> Modified:
(July 29th, 2016) --> Added RP Tracker, Nassir is officially a member.

= Personal Information =

Full Name: Nassir
Meaning: Protector
Origin: Arabic
Pronunciation: Nah-ser
Nickname/Alias: Nassir, Nas
Sex: Male
Rank: Dim
Descendant Line: Trapper

Voice: www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGQxNz… | Chris Hemsworth
Theme Song: N/A

= Appearance Information =

Age: 4 years (2 months)
Breeds:
Mother: Athletic, Lean, Colorful
    APBT (35%) | Catahoula (10%) | Belgian Malinois (15%)
Father: Thick Coat, Strong, XL
    Dogo Argentino (15%), Bear Coated Shar Pei (15%), Great Dane (10%)

Color: Sable merle with tan points and irregular piebald
Eye Color: Yellow-Green
Weight & Height: 28" | 165lbs

Type of Build: A bear, but with longer legs...
Nassir is fairly large, heavy, but lean enough to not be overly weighed down, and is more leg than mass. His head is very big almost like that of a bear's, with a wide muzzle and drooped jowls, moderate sized soft greenish eyes, with ripped ears. He is not deaf on his right ear, but his hearing is slightly impaired. His neck is thick and moderate to his size, covered in heavy mostly white fur that carries down his chest and thins out towards his torso and hindquarters. His skin overall is fairly loose, and creates many wrinkles but is not saggy. His body is very athletic and trim, with powerful shoulders and hindquarters, thick legs and tight paws. His tail is naturally stumpy, covered in a decent amount of fluff.
Smell: Very earthy mixed with fresh rubber

Handicaps/Disabilities: N/A

= Personality Information =

Overview:
  Nassir is a natural born leader, his willingness to dive into unruly situations combined with his self-earned confidence has made him more willing to lead the blind, the afraid, and the less tenacious. He almost never takes advantage of his positions in life, and is not always the quickest to challenge others. Though he's strong and a naturally manipulative canine, he knows that having an ear for the people will carry him much further than the more violent and oppressing. Though he is a leader, he also relinquishes some of his rights in order to find safety among others, and as no opposition to fight with others that carry on in his personal space. He's a patient and solemn male, it can often take a lot to really anger him, however, that entirely depends on the situations he's in. With those who mean well he can often times excuse their behavior; with those that intentionally out to harm him, he will often times fight back in defense, and is not the most fun male to fight with. When he sees red, he will go on for a long while, it can be hard to take him from level 10 back to 0. So please, this dog should be regarded as a fight free zone.
  Perhaps his brave nature can lead him into trouble. He is not only brave in the sense that he will jump off a cliff to see what's at the bottom, but his mouth is pretty brave too. Nassir has a very small filter for what he says, and can often times be seen as blunt and too forward. He has an immensely difficult time trying to relate emotionally, and will usually only see the logical and objective perspective of things. It is not that he is emotionally reserved, or doesn't want to share, it's that he can't honestly hold onto emotions. In a sense, he lacks strong feelings altogether, and will resort to mimicking others to seem normal. He also tends to feel a lack of remorse and guilt for seemingly bad things he's done; he chalks it up as something that 'needed' to happen in order to keep the peace. Some might call him sadistic at times, but he doesn't see it as so. To him, he is the sane one.
  Being engaging with others is not a difficult thing to do for Nassir, he can talk you in circles if you start a conversation with him, but he really isn't saying much of anything. A smile and a talk about the weather will get people to like him soon enough. Often he sees others as collections and connections, everyone is important to know because they could be useful later on, so make sure to charm them. He can become very possessive if he can get close enough to someone, which has led him into many "issues" in his past. He likes to plant seeds of hope, doubt, happiness, sadness, and other into people's heads. He will never have a true definite agenda for others, but that doesn't mean he can't point them in the "right" directions. Blood is rarely on his hands.
  Those things being said, Nassir is extremely protective, and anyone who's not out to kill him he won't be out to kill either [usually...]. He can keep those around him very safe, provide them with things like food, and make them feel hopeful about their otherwise miserable lives in this cold and daunting world. He can provide company and companionship, and has the tolerance of a blind, deaf, defanged circus animal.

Nature: Intelligent

Alignment: Lawful Evil
"This alignment refers to characters who practice finely crafted evil. They’re referred to as “The Dominator” because they are diabolical juggernauts who believe in common lawful traits like loyalty and order, but have no regard for life."

The Good:
Listener | Attentive | Analyzing
Listening and observing is the easiest thing you could do, plus you learn more about your potential connections.
Solemn | Uniform | Confident
It's harder to be crass than to just look good, I always stay dignified unless I just can't help myself. I know how to act, what to do, and I don't hesitate about my decisions.
Protector | Leadership | Loyal
The sheep of the world need a herder, I suppose it'll be me, so I must watch them and keep them save from the wolves that stalk them.

The Bad:
Liar | Disingenuous | Manipulative
What do people get out of what they think is the truth anyway? Better just to keep their minds at ease, I don't really care if they catch me in my tracks, I'll make new ones anyway I see fit.
Charming | Engaging | Deceiving
I don't know if I really like you, but as long as you're useful to me then you're the most interesting person I've ever met. Don't be upset if this doesn't work out in the end.
   Lack of Emotions
I can certainly feel things, I'm just not sure it's what everyone else feels, in fact I know it isn't...

Optimist or Pessimist: Both, but more so optimist.
  Why? >> Nassir believes that in order to keep people close and keep people moving forward he must blurt out something hopeful now and again, plus no one likes a regular debbie downer.
Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert
  Why? >> He has no issues speaking to others, while he doesn't usually seek attention, he is not angry when it comes his way. It is always better to have a herd group of peers.

Drives & Motives: Mostly survival, to watch over others, he's almost desperate to find real connection and emotion.

Pet Peeves:
Overly Aggressive types - He finds them annoying, and they're usually the ones who start fights with him.
Overly Emotional types - He can't even pretend to relate with them.
People that mentally challenge him - He likes to be the hunter, never the hunted.
The dark and the cold - He just hates it.

Mental Illness: n/a

= Stats =

Health Points: 10 (HP)

> Strength: (str) 12
>Dexterity: (dex) 12
>Intelligence: (int) 10
>Wisdom: (wis) 10
>Constitution: 10

= Background Information =

.Start of Life.
Born to a couple that had no love for one another, but for some reason were drawn to each other. It was as easily heard by the small pack members surrounding as it was by a young Nassir, the break of his two parents. From their "den" which was a broken down van with no wheels to its name, rusted red paint with just one green door; it resonated throughout the small community about Morana's unwillingness to express her true intentions for being with Nassir's father, Amjaad. All the young Nassir could remember that day, sitting in the backseat, looking through a hole in the cup-holder backing at the two arguing in the back of the truck, was that they weren't - or at least Amjaad was not happy. The large mastiff mutt pacing back and forth with intense hurt in his gold eyes, asking the odd hypothetical that Morana never liked. "What happened to him?", "Was it you?", "Why are you like this?". Accompanied by heavy breathing a few growls, and the occasional loving but sad smile given to keep Nassir at ease. Maybe it was about his other ear. The black merle female distinctly ignored him, looking out into the darkness from the van window as Amjaad's shadow passed over it, back and forth. She often wouldn't say anything, but would say, "It's alright", "Stop asking such silly questions, of course not", "You're paranoid, Amjaad". Today she spoke no words, other than two harsh, and forever rememberable words,
"I'm leaving".
In that moment, Amjaad had nothing more to do but stop pacing and look at her in disblief, and without another word from his unsure and angered lips, she placed her muzzle falsely affectionate next to his ear,
"Don't follow me and die here. In your own pathetic waste."
She spoke with admirable conviction, enough to almost send silence into the rest of the gossiping and eavesdropping pack. Amjaad let out a scoff of confusion looking her dead in her icy green eyes, but she never said anything more, and neither did he though she could see it in his eyes that he wanted to say "why" one more time. That's exactly what she meant, to leave him questioning. Amjaad's eyes lowered from her's, and she left from the van, climbing over the backseat and leaving out the broken window, not even looking to Nassir once. She'd almost stepped on him if he didn't move out of her way quick enough. The pup could only look to his father for some sort of direction, but Amjaad was sitting with his back towards Nassir, too struck with heartbreak to even attend to his child. Still not entirely sure of what was happening, Nassir followed his mother out of the window, padding gently behind her bold and quiet footsteps. She let him follow too, so he kept on quietly, never looking back at the pack they left behind. He'd heard his name shouted by Amjaad's shaking voice, and he'd look back then, but never long enough to let Morana out of his sight, until he just didn't hear the voice anymore.

.Before the Pack.
Morana more or less reluctantly raised Nassir, teaching him practical things like hunting and crafting, finding water and light. The two went from pack to pack, but were usually out their way out as soon as they went in. In their spare time, Morana taught him how to skin animals, and how to create makeshift traps; often they'd just watch animals struggle in their traps. The two were never really close, but Nassir knew his mother was the only one who understood him, and he understood her. They rarely spoke casually. At the age of 1 year and a few months, Nassir woke up with no mother in sight. Perhaps she had got tired of him too, and Nassir wanted to feel sad that she was not there anymore, but couldn't, he had to keep moving or die alone.
Nassir made few homes with packs, mostly he strayed from lone female to lone female to do *cough* Nassir things. He can recount having a litter or two, but never really stuck around long enough for the pup's eyes to open. He usually made sure to give a nearby pack wind that there was a stranded female back his way, nothing more.
     After spending almost 3 years on his own, Nassir failed in many other small pack settings. It was always too much of a family and less of a pack. Everyone knew each other, and eventually others would send him funny looks, and stray from his conversations,so he'd leave. Though now he was getting tired of wandering, of the same routine he played he was annoyed, frustrated, and not stimulated enough. He needed a larger pack, he needed a system he could infiltrate, and he needed others around him for a good long time.

.Coming to the Pack.
Yet to happen.

= Relationships =

Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single

.Mate.
Name of Character | Description of Relationship.

.Family.
1. Amjaad | Father | Very loving and kind, but stern and angered easily. Knew his father briefly and never had ill in his heart.
2. Morana | Mother | Oddly nurturing and dependable, relates closely to her but never really got to know her. Angered her easily to the point of violence, tore both of his ears.

.Pack Mates.
1. Name of Character | Description of Relationship.

.Other.
1. Name of Character | Description of Relationship.

Roleplay Example =

(969 words total)

  It was far now, the shouting Nassir had once heard had ceased, yet part of him wanted to still hear it. It hadn't hit him until now that his father was not walking alongside his mother, or behind the pup, like he almost always would. Batting at his small self, and giving Nassir reluctant but wanted playtime. After all none of the other pups, who were older than the mottled male would ever give him the time of day. They often mocked him and mocked his parents, saying what Nassir could only assume to be unkind things. Amjaad said, "Never let it trouble you, little shepherd - those, well...those pups mean well, they're just being young fools. You'll be one too one day, we all do stupid things when we're blissfully new to this world." So Nassir never let it get to him, and had hoped one day he would turn it on those 'young fools', and make them retract any statements they ever made. His green eyes fell on his mother again as she walked in silence ahead of him. They always called her a pyschopath, but he'd be damned if he knew what that meant. Amjaad always said it just meant she was quiet and kind of mean. Nassir considered himself quiet and kind of mean too, and in regards he'd usually ask his father if he'd agree but now his big, fluffy white guardian wasn't here.

"Momma?"

  His calm voice finally peeked out as he followed the string of light coming from his mother's collar. When she didn't answer, he repeated himself, speaking up loudly so she could hear. He studied her and saw her ears flick as his voice carried over, and he waited for a 'Yes dear', 'What is it', really anything that would have given him the social go ahead to continue. However nothing came from her, so Nassir began to speak more anyway,

"Momma, why did you rip my ea-"

  The young pup reared back until he was in a sitting position, looking upwards as his quick and shadow like mother. Puffs of white left her nose, touching the cold air, as she stared dominantly back into her blood boy's eyes.There now, he felt just like he father, confused and wanting to speak again but didn't, lowering his somewhat fearful gaze and trying to curl up in a tiny self. Yet he could still feel his mother's warm breath on his head, she only got closer as he got lower, so he stopped moving all together and looked up at her again.
The two held their gaze with each other for a long time, and the way Morana looked at him made his hairs stand up on his back, and made his chest get tight, and the cold air struck through his fur and rattled his small bones.

"Do you know why I left him.
"...dad?"
"Yes.
"No...

  She stared at Nassir a long while again, but he refused to follow up his reply with a why.

"Those who ask why are followers, they are sheep laid upon this planet for wolves to kill. Those who ask why not, are shepherds. They lead the sheep and must protect the sheep, because they are not afraid to move forward."

  Nassir swallowed her words mentally and let them sit as he watched her, it was really so rare that she spoke to him like the pack leaders would speak to each other. He didn't fully understand it but his mind told him to listen, and told him to treasure what she spoke to him.

"...then there are the wolves, who do not ask why or why not. Wolves do not ask for rationality, they just take what they want and do away with what they don't. Wolves to not look to follow sheep, they eat the sheep, bones, fur, and all.

  He quietly looked to his feet, she did not have to say more. She was a wolf in dog's clothing, and his father was a sheep trying to get along with its killer. Though Nassir understood somewhat now he still felt conflicted, shuffling his feet in the wet compacted dirt,

"Am I a sheep?"
"You're a pup, you know no better than to follow."
"So I could be a shepherd? Or a wolf?"
"Be whatever your father wasn't."

  But Nassir liked his father to some degree, albeit, weak man but with plenty of heart that maybe only a puppy could love. Nassir felt uneasy about his mother, she was violent, but she was smart and strong. The more he sat there shuffling his paws and making tiny paw prints, he figured he didn't want to be a sheep or a wolf. The only ok option was the shepherd because the shepherd feared none and helped those who were too stupid. He pushed himself to his paws, and looked towards Morana, she looked back at him before turning back to the path ahead and continuing to walk. He followed, his stomach beginning to growl, which startled him so he ran closer into Morana's light. Trotting and looking up at her occasionally, but she didn't look down at him.

"Did you love him?"
"No.
"Do you love me?"
"...stop Nassir."

  So he stopped, lowering his head, sniffing the ground as they walked. A wolf can't love a sheep, Nassir wondered what a shepherd could love then. He supposed shepherds could like sheep, but not love them, hate wolves but not fear them. He guessed shepherds didn't get to love, it must be a sheep thing. Nassir decided then he would be a shepherd, how good he'd be at it, he wasn't sure now, but he'd never be his parents.

= Availability =

Timezone: PDT

Hours Available: Currently anytime between 8am-10pm
Types of Availability: Chat > Skype > Notes

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htfshimmer

Nov 27, 2016

He looks so interesting!