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Starstruck -> RE: Felicity -A Tale of Thieves- OOC (AQ) (7/20/2014 1:21:04)
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Yeah it's not my fault it died but I'm gonna try to help this happen!!!!
Name: Olaf
Race: Human
Age: 15
Appearance: Well into the bloom of adolescence, Olaf has sprouted from the skinny, short child he was just a few short years ago. Even at six feet in height, he has a few more inches left in him, to the dismay of his clothing, which is constantly in tatters from lack of funds. Despite this, his life of crime has been majorly successful, and the fuel for all this growth is a steady diet of fruits and animals from the countryside, assisted by General Yaps, a capable hunting dog. Muscular but lean, Olaf is ever so slightly gaunt and appears to want a few hearty meals, but seems to be doing fairly well as nutrition goes.
Olaf has white-blond hair and deep brown eyes, and his pale skin has been repeatedly scorched by the sun into something resembling a tan and covered in a thick layer of mud and grime despite the change in scenery from rural to urban. His wide shoulders, despite the overall lack of real substance to the rest of the lad, gives him an oddly imposing figure, which he accidentally mitigates by slouching all the time.
Equipment: Always carries around a few odds and ends – rope, smoke bombs, a knife in each boot, and a key ring. This last is carefully labelled and can open many doors and trapdoors around the city.
History: Olaf doesn’t like to talk about his past. Having been abandoned by his parents, he was shuffled through the orphanage system and had many different group-homes in the span of a few short years.
In what became his final year of orphanage, Olaf found a two-month old feral puppy. Instantly connecting with the dog and sympathizing with its heritage (that is to say, none), Olaf summarily adopted the dog and fed him scraps from the table whenever he could. Right from the start, the newly christened Yaps showed remarkable intelligence and aptitude for tricks. The small black-and-white furball rapidly learned to sit, stay, lie in wait, play dead, pee on command, fetch, respond to “Yaps,” and pounce. Not too long after, Yaps learned to associate each trick with a particular whistle or hand motion. Soon, though, Olaf grew ambitious. Yaps’ boundless energy and incredible aptitude for learning was turning the cogs in the young boy’s mind, and one quiet March evening, after lights out, the matron noticed that Olaf was not in his bed. The only farewell he gave was a single, “Yaps, speak!” and a formal, throaty bark.
Living in the wilderness was no easy feat, but it was not impossible by any means. Yaps showed promise as a hunter, and would catch small animals where he could. Without formal training, Olaf could not build traps or set snares, but he did have a dog who would respond perfectly to his movements and whistles. Together, they ate well.
When Olaf eventually found himself in the city, he plunged in without a second thought, thinking it was better than hoping they’d catch a squirrel for a half-full tummy later on that evening. Instead, he found a living hell of crime and punishment – or the evasion thereof – with only the guild to raise him. Hardy, clever, and with General Yaps by his side, Olaf found himself rapidly thriving in the hostile environment of thievery, though not without its cost. His large stature was horribly suited towards sneaking and skulking, and indeed if it wasn't for the constant presence and assistance of the dog, it's doubtful that Olaf could have survived the first few months. His bulk repeatedly proved itself a drawback in almost every conceivable way, especially in a place where direct confrontation was so far from a possibility as to be a totally worthless idea.
Name: Gen. Yaps
Race: Dog
Breed: Border Collie
Age: 5
Appearance: General Yaps is about 2 feet high at the shoulder, black and white, with friendly, cropped ears and an expressive face and demeanor. His warm, brown eyes are full of love and friendship, but have a cunning gleam that makes one wonder just how much the dog actually understands. Black and white, with deep, soulful eyes, General Yaps is an ordinary dog in almost every conceivable way. He's also the Good Boy mentioned in the ancient scrolls; the prophecy goes as such:
"Who is a Good Boy? Who is a Good Boy? Who is a Good Boy?"
General Yaps is the Good Boy incarnate, come to serve his master faithfully and protect him at all costs
Skills and Abilities: Well-trained in the arts of deception and trickery, he is not only capable of creating distractions but also of carrying out minor mischiefs himself, particularly pickpocketing or fruit-stand thievery. For more complicated heists, however, he is content to leave things up to the ones with fingers and opposable thumbs. Most remarkably, his main training was in wilderness survival until just a few short months ago; Gen. Yaps is a remarkably quick learner. He is also an expert therapist, pillow, travelling companion, sparring opponent, partner in crime, and friend.
Yaps’ List of Tricks: Sit, Stay, Lie Down, Play Dead, Pounce, Attack, Scare, Act Threatening, Strafe Right, Strafe Left, Advance, Retreat, RETREAT!!!, Growl, Speak, Howl, Faster, Slower, Fetch, Go Get [person], Go To [person], Protect [person], Tabletop, Go For Ankles, Go For Center of Gravity, Go For Head, Steal [tap or point at a thing], Stay Quiet, Heel, and Wave (used for taunting).
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