Post by leda / carolina on Mar 28, 2019 19:37:21 GMT
FOR RELATIONSHIPS/WHAT HE THINKS OF OTHER CHARACTERS, SEE THE SECOND POST ON THIS THREAD. If you want to be added to his thoughts just let me know, we just need to RP first!
CAROLINA (caro, Ina)  | LEADER OF LOS SABUESOS 5 YEARS OLD OF POTENTIAL 9 YEARS FOXHOUND/MALINOIS/KOOIKERHONDJE MALE NO MATE, NO PUPS SON OF HUTCH AND MALLORY (unknown/deceased?) |
PERSONALITY Carolina can be a kind and caring soul, and really he is, even on his more rough days. His fatal flaw is that he succumbs to stress far too much rather than overcome it, and because of this he can seem almost depressed and quite reserved. He tends to go off on his own after performing pack duties, and a perfect day to him is managing to finish organizing patrols and guard duty early so that he can go enjoy a hare leg on his dusty old mattress at Shantyplace. He does not appreciate and often will not stand for being spoken against, particularly before other dogs. He has a high intolerance for insubordination and isn't afraid to brutally prove a point by flanking or ripping off an ear, so to some who have only seen this side of him he can seem barbaric and impulsive. Really, he typically isn't, he just can get into some nasty moods and he lets the stress from his job get to him. Still, he enjoys being leader and will fight for his title. Generally he's potentially kind, mostly reserved, and also potentially harsh. If you ever get on his bad side, you can probably get right off of it by helping organize daily patrols, fetching the water in the morning, and or bringing him a hare leg. He's a simple man. HISTORY Carolina and his fellow littermates were bred to hunt. His father was an intelligent and tough shepherd mutt. His mother was a beautiful, intelligent kooikerhondje. Their owners did not wish for pureblood or beauty. They wanted defense around their property, and hounds with the ability to hunt. Alongside this, they counted on receiving some money for producing fit little pups. Their wishes were met. The two largest males in the litter were kept however, the other four sold. Carolina was one of these pups. His brother, Indin, was the more troublesome one. An imaginative little fellow. He followed commands, but only of their owner, not their beloved parents. He’d often leave their tiny farm to talk with other dogs among the area. This was not just one of his puppy quirks, for it carried on for many months. The sneaking out, lying the next day… Carolina covering for him. On Indin and Carolina’s first birthday, Indin left the yard again. But he did not come back this time. Neither did a couple of other farmland dogs. The next evening, worry struck the household, particularly his mother. So Carolina and his father, Hutch, decided they’d tend to her worries and investigate the area. It was found that he had fallen to the tales told around the area of the grand pack of dogs, Los Sabuesos, who withstand the wild with their heads held high. Hutch pressed on, begging for their location, where this group of “savages” lay. An old Bernard answered him, but not as directly as Hutch and Carolina had hoped. He told them base instructions and directions, but he ended them with something the two found odd, almost unsettling. “But once you hit the highway, you’re on your own. You can choose to leave your home and seek the pack out, but in the end, it is Los Sabuesos who chooses you. If they want you there, they will find you… walk the road by day.” Hutch was prepared to give up. With such indirect instructions, and the possibility of encountering wild and rabid strays resting on his shoulders, he couldn’t help but feel his son was a lost cause. Old age was also beginning to hit Hutch, and Indin could be anywhere by then. But Carolina and his mother lovingly pushed on. It was decided she would stay, and father and son would travel together in search of dear Indin. She was expecting another litter after all, she wasn’t fit for travel. But she wanted her son back. And so they did, only a few hours after, and after a large meal and plenty of water. And for young Carolina, plenty of trips to the bathroom. It would be a long walk from Utah to New Mexico, and they knew this quite well. Three days of travelling showed no signs of Indin. Houses they walked by that had watchdogs claimed they had seen a dog who looked just like them travelling a day before, but this would mean Indin was still a day’s journey away from them at all times. But at least he was still alive. The father and son’s interest in the pack seemed to grow, but their interest in Indin’s well-being was far greater. On the fourth day, as the highway was only one more day’s walk, Hutch collapsed under the hot sun. Carolina stopped at his father’s side and tried to tend to him. Hutch insisted he was fine. He told him that he knew the way fine and well, and that any time they stopped was more time that Indin had to get into trouble or get further away. Through forced words and unsteady breathing, Hutch told Carolina he would catch up, or find somewhere to rest and meet him and Indin soon enough. Ina shakily and hesitantly agreed; he had never been away from his family before, but what other choice was there? So he pressed on down the road, in desperate search of Indin. His paws walked lonesomely down the highway, and every few steps he checked to see if his father was behind him. Until finally… Carolina decided to stop and rest on the dirt filled road. He found the closest thing to shade he could find, and he tiredly rested as dusk was soon to approach. As he finally began to rest, he heard two voices. Strangers voices. He looked up and was startled to see a Rott-mutt, a small Pinscher terrier mix, a brilliantly large great dane, and a skinny, scarred hound investigating him. The first words he could make out came from the Rott-mutt, who seemed to be in charge. “He’s alive. But barely… looks a lot like that new fellow, don’t he?” Carolina was timid and he was exhausted, not to mention starving and dehydrated. He let out a puny growl and tried to stand up, but his legs quickly gave. The search party carried him back to camp. He was placed before the pack and given a small amount of water and food. As he lay there rejuvenating, a familiar smell approached. His tail wagged like the first time he was able to run in a field. But Carolina seemed to sink down a bit when he realized his brother was, by the seams of it, annoyed and upset. The first words he spoke to his brother, whom he hadn’t seen in days? “Tailtucker… couldn’t find yer own food?” This was followed by a shake of his head, like a disappointed mother. It was like he couldn’t even look at his dear brother. He walked off, and Carolina could feel his heart breaking in his chest, wondering what had become of his brother in such a short amount of time. The pack looked on at their small interaction. Some chuckling at what seemed to be a harmless sibling feud. Some were surprised at the harshness of Indin. Days followed. There was no sight of Hutch. Carolina knew there was no going back, he had come all of this way, so he decided he’d go with the flow until he was able to get close enough to Indin to convince him to turn back. Part of this going with the flow, included following training and functioning rather well with the pack. He himself became surprised at what he was capable of; he could spar fairly well, and he was excellent at tracking and hunting potential prey. This drove poor Indin mad with jealousy. How dare he come here, not even knowing or appreciating what the pack stood for, and begin to train under them? More than anything, he disliked that he was nearing better than him. He was receiving more attention. And Indin was desperate to get his attention back. So about two weeks into Carolina’s arrival, Indin approached him. Carolina grew happy and his tail wagged at this, his brother finally deciding to talk with him. “Indin! I actually have been waitin’ to talk--” Carolina was cut off by a low growl from Indin. “I’m flanking you. You can’t back out. Lets go.” Carolina cocked his head in confusion, not understanding what flanking was exactly. But he agreed, figuring it was either a fun game or part of his training. His tail wagged and he stood up. But he seemed to grow a little anxious as he heard whispers from the pack, who backed away to give them space. Regardless, Carolina got into a playful stance, like a little pup. Indin lunged forward, but not in an equally playful manner. In fact, his action was accompanied by a vocal snarl. Carolina flinched and felt teeth meet his throat. He yelped and squirmed, his eyes wide. It quickly occurred to him that Indin did not intend to play. He was intent on a fight. Carolina twisted his body so as to kick his brother in the gut, forcing Indin off of him. “What’re ya doin’? I don’t want to do this with you.” Indin spoke no words. He lunged forward again, but Carolina quickly sidestepped him and shook his head. “Indin, I really don’t want--” Indin lunged quickly, headbutting Carolina in the chest and dangerously winding him. Carolina lay gasping for breath. Indin stood over him and went to bite down onto his back paw to twist it, but Carolina instead kicked him with great force in the head. Indin yelped, then growled. “Indin, I said stop! What would mama or pops think?” Indin chuckled. “They’d think yer bein’ weak!” Carolina grew weary and upset at his brother’s statement. He thought about pops, who never returned. He thought about mama, who would spend the rest of her days always wondering what became of them. In mid thought, Indin lurched forward, clamping onto the side of Carolina’s neck. Carolina reacted immediately. He shoved to his right, the side where Indin had clamped onto. He shoved Indin’s head as hard as he could onto the nearest rock tall rock. By this time, the pack had begun to either gasp, or cheer the pair on with howls and barks. Indin didn’t move. He looked as though he was preparing to throw up from the impact. But Carolina had gotten carried away, and the egging on from the pack didn’t help. He grabbed him by the neck and clamped down as hard as he could, and began to slam Indin’s head repeatedly onto the rock by ravenously shaking him to and fro. After the fourth blow against the rock, Carolina heard an audible crack. The pack fell silent. He pulled back, his brother no longer kicking, but instead motionless and quiet as can be. Carolina began to breath heavily as he took a step back, hesitant to see what had caused this silence. Blood dripped from his jowels, and his world began to spin. Indin, whom he had worked so hard to find and become close to, now lay dead at Carolina’s feet. “Oh mama, papa…” Carolina quietly choked out, “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to…” The pack began to cheer and howl, for this was quite the sight. But Carolina certaintly didn’t feel as excited as they did. He felt like he wanted to vanish, or at least throw up. He left his brother’s body there beneath the sun, and he walked off to find somewhere to whimper, to console himself. He had to do it, right? The pack however, was not aware this was unintentional. What it appeared to onlookers was that this dog had killed his own brother for respect and dominance. Some rumor started that the fight was just over a piece of food. This of course wasn’t true. Carolina wasn’t sure what to do. He couldn’t go back… what would he tell mama? And the walk back, there’s no way he’d remember it. So he stayed, and he became one with the pack. Carolina enjoyed the “street cred” from his encounter with his brother, he figured he could do with seeming tough around the pack if he was going to remain there, and so he continued living the lie that he had ‘bravely’ and relentlessly killed Indin for a piece of food. And at this point in his time with the pack, instead of hoping for Hutch’s return, he greatly feared it… A few months past his brother’s killing, Carolina had made a name for himself in the pack. He had passed his initiation, showing that he could hold his own. He knew the code, and he truly respected it, because it was now all he had and all he could stand for. It was his life’s only constant. This was his home now, despite what it had taken from him. The leader of the pack at the time, Molly, could feel her respect drifting away. And she did not like a young male being skilled at the things she was supposed to be skilled at. She wasn’t afraid of Carolina, no one really was. But she was afraid of losing dominance or respect. She had to make a point. So she challenged Carolina to a flank. The word “flank” haunted Carolina, and he gulped. The leader was a bulky pitbull, and she had a reputation. One that she was probably intent on upholding. But one cannot refuse a flank, as the law says. Kicks, bites, and scratches were thrown. Carolina’s leg was fractured towards the end. I already wrote out an entire fight scene, please don’t make me do it again you get the point. Carolina was eventually victorious as he bit onto her eye and began to sink his teeth as much as he could, perhaps even as deep as her skull. Molly was strong, and Carolina likely was no stronger. But this wasn’t her lucky day. “I give,” the leader said. Carolina kept thrashing, once again in the heat of the moment, especially with the pack behind him cheering the fight on. Molly began to yelp, almost scream. “I give, I said I give! Please, I give!” Carolina pulled his teeth away, her eye now no longer… in use, to say the least. She cowered backward and walked away with her tail tucked. This was one of the packs’ ways of saying “you’re in charge now, I’m sorry.” Carolina became wide eyed at this. If she was the leader, and she lost… did that mean? It did. Because from that day on, the pack answered to Carolina, and the more he realized he had power and control of his life for once, the more intent he became on enforcing the law and his own dominance. THEME SONGS "I wish I was a simple man Trying hard I’m doing the best that I can On my own If I had a second chance I'd go back And mend all the things that I could have Back at home" Brand New - Simple Man “there's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water or the trouble that you're in you're dancin' with your demons baby you forgot your former lie…” The Builders and the Butchers - Bringin’ Home the Rain “Should have known, they'd be right Should have known, that i'm a mistake Should have seen, the holy ghost But not for me, no it's for your sake…” Joshua James - Surrender “Brothers our troubles are Locked in each others arms And you better pray That they never find you Cause your back ain't strong enough Burdens doublefold They'd crush you down Down into nothing…” Colter Wall - Nothin’ “I wish I had the strength to go But it's a long and hateful road And I just now got to feelin' at home And the frost you put on me…” Tyler Childers - Deadman’s Curve “everyone's afraid of me they'll never see that we all leave the same damn blood each night so you'll go your way and i'll go mine i hope we meet later on down the line” Andrew Jackson Jihad - Sense, Sensibility credit to Laura of Adox |