Post by Patch on Jul 19, 2014 7:50:30 GMT
"Hey, no pain, no gain."
Tripod
Circle: Earth
Age: 15
Skills: Athletic, strong (at least for a puppy), great digger
Weaknesses: His missing limb can hold him back in some circumstances
Friends: None really, so far
Family: Birth family is unknown; adoptive family is Pongo, Perdita and their other 98 pups.
Enemies: Cruella, left for RP
Brief History: Never really a popular pup; Tripod was born in a pet shop in London with the significant birth defect of having one entire front leg missing. While his mother coddled him while she was able, behind her back Tripod’s siblings often jeered at ‘old three-leg’, who no human would ever dream of adopting when they could have perfect specimens – such as themselves. The taunting didn’t get much better when they were separated from their mother and put out on the shop floor to be sold.
Sure enough, the other pups’ predictions came true. Within days, they had all been taken off to loving homes, leaving Tripod all alone; it seemed they were right, that no-one wanted a defective puppy.
It was about that time that Tripod decided he ought to take matters into his own paws. He became determined – some might say obsessed – with proving that he was just as much a dog as his siblings had been; hour after hour would find him honing his body in every way he could, from running laps around his cage to doing push-ups with whatever he could find. After a few weeks, his work seemed to pay off as an admittedly creepy lady entered the shop, took one look at him, and brought him.
Tripod’s idea that she might have seen some worth in him lasted only as long as it took him to realise that he wasn’t being taken home as a pet; he was dumped in an old house with a mass of other Dalmatians. Feeling dejected, and scared that he’d be laughed at for his lack of leg again, Tripod made no attempt to mingle and – aside from being approached once or twice by a little runty pup with a blue collar, who didn’t seem to be put off by his missing limb – kept to himself.
It was only after the ninety-nine of them had been rescued by her parents and brought back to their home in London that Tripod began to realise that maybe he’d misjudged this particular group. Most of the pups he hung out with seemed to think his missing limb was ‘cool’; and even when they heard it was a birth defect rather than something he’d lost in a heroic adventure, few were discouraged. Along with Roger taking a liking to him and giving him a name that cast his three legs in a positive light, Tripod quickly became much more sure of himself and, feeling now as though standing out wasn’t such a bad thing, took to wearing his distinctive sweatband.
It was a few days after he’d noticed a few of the others heading out that Tripod received his own letter inviting him to the same academy they’d left for. Deciding that it couldn’t hurt, the three-legged dal followed in their pawsteps.
Skills: Athletic, strong (at least for a puppy), great digger
Weaknesses: His missing limb can hold him back in some circumstances
Friends: None really, so far
Family: Birth family is unknown; adoptive family is Pongo, Perdita and their other 98 pups.
Enemies: Cruella, left for RP
Brief History: Never really a popular pup; Tripod was born in a pet shop in London with the significant birth defect of having one entire front leg missing. While his mother coddled him while she was able, behind her back Tripod’s siblings often jeered at ‘old three-leg’, who no human would ever dream of adopting when they could have perfect specimens – such as themselves. The taunting didn’t get much better when they were separated from their mother and put out on the shop floor to be sold.
Sure enough, the other pups’ predictions came true. Within days, they had all been taken off to loving homes, leaving Tripod all alone; it seemed they were right, that no-one wanted a defective puppy.
It was about that time that Tripod decided he ought to take matters into his own paws. He became determined – some might say obsessed – with proving that he was just as much a dog as his siblings had been; hour after hour would find him honing his body in every way he could, from running laps around his cage to doing push-ups with whatever he could find. After a few weeks, his work seemed to pay off as an admittedly creepy lady entered the shop, took one look at him, and brought him.
Tripod’s idea that she might have seen some worth in him lasted only as long as it took him to realise that he wasn’t being taken home as a pet; he was dumped in an old house with a mass of other Dalmatians. Feeling dejected, and scared that he’d be laughed at for his lack of leg again, Tripod made no attempt to mingle and – aside from being approached once or twice by a little runty pup with a blue collar, who didn’t seem to be put off by his missing limb – kept to himself.
It was only after the ninety-nine of them had been rescued by her parents and brought back to their home in London that Tripod began to realise that maybe he’d misjudged this particular group. Most of the pups he hung out with seemed to think his missing limb was ‘cool’; and even when they heard it was a birth defect rather than something he’d lost in a heroic adventure, few were discouraged. Along with Roger taking a liking to him and giving him a name that cast his three legs in a positive light, Tripod quickly became much more sure of himself and, feeling now as though standing out wasn’t such a bad thing, took to wearing his distinctive sweatband.
It was a few days after he’d noticed a few of the others heading out that Tripod received his own letter inviting him to the same academy they’d left for. Deciding that it couldn’t hurt, the three-legged dal followed in their pawsteps.
