Post by Dreambig on Jan 19, 2009 3:00:40 GMT -5
:: PERSONAL ::
Character Name: Crash
Gender: Male
Breed: Doberman Pinscher
Age: 3
:: INFORMATION ::
Image:
Bow wow
Appearance:
Crash is dark chocolate in coloring, with tan markings - as can be seen. He has a collar that has remained since he escaped from his two legs. He has various scars from battles, or simply stupidness, but none are worse then the others.
Personality:
He is a rule-breaker, a complete and total bad-ass really. He does what he wants, when he wants and could care less what others think about him. He's a dare-devil, and he'll try anything at least once if not more. If you are looking for adventure, he is the dog to know. Crash is hard-headed, and hardly listens to anyone but himself. He has always been one to break off from the group to do something himself, and he prefers to lone then be with others most of the time. His constant aggresion has made him not very well liked, but he doesn't mind. In fact, he wants the others to be scared of him.
History:
Crash does not have a amazing history or anything, so if that's what you are looking for then look somewhere else.
Crash was born to a breeding kennel for doberman pinschers, so he was only on this earth for money. Which, as soon as he was old enough they got for him. He was strong, and built perfectly, so other breeders were willing to pay top dollar for him. He was with his first owner for almost one year, they trained him, and got him ready for breeding - but decided they were going to sell their doberman pinschers for another breed and sold him. His seonc downer was not so nice like the first had been. He beat the poor dog when he did something right and beat him harder when he did something wrong. Crash ended up getting angerier and angerier, the man who owned him noticed this, and felt to rushed to sell him, but to no avail. Dobermans were not selling like they used to, even one with perfect conformation, and once perfect temperment. He ended up attacking his owner one night when the man went to beat him again, after that the pound came to get him, he dodged the controls and fled the scene. Leaving the city, where he was a wanted dog. He was two by then, and figured out a way to live by himself, for himself..and that's how Crash became Crash..
Relations: He never knew his family, because as I said he was born in a kennel and never had a chance to really meet them long enough to remember them.
:: THE ROLE PLAYER ::
RP example:
[/color]Character Name: Crash
Gender: Male
Breed: Doberman Pinscher
Age: 3
:: INFORMATION ::
Image:
Bow wow
Appearance:
Crash is dark chocolate in coloring, with tan markings - as can be seen. He has a collar that has remained since he escaped from his two legs. He has various scars from battles, or simply stupidness, but none are worse then the others.
Personality:
He is a rule-breaker, a complete and total bad-ass really. He does what he wants, when he wants and could care less what others think about him. He's a dare-devil, and he'll try anything at least once if not more. If you are looking for adventure, he is the dog to know. Crash is hard-headed, and hardly listens to anyone but himself. He has always been one to break off from the group to do something himself, and he prefers to lone then be with others most of the time. His constant aggresion has made him not very well liked, but he doesn't mind. In fact, he wants the others to be scared of him.
History:
Crash does not have a amazing history or anything, so if that's what you are looking for then look somewhere else.
Crash was born to a breeding kennel for doberman pinschers, so he was only on this earth for money. Which, as soon as he was old enough they got for him. He was strong, and built perfectly, so other breeders were willing to pay top dollar for him. He was with his first owner for almost one year, they trained him, and got him ready for breeding - but decided they were going to sell their doberman pinschers for another breed and sold him. His seonc downer was not so nice like the first had been. He beat the poor dog when he did something right and beat him harder when he did something wrong. Crash ended up getting angerier and angerier, the man who owned him noticed this, and felt to rushed to sell him, but to no avail. Dobermans were not selling like they used to, even one with perfect conformation, and once perfect temperment. He ended up attacking his owner one night when the man went to beat him again, after that the pound came to get him, he dodged the controls and fled the scene. Leaving the city, where he was a wanted dog. He was two by then, and figured out a way to live by himself, for himself..and that's how Crash became Crash..
Relations: He never knew his family, because as I said he was born in a kennel and never had a chance to really meet them long enough to remember them.
:: THE ROLE PLAYER ::
RP example:
Blue splashed fem walked with a grace the others' lacked. Her head was a little higher then others, but she was not thingyy or anything. She was simply confident. Her pattern was unusual - white everywhere but around the edges of her bod except for a few spots and patches. She was pretty shy to new horses or anyone really, but if anyone dared stay with her long enough to realize the true, inner beuty she held - well. Let's just say they'd be surprised. She stopped in a field of many blooming flower,s lifting her beautiful taiara to nicker softly, her nostrils flaring a bit as she did so. She waited...for a sound. A sight. Something that would prove here she was not the only one here any longer. Perhaps some loner would come by - most always wishing for a power, some just seeking company or directions. She sighed, hearing no answer to her call. She lowered her dial to graze on the sweet, rich grasses in the meadow. She swished her flag at the early spring flies which had come simply to annoy her. Hearing a light scuffle in the forest she lifted her crown, eyeing her approacher. She watched the forest where she had first heard the simple noise, waiting with a long devolped patentince - but soon growing annoyed when the creature did not appear. Slowly, a light brown doe peeped her head out from behind some large trees to glance at her. Eumelia nickered, inviting the smaller animal to come and be sociable. The timid female crept forward slowly, insecpting Eumelia as the mare watched her. Finnaly the creature was standing next to her and Eumelia nudged her gently, the doe flinched but soon relaxed and the two began to graze in companiable silence. Soon the doe began to wander off, and Eumelia simply watched her - waiting to see where she was going to go. The doe walked off into the forest and Eumelia was left in the clearing alone once more. Truthfully she was a bit surprised she hadn't seen any equines or canines come in asking for a power yet, they usually poured in. Once more she was here, with silence as her only companion. The doe was long gone now, searching for a new grazing land. A few birds twittered past, a couple in the trees singing a lovely song.Eumelia lifted her dial again, soon putting it back down, and going to her knees. She let her weight push her aside and she rolled a few times in the sweet smelling pasture before heaving herself back to her feet. She whinnyed loudly, left in her boreingsome waiting once again. Seeing a small trail branched to the side she smiled, leaving her post for a minute. She broke into a swift run down the path, sterching her legs and widening her strides in pure pleasure. Glad she finnally had something to do. Doing nothing was almost killing her. She slowed to a stop finnally and turned around and raced back to the meadow full of flowers. She brushed her way past many things, getting a scrape of two along the way before sliding to a stop in the field. She half - reared and whinnyed loudly, a little tired from her run. She was now ready to sit here and wait. Now she would graze. And graze she did. Femmora put her dial down the the lushish floor and browsed along the floor, pulling the sweet grasses out delicatly with her molars. The silence was wonderful now. Almost like an invitation for another run, but young mare knew better then to leave her waiting again. If a animal was to come along she would have to be here to give them a power if she chose to, and being bored was better then loosing a war now wasn't it?
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Miscellaneous: Just call me Dream, its my nick from my other RPGs
Other accounts: Not that i'm aware of..unless I figured out a way to type when I sleep..and sleepwalk.. no
OOC Name: Dream
Did you used to RP on any other sites?: To many to name
How long have you been RPing?: Um..coming three years here soon
How did you find our site? If from another site, which one? : Orein
