Post by celadonwolf on Dec 29, 2011 17:17:19 GMT -5
:: PERSONAL ::
Character Name:Rakasha (Ray-cay-sha)
Gender:Female
Breed: Patterdale Terrier
Pups: Wants
Mate: Waiting for the right guy
Age: 4 years old
:: INFORMATION ::
Image: www.pittrpatter.com/images/vader10-22-06_33.jpg
Appearance: Rust colored fur. Eyes and nose are the same color as her fur.Tail is undocked. Build is muscular and strong.
Personality: Can be violent when needed. She is not to be ordered around or messed with. Any dog that orders her around will be killed, no questions asked. She is a strong and powerful fighter and a suprisingly fast runner for her size. Strongly hates humans and doesn't trust them either. Can be insane. ONLY sweet to friends, mate, and pups.
History: Now, now, I know what you're thinking, a messed up dog like myself had to had a messed up past. Well, you're right. My dad was a black and white Terrier named Shadow and my mother was a tan Terrier named Fay. I am disappointed to say that my mother was a house pet. She fell in love with Shadow, and well, I happened. I did have two brothers that the humans named Scout and Sam, but my mother and I called them Pounce and Raven.
From the start, I was different. When the owner came and showed us off, I bit her hand and sulked while my brothers sucked up the love. While they romped and played, I was practicing my fighting moves on the neibor's cat, who, my owner frequently let inside the house. While I was doing all of this, I was thinking of plans. And I waited. Waited for the time to be right.
Finally, the chance came. As the humans left on vacation, I attacked my mother, that no good human toy. I left her bleeding on the ground. Even today I don't know if she is dead. After I had hurt mum, I searched for my brothers. I easily killed Pounce, but Raven escaped and ran. I chased him around the house and backyard until he became tired. I happily killed him then. My electric collar was ripped off, and I escaped to freedom.
I now roam the streets in search of my father who cursed me to live with humans. If he had really cared, he would have brought me with him when he left. When I find him,I will be sure that he will die.
Relations: Mom-dead siblings-dead dad-dead/alive
Character Name:Rakasha (Ray-cay-sha)
Gender:Female
Breed: Patterdale Terrier
Pups: Wants
Mate: Waiting for the right guy
Age: 4 years old
:: INFORMATION ::
Image: www.pittrpatter.com/images/vader10-22-06_33.jpg
Appearance: Rust colored fur. Eyes and nose are the same color as her fur.Tail is undocked. Build is muscular and strong.
Personality: Can be violent when needed. She is not to be ordered around or messed with. Any dog that orders her around will be killed, no questions asked. She is a strong and powerful fighter and a suprisingly fast runner for her size. Strongly hates humans and doesn't trust them either. Can be insane. ONLY sweet to friends, mate, and pups.
History: Now, now, I know what you're thinking, a messed up dog like myself had to had a messed up past. Well, you're right. My dad was a black and white Terrier named Shadow and my mother was a tan Terrier named Fay. I am disappointed to say that my mother was a house pet. She fell in love with Shadow, and well, I happened. I did have two brothers that the humans named Scout and Sam, but my mother and I called them Pounce and Raven.
From the start, I was different. When the owner came and showed us off, I bit her hand and sulked while my brothers sucked up the love. While they romped and played, I was practicing my fighting moves on the neibor's cat, who, my owner frequently let inside the house. While I was doing all of this, I was thinking of plans. And I waited. Waited for the time to be right.
Finally, the chance came. As the humans left on vacation, I attacked my mother, that no good human toy. I left her bleeding on the ground. Even today I don't know if she is dead. After I had hurt mum, I searched for my brothers. I easily killed Pounce, but Raven escaped and ran. I chased him around the house and backyard until he became tired. I happily killed him then. My electric collar was ripped off, and I escaped to freedom.
I now roam the streets in search of my father who cursed me to live with humans. If he had really cared, he would have brought me with him when he left. When I find him,I will be sure that he will die.
Relations: Mom-dead siblings-dead dad-dead/alive