Post by solsticeシ on May 9, 2012 21:50:54 GMT -5
*I suck at scars on real animals*
Name: Columbine.
Age: 3 years.
Gender: Female.
Pack: Hlengiwe.
Rank: Betess - If accepted.
-----
Breed: German Shepherd Dog.
Eye color: Wolf Golden.
Pelt color: Jet black.
Markings: None.
Height: 25 inches.
Weight: 70 pounds.
[/b]
[li] Boys.
[/li][li] Fighting.
[/li][li] Puppies.
[/li][li] Trees / The woods.
[/li][li] Staying Calm.
[/li][li] Flirting.
[/li][li] Challenges.
[/li][li] Quiet.
[/li][li] Showing her fangs.
[/li][/ul]
[li] The Cold.
[/li][li] Her Scar.
[/li][li] Crowds.
[/li][li] Being ignored.
[/li][li] Being used.
[/li][li] Disrespect.
[/li][li] Others who are bossy.
[/li][/ul]
Personality: She's gorgeous, and she knows it! She's learning to live with her scar, and she often forgets it's there. She's flirty and a tease, and knows how to get what she wants. She confident and flaunts it. This doesn't mean she jumps at the chance to be with a male, or any of canine. Usually she avoids confrontation. But she has those rare days she longs for company. After all, she was raised to be a social animal.
The only real quirk about her is she likes to bare her fangs. She does it when she's angry, upset, excited and even happy! Some may take it the wrong way, but when they're around her enough, they'll notice it's something she does regularly.
She also has a quick temper that appears without warning. Though still young, she doesn't tolerate disrespect and will put another dog in it's place. That being said, she also hates being ignored. It itches her the wrong way, and that's when her sharp tongue appears.
Then she has her moments of just being a pup and loving everything around her. .
Yeah, she's a confusing creature.
[/blockquote][/blockquote]
Family: All her family is either dead or gone, and she doesn't care to remember them.
History: Columbine wasn't born on the island. She was born into a working home, where you had to earn your keep. When the time came, she was taken from her mother, along with some of her brother's and sisters, and shipped off to the police forced. It wasn't a cruel thing. She was born of working lines, and thus needed to work! She was trained in schutzhund, and she loved it. To her, it was so much fun. The only thing that could have made it better, was if her father would notice her accomplishments.
You see, Columbines father was a stud dog. He wasn't in it for love and children. His humans wanted to pass on his bloodline onto future generations. Her father only cared about one thing, his job. And why shouldn't he? He was bred to do this job; it was all he knew. But this led Columbine to seek other attention. Attention from males. It wasn't hard really, she was gorgeous! She was slim with a jet black silky coat and golden eyes that reaped into ones soul.
She loved the attention, and often showed off. While she flaunted her beauty, she didn't brag. Though her father still didn't even glance her way.
At the age of 2, she was out on a job with her father. A building was on fire, and they needed the dogs to go in and grab survivors. It was the only day her father actually spoke to her, and it scared her to death. He was barking orders at her, and she hated it. The accumulation of smoke in her lunges and her father yelling at her messed with her thinking. While trying to do as her father asked and get to a little boy, the room fell around him and consumed him. There was nothing she could do but stare in horror. She could have saved him. She could have. After gather what humans were left in the building, Columbine jumped through a window. It was the only way out for the front door had collapsed.
There was hatred in her fathers eyes as he looked at his failure of a daughter. He once again began to yell at her. With ears folded back, Columbine let her father take his anger out on her. She hated it. It burned in the pit of her stomach. But this is what she wanted; for her father to notice her. "Wear that scare to remind you of your failuer!" He snarled. Scar? What had he been talking about. Looking over at a shard of broken glass, she saw herself. She was still has beautiful as ever. Only now, she had a scar ragging over her left eye, down her cheek, across her muzzle and down to the right upper lip. It was still fresh, and oozing liquid.
Her father was right. This scar, would be a constant reminder. Anger ragged through her being, and her father's words made it worse. She curled her lip up in her anger, and her father made the mistake of approaching her. She rounded on him, snapping fangs at any piece of flesh she could grab. The ferociousness of the fight brought the humans too the canines to quickly break them up. And when they did, Columbine ran. She ran and never looked back.
And that, is how she came to Numidia.
Name: Fey.
Age: 5.
Gender: Female.
-----
Breed: Black- footed Ferret.
Eye color: Black.
Pelt color: Upper body parts are yellowish buff with some white. Feet and tail tip are black with a black mask across her eyes.
Height: 22 inches in length
Weight: 2.5 ppounds.
Images: Here
