Post by »β.ɛαüx«™ on May 2, 2010 20:21:48 GMT -5
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OOC Name/Nickname: Zoo and/or Nega,Negative
Calling: Araxie [ Ah-Rax-eE ]
Age: 3 years 8 months
Gender: female
Species/Breed: Canine - Border collie x Saluki/greyhound
Detailed Description (or picture): To start of the femora is very tall and very thin. She's slightly underweight but that will likely change with her voracious hunter. Being a cross, shes both blessed and cursed with attributes from both her parents. Araxie was granted her mothers coat and coat coloration the silver blue Merle speckled lightly over her back and half of her face. All of her legs are white and her nose is fully black. She's been kissed with deep and very true blue aquatic eyes to further 'crazed' and displace her entire appearance. Her fur is medium, not too long but decently layered over her body, much like as a true border's.
This lass was traced with the personality of her sire, hot blooded and very independent but all of her own will power was ceased when the last of the narcotics were filtered into her bloodstream. Things they didn't take was her large and lanky size. This femme stands a high 29.5 she has immensely powerful haunches, giving her incredible amounts of speed over sprinting distances. Around 3/4th of her body weight is all but gone due to the lack of nutrition and food she was given in her previous establishment. Deep chest give ample room for such a powerful heart, and long, slender legs give her an overall 'deer-like' prancing gait.
History:from the very start this pup had a testing start. She was the only female in a batch of 7 male pups. Already her mother favored her, a young border collie that ran high on hormones. She didn't quite take to nursing them as a mother should, since the eye of any passerby male would woo her away from her very children. It was how she came to meet their sire, a tall white saluki greyhound crossbreed. Didn't take long for them to fall in 'lusty love' and have puppies. Perhaps this was the only dog her mother truly fell in love with but this would never be known to Araxie.
When the pups were a few weeks old ( 2-3 ) their mother chased off after another of her boy toys but she did not return until late at night. By then, the puppies were gone, she didn't know that while she was out feeding her hormonal waves, the local dog catcher had come across the puppies. We'll never know if she held any remorse or if she was leading on for this to happen. During this time, illegal dog racing held it's high pensions, many low blows could be found tracing up and down the halls of local pounds and animal control kennels, looking or their next pot of gold.
For Araxie it didn't come for months later, when she was around 7-8 months of age. Many prospects didn't choose this pup due to her tall and large sized future, since we all know people fall for the cute tiny toy dogs more then large breeds. Again it wasn't her fault, just unfixed inbreeding. But it was this fact, her size, that caught the eye of her worst enemy. In no time he had hr in his grasps and away to the racing rings. At first she figured it would be a good home, but as she was lead along the hallways of cramped dogs, snarling, jerking and whining did she know she had entered a living hell. The dog cages were tiny in comparison to the kennels she was given at the shelter.
Days later she was in her first race; unknowing what to do, she was beaten and locked away in her cage. They fed the dogs lean and tiny rations of food. again she was taken out to run, but since she was a year old they started doing their dirty work on her. Before each race they injected a large portion of vile narcotics to boost up her speed, much like steroids to make men buffer. Araxie's body was overwhelmed and even after she won her second race, after being put back in her cage, her body trembled and had seizures due to the toxicity of her drug. She would then have violent outbreaks and lashes against the hand that fed her, all upon the induced drug that fed her adrenaline. And this was to be her life for the following 3 years.
Of course all until that racing quad in particular got busted by the cops. Most of the dogs had to be humanly euthanize because the drug changed them into violent beasts, vanishing the degree of being adoptable pets. A few, though, had a more pleasant future since they did not react as violently, but they didn't really know how the drugs had affected the dogs mentality. Amongst these dogs was Araxie; she, along with the few confiscated dogs were taken to the local shelter. From here various scientist took them, for more testing.. (rest is classified but you can put the pieces together )
Personality: { The Solid } Araxie has a very good heart. She is extremely reliable and loves to make others smile. She has a deep need to try and create harmony in their surroundings. Unfortunately, this can sometimes lead to her be getting taken advantage of. She is very gullible and will believe mostly everything you tell her. This makes her liable to be deceived and be picked on. She takes this well however; she cannot escape who she is or why she is like that, and never stoops down to their level. She is selfless, and often runs herself down. But she is strong inside, she can take repeated "emotional blows".
{ The Insanity } She has a slight difficulty portraying her true emotions; often bottling it all up inside and then later it will burst. This is not because she chooses to be, but because of her past life, it grew upon her and soon was embedded into her mind and vaguely imprinted. Many at times Araxie will lash out at anything that moves, faking lunges and rather unreasonable attacks. During this time she knows there is no control over her lanky form, resulting in, if she get's mad at a wall, slamming herself continuously until the blows take her down or she blacks out. New circumstances and surroundings normally scare her, and she usually reacts with mild panic and intense shakiness, or with baffling ferocity and confused, locked demeanor.
Parents: Mother- Deceased | Father -unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Other Family: N/A
Friends: Yet to be made
Half of the Island Character Resides: East
Group: Tartarus
Rank: Huntress
Where did you find us? I don't remember
If found in an ad please state who sent you: N/A
RPG Sample: Slowly Acidic's mind had begun to make a voice. These were the times she was full out blind to the rest of the world around her; when she was serene or calm. The lass's mind had drifted away to a time when all was good, all was connected and running smoothly, much like a puppeteer's smile when his creations come alive in the perfect light. Even thus a tender smile slowly curled her lips up, in mere thought before something tore her from the mental heaven she was in. First it came as a smell, but then she heard that voice, upon nature she lifted her entire face.
"The gates are always open, stranger."
A voice thick and deep, strong enough to cut into one's mind, the very thing she held back in a visage of different emotions. Drawn and at the same time hastened by this authority that spewed from his tone she was on her feet instantly, tail slightly rigid between her hocks now as she looked upon his tall obsidian form. She counted his strides mentally and was glad that he gave her room to breath and more. When he spoke again, her eyes were finished traveling his frame to let them meld into his deep gaze, ears propped rather snugged to their side.
"No need to wait for us to come to you."
Should she speak or just wait for him to move, knowing to follow him. Quit smoothly she took a step forward from her spot, the grasses unfolding under the release of her weight as her shoulder blade folded out, the furs brushing along the tips of branches as she came out into his view.
`There`
She said to herself,
'I'm not hiding before him...'
as those sharply trained eyes never left his frame though, oh no, life was much to precious in this world and one could never trust in even their own shadow. Her weight evened out over her limbs as she stood up, neck rising on nicely set shoulders, proving that she was no resisting anything that could come her way.
º ßasics º
OOC Name/Nickname: Zoo and/or Nega,Negative
Calling: Araxie [ Ah-Rax-eE ]
Age: 3 years 8 months
Gender: fe
Species/Breed: Canine - Border collie x Saluki/greyhound
º I §ee you £ooking at me º
Detailed Description (or picture): To start of the femora is very tall and very thin. She's slightly underweight but that will likely change with her voracious hunter. Being a cross, shes both blessed and cursed with attributes from both her parents. Araxie was granted her mothers coat and coat coloration the silver blue Merle speckled lightly over her back and half of her face. All of her legs are white and her nose is fully black. She's been kissed with deep and very true blue aquatic eyes to further 'crazed' and displace her entire appearance. Her fur is medium, not too long but decently layered over her body, much like as a true border's.
This lass was traced with the personality of her sire, hot blooded and very independent but all of her own will power was ceased when the last of the narcotics were filtered into her bloodstream. Things they didn't take was her large and lanky size. This femme stands a high 29.5 she has immensely powerful haunches, giving her incredible amounts of speed over sprinting distances. Around 3/4th of her body weight is all but gone due to the lack of nutrition and food she was given in her previous establishment. Deep chest give ample room for such a powerful heart, and long, slender legs give her an overall 'deer-like' prancing gait.
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º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º
History:from the very start this pup had a testing start. She was the only female in a batch of 7 male pups. Already her mother favored her, a young border collie that ran high on hormones. She didn't quite take to nursing them as a mother should, since the eye of any passerby male would woo her away from her very children. It was how she came to meet their sire, a tall white saluki greyhound crossbreed. Didn't take long for them to fall in 'lusty love' and have puppies. Perhaps this was the only dog her mother truly fell in love with but this would never be known to Araxie.
When the pups were a few weeks old ( 2-3 ) their mother chased off after another of her boy toys but she did not return until late at night. By then, the puppies were gone, she didn't know that while she was out feeding her hormonal waves, the local dog catcher had come across the puppies. We'll never know if she held any remorse or if she was leading on for this to happen. During this time, illegal dog racing held it's high pensions, many low blows could be found tracing up and down the halls of local pounds and animal control kennels, looking or their next pot of gold.
For Araxie it didn't come for months later, when she was around 7-8 months of age. Many prospects didn't choose this pup due to her tall and large sized future, since we all know people fall for the cute tiny toy dogs more then large breeds. Again it wasn't her fault, just unfixed inbreeding. But it was this fact, her size, that caught the eye of her worst enemy. In no time he had hr in his grasps and away to the racing rings. At first she figured it would be a good home, but as she was lead along the hallways of cramped dogs, snarling, jerking and whining did she know she had entered a living hell. The dog cages were tiny in comparison to the kennels she was given at the shelter.
Days later she was in her first race; unknowing what to do, she was beaten and locked away in her cage. They fed the dogs lean and tiny rations of food. again she was taken out to run, but since she was a year old they started doing their dirty work on her. Before each race they injected a large portion of vile narcotics to boost up her speed, much like steroids to make men buffer. Araxie's body was overwhelmed and even after she won her second race, after being put back in her cage, her body trembled and had seizures due to the toxicity of her drug. She would then have violent outbreaks and lashes against the hand that fed her, all upon the induced drug that fed her adrenaline. And this was to be her life for the following 3 years.
Of course all until that racing quad in particular got busted by the cops. Most of the dogs had to be humanly euthanize because the drug changed them into violent beasts, vanishing the degree of being adoptable pets. A few, though, had a more pleasant future since they did not react as violently, but they didn't really know how the drugs had affected the dogs mentality. Amongst these dogs was Araxie; she, along with the few confiscated dogs were taken to the local shelter. From here various scientist took them, for more testing.. (rest is classified but you can put the pieces together )
Personality: { The Solid } Araxie has a very good heart. She is extremely reliable and loves to make others smile. She has a deep need to try and create harmony in their surroundings. Unfortunately, this can sometimes lead to her be getting taken advantage of. She is very gullible and will believe mostly everything you tell her. This makes her liable to be deceived and be picked on. She takes this well however; she cannot escape who she is or why she is like that, and never stoops down to their level. She is selfless, and often runs herself down. But she is strong inside, she can take repeated "emotional blows".
{ The Insanity } She has a slight difficulty portraying her true emotions; often bottling it all up inside and then later it will burst. This is not because she chooses to be, but because of her past life, it grew upon her and soon was embedded into her mind and vaguely imprinted. Many at times Araxie will lash out at anything that moves, faking lunges and rather unreasonable attacks. During this time she knows there is no control over her lanky form, resulting in, if she get's mad at a wall, slamming herself continuously until the blows take her down or she blacks out. New circumstances and surroundings normally scare her, and she usually reacts with mild panic and intense shakiness, or with baffling ferocity and confused, locked demeanor.
º †here's No Place £ike Home º
Parents: Mother- Deceased | Father -unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Other Family: N/A
Friends: Yet to be made
Half of the Island Character Resides: East
Group: Tartarus
Rank: Huntress
º Prove ¥ourself º
Where did you find us? I don't remember
If found in an ad please state who sent you: N/A
RPG Sample: Slowly Acidic's mind had begun to make a voice. These were the times she was full out blind to the rest of the world around her; when she was serene or calm. The lass's mind had drifted away to a time when all was good, all was connected and running smoothly, much like a puppeteer's smile when his creations come alive in the perfect light. Even thus a tender smile slowly curled her lips up, in mere thought before something tore her from the mental heaven she was in. First it came as a smell, but then she heard that voice, upon nature she lifted her entire face.
"The gates are always open, stranger."
A voice thick and deep, strong enough to cut into one's mind, the very thing she held back in a visage of different emotions. Drawn and at the same time hastened by this authority that spewed from his tone she was on her feet instantly, tail slightly rigid between her hocks now as she looked upon his tall obsidian form. She counted his strides mentally and was glad that he gave her room to breath and more. When he spoke again, her eyes were finished traveling his frame to let them meld into his deep gaze, ears propped rather snugged to their side.
"No need to wait for us to come to you."
Should she speak or just wait for him to move, knowing to follow him. Quit smoothly she took a step forward from her spot, the grasses unfolding under the release of her weight as her shoulder blade folded out, the furs brushing along the tips of branches as she came out into his view.
`There`
She said to herself,
'I'm not hiding before him...'
as those sharply trained eyes never left his frame though, oh no, life was much to precious in this world and one could never trust in even their own shadow. Her weight evened out over her limbs as she stood up, neck rising on nicely set shoulders, proving that she was no resisting anything that could come her way.
