Roxanne ;; Bitch is Dangerous [wip]

[Roxanne]

º ßasics º

OOC Name/Nickname: Amaya

Calling: Roxanne "Roxy"

Age:Three Years

Gender:Female

Species/Breed:Carolina Dog (American Dingo) x German Shepherd Dog

º I §ee you £ooking at me º

Pelt/Hair color and length:Mostly brown pelt with touches of white and black here and there. Tip of tail is black. <3 Medium length pelt grows thicker around her neck.

Eye color:chocolate brown<3

Build (height, weight, overall structure):
Height;; 24 inches.
Weight;; 55 lbs.
Structure;; Slim yet slightly muscular build. Healthy, but not fat.


Detailed Description (or picture):

º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º

History:

There really isn't a whole lot of stuff to be said about her past. She was born to a mother and father who weren't really in love. They had just ran into each other at the wrong time. No it wasn't rape.... her mother had been playing one of the many games she knew, and has since then taught Roxy, and took it too far, however she didn't fight him so it's not rape. Her mother had ab it of a reputation to begin with. Her father didn't stick around long enough, he took off with Roxy's three brothers and left her and her sister with her mom. When they reached a year old they knew all they really needed to know about being on there one, including a thing or two about strutting their stuff and the three females (mother and daughters) split up and all went their separate ways. They really couldn't get along anyways. Since then, Roxy's been on her own... playing her own games.

Personality:

[ P E R S O N A L I T Y ]
Roxanne is a few things. She is flirty, fun, happy, and can even be a bit hyper from time to time. She is extremely loving towards those she knows, and she doesn't easily make enemies. She also is not one to hold a grudge against anyone. She is a true believer of seizing the day, and tries to get the most out of life. She likes meeting new people, and only flirts with those that she finds attractive. Though she isn't entirely a whore or a slut. She may flirt, strut her stuff, tease, and lead other dogs on but she rarely lets other dogs mount. While she prefers males, she does have a mild attraction towards female dogs as well, some might even call her a bi-sexual. Not that two female dogs can really do anything. She isn't afraid to be herself, no matter who she is around.

The side of her that rarely comes out to play is her mad side. She can get mad, she just don't hold grudges. When she is mad however, she is more likely to say hurtful things. She snapps easily, and is a good fighter. She is very agile and quick on her feet. This girls temper, isn't something to mess with.


[ N E G A T I V E ]
- her temper. when she goes she goes.
- not everyone wants to hear the truth.
- sometimes speaks her mind when she shouldn't.
- when she gets hyper, boy she can be annoying. XD
- can take her flirting a little over the line from time to time.


[ P O S I T I V E ]
- she is sweet and caring. especially if she likes you.
- she doesn't hold grudges! :3 Always a good thing in my opinion.
- is very very loyal.
- isn't fake.
- shows her true colors.


[ S T R E N G T H S ]
- being herself.
- making friends.
- self confidence.


[ W E A K N E S S ]
- doesn't really know when to give up
- flirts a bit much. handsome dogs = huge weakness.
- she loves playing games, especially the ones that get her in trouble.

[ L I K E S ]
- cute boys.
- challenges.
- games


[ D I S L I K E S ]
- fakes / liars.
- boredom
- drama.


[ D E S I R E S ]
- to find someone worthy of her time.
- to meet someone who completely blows her away.
- to maybe find a good close friend cause phoenix can get so damn boring.


[ F E A R S ]
- being raped. ><
- losing her closest / best friend.
- getting pregnant (she isnt a big fan of pups)
- settling down in a pack that will not accept her and try to change her.


[ D R E A M S ]
- to find a pack or a small group of dogs to accept her for who she is, not what they want her to be.
- to get the hell outta Phoenix
- find someone that may be mate potential....someone worth her time.
- to find a partner in crime. <3


[ G O A L S ]
- to find a pack or a small group of dogs to accept her for who she is, not what they want her to be.
- find someone that may be mate potential....someone worth her time.
- to find a partner in crime. <3

º †here's No Place £ike Home º

Parents:unknown father. mother named Patrice.
Siblings:Sister named Annie.
Other Family:none
Friends:none
Half of the Island Character Resides:Eastern.
Group:Loner for now
Rank:Nomad
Other:wants; Weather manipulation
Ability to control or mentally affect the weather

º Prove ¥ourself º

Where did you find us?Kismet
If found in an ad please state who sent you:Eri <3
RPG Sample: see below.

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[atrb=background,http://i720.photobucket.com/albums/ww202/xamayaxkismetx/roxyymid.png] With every step the dog took, another tremor of excitement would shoot through her body. Oh how she loved to hunt. Salmon colored tongue hung from her mouth in a faint pant. The autumn temperatures were cooler and more tolerable for her coat, however when she overworked herself, this was the way she usually ended up. When the young deers head popped up and looked around as if it heard something, her salmon hued tongue hurriedly slid back into her maw, as she silently closed it mouth around it. Hiding it and its noises, however her sides still moved in and out in a rapid motion as she panted with her tongue hidden inside her mouth. She lowered her body to the ground completely, the grass tickling at her belly as she did so. Her banner laid flat against her rump despite the happy eagerness that was coursing through her veins. After all Patience is a virtue, one that she had learned very well, and was beginning to master despite the odd longings and urges she felt from day to day. As the deer went back to eating the grass once again, the excitement started up again. Very quietly she moved from a laying position to a crouching position so that she was ready to leap up and attack at any given moment. She spotted a buck approximately twenty feet away from her prey, and the mother was no where in sight. Oh, maybe the mother had already met it's maker and was in heaven now waiting for someone or something to send her baby to her. Well then... the pleasure's all mine. She shifted quickly, lounging at the baby deer, teeth sinking into the flesh on it's neck. She spotted the buck and wondered if he would come to his kid's rescue, even though she really did not know if it was his or not. The baby deer bucked and thrashed beneath the weight of her body, against the teeth that were sunken in so deep within her flesh. She slung her dial back and forth, enjoying the crimson flow that invaded her mouth with a bittersweet taste. Longing for more than just the blood she realized the deer though he wasn't yet dead. She jumped back, chocolate eyes scanning the area for signs of the the father, she didn't half to look for long however. As his weight slammed against her, she let out a huff of air, he didn't give her time to stand up again, but he charged... his horns hitting her in the side once more. Fresh blood trickled down her pelt as he moved forward to attack again. She turned, running away from him. Spotting a bush in the distance, she jumped into its branches and stopped there, hiding. She looked her her wounds... it was bad.... only one horn had gotten her though, however it most defiantly could have been a lot worse. She licked her wound a few time, thanking a god that she don't believe in for her luck of not being seriously injured. That had not been on the agenda for today, though neither did being attacked by a deer. She poked her noise out of the bush, eyes searching for the father. He was nosing at his baby, and a wave of guilt washed over her as she pondered about what she had done. All was well though, it was nature... everyone had to eat. She remained hidden in her bushes until the buck managed to wonder off, leaving his babies body for the scavengers. Roxy snorted, standing. She could feel the damage the buck had managed to do to her. Her muscles were tight, aching with pain. A slight drizzle of blood still ran from the whole he had put in her side... To her surprise however, she could still walk, despite the fact she was limping badly on her front left limb. All of these obtained damage... and for what? Eyes shined with hunger when the baby deer came into view.... All of the damage had been obtained for this of course. Her ivory fangs dug into it's stomach and she begin to eat.... the bittersweet taste of blood filling her maw. This was so worth it.

[♦€rida♦]

<3 Accepted