Post by mickey on Feb 9, 2010 12:31:15 GMT -5
º ßasics º
Calling: Mickey.
Age:2 1/2 years.
Gender:Brute.
Species/Breed:Domestic Dog/Dalmation-Pyrenees mix.
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Pelt/Hair color and length:He has that natural fluffy look to him, his hair sticking up in many different places, though it does have a soft touch to it. His solid color is white, with spots going down his front paws with a black spot on his eye and smooth black ears.
Eye color:A lovely brown.
Build:He's around 28 inches in height. The Pyrenees in him giving him that boost.. His weight settle around 100 pounds, but in no way does he have fat. There is some well-formed muscle in this brute. His bone structure is dense, but he moves around quite elegantly.
Detailed Description (or picture):
º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º
History:
Life started ofin the states in lovely Chicago Illinois. His faily was great. He was never hit and well-fed with just the right amount of exercise to keep him in shape. Him and his sibkings were often taken on walks and let loose to run free in the parks. They would romp around like little puppies should. They were living the life. This would soon get them in some trouble. The parks weren't always filled with nice people.
The four pups were soon snatched up and shoved away in some crates in the back of a van. Soon shipped off to an island far from where they belonged. They were seperated from each other, shoved into different kennels, unsure of where the other one resided. Mickey didn't like being shoved in a cage like this. He was so used to being able to run around. This wasn't the life he was used to living. He was worried about Nikki. He was always there for her, and now she might think that he had just left her.
The scents were strange and scary, and the shrill barks from other dogs made his hair stand up straight. He would lay there on the cold concrete, sometimes deciding not to eat. By the time a family had come to take him his joints were stiff and sore from the lack of exercise. A family of a father and two young boys. Mickey knew they wouldn't be the same as his old family, but at least he was being saved from the uncomfortable kennels.
Life with that family soon turned into a nightmare. The boys were a little too rough with him. They pulled harshly at his ears and tail, sometimes tie things like cans to his feet, making him trip as he tried to run away. Whenever he had finally had enough he would gently nip at their hands, telling them to leave him aone, but they would only go crying to papa. This is when things got really bad. He would be smacked and kicked around for trying to defend himself.
He would often spend days and nights tied to a tree outside with no food or water. He was too thin for his age, and awfully beat up. Mickey would often dream about the life he led in the city, and it would make him whine softly to himself. In his dreams he didn't get hit, didn't get yelled at, had a full belly, and was a happy puppy. Those days were over, and it was time to wake up and smell the coffee.
Time to fight back.
Personality:
In no way is he anything more than ordinary.
He's your normal brute. He's loyal to the pack. Mickey puts everything into the pack, knowing they're all he has. At least he's loyal. He really does have a heart of gold. There might be times when he seems hollow, but that's merely just an act. Deep down he's still that innocent little puppy, but he wouldn't dare show it. To be a warrior he has to be tough, made out of steel, when in reality he's just a soft little marshmallow.
Now, don't get me wrong. Just because he is a sweetheart doesn't mean he can't be vicious. If there wasn't a vicious bone in his body he probably wouldn't even be alive. Get on his bad sad and he isn't afraid to show you a little teeth here and there, but rarely does that occur.
He's also very good with words. Very cunning and quick in the head. Mickey is good at telling you what you want to hear, whether it's to get on your good side or make a fool out of you. Those cogs just keep turning in that little brain of his, and it works out to his advantage most of the time. This can also cause him alot of mischief though. We all know Mickey doesn't want any trouble.
I guess he's a little two-faced.
º †here's No Place £ike Home º
Parents:Skye-Mother-Whereabouts unknown. Vince-Father-Deceased.
Siblings:Koda-Brother. Apollo-Brother. Nikki-Sister. (All whereabouts unknown)
Other Family: Rocket. ("Cousin")
Friends:Hopefully have some soon.
Group:Metnal.
Rank:Warrior.
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Where did you find us?---
If found in an ad please state who sent you:I was personally recruited by Erida.
RPG Sample:
This is from an old RP of mine. Is it okeh if I use it?
Oh Dakota, I know our love is new.
I barely know ya, I'm fallin over you.
It's the way ya do the things ya do
that made me fall in love with you.
Oh Dakota, are you in love with me too?
I'm in love with you,
are you in love with me too?
Dakota had rode in several taxis just to get to Navy Pier. It was Saturday night, and soon fireworks would be bursting in the sky, flaring it up with magnificent colors. She had some time to spare, it was seven thirty and fireworks started at nine thirty. Maybe she would run into a bad boy...or two. The thought made her bite down on her glossed lower lip.
She walked down the pier, wearing white short shorts, a white tank with stripes the color of the rainbow, and a white hoodie. Not to mention her white Nike's and white knee-high socks. She heard somewhere that white was supposed to make you look thin. Dakota looked good, and she wasn't afraid to flaunt it. Her deep brown eyes gazed at every hot boy that she passed, their eyes watching her with intense curiosity. Ah... Good times were spent at Navy Pier.
She dug around in her jacket pocket to pull out her box of cigarettes. With some dainty fingers she gently lifted one from the box, pulled out a lighter, and lit the tip up. Smoke streamed from the cigarette, and a smirk rested on her lips. Sure, she was a little underage, but she couldn't help but please her hunger for that sweet little stick of death.
It wasn't long before she dropped it to the ground, smashing it with her shoe. Only soon after did she pull a blow pop sucker from her pocket. As it rested in her mouth she looked at all the boats that waited at the dock. You could always ride on a boat to watch the fireworks, but she didn't have enough cash to spend on it.
"Where are all the hots guys...?" She growled softly to herself, gazing at everyone as she passed. Sure, there were some, but they had girls hanging onto their arms.
Dakota could change that... Although she longed for a guy to come up to her, make her night change for the better. All she wanted was some excitement. [/size][/blockquote][/left][/color]
