Post by amor on Feb 20, 2010 2:20:16 GMT -5
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Calling: Amor
Age: 2 years
Gender: Fae
Species/Breed: Pomeranian
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Pelt/Hair color and length: Her orange pigmented pelt, is extremely bushy and feathered to a long length, making her look like a little fluff ball.
Eye color: Dark brown, almost noir.
Build (height, weight, overall structure): Sure, she take on the appearance of a teacup hair ball with slender legs . . But, never let that fool you. Under all the orange hair, lies a well fit stature for her size. Canines her size aren't the best of fighters, but one thing is for sure, they are extremely quick on their feet! Weighing only a few pounds, and 10 inches tall, this little thing is quite the deciever.
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History: Amor had always been the fiesty one in her group. She had been born among other pomeranian pups, but surely they did not posess the same ambition as her. Nor did they pursue in having a backbone of their one. This little thing always had a mind of her own, consistantly disobeying her masters. She had never been too fond of the twoleggers, but as long as they continued to feed her some dinner scraps towards the end of the day . . She would be content. It wasn't until her master had begun to kick at her that she had taken a turn for the best. Sinking her canines into the flesh of the man, was just about the brightest and worst idea she had ever posessed. The man took little Amor to the backyard, and attempted to kill the Pom in spite of her biting him with all her might. But . . In order to kill her, he would have to catch her first. The moment she noted the dagger in his hand, she ran. She ran for well over and hour and never looked back. The moment she was as far away as possible, she then took shelter on her own, forced to catch her own food. Fortunately, Amor was just peachy with this. It gave her the sense of independence that she had always needed. And, of course, the time Erida's plan came into favour, she was all for it. But one day, she had come across a young girl. She seemed lost, and a long way from home. Pushing her horrific thoughts of the twoleggers aside, she had approached the young woman. To her surprise, the girl was rather friendly and affectionate. She gave Amor friendship, something hadn't had before. The girl traveled with Amor for a day or two, before the Pom decided to lead her home. Unfortunately . . That was the day, the Extermination had begun. Amor mourns for the girl, to this day. They hadn't known eachother long, but there was no denying the loving friendship they held for one another.
Personality: Little Amor is quite the charmer for her pedigree. She definately has the tendency to lure in brutes, with her lustful manners, which just-so-happen to have that "innocent" twist. She enjoys to use her innocent looks as a card, to toy with those who find themselves interested. She may not look it, but she is definately a "bad girl" if you will. Although she has never acted upon the lust that consumes her, being that she has never had a litter of her own, she does (some day) hope to settle down with a mate of some sort. This Pom may appear sweet, but truly she is quite the flirt.
º †here's No Place £ike Home º
Parents:Deceased.
Siblings: She does not remember them.
Other Family: N/a
Friends: N/a
Group: Elysian
Rank: Den Mother's apprentice
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