Post by Celine on Oct 14, 2012 14:16:09 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #9c5f5b, bTable][tr][cs=2] CELINE. YOUNG ADULT. HOUSEPET. | |
[rs=2] | Name: Celine Nickname: Celi, Cel-bell, etc. Age: 11 months Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight Breed: Pure bred red merle Australian Shepherd Pack: Housepet Bought Items: N/A Likes:
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Overall Personality: Celine is ... strange, to say the least. She is happy, kind, sweet, but very shy. She is quiet and tries to stay out of people's way. She hates confrontation; any sort of fighting makes her literally sick to her stomach. Her quietness often is her vulnerability. Most take advantage of her kind nature, and usually she gets broken hearted. However, her loving demeanor demands that she always let others in. She helps anyone and everyone, regretting it later. She is randomly a goofball. Her breed is energetic, and she usually grows randomly hyper in the mornings when she wakes up and right before she gets sleepy. Sometimes she can be snippy and grumpy, mostly when she is hungry or tired. Overall, she is random and dorky, but shy. If she doesn’t know someone, she will not talk to them. She will usually walk away, and, unless spotted and confronted, never make contact with anyone. History: Before the dogs rebelled, Celine was a farm dog. She was very happy in her life, and all she did all day was herd the chickens and sheep and cows and play with her siblings, Markus and Kurt. When talk of the rebellion started up, her brothers were all for it, heart and soul. They started scheming against their master, the only Celine really ever felt a connection to. One day, when the chaos started, Markus and Kurt attacked their human. They both were shot, but the man died as well from his wounds. Celine laid beside him as he died. Since that day, all the chickens and sheep and cows died too. So she left her farm and began her search for a new family, lonely. Role-playing Sample: Fall was too cold to be staying outside, especially at night. Though she had a thick, feathered coat, Celine felt the chilly air in her bones. She didn't know where else to go, especially since mostly all that was around were skyscrapers and old stores. By the time that night had fallen, Celine's stomach was aching and her lungs felt numb. Her breath was fogging up in front of her nose as she panted and slowed to a stop. A fence? She scanned the perimeter, spotting a hole. She tugged herself through, the noise of the rattling fence echoing through the quiet land. The links were clinging to her fur and pulling on it. She wriggled through and paused, looking around. An alley with a dumpster and some trash cans, and a vast parking lot. It was in the midst of a construction. Funny how it would never be finished. She sighed a bit at the thought and snuck around the red pickup truck. She blinked up at the large, yellow vehicle in front of her. She hadn't seen one before, but it looked a little like the tractors at her farm. It had a huge, shovel-like device on the front. Celine didn't know what it was used for, but it looked like it would make a comfortable bed. She hopped up into the lowered scoop, pulling herself up with a bit of effort. She sniffed the cold metal, scenting nothing out of the ordinary, and curled up in the corner. It was cold, and it smelled like a dump. She felt very lonely, a loneliness that squeezed all around her. She sighed and she shut her eyes, deciding that maybe this was a dream and maybe she would wake up in the morning and everything would be back to normal. |
CELINE. 8 YEARS ROLE-PLAYING. |
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