Post by dandyandy on Jan 16, 2016 3:19:08 GMT -7
Name: Diesel
Age: 3 years
Gender: Female
Eye color: grey(right) and blue(left) (heterochromia)
Species/breed: dog; doberman
Allegiance: Chaotic Neutral
Coat Colors: Black and blue-ish silver.
Physical Build: muscular, Diesel is a big girl with her large muscles. Her short fur just shows them off. She is strong and energetic enough to run for a long time. However, she's not very fast nor does her coat help her in the winter. She has a scar on her throat, in the shape of a bite, where her fur thins even more. She has floppy ears that end at her cheeks and a long, thin tail.
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Personality: Diesel is a nice dog. She'll talk first before attacking to determine whether she needs to or not. She's not a good person, she's just... nice. Diesel is also stubborn and begrudging to those who've crossed her. Her stubbornness makes it so where she straight out refuses to forget those she calls enemies. On the flipside, her stubbornness also makes her a hard worker. So there's that.
History: Diesel comes from a long line of junkyard dogs. After man vanished the dogs kept guarding the junk though there was no one to guard it from. After a few generations passed, the dogs were certain that the junkyard was a actually a yard filled with treasure or at least what Man considered to be treasure. Diesel was born in the back seat of a junkyard car with her brothers and sisters. She grew up thinking what the dogs before her thought of the junkyard and was excited to take her place as a guard dog. However, the older she got the more she realized that the junkyard was more like trash and shouldn't really be guarded. On that day, Diesel left the junkyard to live in the city instead, still hoping in becoming a guard dog but for something or someone that actually needed guarding.
Sample Post:
Diesel strutted through the city streets, her grey eyes staring forward. She had nothing to fear especially not after all the training her family gave her. The dog was a fighter, a bonified warrior. Someone who looked death in the eye and laughed. Or at least that's what she liked to think of herself. Diesel stilled herself as the ping of something metallic falling on the ground rang in her ears. Diesel looked around slowly, stopping only when she saw it. A deer. It had somehow gotten into the city and was making a racket as it seemed to be unused to its surroundings. Diesel smirked before turning around. "New in town hu?" She smiled softly. "Well let me give you a warm Strange City welcome." She laughed and shortly charged at her soon to be lunch.
Age: 3 years
Gender: Female
Eye color: grey(right) and blue(left) (heterochromia)
Species/breed: dog; doberman
Allegiance: Chaotic Neutral
Coat Colors: Black and blue-ish silver.
Physical Build: muscular, Diesel is a big girl with her large muscles. Her short fur just shows them off. She is strong and energetic enough to run for a long time. However, she's not very fast nor does her coat help her in the winter. She has a scar on her throat, in the shape of a bite, where her fur thins even more. She has floppy ears that end at her cheeks and a long, thin tail.
Picture:
Personality: Diesel is a nice dog. She'll talk first before attacking to determine whether she needs to or not. She's not a good person, she's just... nice. Diesel is also stubborn and begrudging to those who've crossed her. Her stubbornness makes it so where she straight out refuses to forget those she calls enemies. On the flipside, her stubbornness also makes her a hard worker. So there's that.
History: Diesel comes from a long line of junkyard dogs. After man vanished the dogs kept guarding the junk though there was no one to guard it from. After a few generations passed, the dogs were certain that the junkyard was a actually a yard filled with treasure or at least what Man considered to be treasure. Diesel was born in the back seat of a junkyard car with her brothers and sisters. She grew up thinking what the dogs before her thought of the junkyard and was excited to take her place as a guard dog. However, the older she got the more she realized that the junkyard was more like trash and shouldn't really be guarded. On that day, Diesel left the junkyard to live in the city instead, still hoping in becoming a guard dog but for something or someone that actually needed guarding.
Sample Post:
Diesel strutted through the city streets, her grey eyes staring forward. She had nothing to fear especially not after all the training her family gave her. The dog was a fighter, a bonified warrior. Someone who looked death in the eye and laughed. Or at least that's what she liked to think of herself. Diesel stilled herself as the ping of something metallic falling on the ground rang in her ears. Diesel looked around slowly, stopping only when she saw it. A deer. It had somehow gotten into the city and was making a racket as it seemed to be unused to its surroundings. Diesel smirked before turning around. "New in town hu?" She smiled softly. "Well let me give you a warm Strange City welcome." She laughed and shortly charged at her soon to be lunch.
