Post by Sakura on May 24, 2012 18:46:38 GMT -5
Character Name: Sakura
Age: 2 years
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf
History:
Age: 2 years
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf
History:
She was born in a village off the coast of Scandinavia. A hurricane struck, and by order of the National Guard, all residents were forced to evacuate. During the outset of the storm, as the howling winds seared through the land, her master's parents had told her to leave the puppy due to lack of room and space at the refugee camp. And so, Sakura was abandoned, left at a sea-shore village off the coast of Louisiana.Appearance:
She had been abandoned, left at a sea shore hamlet known to the local rogue dog packs as the Devil's Village. The place wasn't known for devils, thought... it was known for octopus and lobster. It was here where the locals ate octopus customarily. In any case, Zorn was found wondering through the ruins of the so-called Devil's Village, found surviving barely off of scraps of food. A lone pup condoning the sorrow she had emplaced on the world.
The pack took her in, however, what she failed to realize was their false intentions.
One by one, they rounded up the stray dogs that had been living in the area, and one-by-one, killed them all but the pup, they had something else in mind, something a whole lot worse than dying.
For the few that they had left alive, imobilized, and hurting from the cold, they gave the pup a sickle from one of the near by fisheries.
Calling her the "Devil's Child" -they made her do the sort of thing that you'd expect from Lucifer's own. After they made the pup torture those she had lived with for the past five days, they made her kill them. -The whole time they were forcing her to laugh, -howl like some sort of demon; as if she was enjoying it. -What was she going to do? -Say no, they'd kill her too. So she let fear take control, and did exactly as she was told. She butchered the bodies of the ones she loved, and laughed while she did it. The metalic hiss of the sickle clenched in her maw as it sliced clean through the dog's screaming vocals, sending their blood out afar, laughing, screeching, howling.
And as she bathed in their blood, it gradually turned from deep red, to jet black. To her, it looked like the ink of an octopus. The experience scared her deep, yet she had earned her way into the pack.
Seeing this as an oath to brotherhood, the leader of this pack raised the young gal as his own, transforming her into a ferocious killer. She was tortured to endure pain, placed into fights against the more experienced dogs, and utterly defeated. It was these teachings that strengthened her, the hard way. She had learned through through defeat that in order to live, she couldn't give up. That life gave no more tries. She was trained into a killer, a fighter, one who wouldn't give up, and eventually, her skills honed, and she got better at it, and soon, with all the pain she had endured, she no longer felt it. And then something happened, some spark ignited, and the Sakura they knew, left them... and she began to laugh... -howl like the demon that slaughtered the village's dogs... and in a flash of moments, the pack lay dead on the ground, bleeding from their arteries as the White and Black mass stalked their graves. -Laughing as they died, bathing in their blood. -Guilty as charged, from the beast that they -alone, had created.
Her eyes are a blazing willow green. She has snaggle teeth. Both of her front paws are black and both hind paws are white. Her tail is long and feather-like with the top part being black and the bottom half being white. Her build is lean yet strong. Her claws are white on her front feet and black on her back feet. She sharpens them by raking them down trees.Role-play Example:
This is from another RPG site, is that ok?
"I been down and mistreated. Now we're standin' undefeated. I'm! King of the mountain. Oh yeah I'm! King of the hill~!" D'Angelo sang out rather loudly, making up the words as he went along. How he'd stumbled across the old junk yard was a complete accident. He liked the place though. It felt oddly homey in its disorganized state. At some point he'd accidentally kicked an old radio hard enough to have it start blasting out music, yelping when the sounds surprised him. He fell into the beat quickly enough though, and now his head was bobbing as he belted up lyrics that didn't match the tune.
Good mood was probably an understatement for the blue brindle pitbull. At the moment he felt like he was on top of the world, and he was only getting higher as he climbed up a pile of junk. Never the smoothest dog, small odds and ends constantly tumbled beneath his paws. D was determined though. He would make it to the top. Then he would piss. And, finally, he would survey his kingdom. "I'm! King of the mountain! I'm! King of the hill~!"
He most certainly felt that way. After nearly slipping down the human made mountain (his paw had caught on a loose toaster that tried to send him sprawling), he had finally made it to the top. True to his word, he lifted his leg and let out a satisfying stream of yellow liquid. Who cared if this place was already claimed? He liked it here and wanted it to be his home. If any bullies tried to kick him out, so be it. He could take them! At the moment he felt like he could take on anyone. And, from his vantage point in the clouds, surveying his new domain, D'Angelo truly was a king.