AYLA MONTOYA

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[atrb=background,http://i486.photobucket.com/albums/rr229/s-doggy13/biomid.png] AYLA'S GLORIOUS BIO ! ( AYLA . THREE . BORDER COLLIE . FEMALE . ) ____________________ Basic [ A L I A S ] --none [ P A C K ] --undecided as of now [ T O W N / C I T Y ] --new york ____________________ Appearance [ H E I G H T ] --18 inches [ W E I G H T ] --29 pounds [ E Y E C O L O R ] --ice blue [ C O A T P A T T E R N ] --blue merle [ C O A T L E N G T H ] --medium to long ____________________ General Personality [ P E R S O N A L I T Y ] a naturally timid being, ayla enjoys to stay out of the spotlight. it's not that she doesn't enjoy affection, but it's more of the fact that she's afraid of it. but even if she doesn't like feeling all eyes on her, she's still very friendly, and more submissive then anything. i mean heck, anyone could snarl at her and she'd be on her back in seconds, and even if they didn't threaten her she'd still lie on her back so she wouldn't be threatened. first impressions aren't her thing, because when you first meet ayla you'll instantly feel like she doesn't like you because she's so quiet, or her stares are almost cold. but really, she's trying so hard to seem friendly, she just finds it hard to trust anyone. ayla is a hopeless romantic, and can spend hours dreaming about the perfect male. she literally never gets tired of it. ayla is a very shy female, who keeps to herself most of the time, not wanting to involve others in her life. she is the kind of girl who thinks, very, very, lowly of herself and always puts others first, not because she wants to but because she doesn't want them to think she's rude or anything like that. it's hard for her to keep friends cause of the fact that she's not open about things and is often quiet, making this awkward most of the time. friends. somethings she always dreads, and in fact, ayla would be just fine alone. not that she actually wants to be alone, but when she does make friends, she finds it hard to keep them. she just doesn't really have that personality that most want. you know, 'happy, bubbly, talkative' she's probably the opposite. but it doesn't matter, she could careless if she had others by her side or not, ayla would never trust anyone, let alone someone who tried to get close to her. i can't lie, the first thing you'll probably notice about ayla is that she's incredibly stupid. she'll constantly stop in the middle of her sentence and say 'like' or 'um'. she doesn't try for it, and it's not like she can't learn, it's just how she grew up. ayla is very negative, and i can't tell you how many times she could bring you down. she thinks of herself as the most disgusting, annoying canine to walk within a 100 mile radius, although she is probably the opposite. once you get her to talking, though, she does open up a bit. although she never will talk about herself unless asked, she will usually try and start some kind of conversation. [ N E G A T I V E ] --self conscious. --shy. --submissive. --dumb. [ P O S I T I V E ] --easy going. --submissive.(i think this trait is both positive and negative) --helpful. --romantic. [ S T R E N G T H S ] --her looks. --her speed. --strong willed. [ W E A K N E S S ] --her attitude. --males. --weak. ____________________ In Depth Personality

[ L I K E S ]
--quiet.
--friendly canines.
--affection.
--the winter.

[ D I S L I K E S ]
--rudeness.
--when others are pushy.
--warm days.
--water.

[ D E S I R E S ]
--to find someone who truly cares.
--make friends.

[ F E A R S ]
--being hated.
--falling in love.
--forgiving.

[ D R E A M S ]
--find a steady relationship.
--being able to keep her friends.

[ G O A L S ]
--find a pack.
--make some friends.

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History

[ P A S T ]
It's a cold world, did you not know that? If you didn't, I'm sorry to burst your bubble. See, nothing happens the way it's supposed to. Have you ever noticed that no one cares? Because, if you haven't by now, I'm trying hard not to ruin your day. Males are sexist pigs and females are conceited bitches, I'm pretty sure that's how it all goes down in the end. You can pretend you aren't, but we all know the truth. On the inside your dying to hit that girl, or just looking for that one reflective object so you can see how beautiful you are.

Sick.

The world is sick, they have no mind. Everyone's brain washed and your just followin' in your mama's footsteps. How disgusting does that make you feel, it makes me wanna puke. Of course, you're not me and I'm defiantly not you, so what does my opinion matter? It doesn't.

I guess you could say I grew up as a normal dog, I had a normal life. Mom and Pop were chill, they know what was up. Mama would watch me and my siblings play while Dad would go find some meat to chew up, same old, same old. Everyone grew up like that. Right? Of course.

Sooner or later I grew up and, found a descent boy who seemed to like me for who I was. I was only 1 at the time, what did I know. His name was James and he seemed perfect in every way, we spent countless days together and never really left each others side. I still kept in touch with my folks, though. And they really didn't like the fact that I was hanging around with such a troublemaker, but he seemed so perfect to me I had began to ignore my parents words.

If I hadn't told you, yes, James wasn't Mr. Perfect. He caused friction, and he hurt others. But I never thought anything of it, I just thought he was my James. That was all he needed to be. Thinking back, he was probably the one that tore me and my family apart, he was the one who hurt us the most, and he was the biggest change in my life.

Days passed, maybe even weeks and James and I grew closer and closer, but it wasn't like we were mates or anything, no matter how much I wanted it. I began to think we really had something between us, because I hadn't felt like this towards anyone else in my life, and James we so special to me. I began to think I knew what love felt like.

Wrong. I would never know what love really felt like at such a young age, I was stupid and i hate myself for making mistakes like I did. I hate myself for falling for such a thing like him.

I lost my virginity to that dog. And what I got in return was the stale scent of sex in the morning. I had never once took the time to see the sings, he was just using me. I was nothing more then dirt at his paws, and I hated myself for not noticing that before.

Before I knew it I was pregnant.

Trust me, that is the most foul feeling you will ever feel. Its rotten, knowing you did something you never should have and having no way to hide it. My parents would obviously find out and I'd be out on my own cause they didn't give a damn. I'm guessing they were tired of raising me, I couldn't blame them, I was such a brat.

Pregnant. What a painful word. What a disgusting, vile, word. Just thinking about that word brings back memories, the glares. The rude remarks. "Oh, she's only a year old, what a whore!" Disgusting, I couldn't take it. And I was not a whore! It wasn't like I did that every day, it was a one time thing.

I decided to deliver them, and when the time came, I felt more alone then ever. Curled up in a ball wincing through the pain. But everything happens for a reason I guess, and something good had to come out of this mess.

There were three pups, the rest had died of malnourishment. It wasn't like I didn't feel bad, but in a sense, these pups were part of him. I hated them for that. Eventually I found someone willing to take the three and I moved on with my life.

[ P R E S E N T ]
I like to think of myself as different. I like to think that I don't actually fall for everything, and I'm not as stupid as james said I was. I'm not gullible and I'm stronger from all of this. I'd like to say that I'm a whole different dog, and I'm happier then ever. But if I said any of that then I'd be wrong. Nothing's changed, and I doubt it ever will. Don't call me over-reactive, cause I'm not. I know I'm defiantly not the only one who went through what I had to go through, but I feel like I've been alone through the entire thing. I guess I'm alright with being alone, but it would have been nice if someone was there with me.

[ D E S I R E D F U T U R E ]
Hopefully I can find a place in some pack, meet some friends and just get along. I honestly don't think that I will ever fall for anyone again, but if I do, hopefully he won't be like James.

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About the Roleplayer

[ Y O U R U S E R N A M E ] --aylaa

[ N I C K N A M E ] --aylas short enough [:

[ A G E ] --fifteen

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[ H O W Y O U F O U N D U S ] --i don't really rememberr, sorry aha

[ A D V E R T OR A F F ? ] --

[ W H A T S I T E ? ] --

[ O T H E R ]

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First Bio

[ R P S A M P L E ]
(i'm sorry this is old and horrible)

dump. dump. tha dump, tha dump, tha dump. the tall and slender female began to sing as she trotted along the rusted chain link fence that held in the items of the dump. it sure didn't smell too great, but Ayla obviously ignored the last comment on account of how fun it looked to slide down the slid-able objects. like you know, in movies. this type of the day was the best, the heat had left and now it was just a perfect brightness, unlike in the morning when you had to practically squint to see in front of you. ayla hadn't done anything exciting in a while, but her trips to the dump had always ended in some sort of fun, so why not venture there again. with her tail curled to her back she bunched up her muscles and pushed her weight off her front paws, then resting them on the fence while she pushed it open.

the noise wasn't that fantastic, but what did you expect? there was obviously other ways to get in, with much less noise, but ayla was much too lazy to actually run all the way to the other side. talking her long lean body and strutting into the gated area, she felt that her presence had to be known. "AYLA MONTOYA IS IN THA HOUSE!" she snapped at the air while a fly had cut her off, the rest of her speech fading away in her mind. whatever, it probably wasn't that important. feeling like a million bucks, especially around all this garbage, ayla picked up her paws once again and walked up to where the main pile of junk was. she didn't care to study the items that she would soon be stepping on, instead she just walked carefully over the trash and made it to the top. very slowly.

she hadn't even taken the time to notice someone else was here, let alone a complete whack job. but hey, she was still learning.

ah, the sunset. how beautiful. ayla was never really one for these kinds of things, you know, taking in the day, but when you had nothing to do and a sunset was right before you with a fantastic view, why not pass it up? the sun was still setting when she became bored, after only about a minute of sitting in once place she let out a yawn and slowly climbed her way down. that was when she herd it.

“I know of a place, a place, p-place. Where you’ll never be harmed. A MAGICAL place, with magical c-chahahaha… Charm. INDOORS, INDOORS…”

woah. what was that. cream colored ears perked as high as they would go while she slid down the pile of useless shit. aww how cute. there was a male, and he seemed to be scared. ayla grinned at a chance to make another friend and walked over with her tail wagging. "Hi!" she spoke happily, her eyes flickering as they made contact with the other dog's blue orbs. ooh fancy. "You, mister, you have pretty eyes!" flattery. but hey, it was true!

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