Don't forget ((to)) sew on<<-- the [BUTTON]'S

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[atrb=background,http://i486.photobucket.com/albums/rr229/s-doggy13/biomid.png] BUTTON'S GLORIOUS BIO ! ( BUTTON . 3 YEARS . BELGIAN SHEEPDOG . MALE[GAY] . ) ____________________ Basic [ A L I A S ] -- [ P A C K ] Loner [ T O W N / C I T Y ] Moves from town to town; ____________________ Appearance [ H E I G H T ] 26 inches tall at the shoulder; [ W E I G H T ] 68 lbs. [ E Y E C O L O R ] Sparkling turquoise. [blue] [ C O A T P A T T E R N ] Straight, black fur, fluffy. [ C O A T L E N G T H ] Long. ____________________ General Personality [ P E R S O N A L I T Y ] Button prefers to stay alone, and does not like a group of dogs, as he feels threatened. He does not show one ounce of mercy, no matter how big or small you are, and he simply doesn't care about your life. He's very stubborn, and there's almost no chance of getting along with him, he'll almost always spit out a nasty comment to you, or start trouble. He doesn't know how to socialize, and almost always a friendly greeting could turn deadly. Button never looks on the brighter side, and always finds the negatives in everything. He doesn't believe that he was meant to live in this world, and wasn't meant to live. This male also suffers from epilepsy, which is a weakness of his. His mind begins to spin, and he passes out; most of the time, Button has voices inside of his head, which make him officially unstable. [ N E G A T I V E ] Mostly everything about him, its hard to see the light in him. [ P O S I T I V E ] Ehm...hmm... [ S T R E N G T H S ] His fighting skills , his ability to hide within the darkness , his weight and height gives him an advantage. [ W E A K N E S S ] He's hesitant to go near rivers, or large bodies of water, because of his incident as a pup. If he ever see's his father's spirit, he'll be scared out of his mind. Also, he sometimes suffers from seizures. ____________________ In Depth Personality

[ L I K E S ] Male dogs , being alone , fighting , killing pups , raping females & males , etc .

[ D I S L I K E S ] Female dogs, sluts , puppies [unless they're his own] , happy dogs , most of the world , his family.

[ D E S I R E S ] Blood , rape , flesh.

[ F E A R S ] His father's spirit , his own shadow , being loved.

[ D R E A M S ] To one day be in charge of all the dogs.

[ G O A L S ] To find an evil companian , or someone who could understand him . Also to make a female have pups for him & his fellow male mate.

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History

[ P A S T ] As a pup , Button was beaten and abused by his father constantly, making him into the ill dog he is now. His father was a maniac, and now Button mimics the things his father used to do. Button's father tricked Button to come to a river with him, and while there, he pushed Button into it, and he accidentally fell in himself. Button miraculously got out, and watched as his father was drowning, and crying out his name. But he did nothing to help. Button watched as his father struggled underneath the heavy rapids, gasping for air, his mouth snapping left and right, trying to get a hold on a branch of some sort; there was nothing there. Frozen and confused, Button felt the urge to help, but thinking back, what had his father ever done to him, except abused him? He also mentioned that his life was now shit because of Button. With one hard glare, he turned his back upon his father, and that was that.


[ P R E S E N T ] Button's malicious behavior has been thrashed upon many dogs throughout his three years of life. He rapes female and male dogs, often hears things that are only in his mind; he is unstable and loopy, belonging in an asylum. He has a strong hate for life, especially new life, meaning puppies. Button lives on his own, lurking in the dark corners of alley's, or wherever he can hide, and stalk out his prey.


[ D E S I R E D F U T U R E ] The future is quite unknown for Button. He may possibly find a male mate to live his life with, but seeing his state, Button is unpredictable, and you can't really map out his path of life.

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About the Roleplayer

[ Y O U R U S E R N A M E ] Affinity

[ N I C K N A M E ] Affie (:

[ A G E ] 14 , almost 15 :]

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[ O T H E R : ] Random showed me it (:

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First Bio

[ R P S A M P L E ] Valiant eyed the brute for a moment , her expression fatal. She swished her banner to the side , her claws clicking against the stone surface. Her orbs darted from side to side , her emotions changing. She didn’t want it to be obvious , at all. He already had a pack , and an alphess. None of that would change just because he met her. The sun shone down upon her pelt , her fierce brown coming out.

There was a suddle silence , the kind where you didn’t really know what to say , or even do. The rogue shifted her body to the side , licking her chops once more. That’s what she did when she was bored, licked her maw , until it was completely soaked with saliva. How un-attractive, right? Well ,it wasn’t like she was trying to impress him , so it didn’t quite matter. Her attention was caught as the male began to speak.


” It's my land I'll do what I want on it. Thanks for letting me know what I can and cannot do. Don't you have someone to run off with and live happily ever after? Running a pack is much harder than it seems, don't judge me please."




She didn’t understand why the male always had to one up her on things. Why he had to pretend and be so mature and statue like. You could tell that there was a broken piece inside of him, that was about to fall , and bring everything else down. The femme lowered her haunches into a sit. She was tired; simple. She couldn’t put up a fight anymore, not like there was any need for one as of now.


”Exactly , that was my land, and I did what I wanted on it. You can’t control me in the rogue lands, and say I’m being rude, unless you like contradicting yourself. Yeah , if I really had someone to be happy with , do you think I’d be here? No. I wouldn’t be. And for your information , I wasn’t judging you. And being a rogue isn’t glamorous pup , so don’t judge me either. And don’t be rude in my territory. Now If you don’t have anything else to say , I’ll be on my way , Jace.


The loner grimaced slyly , her brisk fur swaying to the side. She peered up at the sky and the trees. They were changing color , and it was getting colder. She knew that she could of just made a mistake that would cost her life. Winter was the time when many loners died , because they couldn’t prvide for themselves. Overall , living in a pack might be better, but , which pack? She had utterly blown it with this pack , there weren’t many choices left…

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Yeah, sorry, by "sparkling turquoise", I just meant blue, but wanted it to sound a bit better. But they're just blue; & yeah, I know he won't be able to defeat every dog, because that's god-modding & power playing. And I didn't really know how long to make the history or personality, because I didn't see the application explanation, but thanks for showing me it. I'll fix the other things now :]

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