Post by p i c a s s o on Jul 20, 2010 5:54:39 GMT -5
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[ L I K E S ]
Laughing, summer, puppyish activities.
[ D I S L I K E S ]
Death, cancer, weakness.
[ D E S I R E S ]
To get rid of this cancer.
To die peacefully.
To lead a happy and fulfilling life.
[ F E A R S ]
Dying.
His cancer.
Love.
[ D R E A M S ]
Of life after death.
He used to dream of finding a mate and having a happy family. Now he knows that won't be the case.
He wishes that he didn't have the stupid cancer so he could live normally.
He wishes he could find love.
[ G O A L S ]
To die peacefully and not painfully.
To 'live life to the full' and not have any regrets.
To not be negative before he passes over.
To stay strong for everyone.
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History
History
[ P A S T ]
Ink was a very boring puppy. He didn't really care about life and was indifferent to everything. His brothers and sisters would think he was crazy because he wouldn't play with them or fight with them or literally do anything with them. Instead he's just sit with his mother and not care about a thing. His puppyhood was lost, and nothing anyone could say made him change his mind. He was, quite frankly, boring. So when, at seven months old, he found a lump on his stomach, his life changed significantly. Ink was old enough to understand the consequences of cancer. In fact, his own father had died from it when he was only a few weeks old. It was probably his first memory, watching his father take his last breath, with that same lump engraved on his stomach.
So Ink knew this meant bad news. He realised he'd been wasting his short life away, and immediately changed. He was old enough to be on his own by seven months, so he left his brothers and sisters and travelled Houston, doing whatever he damn well liked.
He would do anything just to have a good time. He'd find dogs that enjoyed watching him make a fool of himself. He would do whatever they told him. If they said jump, he's say "How high?" There was nothing Ink wouldn't do, because, really, he didn't have much longer. He knew he didn't. Then again, Ink wasn't sure how long it would be before the cancer would start affecting him. He was young and perhaps it would stay dormant for another few years. Yet Ink wasn't going to take his chances. He was going to do everything he could to make his life worthwhile.
[ P R E S E N T ]
Now that Ink is just past one year old, the cancer is starting to take effect on him. Some days he will feel fine. He can jump about all he likes with no pain or tiredness. Then there are other days where he's in excruciating pain. He throws up, gets headaches, feels nauseous for the rest of the day. Ink knows that these are signs telling him that he won't make it another few years. Ink wouldn't be able to cope if he was still alive in a few years anyway. Throwing up everyday just didn't seem too appealing for him.
His time is nearing, and there is nothing that Ink can do to stop it.
[ D E S I R E D F U T U R E ]
Ink doesn't like looking to the future, because he knows it isn't pretty. He wants to live his last few months happy and positive. He wants to meet all sorts of new dogs that will make him feel on top of the world, before he drops dead.
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About the Roleplayer
About the Roleplayer
[ Y O U R U S E R N A M E ]
[ N I C K N A M E ]
[ A G E ]
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First Bio
First Bio
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