Post by style on Jul 24, 2010 9:44:44 GMT -5
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[ L I K E S ]
Warm Weather
Rain
Thunder Storms
The Darkness
Being Happy
Others being Happy
Others like her
[ D I S L I K E S ]
The Cold
The Sun
Cars
others sad
Lies
Being Depressed
[ D E S I R E S ]
To have a family with a loving mate
to Travel to LA
To be Admired
[ F E A R S ]
Death
Being Alone forever
being hated
[ D R E A M S ]
To have a family
Be at a high position in a pack
To be wanted
to go to LA with a lover
[ G O A L S ]
To rise the ranks in a pack
Travel LA
To have a family
To have someone look up to her
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History
History
[ P A S T ]
Zeniths mother was a beautiful Dalmatian named Destiny. Destiny didn't have the liver colored spots like Zenith, but Zenith did inharet being petite from her mother. Zeniths color came from a big brute named Patches. Patches and Destiny were a lovely couple until a week after their first litter was born Patches was shot by a hunter in the near by woods. Destiny was left to care for her pups all by herself, which wasn't at all easy considering she had five pups. The oldest of the litter was a female named Kylie, Then there was the second oldest a male named Dexter, then the middle pup was Zenith. The last of the pups were twin boy named Oliver and Drake.
It's not like Anything dramatic happened in the past with Zenith that made her a master mind. No, she lived a life as normal as a stray could possibly. When she was old enough she left her family, she didn't want to be a burden to them any longer. She just wanted to go out and find someone to love her and have same life as her mother maybe without the hunter part if possible.
[ P R E S E N T ]
Zenith wanders the streets of good old Houston. She loves everything about it but she wants to go to LA because she hears it's fabulous. She guesses that she'll have to wait because right now the Infix Pack needs her. Her only hope of rising through the ranks is by staying with them for as long as she possibly can.
[ D E S I R E D F U T U R E ]
Like it is listed above she wishes to have a happy life like her mother almost had. She wishes to visit LA but not alone.
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About the Roleplayer
About the Roleplayer
[ Y O U R U S E R N A M E ] S T Y L E
[ N I C K N A M E ] Stylie
[ A G E ] 15
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Optional
Optional
[ H O W Y O U F O U N D U S ] on the Internet
[ A D V E R T OR A F F ? ] Neither
[ W H A T S I T E ? ] A site with a name
[ O T H E R : ] I LOVE YOU
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First Bio
First Bio
[ R P S A M P L E ]
Her fangs slipped easily into the skin letting the blood flow against her face and down into a puddle at her paws. Darkness comforted the killer as she waited for death to grab her victim. The victims movements were weak and so her struggle against her was wasted. Every time one of the Victims claws came up against her muscles body scratching against her she tugged at the skin. She would teach this Victim that her fighting was wasted, and let her die slowly and painfully for even thinking to fight against her. Gianna lifted her blood stained face her tongue flicking up against her muzzle licking the blood from her muzzle only to stain her teeth worst. Her silver fangs were never clean due to her many kills. Really Gianna just walked the borders as if she were a guard waiting for the day that a war would come in which she could fight.
Gianna's harks perked forward as the click of urgent claws rang through the prison walls. There was another in Gianna's prison? She growled at the thought of all these intruders running across the lands that she called home. The scent soon met her nose, the scent of a male, the scent wasn't Cethin and it made the sleek, thin hairs of her neck stand up on end. Then he dramatically bursts into the blood stained room looking at the dead body with horror. A smile found it's way across Gianna's thin black lips she loved causing pain to others. "You come to save a life that's already dead at the cost of your own? Oh, dear your not very bright at all now are you?" She said with her smile broadening.
She stepped over her victims lifeless body her muscles rippling as she did so. She was a dangerous creature with death written across her face. Gianna was the devils princess and would do his bidding for him. She walked towards him sticking her nose right up to his face the scent of blood wafting off of her breath. She lifted a single bloody paw and pressed it against his white chest leaving a perfect bloody paw print. Gianna turned almost hitting the white menace in the face with her tick tail. A growl ripped through her throat warning the brute wondering why he had come onto the land that she had been sworn to protect. "You better have a good reason to bring yourself onto Cethin land, otherwise you'll face the same fate as her" She nodded towards the frame of the victim that lay motionless in the center of the cell.
Gianna's harks perked forward as the click of urgent claws rang through the prison walls. There was another in Gianna's prison? She growled at the thought of all these intruders running across the lands that she called home. The scent soon met her nose, the scent of a male, the scent wasn't Cethin and it made the sleek, thin hairs of her neck stand up on end. Then he dramatically bursts into the blood stained room looking at the dead body with horror. A smile found it's way across Gianna's thin black lips she loved causing pain to others. "You come to save a life that's already dead at the cost of your own? Oh, dear your not very bright at all now are you?" She said with her smile broadening.
She stepped over her victims lifeless body her muscles rippling as she did so. She was a dangerous creature with death written across her face. Gianna was the devils princess and would do his bidding for him. She walked towards him sticking her nose right up to his face the scent of blood wafting off of her breath. She lifted a single bloody paw and pressed it against his white chest leaving a perfect bloody paw print. Gianna turned almost hitting the white menace in the face with her tick tail. A growl ripped through her throat warning the brute wondering why he had come onto the land that she had been sworn to protect. "You better have a good reason to bring yourself onto Cethin land, otherwise you'll face the same fate as her" She nodded towards the frame of the victim that lay motionless in the center of the cell.
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