Post by rapture on Jul 25, 2010 22:51:56 GMT -5
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[ L I K E S ]-flirting, hanging out with males, relaxing, talking
[ D I S L I K E S ]-liars, cheaters, hipocrites, beggers, sexist and racist males,
[ D E S I R E S ]-To eventually have a family of her own and a soul mate and to be loved
[ F E A R S ]-fire and thunderstorms and rats
[ D R E A M S ]-to be respected and loved no matter what, to be protected, and to be admired
[ G O A L S ]-have a family of her own, to be with someone who deeply cares about her, to have many friends, and to be feared.
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History
History
[ P A S T ]-Rapture was once a pet. Her owners cared about her greatly. Life was good until the mother got sick and ended up in the hospital. After a few weeks, the mother returned home but she wasn't the same anymore. They ended up getting rid of Rapture and tossed her out onto the street in New York. Rapture was nothing more than a year old when it happened.
Bitter toward humans, Rapture roamed the streets avoiding humans and eventually she turned against them completely, fighting with dog catchers and biting them if they got too close to her. Eventually Rapture was on her own again for good and she managed to avoid humans completely. She was born from a breeder a while ago and has no idea where her siblings are or even if she has grandparents around. No sort of family member has come forward to get involved or to get to know her at all. She misses her young owner and harbors no ill will toward her. She was mainly angry with the girls parents. She'll never forget it for as long as she lives. Of course, she doesn't know that she has a younger brother out there somewhere due to no communication.
[ P R E S E N T ]-Rapture is pretty much on her own now. She doesn't have anyone close to her on any level. She meets other dogs but doesn't have anything solid to step on. She basically stays to herself and doesn't get involved in anything unless its absolutely necessary. even then its a choice as to whether or not she will stick her head out for anyone just yet. It will take a while before she would actually feel comfortable trusting again
[ D E S I R E D F U T U R E ] Basically to travel the world or at least as far as she can get, to have a mate who adores her and respects her and to eventually have a family of her own to fill that void that her human had thrusted upon her when she was only a year old being tossed out on her own in such a way that made her turn against humans for a good reason, or though a good reason to her standards.
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About the Roleplayer
About the Roleplayer
[ Y O U R U S E R N A M E ] Jennifer
[ N I C K N A M E ] jen
[ A G E ] 28
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[ H O W Y O U F O U N D U S ] Advertisement
[ A D V E R T OR A F F ? ] ad
[ W H A T S I T E ? ] my own
[ O T H E R : ] N/A
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First Bio
First Bio
[ R P S A M P L E ]-Cheyanne's paws lightly touched the dirt covered ground, leaving perfect impressions behind. Her folded harks were raised on either side of her skull, acoustics cupping any faint noise that might come to them.
Her ice blue eyes were locked a head of her, as she moved easily. Her legs moved easily with each step. Her tail swayed behind her moving easily with each step.
Her lower jaw dropped , salmon pink tongue lolling out and resting over her bottom two canines as she panted slightly. The weather was much cooler now and the air was much more colder. Cheyanne hated the cold with a passion but she could deal with it a lot more than the heat The heat was much worse as there was no way she could get cool unless she jumped into a cold water stream. But there were none around here in the city unles she went outside the border and under the wall, which was something she was a bit terrified of doing at that moment.
Still Cheyanne ventured into the Ghost town, seeing the old buildings from the 1800s from the old west. There was an old saloon, a blacksmith and a hotel and much more. A few dogs passed through here earlier. she walked along the rickety old raised wooden sidewalk.
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