Alkali

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[atrb=background,http://i486.photobucket.com/albums/rr229/s-doggy13/biomid.png] ALKALI'S GLORIOUS BIO ! ( A L K A L I . 4 . G E R M A N S H E P H E R D . M A L E . ) ____________________ Basic [ A L I A S ] Diablo [ P A C K ] Oasis [ T O W N / C I T Y ] New York City ____________________ Appearance [ H E I G H T ] 25 inches [ W E I G H T ] 80lbs [ E Y E C O L O R ] Deep shade of red [ C O A T P A T T E R N ] Solid black [ C O A T L E N G T H ] Short ____________________ General Personality [ P E R S O N A L I T Y ] The secluded being of this young shephered is sly and cunning. His short temper flares easily, an invisable fire igniting the dark side of which lies within him (yes, it does get darker). He is smooth, mind able to process situations quicker than most, making this young brute quick on his feet. Only at times when the alpha is present does his soft side come out, for his respect for ones of higher ranking is quick to set in, as long as those ones of higher ranking are within his pack...if not then his unstable being stays in affect. At one time in life did this Shepherd show love and compassion, a heart beating within his muscled, sleek chest. But that part of him was broken, smashed and burned long ago, and now, he is an unpredictable canine. [ N E G A T I V E ] Alkali shows no compassion for others and trusts no one. He is unpredictable at times as well as becoming annoyed easily with cocky males who believe the best of themselves. His short temper makes it hard to get along with him and also makes him keep to himself more. [ P O S I T I V E ] Thanks to his cunning, quick moves, hunting and fighting come easy to him. He does show respect to those of higher ranking within his pack, meaning he knows his place. He is strong willed and bodied, meaning he is no fool. [ S T R E N G T H S ] Fighting. Hunting. Thinking. [ W E A K N E S S ] Love. The time of day. Large bodies of water. ____________________ In Depth Personality [ L I K E S ] Pain. Night. Drama. [ D I S L I K E S ] Other males. Ones who abuse their power of authority. Day. [ D E S I R E S ] To kill. To taste blood. Revenge. [ F E A R S ] Falling in love. Large bodies of water. Life after death. [ D R E A M S ] Dreams of revenge on his father, of obtaining a position of high rank in a pack. He dreams that his brothers are not like his father and that he will spare them once they meet again. He dreams of his own pack, one will many numbers and many strengths. [ G O A L S ] To become one of high rank. To claim revenge on those of his past memories. Not to go down without a fight. Take back what is rightfully his. ____________________ History [ P A S T ] His past still haunts his tainted memories, making them dark and shady. He was born into a litter of five, although what happened to his three brothers is completely beyond him. But as for his sister, she had been slaughtered before them. It was to teach them that faes held no part in this cruel world and were of no importance. Shortly after, his mother suffered the same slaughtering, their father's violent streak becoming more ravenous. They trained until they couldn't move, faught one another until blood poured from their jowls. Oh, now it sparked in his memories. During a fight of which was connected to their training, his brother, Izeah, was pinned beneath the weight of his already growing frame. For his punishment, Izeah was slaughtered. Now as for the other two, he was still not certain. His father threatened to be rid of him just like the others if he didn't remain with him and train, the curdling blood red coloring of his father's chasms digging into his skull. And yet he ran, although his father and brothers were in pursuite. And they had him, along the line of the Hudson. All three of them from each direction. He made his choice, and lunged into the river. He found himself in New York City the next morning, blood red eyes glancing back over his shoulder once last time, to find what was left of his family gone like the wind. He would get his revenge on his father for destroying his family, but if his brothers had taken on the rest of the training then he could very well be facing three of his father. [ P R E S E N T ] After having been thrown around, submerged under the waters of Hudson he winds up in the massive city. He vowed revenge on his demonic father. Only problem was how to keep that vow when he would no longer have a clue where to find them? Simple. Let them come to him. They would meet up again but until then he would stay within the towering sky scrapers of the famous New York City, thriving with the Oasis pack until his chance came. [ D E S I R E D F U T U R E ] He can see his future, a glimpse of what it would look like. His father dead before his feet, his pack slinking in behind them. Their pelts are soaked in blood, all though he is not sure why. This vision haunts him, causes him to space out at un called for moments. Yet a crooked smile tugs at his jowls every time it plays in his mind. As for his brothers, their future he has not yet decided. ____________________ About the Roleplayer [ Y O U R U S E R N A M E ] beau [ N I C K N A M E ] fluffy [ A G E ] 15 ____________________ Optional [ H O W Y O U F O U N D U S ] Advertisment ____________________ First Bio [ R P S A M P L E ] The evening was usually the time of which summoned the rodents, their tiny little pads scurring over the abandoned streets of New York City. The soft, steady breaths of sleeping canines rush through the night, their minds full of dreams whether they be fulfilling, demonic or heavenly. The shrill cries of the shadowed pests echoe across the city as a snarl follows the sound of their scattering movements. They stare from the safety of the abandoned dwellings, dust blanketing their backs as their red orbs watching the figure slink through the ally ways. The silhouette travels silently through the night, taking no interest in the hissing rats of which threaten him with tiny lunges from the hide aways. His own blood red chasms are set on the path ahead, nostrils agape as the city air fills them. It tickled his tastebuds, arosing a vile taste in the back of his throat. He blends, slithering through the ways of which parted each building. Keeping his frame loose and alert, auds swiveling atop his chisled crown. The canine's plush onyx black coat bairly flinches in the chilled night air of which constricts him, sending a shiver cascading down his spinal cord to the tip of his billowy plume. Glistening canines are exposed as his jowls pull back, a deep snarl forming within his chest, only to slither up his esophogus and slip off his tongue. Now he stares at the Hudson, taking in the rippling surface of the crystal waters of which at some point would lead to the Atlantic. His past flashes through his mind like a flip book, and he shakes his dome vigorously, trying to be rid of the nasty flashback. Bat like auddits go back against his cranium as his slender build turns away from the eerie sight. His chasms only glance back over his muscled shoulder once more before the black flame within them sparks to life, sending his body into a spazzum. On nimble pillars, the soft sound of his sleek frame racing through the streets is the last thing to be heard through the night.

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Heh, you've put that he doesn't dream, but it's basically what he looks toward in the future XD Just put four future dreams and I'll accept him <3

[beau]

ok x)

[p i c a s s o]

Two more dreams needed <3

[beau]

ok, there x)

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