Post by zeero on Aug 2, 2010 18:06:03 GMT -5
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[ L I K E S ]
- Thunderstorms.
- Naps.
- Art.
[ D I S L I K E S ]
- Noise.
- Death.
- Fear.
[ D E S I R E S ]
- To meet a friend or two.
- To go to New York.
- To find a mate, someday.
[ F E A R S ]
- Pack life.
- Being trapped.
- Destruction.
[ D R E A M S ]
- To make a lifelong friend.
- To travel to the west coast.
- Finding love.
- To find peace.
[ G O A L S ]
- Learn to express herself.
- To come out of her shell a bit more.
- Learn to paint somehow.
- Be respected.
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History
History
[ P A S T ]
Gwen holds her roots in the southern state of Florida. Her parents were young and in love when a litter seemed like a good idea. The truth couldn't have been more different. The couple was hardly ready for the responsibility of pups, and when the mother gave birth to a litter of two, the pair was on bad terms. In the coming weeks, the two would only loathe each other more, their anger swelling as the pups grew.
They finally split when Gwen was about ten weeks old. Her parents had been fighting again, snarling curses and insults at one another. It was routine for them, this battle, ingrained as much in to their daily as sleeping and eating. The pups, two rapidly growing females, would do nothing but watch, having already learned it would do no good to interfere. Tonight, however, it was different. Their father had become silent, pacing in the darkness. The pups watched him for a while before falling asleep. They had no idea it was the last time they would see him. The terrier male left under the cover of darkness without a single word.
Gwen was crushed by this. She had always been their father's favorite, and after he left her behind she felt betrayed and angry, spending every waking moment in a foul mood.
The pup's one salvation, however, was Simon. The black shepherd mix lived nearby with his father and sister, both siblings only a few weeks older than Gwen. The pair soon grew inseparable, often dreaming of traveling the world together. Simon wanted to see snow more than anything else. Gwen would rather spend her days on the beach.
One afternoon, the young dogs decided to make their far-off dream a reality. They were no longer pups, and they said goodbye to their families without a fuss, leaving the only place they'd ever known to chase a wild new life. It was exhilarating. They began a long trip north, following the coast, wandering through empty cities and vacant streets. Their only communication with the outside world came from the mouth of local mutts.
Eventually, the pair found themselves in the bustling canine metropolis of New York. Most of the residents were preparing for a fast approaching winter. This only exited Simon, and as the first cold, white flakes began to fall from the night sky, he woke Gwen, urging her out onto the abandoned street. The bull terrier had never seen her friend so happy, bounding through the flurries with his tongue lolling from his mouth. Soon, the flakes began to blanket the ground, and Gwen joined the shepherd in the street, frolicking until the first dawn lights began to streak the sky. It was the happiest time of her life, that winter. Her happiness, however, was short lived.
One snowy spring day, Gwen woke to find herself alone in the alley the pair had claimed. The only sign of the shepherd was a faint scent from some time in the early morning. The terrier followed it, her black nose pressed to the pavement. Only faint whiffs of his smell remained, but she followed it as best she could. Eventually, the trail met up with another's near the fountain. Now, though, She could smell the shepherd's scent in the air, and she bounded in his direction. What met her eyes, however, made her blood run cold. Simon lay stiff in the frost, a small puddle of blood staining the snow around his head and neck a dark red. Gwen closed the last few steps between them quickly, knowing in her heart it would do no good. She had lost him.
The terrier buried his dark body beneath a tree in a nearby park they had often visited. After he was gone, however, the city's charm faded. The dog soon left the memory tainted streets behind, heading west toward Chicago, a place many dogs had spoken of. She hoped the city would open a new chapter in her life, help her overcome grief and start fresh.
[ P R E S E N T ]
A year has passed since Simon's death. Gwen has since found a new life for herself in Chicago amongst the many museums she has come to enjoy so much. The art institute being by far her favorite. She can often be found wandering the cavernous halls, or out on the sidewalk, smearing mud across the pavement with a paw, attempting to mimic the paintings inside the buildings. She socializes on rare occasions, though she would like to find a few close friends in the city.
[ D E S I R E D F U T U R E ]
Gwen dreams of one day finding a small group of others that share her interests, though she still enjoys her solitude. Eventually, she would like to find a mate, but it's quite low on her list of endeavors.
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About the Roleplayer
About the Roleplayer
[ Y O U R U S E R N A M E ] Zeero.
[ N I C K N A M E ] Zee, Roo, whatever.
[ A G E ] 14.
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[ H O W Y O U F O U N D U S ] Affiliate button.
[ A D V E R T OR A F F ? ] Aff.
[ W H A T S I T E ? ] Stranger.
[ O T H E R : ] Awesome site.
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First Bio
First Bio
[ R P S A M P L E ]
Gray clouds hovered over the coastline, slowly drifting further inland to storm the land. Wind whipped fiercely through the decrepit streets, pieces of long-forgotten trash winging through the air for a few seconds, only to collide with a barricade. Gwen stood alone on the cracked pavement of an ancient street. Salty water was just beginning to lap at her toes, and she watched it with interest. The tide was slowly flowing into the city, steadily consuming it's natural coastline. Soon it would turn the streets into canals and the dogs would have to retreat to higher ground.
Suddenly, an odd movement in the swirling water caught the terrier's eye. She watched the swell intently, hoping whatever it was would suddenly appear again. There. A tiny mouse, soaked to the skin, was clinging to a bit of wood. It's pink paws were barely holding on, and as the waves washed over it's head, it's grip slowly became weaker. Before her mind could comprehend what she was doing, Gwen was in the water, snatching the thing's pink tail in her mouth before the swell could take it under again. The rodent struggled fiercely, chattering it's teeth in displeasure. The waterlogged mutt took it back to land, measuring the hunger in her belly. It wasn't enough to kill this half-drowned creature. The dog preferred to hunt her prey, not slaughter it at it's weakest. She lowered the tiny body to the ground, releasing her jaws as soon as it's tiny paws hit the pavement. It scurried away thankfully, it's chattering silenced. Gwen watched it go without regret. Soon after, the storm clouds broke. It was back to the apartments for her, then.
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