i have [BRITTLE] bones it seems
Apr 27, 2013 18:39:13 GMT -5
Post by ashito on Apr 27, 2013 18:39:13 GMT -5
Name: Brittle
Age: 3 years
Gender: female
Group: Fenrir
Rank: soldier
Personality:
Brittle is one to bottle up emotions and throw them in the sea, she tries to forget but memories always come back into her and haunt her. She feels weak at times in the inside, but on the outside is harsh and emotionless, always questioning others and showing only some to none emotions. She is not friendly to the young, and is hard at approaching people and making friends, even keeping them is a struggle. Brittle finds herself stuck on the past, which makes it hard to pull through but fighting lets out all her fire and spreads it wild. She tried to be extremely loyal to the higher-ups, but she finds herself at times snapping at others and having a short temper.
Likes... physical combat, the industrial sounds and lights of the city, bodies of water, and storms
Dislikes... nature, pups and kits, the felines, humans, her own mind
Appearance:
Brittle is a buff yet small mixed-breed with a creamy white coat that becomes more of an orange near her muzzle and her legs are speckled with darker but faded spots. Her eyes are round and brown, quite innocent looking, but hides all inner emotions. Her fur is long and a bit shaggy when not groomed, and can easily clump. She is about as tall as if standing next to the average human, would come right above their knee. Her nose is dark and connected to a medium-length muzzle.
History:
Brittle's name as only a pup was simply Molly, raised in a house where they bred collies but she was part of an accidental litter her mother made. Because she was just a mutt beside her purebred perfectly proportioned half-siblings, she was often treated below them and was given less love from her mother and her siblings liked to leave her out of activities because she was different. On a complete rage and depression about the little attention she got, she ran away and met up with a fellow neighborhood dog that was a mixed-breed like her named Bandit. At the age of two years, her and her heart fell for him and she was soon pregnant with his pups. But, when she was only a few days away from birth, he had raced in front of a car and had been easily killed by the large monster. She was devastated, and surely thought she would just die away of heartbreak. All the stress and lack of feeding made all her children come out of stillborn, and Bandit's old owners that had accepted her in kicked her out because they thought of her as useless and thought she was going to pass away anyways. But while on the streets, Molly found herself meeting the dogs of Fenrir, preparing herself with a new name, Brittle, and a fresh page to write.
Got a drawing/picture of them? Link:
photo credited to me
Age: 3 years
Gender: female
Group: Fenrir
Rank: soldier
Personality:
Brittle is one to bottle up emotions and throw them in the sea, she tries to forget but memories always come back into her and haunt her. She feels weak at times in the inside, but on the outside is harsh and emotionless, always questioning others and showing only some to none emotions. She is not friendly to the young, and is hard at approaching people and making friends, even keeping them is a struggle. Brittle finds herself stuck on the past, which makes it hard to pull through but fighting lets out all her fire and spreads it wild. She tried to be extremely loyal to the higher-ups, but she finds herself at times snapping at others and having a short temper.
Likes... physical combat, the industrial sounds and lights of the city, bodies of water, and storms
Dislikes... nature, pups and kits, the felines, humans, her own mind
Appearance:
Brittle is a buff yet small mixed-breed with a creamy white coat that becomes more of an orange near her muzzle and her legs are speckled with darker but faded spots. Her eyes are round and brown, quite innocent looking, but hides all inner emotions. Her fur is long and a bit shaggy when not groomed, and can easily clump. She is about as tall as if standing next to the average human, would come right above their knee. Her nose is dark and connected to a medium-length muzzle.
History:
Brittle's name as only a pup was simply Molly, raised in a house where they bred collies but she was part of an accidental litter her mother made. Because she was just a mutt beside her purebred perfectly proportioned half-siblings, she was often treated below them and was given less love from her mother and her siblings liked to leave her out of activities because she was different. On a complete rage and depression about the little attention she got, she ran away and met up with a fellow neighborhood dog that was a mixed-breed like her named Bandit. At the age of two years, her and her heart fell for him and she was soon pregnant with his pups. But, when she was only a few days away from birth, he had raced in front of a car and had been easily killed by the large monster. She was devastated, and surely thought she would just die away of heartbreak. All the stress and lack of feeding made all her children come out of stillborn, and Bandit's old owners that had accepted her in kicked her out because they thought of her as useless and thought she was going to pass away anyways. But while on the streets, Molly found herself meeting the dogs of Fenrir, preparing herself with a new name, Brittle, and a fresh page to write.
Got a drawing/picture of them? Link:
photo credited to me
