Post by .xx.Bordeaux.xx. on Oct 21, 2008 23:12:45 GMT -5
Character Name: Bordeaux
Gender: Female
Pack: Loner for the moment
Rank: Loner
Breed: Pitbull
Age: 3
Appearance: Bordeaux is brindle with a white chest patch. She is muscular, like any pitbull, and she's medium sized, though leaning towards the smaller side. Her eyes are a bright shade of blue. Her face is very thick, like most pitbull's. She is slim and fit from constant excercise.
Personality: Bordueax is filled with hate and rage because of the abuse she recieved when she was younger and the period of time where she was tested and injected with needles, but it impacted her on more of a personal level. She is strong, smart, and unstoppable when she becomes intimidated or feels helpless. She can't stand stuck-up males who think they're better then anyone, and usually ends up tearing them to shreds if they spend too much time around her. She likes males more then females though, because males aren't as emotional and moody as females. She would die for anyone close to her, and she becomes incredibly protective if anyone is even thinking about touching a pack member. She believes in the whole "watch your own back" thing, and though she would listen to her leader, she would not be afraid to say something if she thinks the command is stupid. I'm not saying she wouldn't follow the command, she'd just question it. She suffers from depression, and hates herself for killing all those dogs in the ring just to keep herself alive.
History: Bordeaux was born from a long line of fighting dogs, bred to tear and ravage any living thing that gets in her way. She grew up being beaten and starved every day, and she killed a countless amount of young, defenseless dogs just to keep herself alive. She was kept in a dark, small cage for most of her life, coming out only for fights in the ring. She was loved for her ability to easily and swiftly lock her jaws around the neck of her opponent and hold on, jerking her strong head from side to side in order to cause as much damage as possible. However, one day in the ring, she made a fatal mistake. There was blood on the floor from an earlier match, and she went to latch on to the other dog's throat. She slipped, and she landed on the floor. The other dog started to rip and tear at any piece of flesh he could grab on to, and after three minutes of not being able to move, her owner stopped the fight and forfeit. She was dumped not long after that, and a young girl who was maybe 12 found her and begged her mom to take her to the pound. Her mother, a dog lover her whole life, agreed, and she was dropped off at the local pound.
Being a former fighting dog, Bordeaux had little chance of finding a home. She became furious if anyone came close to her food, and she found herself wanting to rip something apart at any given moment. This is when the research center came into her life. At the pound, a nice lady with glassses gave her a shot, and she passed out.
Two hours later, after a long car ride, she found herself at some strange place. Here, they gave her shots and ran tests on her, and she was constantly given sedatives to calm her down. Bordeaux still suffered from trauma from her earlier years in the ring, and when one of the scientists hit her on the nose for going to lick something on the lab table, she turned furious. All pent up rage was unleashed, and she jumped off the table and latched her jaws around the man's throat. She held on until the man suffocated or died from blood loss. She, scared and returned to her earlier, blood-fueled self, ran through the building, until she finally found a way out. After that, she never looked back, and continues to wander, forever punishing herself for killing and feeding a bloodlust created by man.
RP example: This is from a horse rpg
I lie here paralytic, inside this soul
Blue-green water splashed on the shores of the beach, the white manes of foam flashing wildly about as they slid up the beach. The sun heated to exterior of the earth, making it crack and fold with a simmering sound silent to the ears. It was quiet; an extremely rare thing in the depth of Fronia's luscious environment. Ordinarily, there would be the high pitched chirp of a bird, the random call of another equine. Anything. But no, it was complete solitude. She was used to the hollow rush of air slipping into her auds, the heightened sound of the piercing caw of birds as she flew. Wings folded against her alabaster skin, rubbing against her belly softly and making a few lose white feathers fall before the wind caught them up in a transparent grip that couldn't seem to keep ahold of them. She breathed in, closing her eyes as the salty air slipped through her nostrils. Adrenaline coursed through her bloodstream, smacking her heart with a tremendous impact. Lips creased into a soft smile, the upward curvature of her mouth line daring and beautiful. She fought to keep her porcelain wings tucked neatly against her side, but it was a demanding struggle. Ah; flying. The word sent shocks of energy down her spine, making her writhe and slither on the inside. It sounded so perfect- the way it sounded when whispered. Oh, just for a little while, maybe? It couldn't hurt. But she knew it could. She let herself get consumed, and she usually ended up getting caught in a storm, and it was not fun flying when lighting is streaking past your face.(even though she, being only a ghost, couldn't feel anything) Gaze averted to the sky, watching the complexion of the clouds change as they floated across the still blue surface. She could feel the pounding against her chest; the tender wildness of passion turning into fists as she felt the need to spread her wings and fly grow with every forbidding second she stood on the ground.
Screaming for you till my throat is numb
Auburn eyes traced the landscape, memorizing the ambrosial secrets that tried to hide in front of her eyes. And then she saw it. A cliff ejecting out over the blue ocean, where sharp, jagged rocks had cracked and fallen from the side of the cliff. It loomed over the seascape, an ominous figure against the sky. She pulled herself together, keeping her heart from bursting from its captivating encasement. She fought the urge to just jump off the edge, to let herself feel free. But she knew she could never stay on the ground. The sun smiled at her, warmly kissing her with golden lips. Salty breeze kissed the sweat on her neck that had accumulated during the last several minutes as she walked with a bounce in her step as she made her way up the high cliff. The same cool wind tossled her mane, picking it up and making it writhe in the air. The sun's rays reflected off the blue-green water below her, sparkling and winking at her as the water twisted and and rushed when the pushing currents of air lightly glided across the sea-glass surface of the sea. She stopped abruptly when she felt nothing beneath her hooves, and she took a quick step back. She looked down, watching the water lick the sharp rocks lovingly, creating foamy ivory lather to cover a small fraction of the water. Fear smacked her in the face as she suddenly realized that she was on top of the very cliff that had lead to her death. It was a small memory, and that was all she remembered. When you die, usually you forget everything. However, nothing could keep her from flying. She threw her head into the air, her breathing increasing rapidly as she prepared herself for flight. She collected herself, spread her large white wings, and in a beautiful, fluent movement, she jumped.
I wanna break out
The cool breath of oxygen slipped through each individual white feather as she plummeted, a beautiful free fall in the air. She watched as the rocks came closer, and, pulling her hind legs down in front of her, she pressed her wings against the wind and pulled herself up. She could feel the rush of adrenaline running thick through her body, and once again it hit her body in a massive shock. Beating her wings faster, she twisted and turned in the air, the slight lean to the right or left like a sensitive pressure point that sent her spinning in the sky. Like a free style dance, she went with whatever happened next. The white clouds closed in against her shoulders, but they clung to her with slippery fingers and they never managed to hold on. She watched as the sun fell behind the snow-capped peak of a mountain, its rays dulled by the sleepiness in its eyes as it fell asleep to the rest of the world. Her silhouette was lined with a golden thread against the light, and she tucked her wings against her body and began to plummet. She waited until the last second and finally pulled up, but stayed just above the water's surface. Dipping her hoof into the water, she smiled as the salt water splashed onto her. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed how far from land she was. Sighing, she climbed back into the air and flew slowly through the air, letting herself glide instead of making her fun end so soon. But as the bank came closer and her eyes began to dry out, she knew that it was time for her to land. She alighted on the bank, a graceful movement the only thing needed to land. She looked behind her, out to the open sky and the endless abyss of freedom, but she knew that it would be stupid to go out again. But there would be more time. An eternity for her soul to wander the earth, condemed to solitude for some reason that eluded her. She began to feel drowzy after awhile, and soon she slipped into a delicate sleep, not knowing what controversy she was going to be faced with when she woke.
I need a way out
Her heart thrashed in her chest like a fish out of water, sending her into a momentary flash of panic. She calmed her mind and brought her excitement under control, but her heart seemed to have an inextinguishable source of adrenaline that fed that small flicker of hope. Being only a hollow soul, naturally she could sense when other incomplete souls were near. But this one was different; it wasn't dead. This soul still had a body, and yet she had sensed it. She had no idea why she was feeling this. Her soul was not connect - and then it hit her like a head on collision with a freight train. Her blood boiled in her transparent veins, the marrow in her invisible bones froze. She remembered that feeling; that skip of a heart beat. It was him. Her darling, lovely boy. It was a faint feeling, but enough to make her grow frantic with longing. Glancing around, she finally realized where she was. Elysia; her home. The home of her boy, and she hadn't even realized it. Well, you couldn't blame her - she was a ghost. She had barely any recollection of anything. The only reason she had even felt Blood's presence was because their souls had such a passionate bond; like an unbreakable knot in a rope, they were pulled tightly together in a bond that couldn't be undone. And now, suddenly, in a chance encounter, she could feel him. She wanted him there with her; she wanted him to press his nose against her neck and playfully blow hot air onto her neck like he used to. She wnated his velvet kiss; she wanted to stare deep into those auburn eyes of captivity. She just wanted his heart, his soul. She suddenly felt all the longing and want that had been bottled up inside for time period after her life had been strangled out of her body. And it had all been for him. Emotions fought inside of her as she struggled to keep the hollow tears of nonexistance from falling. Capria was a lover, not a fighter, so tears were ever so natural. She breathed in, feeling the air rush through her nostrils along with the rest of her body. She needed to see him. She needed to whisper to him. She just needed him. She whisper to his soul; crooned, soothed, called to him. She sent everything that she was to find him, to call him to her. Hopefully he hadn't forgotten her or let the heart that she had created inside of him die, because without it, he would never here. She was runnin' on hope more then ever. She could tell that Blood no longer lived here, but she didn't know where else to go. This was the only place she thought she would find him, so she stayed.
I don't believe that it's gotta be this way
The worst is the waiting
In this womb I'm suffocating
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Other accounts: No
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OOC Name: Bordeaux
Did you used to RP on any other sites?:
Fronia
Kismet
Withering Tales (still do)
Canine Ridge
The Horses Of Valeryn
Requisition (or something like that)
Kormada
How many years of RPing experiance do you have?: Three years, but it'll be four years in 5 days ^^
How did you find our site?
If from another site,witch one? : Canine Ridge[/center][/color]
