Post by Rosebud on Dec 28, 2008 3:10:14 GMT -5
Name: Rosebud "Rose" or "Rosey" For short.
Age: 2 1/2 years old
Sex: female
Breed: Doberman
Personality: She's a high spirited little bitch, full of sass and sarcasm which often get her into more trouble then it's worth. She never seems to listen to reason, and always has an opinion on everything and everyone. She's not really the fighting type, but if you get her on a bad day she'd be more then happy to tear your ear off for it.
Physical Description: She appears to be a normal black and tan doberman pincher, with the usual face markings and the ruddy brown down her chest. Yet with her, her ears are not cropped so they flop foreward in an almost cute sort of way, and her tail was not cropped either, making it long and feathered. She tends to be rather thin, a trait she gets from being a doberman, though she can sometimes take it to the extreme in cold climates.
*History: When she was a 5 month old puppy, she was bought from a very reputable breeder into a wealthy family life. The family consisted not only of herself, but of her master, mistress and the Little Master. The boy was about nine or ten years old, and Rose was to be his christmas present. Only a few short days after christmas, it was apparent that he had no interest what so ever in the lively little puppy. He was a mischevious boy, set about causing chaos more then anything else. Often, Rose would find herself with loose bits of bells or tinsel wrapped around her ears and tail, jangling and twinkling along as she'd run away from her torturer. It was never meant to harm her, but it was never truly fun either. One cold wintery night, while the snow still fell outside, and the family was tucked up asleep in their beds, Rose's keen nose twitched and tingled with a very odd smell. The curious pup quietly snuck out of the Master bedroom where she slept on the floor at the foot of the Master and Mistress's bed, and followed her nose downstairs. As she got closer to the living room where the large great pine Christmas tree still stood covered in tinsel, pearls and bedazzling ornaments, the smell got stronger still. Upon rounding the corner, she let out a rapid amount of shrill barking, the little master laughing and pointing, dancing out of the way as the tree flew up in flames from the matches on the floor he had been playing with. All at once, the fun came to a crashing halt, as the tree fell over onto the couch, the nightstand and sofa bursting into flames as well, a domino effect lighting up the entire room, and what was worse, the entire downstairs. The entire night came at Rose like a blur, and when it was all said and done, she recalled huddling beneath a fire truck, her fur lightly singed though nothing serious as three body bags were wheeled into a flashing ambulance. The neighbors had called 911, but it was too late for her new family. Afraid she would be punished, Rosebud stole away into the night, not really knowing where she would go since she didn't have a home to go to, but knowing full well that she couldn't stay there. She'd wander the streets for nearly two years, fighting for her food and living off of what she could find....
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Rp Sample:
~*A breeze blew through the dark spring night, sounds of horns honking and people shouting heard only a few blocks away. A rat's squeel of fright echoed down the empty alley way, a light flickering from above as if it had heard it shriek. No one came from the tiny thing, and no one would. It's tail was stuck tight beneath the ruddy brown paw of the doberman who'd caught it, and she lay there content with herself, watching the small creature squirm in fright. Her triangle ears flicked softly forward, her tail swaying back and forth as if she had taken on the mannerisms of a feline beast of black and tan.
The rat continued to squeak, begging for it's life as it tugged and ran in place trying to get away. The bitch's lips curled quietly into a sneer, as if she was mocking the rodent with her silence. A lunge forward and a splash of blood would follow, that's all it would take to kill the morsel before her. A can upset itself from further down the alley, and all at once her concentration was lost; her paw lifted and the rat scurried away into a hole in the side of the closest brick building, it's tail whipping out and gone in a flash. But Rose paid the fleeing snack no mind, she was more curious as to what had disrupted that can further into the darkness of her alley. Standing quietly, her agile limbs raising her lithe frame, the slender muzzle opening to bark out a quiet warning.
"Who's there...Show Yourself" it was confident enough, unknowing of who or what was out there, yet curious enough to try and find out. Whatever it was, it had just cost her her midnight snack, and that was something Rosebud was not too pleased about...*~
Age: 2 1/2 years old
Sex: female
Breed: Doberman
Personality: She's a high spirited little bitch, full of sass and sarcasm which often get her into more trouble then it's worth. She never seems to listen to reason, and always has an opinion on everything and everyone. She's not really the fighting type, but if you get her on a bad day she'd be more then happy to tear your ear off for it.
Physical Description: She appears to be a normal black and tan doberman pincher, with the usual face markings and the ruddy brown down her chest. Yet with her, her ears are not cropped so they flop foreward in an almost cute sort of way, and her tail was not cropped either, making it long and feathered. She tends to be rather thin, a trait she gets from being a doberman, though she can sometimes take it to the extreme in cold climates.
*History: When she was a 5 month old puppy, she was bought from a very reputable breeder into a wealthy family life. The family consisted not only of herself, but of her master, mistress and the Little Master. The boy was about nine or ten years old, and Rose was to be his christmas present. Only a few short days after christmas, it was apparent that he had no interest what so ever in the lively little puppy. He was a mischevious boy, set about causing chaos more then anything else. Often, Rose would find herself with loose bits of bells or tinsel wrapped around her ears and tail, jangling and twinkling along as she'd run away from her torturer. It was never meant to harm her, but it was never truly fun either. One cold wintery night, while the snow still fell outside, and the family was tucked up asleep in their beds, Rose's keen nose twitched and tingled with a very odd smell. The curious pup quietly snuck out of the Master bedroom where she slept on the floor at the foot of the Master and Mistress's bed, and followed her nose downstairs. As she got closer to the living room where the large great pine Christmas tree still stood covered in tinsel, pearls and bedazzling ornaments, the smell got stronger still. Upon rounding the corner, she let out a rapid amount of shrill barking, the little master laughing and pointing, dancing out of the way as the tree flew up in flames from the matches on the floor he had been playing with. All at once, the fun came to a crashing halt, as the tree fell over onto the couch, the nightstand and sofa bursting into flames as well, a domino effect lighting up the entire room, and what was worse, the entire downstairs. The entire night came at Rose like a blur, and when it was all said and done, she recalled huddling beneath a fire truck, her fur lightly singed though nothing serious as three body bags were wheeled into a flashing ambulance. The neighbors had called 911, but it was too late for her new family. Afraid she would be punished, Rosebud stole away into the night, not really knowing where she would go since she didn't have a home to go to, but knowing full well that she couldn't stay there. She'd wander the streets for nearly two years, fighting for her food and living off of what she could find....
*Image:
How did you find the site?: Browsing around the internet.
Rp Sample:
~*A breeze blew through the dark spring night, sounds of horns honking and people shouting heard only a few blocks away. A rat's squeel of fright echoed down the empty alley way, a light flickering from above as if it had heard it shriek. No one came from the tiny thing, and no one would. It's tail was stuck tight beneath the ruddy brown paw of the doberman who'd caught it, and she lay there content with herself, watching the small creature squirm in fright. Her triangle ears flicked softly forward, her tail swaying back and forth as if she had taken on the mannerisms of a feline beast of black and tan.
The rat continued to squeak, begging for it's life as it tugged and ran in place trying to get away. The bitch's lips curled quietly into a sneer, as if she was mocking the rodent with her silence. A lunge forward and a splash of blood would follow, that's all it would take to kill the morsel before her. A can upset itself from further down the alley, and all at once her concentration was lost; her paw lifted and the rat scurried away into a hole in the side of the closest brick building, it's tail whipping out and gone in a flash. But Rose paid the fleeing snack no mind, she was more curious as to what had disrupted that can further into the darkness of her alley. Standing quietly, her agile limbs raising her lithe frame, the slender muzzle opening to bark out a quiet warning.
"Who's there...Show Yourself" it was confident enough, unknowing of who or what was out there, yet curious enough to try and find out. Whatever it was, it had just cost her her midnight snack, and that was something Rosebud was not too pleased about...*~
