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Post by [A]ddiction™ on Jul 11, 2008 18:00:09 GMT -5
1. My blood runs with- Dutch Shepherd
2. The wind calls my name- Camoflauge
3. I've grown to be- 24 inches
4. A heavy- 65 pounds
5. Roamed the Earth for- 3 and 1/2 years
6. The chromosomes read- XY (male)
7. The demon inside;
Putting Camouflage's personality to words is a difficult task. He has many sides to him, both good and bad. He can be loyal, trustworthy, and a good listener to those who need it. Then we have the not-so-good traits. He is also stubborn, impatient, and always have to be right about things. He hates to be wrong, and hates to follow the lead of another. He fight for what he believe in, and when we say fight we mean fight. He never backs down to a challenge, mostly because he hate to lose. He do not usually think things out; he follow his instincts and they guide him to what is right. He acts on the spur of the moment and never regret his decisions. He can be sly and manipulative, acting more like an evil dog. He can look you in the eye and tell you a straight up lie, and you will want to and probably will believe him. He says things to his own advantage, not really looking out for the sake of others.
But all evil aside deep down he is truly a sweet dog. To those who have won him over he will do anything to protect them. He stands up for what he believes in and looking out for mainly himself. If you have to classify him with either the good side or the bad side, he would be on the bad side. He has quite a temper and once you get him started it is hard to slow him down. He holds a grudge and it is almost impossible for him to forgive another. If you are in an argument with him, beware. He does not give in and will not stand to lose. His ego his high, and he will not let that fall. If you get on his nerves we will not back down, and is not afraid to fight. He loves to brawl actually, for he finds them quite invigorating. He had a blood thirsty craving which sometimes drives him mad. To sum it up into words; you better get on his good side, or you will be sorry.
8. What you see is what you get;
Being a purebred Dutch Shepherd he has all the looks of one. His coat is a butterscotch brown, yet stained with black all across his body. His two ears both perk upwards, picking up every noise that passes him. His nose and the fur around it is a jet black; his eyes a brown color yet with a red tint present. Some say that the eyes are the window to the soul. This case is no exception, because the red in his eye represent his evil side, though can sometimes be hidden when he is manipulating a poor soul. His chest has more black than brown, which combines together to make almost a gray-brown tint. He has some muscle, but is more known for his cunning agility and sly personality. His fur is not very long, less than an inch at length.
9. A past written in stone;
Camoflauge had a loving mother and father, both strays in the wild. He had three other siblings, though he was the oldest of the group. Both his parents were on "the good guy's" side, trying to teach their pups the same lifestyle. But Camo was different. Ever since he was a pup he loved the thrill of a kill; watching life be sucked away by an innocent creature. His mother was upset with his behavior, trying her best to teach him other ways of life like his siblings. But he refused to listen, and in his spare time he hunted the mice and rabbits present in the woods he grew up in, hunting them down and killing them with a single snap of his jaw. He licked his maw clean of the crimson liquid. By the time he was five months old his parents disowned him, and he went about on his own ways, thriving on his own. It was hard at first, but he learned to live on his own. He never liked his parents anyway, for they set far too many boundaries for him to follow. And one day, he planned to get the revenge he craved for.
By the age of 18 months he was as large as he was going to get, and he had developed the skills needed to live his lifestyle. His muscular tone grew, and his manipulative skills only became sharper. And he planned to show his family the revenge he so desperately wanted. He hunted them down, taking days at a time with no rest following their scent through town and wood locating them. He was a mad man who would not stop at any cost. And when he found them, he had no mercy what so ever.. They were all together, all five of them one at a time just like he had left them back as a pup. Or to put it properly, like they had left him. At first they did not know who he was, but in time they learned it was the pup they had disowned at a young age. How he managed to win on a five-on-one fight no one knows, but he did, and he is damn proud of it. To this day he wanders the open range alone, by himself doing whatever he pleases when he pleases. No one matters to him, and his soft side has yet to be discovered. That is, if it is ever discovered.
10. The "other" stuff;
-Has been and always will be a stray
-He is a working dog
-Currently unemployed
2. The wind calls my name- Camoflauge
3. I've grown to be- 24 inches
4. A heavy- 65 pounds
5. Roamed the Earth for- 3 and 1/2 years
6. The chromosomes read- XY (male)
7. The demon inside;
Putting Camouflage's personality to words is a difficult task. He has many sides to him, both good and bad. He can be loyal, trustworthy, and a good listener to those who need it. Then we have the not-so-good traits. He is also stubborn, impatient, and always have to be right about things. He hates to be wrong, and hates to follow the lead of another. He fight for what he believe in, and when we say fight we mean fight. He never backs down to a challenge, mostly because he hate to lose. He do not usually think things out; he follow his instincts and they guide him to what is right. He acts on the spur of the moment and never regret his decisions. He can be sly and manipulative, acting more like an evil dog. He can look you in the eye and tell you a straight up lie, and you will want to and probably will believe him. He says things to his own advantage, not really looking out for the sake of others.
But all evil aside deep down he is truly a sweet dog. To those who have won him over he will do anything to protect them. He stands up for what he believes in and looking out for mainly himself. If you have to classify him with either the good side or the bad side, he would be on the bad side. He has quite a temper and once you get him started it is hard to slow him down. He holds a grudge and it is almost impossible for him to forgive another. If you are in an argument with him, beware. He does not give in and will not stand to lose. His ego his high, and he will not let that fall. If you get on his nerves we will not back down, and is not afraid to fight. He loves to brawl actually, for he finds them quite invigorating. He had a blood thirsty craving which sometimes drives him mad. To sum it up into words; you better get on his good side, or you will be sorry.
8. What you see is what you get;
Being a purebred Dutch Shepherd he has all the looks of one. His coat is a butterscotch brown, yet stained with black all across his body. His two ears both perk upwards, picking up every noise that passes him. His nose and the fur around it is a jet black; his eyes a brown color yet with a red tint present. Some say that the eyes are the window to the soul. This case is no exception, because the red in his eye represent his evil side, though can sometimes be hidden when he is manipulating a poor soul. His chest has more black than brown, which combines together to make almost a gray-brown tint. He has some muscle, but is more known for his cunning agility and sly personality. His fur is not very long, less than an inch at length.
9. A past written in stone;
Camoflauge had a loving mother and father, both strays in the wild. He had three other siblings, though he was the oldest of the group. Both his parents were on "the good guy's" side, trying to teach their pups the same lifestyle. But Camo was different. Ever since he was a pup he loved the thrill of a kill; watching life be sucked away by an innocent creature. His mother was upset with his behavior, trying her best to teach him other ways of life like his siblings. But he refused to listen, and in his spare time he hunted the mice and rabbits present in the woods he grew up in, hunting them down and killing them with a single snap of his jaw. He licked his maw clean of the crimson liquid. By the time he was five months old his parents disowned him, and he went about on his own ways, thriving on his own. It was hard at first, but he learned to live on his own. He never liked his parents anyway, for they set far too many boundaries for him to follow. And one day, he planned to get the revenge he craved for.
By the age of 18 months he was as large as he was going to get, and he had developed the skills needed to live his lifestyle. His muscular tone grew, and his manipulative skills only became sharper. And he planned to show his family the revenge he so desperately wanted. He hunted them down, taking days at a time with no rest following their scent through town and wood locating them. He was a mad man who would not stop at any cost. And when he found them, he had no mercy what so ever.. They were all together, all five of them one at a time just like he had left them back as a pup. Or to put it properly, like they had left him. At first they did not know who he was, but in time they learned it was the pup they had disowned at a young age. How he managed to win on a five-on-one fight no one knows, but he did, and he is damn proud of it. To this day he wanders the open range alone, by himself doing whatever he pleases when he pleases. No one matters to him, and his soft side has yet to be discovered. That is, if it is ever discovered.
10. The "other" stuff;
-Has been and always will be a stray
-He is a working dog
-Currently unemployed
