Username:FieryFilly ( & ChiCha )
Kennel Number: sixty - four
Name [of pet]: 悪魔 Akuma 悪魔
Akuma means "daemon" in Japanese.
Gender [of pet]: Female
Breed/Species [of pet]: Demon Wolf
Daemons are benevolent nature spirits being of the same nature as mortals and gods. They're similar to ghosts, chthonic heroes, spirit guides, forces of nature or the gods themselves.
Personality [of pet]: { ¤ Practical Joker ¤ }
If you don't like being apart of a prank or a joke , I suggest not hanging around me much. I'm not THAT bad of a person, really! I do love me some practical jokes though; especially when I'm the one pulling them! My friends are always hounding me that one day the wrong person will get hurt. Okay, okay, I get it. Enough with the day-to-day basis of pranks , but I can't help it when I absolutely love the feeling it gives me...
{ ¤ Sense of Humor ¤ }
My sense of humor has mainly come from all the joking I do... I've come across a good amount of 'negative Nelly's' in my life, but I've learned to let all their negativeness go. It just drags down my personality. You don't like it ? Get away then. My humor has seemed to have dried up a bit as I've hung around high class people, but that's alright. I'll clean it up and be good as new. On a side note, I'd thought I'd mention the time that the completely dry sense of humor has risen from my dear friends... They seem to think growing up is fun... I beg to differ!
{ ¤ Caring & Helpful ¤ }
Even though I act like a nonchalant, carefree, crazy, practical joker... I still have that caring touch to me. If there's a puppy stuck in a tree, I'd help the own retrieve the little rascal. Or if my elder neighbor needs help with carrying her groceries, I'd help o
{ ¤ Green ¤ }
REDUCE. REUSE. RECYCLE. I refuse to not follow this creative, catchy, and simply true statement. Our environment is going in the hole and we, the animals and humans of the world, should help fix it.
{ ¤ People Person ¤ }
It's all about giving the people what they want! I mean, seriously, you don't shy away and wish they'd vanish! If you want to impress and be noticed, be a people person and get in the moment. If your outgoing and crazy , they'll be sure to notice you, and that's exactly how I am! I'm not the one to shy away from meeting new people. It's a chance to get yourself out there even if you don't want to be a super - star ; I sure know I don't wanna be a super star, except in pranking and being like a ... what do humans call them ? Humanitarians ? I believe so...
{ ¤ Seclusion ¤ }
When it comes to group or crowd related things , I'm always there. No matter what the situation ! I'm not the type to seclude myself from activities.
{ ¤ Overall Summary of Personality ¤ }
The reason Akuma acts this way is from how her life was lived before the present time. Her background didn't turn out too well when she was a younger pup. She's made herself a "blanket" of a personality.
Background/History [of pet]: The night grew darker as the sun set deeper into the horizon leaving no natural light left to guide the group along the rough terrained pathway. Each one of us stumbled along, tripping over roots or spiked vines every so once in a while, causing a laggard in the pack. One dimly lit lantern held high led the way. Not much light, but at least it was SOMETHING. We still fell over and hurt ourselves along the way, but we'd manage. The eldest of the group huffed and puffed while doubled over next to a boulder that propped him up. "I... can't go... any further..." he wheezed and dry coughed, "without a break..." A small gasp escaped his mouth before he crippled over in pain. The stitch in his side really set us back. The medic of the group shuffled over to his aid while the rest of us gave him room to breathe. I continuously followed by my mother's side.
Around half an hour passed before we could head out again. He remained in the back as we continuously ran for camp. There was no resting. Non stop sweating and running. Three. Seven. Fifteen. Twenty-Two miles were accomplished. We were told we were almost there, but to no surprise that was a lie. The pack finally was prompted to quit running and separate. "Men over to the right. Women to the left," an obnoxious voice bellowed out over all the chatter. All quickly split into the correct areas. The men were taken to evaluation while women were taken and held hostage by the 'higher powered ones'. The group I was in was mostly males, seeing as there were only two females, my mother and the other lady were separated from us all. My mother squealed louder than a piglet being weaned from her mother's milk. All I heard was my name, repeatedly called out for help just as thoughts fell into unconsciousness. My body moved on its own when ordered. When I was separated from the last piece of my family, that was like ripping out the last piece of my heart. They sorted me into hard work, lumber milling and moving. I would need to move logs of wood from one pile to another. I worked for over 10 hours a day with the others and it was torture. Years and years passed on the same way, everyday. Nothing new; soup, bread, and water as our meals and terrible living conditions. After a clan of people, including myself, held secret meetings, the work resulted in an escape plan. It took action the day of the selection. (Selection is where they pick out people who are unsuitable to work.) Our plan was a success. Partly. The only part that was failed was retrieving my mother before we left. I was emotional, physically, and mentally abused but found my way through it all...
"NO... STOP... I promise, I'll work harder, just don't hurt me!" I woke with a fright, screaming and thrashing about in my bed, and felt the numerous beads of sweat form on my brow as I sat up. Was that reality? My thoughts raced and I quickly became frantic. I kicked my way over to my window where I swiftly ripped open the drapes. No bright rays of sunshine slashing through the glass into my room. All of it was a nightmare. Everything seemed normal. The only problem? The nightmare was of my true life story ...
Use [for pet]: She'd have her own special space in my character thread; filled with all the other characters of mine. She'd liven up my character thread and put a little spice in it. I've never really tried out for any type of character like her. She'd receive art from me for as long as possible, and from other people if I can find someone to draw her :3
She's probably one of the "darkest" I've ever looked at and actually LOVED! I've never really had an appeal towards dark characters that seem to portray a deep dark background or something crazy and extensive as that. When I looked at her, the way her wings glowed and how well the colors blended just made her sparkle, maybe even as bright as they make Edward Cullen... Is it possible to top him? Well, I think Akuma just did ! There is something about her that makes me see the brighter days of her and not see her as a "demon dog".
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]: Likes -
¤ Darker colors ( Maroon , Black , Grey , etc )
¤ Party - Goers
¤ Maroon 5 ( Yes, the band . xDD )
¤ Umbrellas
¤ Schnitzels
Dislikes -
¤ The color Pink
¤ Loiters
¤ Raincoats
¤ Potatoes
Hobbies -
¤ Playing jokes on others
¤ Soccer
Mate -
None yet (:
Art -
Major WIP ^^
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Turkey Wolf 
