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[apathy,]

[ I was never saying that War hasn't worked hard on it, I was never saying that I was going to quit, I said I might. Me and war go way back, she knows my lazy tendency, and you don't. The only reason why I am quitting would be the fact that there is more than one reason of me quitting. I have family issues going on out of CS, I also am very busy with school work and all the tests coming up next week. I don't go on during the weeks any more, and I am in way too many RPs. So, I don't really need to be confronted by you, I may seem rude but I just got yelled at from my mom and is really p.o. right now. ]

[ I am discussing the problem with War already, before these posts. ]

[ Lastly, are you a mod, I don't recall seeing your name on a mod list. ]

[{Katniss-Everdeen}]

{Sorry to intrude, but if you are going to talk about this, shouldn't you take it to PM? I just don't want to see the RP get locked...}

{And Fatal Attraction, I hope everything gets straightened out between you and your mom. <3 }

[Flicker -]

I'd rather be hated for who I am,
than loved for who I am not.

♠ { Ginger Ale } { Male } { Streetdog } { Proud } ♠

leтѕ geт тo ĸnow eacнoтнer

naмe ;; "Ginger Ale, I do not have any other names."
nick name ;; "I go by Ale, you can make up another if you wish, I don't mind or care.""
gender ;; "Male, I am fairly sure that I am male."
street or house;; "I am a streetdog, and I don't mind."
breed;; " A proud Norwegian Elkhound."
age ;; "I am reaching my third year of life." [human]

on тнe oυтѕιde

overall deѕcrιpтιon ;; Ale is a medium sized Elkhound. He is not the smallest, yet not the biggest. He is actually quite skinny, but his shaggy, loose pelt makes him look bigger than he is. When you ruffle his pelt, it moves from side to side becuase of the loose skin. His pelt is a rich shade of black, outlined with a dark gray. Ale has quite a few stratches from "Roughing it up," with the neighborhood dogs. His right ear is badly torn, as well as a scar on his moist, black nose. He also has a few scars on his legs. On his left back leg, there is a small patch where the hair has been torn off. His eyes often look as if he is begging for something, but this is just the way his eye's look. He has the power to make them hard though. He can stare down another dog, no problem.
pelт color ;; A rich shade of pure black, outlined with a varition of light and dark [mostly dark] gray. He has long, lustious fur on his back.
eye color ;; His begging eyes are a deep shade of chocolate brown.
wιdтн and lengтн ;; 20 inches tall. 53 lbs light.

dιggιng deeper

crυѕн / мaтe ;; Ale does not have a real crush on any dog, and he is far from a mate, but he has taken a small liking to Friday. Not nessacarily a crush, though.
Pups ;; "I have never had a mate, or a crush, let alone pups."
ĸιn ;; Mother ; Lilian --> Sold to anotjer breeder in a different city
Father ; Unknown --> Unknown
Siblings ; Oreo [Female] --> Had a tumor in her belly and was put down
Forest [Male] --> Was killed in a street fight
Hero [Male] --> Starved to death when owner left for a vacation.
perѕonalιтy ;; Ale can be explained by a few main words.
Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴏᴜs. Ale is quite the life of the party. He likes to go on adventures. He has gone into the upper city quite a few times. He loves to stir up trouble, wherever he can. Ale loves to drag other dogs into his adventures as well. He is known to always be anywhere but where he is supposed to be. His adventures can, and have, gotten him into trouble more than a few times. Why waste your life in a corner, not doing anything, when you ould be out exploring and having the time of you life? Whats the point?
Tʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇsᴏᴍᴇ. Ale loves to stir up trouble, usually in the worst of places. He will mess around with people, not commonly dogs, msotly humans. He once ran across a picnic table, while a business man was eating. He knocked the sandwich, drink and chips off the table, making them splatter to the ground. He than ran away, the man tried to chase him but Ale got away in a minute or two, at most.
ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ. No, no, he is not a insensitive jerk, who thinks the world revolves around him. No. He is proud to be who he is, and would not rather be anyone else. He is fed up with those dogs who think that there life sucks and that they want to have a different life. Be happy with who you are. He is not a smug jerk, he simply hinks that he is perfectly imperfect. Who isn't perfectly imperfect? He is not normal, he never doubts himself, he stays true to himself. He doesn't change for anyone.

Ale loves to jump and is a agile dog. Not the most agile dog there is, but he is exceptional. Police dogs could cream him, but he doesn't mind, that is what they are trained for. He shouldn't be able to beat them. Ale does have flaws, though. He is not the most sensitive dog on the block. He hurts dogs feelings at times. He tries not to, but it is his flaw. Ale has a tendicie to steal peoples food, he has a love of jumping up onto picnic tables and taking a small oreo cookie, or perhaps a piece of ham that is sticking out of a ham and butter sandwhich. Ale does have a soft side though, he takes a liking to daisys, he does not know why, thhe smell just draws him to it. He has actually eaten a few, that did not work out very well, though. Ale has a two personalitys, roled up into one.
нιsтory ;; Optional.
weaĸneѕѕeѕ ;;
✘Ale is not good at fetching, at all. Unless it is food or something filled with daisies.
✘Ale is scared dead at the sound of vacuums. He will go as far as he can. The noise makes him want to curl up into a little ball and shake.
✘Ale is terrified of balloons. The friction and lightness of it just creeps him out, espieceally the sound it makes when a idiotic human hits it.
✘Ale is not very good at making friends. He tries his best but not many people take a real liking to him.
ѕтrengтнѕ ;;
✔Ale loves and is fairly good at swimming.
✔Ale can last through long, cold winter nights with ease due to his large, thick, shagggy pelt.
✔Ale is surprisingly good with small puppies, he can make puppies very happy
✔Ale is fairly good at stirring up trouble, he also loves being a trouble maker.

oтнer

υѕernaмe ;; [-- Locked --]
nιcĸnaмe ;; Locked
тнeмe ѕong;; Party rock Anthem ; lmao
anyтнιng ι ғorgoт? ;; -- Don't think so ...


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Life isn't about finding yourself,
it is about creating yourself

♠ { Summer Love } { Fae } { Housedog } { The "Bad*ss Sweetheart" }

♠

leтѕ geт тo ĸnow eacнoтнer

naмe ;; "Summer Love, a bit girly, but good."
nick name ;; "Feel free to call me Slo, it is a combination of Summer and Love, anything else works too."
gender ;; "I am proudly a fae."
street or house;; "I am a pampered Housedag, not a brat. I live in " Teal culdesac," on the edge of town, in a large bungalo filled with toys and beds for me. Kay?"
breed;; " A Australian Cattle Dog mix. Got a problem with that?"
age ;; "Year 2 is in my rearview mirror." [human]

on тнe oυтѕιde

overall deѕcrιpтιon ;; Slo is a cream color with variations of brown splattered all over her. Her coat is wire and short, but suits her. Her tail is long but thick and is usually held proudly in the sky. Summer Love's paws are big but slim and they manage to hold her up with some power. Slo has a peculiar smell on her. Not a bad smell, and yet, some kind of smell. She thinks that it has something to do with the small bottle of stuff that her owner sprays on her every morning. {Perfume ...}. It makes her have a smell of Roses. It is quite peculiar.
pelт color ;; Slo is a light cream color, the color that is in coffee when you just put in cream. Splattered with a variation of brown sploches.
eye color ;; His begging eyes are a deep shade of chocolate brown.
wιdтн and lengтн ;; 20 inches tall. 53 lbs light.

dιggιng deeper

crυѕн / мaтe ;; "No, that is not how it goes. I fly solo."
Pups ;; "I. Walk. Alone. You got that?"
ĸιn ;; Mother ↬Penelope
Father ↬ Griffin
Brotheren ↬ Orange Pop
Sister ↬ Midnight Sun
perѕonalιтy ;; Slo can be explained by two words. Bad*ss Sweetheart.
Her personality connot be contained ina small being, otherwise, she would have been a poodle. A toy poodle. Her sweet, loving personality sometimes gets dogs, and people, fooled into thinking that she is a grace. When, in reality, she is one of those dogs who arn't afraid to do anything, who will leap into chance, not run away from it. She doesn't give a comfy bed about rules or what everyone thinks is proper. She will do what she wants. When she wants. She doesn't care one mousetail about what other dogs think of her. Like her or don't. Don't matter to her. Slo has a lot of spunk rolled up in her, she can mouth off anyone, any where. Although, in her heart of mischieve and spunk, you might be able to brush it off, and reveal her true sweetheart. You probably will, as she warms up quickly. wip.
нιsтory ;; Optional.
weaĸneѕѕeѕ ;;
✘Ale is not good at fetching, at all. Unless it is food or something filled with daisies.
✘Ale is scared dead at the sound of vacuums. He will go as far as he can. The noise makes him want to curl up into a little ball and shake.
✘Ale is terrified of balloons. The friction and lightness of it just creeps him out, espieceally the sound it makes when a idiotic human hits it.
✘Ale is not very good at making friends. He tries his best but not many people take a real liking to him.
ѕтrengтнѕ ;;
✔Ale loves and is fairly good at swimming.
✔Ale can last through long, cold winter nights with ease due to his large, thick, shagggy pelt.
✔Ale is surprisingly good with small puppies, he can make puppies very happy
✔Ale is fairly good at stirring up trouble, he also loves being a trouble maker.

oтнer

υѕernaмe ;; [-- Locked --]
nιcĸnaмe ;; Locked
тнeмe ѕong;; Party rock Anthem ; lmao
anyтнιng ι ғorgoт? ;; -- Don't think so ...

{Female is a huge WIP}

[lynettetan1]

sorry to be extra and all, but whats 'p.o.' ?)

[gone for good :)]

Accepted Locked. :3

[{Katniss-Everdeen}]

{Can we start now?}

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Maybe. Let me go update the front page, then I'll see. :3

[{Katniss-Everdeen}]

{Okay, thanks!}

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A soft breeze shook the newly grown leaves of the towering oak, firmly placed in the small backyard. The large, glimmering grey eyes of Sterling gazed up at the sky, watch birds flying here and there, getting ready for the upcoming mate season WIP

« .m i d s u m m e r•n i g h t •s k y.»

{.excited.} ~ {.house dog.} ~ {.crushless.} ~ {.two years.} australian shepherd.}

Soft, spring sunshine flickered into the large window. The bright light streamed onto a soft bed, made of cotten and lined with silk. It reflected back a glimmering pink, without any imperfections. On top the bed was a soft breathing figure, a blueish grey fur covered chest rising and falling. Two eyes opened quickly, bright blue irises shining in the dawn light. The female rose her head groggily, shaking her ears. Her head sat on her paws once more, wishing for night to comfort her in its warm embrace. But, of course, it was a new day. A new adventure. Raising her head, the dog rose on shaky, sleep ridden legs.

This was Midsummer Night Sky, an Australian shepherd. Sky is a house dog, living with her owner Natasha. This little Australian shepherd lived in a large house on Maple Street, in the richer part of Blue Jay. Sky is a reserved, sweet young female, with a lot of life ahead of her. She is currently home for a while until she goes to the AKC championship, where she will head against other dogs, as she is a show dog. One of the top ranking in the country actually. That didn't matter to her though. It was just a bunch of stress that she didn't need. Midsummer Night Sky really doesn't like talking about it, but tries her hardest for her dear owner.

Sky looked around as she padded out of her comfy bed, a small twinge prickling at her. She wished to go back into the comfortable hug like texture of the bed, but she knew Natasha didn't want her to sleep in so late. Besides, the chef probably had something fancy up for breakfast. Excited by this though, Midsummer Night Sky exited the warm room and continued downstairs, willed by the scent of fresh meat.

Panting as she ran down the rest of the spiraling stairs, the smaller aussie ran into the kitchen. Her feet slowed as she skidded to a halt, stopping at her food bowl. In the silver bowl was a small steak, topped with rice and broccoli. Her eyes widened with excitement and happiness, and her tail wagged softly. Dipping her chin into the bowl, the shepherd ate it hungrily, quenching the sleep famish. Once she was finished, the skinny man with brown hair kneeled down and pet her head softly. Sky returned his favor with a soft lip, then raced off.

Glancing to make sure Natasha wasn't around, Midsummer Night Sky slipped out the door as George the butler walked in. He didn't see me. Thank goodness! A thought of pure excitement released in her brain, happiness tingling through her veins. Today was a bright, sunny spring morning. The garden in the front was coming into bloom, releasing from its long, snowy slumber. Spring was Sky's most favorite time of year, because it resembled coming out of a deep depression, and blooming into a flourescent happiness. It was sweet and nice.

Before she could escape the property, a silver mustang with red racing stripes pulled up. A handsome young man walked out. Sterling. He was Natasha's boyfriend. Oh, how Sky loved him. He was so kind and so passionate, and gave her as much love as her own owner did. Chuckling softly, Sky approached him with a happy bark. The man kneeled down and petted her inbetween her shoulders, where she loved it best. A comforting sense overwhelmed her, and her tounge lolled out. He chuckled softly, and continued towards the door. Before he walked in, he turned and whispered,"Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret." The young adult fettered to her going to the park, and Sky nodded.

Continuing on her way, Sky walked towards the large park. Her mind wandered as she thought what would be accomplished today.

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Going to post Sterling later.