Name : My name's Faith. There's no story behind my name, so don't ask about it.
Nickname : There's no way to shorten Faith without it being some stupid one syllable word, do don't call me anything other than that.
Gender : What? Is it that difficult to see that I'm not a female? For Lupus's sake, I'm going to need to speak to my groomer.
Age : Do you want your head ripped off? You never ask a lady her age unless the information is given to you. Considering there's no way for you to be ruder, I am 2 years of age.
Breed : I do get mistaken for a golden retriever more than needed, but I assure you I am not one of those dirty rascals. I'm a Purebred Nova Scotia Duck Toiling Retriever.
Rank : Should there be a reason I'm something else than a Diva? Do you think I'm a nobody? Look at me! I'm as fabulous as they get, so I settle for nothing but being the Queen B of the Divas.
Personality : When they say Faith is a Diva, they mean Faith is a Diva. This fae absolutely despises getting her paws dirty, and the second her coat has one speck of dirt on it, she'll go crying to whoever brought her to the park. She walks around with her head held high, and her tail arched over her back, looking down upon anyone who looks at her oddly. She's used to getting everything she wants, and is pretty much just a spoiled little brat. She can be flirty at times, if she has taken an interest in the brute in question, although that is very hard to do. She's one of those gossip-girls who does enjoy a good story, and won't hesitate to have it spreading in a second. She's a social butterfly when she wants to be, although she doesn't talk to anyone lower than a Pedigree unless approached by the lower rankers.
History : Faith was spoiled when she was a pup. She got everything she wanted, wherever, whenever. She doesn't know what it's like not to get what she wants, which is why she's a diva. Born in a litter of 5, she was picked amongst her 5 siblings to be a Show Dog, mostly because they found she had the most potential. So, her sugar-coated history began. Taken away from her parents at a young age, Faith remembers nothing of them except that their names were Cricket and Lycaon. Growing up was a piece of cake for her, and as she started showing, life grew easier. All she had to do was act pretty and voilà! She won her shows. There's nothing interesting about her history, so don't ask her about it. It's too boring for her liking.
Crush : No, I do not like anyone at the moment.
Boyfriend : Oh please. Nobody is worth my commitment.
Mate : Have you not been listening to me?
Pups : Me? Have those little rascals running around me and calling m; Mom? I don't think so.
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And I remember your eyes were so bright.
When I first met you, so in love that night.
And now I'm kissing your tears goodnight.
And I can't take it, you're even perfect when you cry.
Hello. My name is Skylar, but I just go by Skye most of the time. The name was given to me by my mother, for I was only named after I'd first opened my eyes, while all of my other siblings were named a couple moments after we were born. The name comes from the color of my eyes, which are of course, blue. It isn't hard to miss, as it contrasts well against the color of my fur. I am a Purebred Australian Shepherd, who is 3 years old, and a female. I do some dock diving, some agility, and some ultimate frisbee.
I am an abnormally big female who towers over most dogs of my breed. My long legs are covered in a layer of muscle, built for both running and jumping, hence my competitive level. I also have a lithe and agile body, which gives me an advantage when I'm going through the agility course. I was born without a tail, so the bob attached to my body occasionally wags, but it only makes my whole rump shift from side-to-side. My torso and my shoulders hold most of the muscles of my body, built for swimming and dragging if I ever had do do so. The most captivating thing about myself are my clear, blue eyes. They aren't hard to miss, as they contrast nicely against the color of my fur. Truth be told, it's almost as if they replaced my eyes with 2 little blue moons.
S h y: I'm not used to meeting a lot of new people, as I was secluded in my home for most of my puphood. I haven't exactly mastered the outgoing side that I'm supposed to have, according to my brother, so I tend to keep to myself when there's a crowd, and only saying a few words when I'm talking to someone. It's hard for me to get over my shyness, although I do try to at least engage conversation with anyone who approaches me. I can tell you, that not many dogs approach me as I almost seem anti-social, but that isn't the case. I'm just not very outgoing.
K i n d: I will help anyone in need. Whether I don't like the person, or it's a stranger, I don't leave anyone who is in need of assistance. I don't see why some refuse to let me help them, as it's all I want to do, help them. But again, this world is full of people like that, who have too much pride to let someone help them when they are in need. I don't hesitate to give up my meal if it means a starving creature will have a full belly for once, and although I probably don't set the best example, I hope to influence others to be kinder.
C a r i n g: When I care for you, I actually care for you. I will do anything to make you happy, and I won't hesitate to give my life if it means you'll live. I will protect you as fiercely as a mother cares for her pups, and although I may be a little over-protective sometimes, it's just because I care. The problem with my caring side, is that I get jealous easily, always thinking that there's someone else they care more about than me. There is always that one person, I guess, but I try to not dwell on that too long.
A c t i v e: I am a very active female, always enjoying a good chase or something of the genre. Since I compete in 3 different categories, I always have something to do, whether it's training or just to have fun. I have good endurance and stamina, and although I don't enjoy fighting, I am better than the average dog at it, That's what happens when you grow up with 10 brothers, and no sisters. Running, swimming, and jumping is my forte, while I may be a Herding Dog, but I suck at it. Mostly because I never trained to herd cattle or sheep.
T r u s t w o r t h y: You can trust me with any secret, and I will keep it with my life. The only way to get it out of me, would be... Well, you wouldn't be able to get it out of me. If you tell me not to tell anyone, I won't. As for the rest of it, I keep my promises. Doesn't matter what it is, I will keep it. If you break too many promises, then they won't believe you when you promise them something important. Like promising someone you'll always be there for them. That is one of the most broken promises, but when I told my brother that, I meant it. And I'm still keeping it today.
Crush: I don't like anyone.
Secret Crush: Oh please. I don't keep secrets about myself.
Mate: I do not have someone to love.
Pups: Although I do wish for some, I don't have any at the moment.
A litter of 11, 10 males and 1 female, were born on the morning of August 9th. It was a beautiful summer day, and sunlight filtered through the window as the parents gazed proudly at the beautiful pups lying at the mother's belly. All 11 squirming bundles looked for her milk, and each of them suckled peacefully, their little pup faces pressed into the warm fur of her stomach. Amour, the mother, had tears in her eyes. She never thought she'd have pups of her own, and that they were fathered by the brute she loved, made it 10 times better. Knight, the father, was proud to call them his, and they took turns naming them, starting from the 2nd oldest boy and going all the way to the last born. The girl wasn't named until after her eyes had opened, since the mother wanted to name her something special. So, they each had their name, and the second they could hear, they were taught to respond to them. There was Mercury, Crimson, Ranger, Sailor, Atlas, Illegal, Copper, Tucker, Jupiter, and Lunar. As the female finally opened her eyes and looked at her parents with her clear blue eyes for the first time, they knew exactly what they were going to name her.
That girl, was me. Skylar was my name, but I preferred Skye, so that's how my parents called me. Once all of us had opened our eyes, I was disappointed to hear that I was the only girl. It didn't bother me though, because my brother still treated me like I was a male, and not some spoiled little girl. Since we were all destined to be great dogs when we were older, our training started the second we turned 6 moons old. Crimson and Ranger became Herding Dogs, Sailor and Atlas were Dock Dogs, Copper and Tucker trained to be Show Dogs, and oddly Illegal was trained to be a Hunting Dog. Mercury and I had been chosen to just be house pets, but after they started playing with us, the humans saw that I had potential and started with agility training, after dock training, and finally frisbee training, They couldn't seem to find the perfect one for me, so instead they just kept training me in all 3 categories. Sadly, Jupiter and Lunar had passed away from sickness at 5 moons old, so they didn't train to become anything. Once we were fully trained, we were able to spend more time with each other. Amour, my mother, was run over in our driveway a few days later, and our owners sued the driver, claiming he wasn't paying attention to the road. So then, it was only 10 members left in my family, until my dad had to be put down because of hip displaysia.
After that, we were all sold to different homes, although I'm pretty sure each of us left with one sibling except for Illegal, as he was the only Hunting Dog in the family. Mercury and I stayed together, and while I competed, he stayed at home. He is quite lazy. I won quite a few ribbons, varying from 1st place to 3rd, although I do lose quite a lot too. I am now only starting my competing career, as all those other competitions I've been to have only been local ones.
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I'm gonna live my life
No matter what we party tonight
naмe ➳ Mercury - Merry
gender ➳ Male
age ➳ 3 years
вreed ➳ Purebred Australian Shepherd
ranĸ ➳ Pedigree
Mercury isn't your typical Aussie. He's a goof, that I can admit. He loves to have fun, and pulling
pranks on others. You can tell he was never meant to be anything more than a House Pet,
because he never takes anything seriously. Everything is a joke to him, which does cause
quite a few problems around serious dogs who discuss some matters that may not involve
him but he's there anyways. The world is his playground, he can always find something
fun to do, wherever he is. He is pretty much the complete opposite of his sister. He's
outgoing, loves to talk to everyone, although he never makes any promises, because
the odds of him keeping them are very slim. Although he may be a prankster, when
Mercury cares, he cares. He does care for very little, which includes his sister, but
that's pretty much it as far as it goes. Oh, he also cares for his owner, mostly
because he's the one who feeds him.
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Mercury was the runt of the litter. With 10 other siblings; Skylar, Crimson, Ranger, Sailor, Atlas, Illegal, Copper, Tucker, Jupiter, and Lunar, his parents didn't really pay any attention to him, mostly only his owners. Oddly, he was the only black and gray pup in the family, while all his other siblings were either red merle, blue merle, or tri-colored. His history is identical to his sister's although he wasn't trained to be anything but a House Pet. He's fine with that, considering he's lazy and never likes to do too much exercise. Not every dog is athletic and active, right?
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Mercury isn't one to stick around for too long. He's had what most would consider 'flings', but he's never gotten serious with anyone. He has no eye on anyone at the moment, although he does find every fae out there pretty. You just have to give them a chance to get to know them. As for the rest of it, Mercury doesn't have a mate, nor does he have any offspring. He's not really sure if he even wants some.
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