❄Wнεη Sηøω ℱαℓℓs❄Literate❄Open & Accepting!

[saorsa-]

[I'm working on a couple banners. Hopefully some more people will join.]

[buttercat,]

[ooc;]
This looks great! It's my first Literate roleplay, so please bear with me and feel free to give me pointers...I'm at a semi-lit level, though I'm hoping to bring that up to full literate.


Username:
-Starshade-
Name:
Blackhawk Down
Gender:
Brute
Age:
Seven [7] years
Crush:
"Why even ask?"
Mate:
"No. Just no."
Pups:
"I've fathered litters left and right. I've never met a single one of my pups."
Mother:
"I wish to forget, but if you insist, her name was Mirage"
Father:
"Father? Are you kidding me? Why would I want to even think about his name?" (Dagyr)
Siblings:
"I don't care. They hurt me so much, how can I remember?" (Sikorsky, Chickasaw, Apache)
Personality:
Blackhawk is a lone wolf. There isn't much more to say on the subject. He works alone and if any dingo dares try to get near to him, he'll tear their throat out. Blackhawk isn't afraid to kill. He doesn't let anyone tell him what to do. Blackhawk is extremely dominant and territorial.
Most bad guys have a soft side for something. Whether it be pups, pretty females or the color pink. Not Blackhawk. He's just a black-and-tan ball of explosive energy, ready to burst at any second. He does have his fear, though. He hates loud noises, guns and most of all, humans.
Blackhawk is unable to trust. Not again. No matter how hard you try, he'll never open up to you. He'd rather throw himself off Ayer's Rock and burst into flames midair then tell you anything about himself.
History:
Blackhawk's life started out terribly. He was the runt of the litter and was literally ignored by his mother. On top of all that, his father and siblings abused him when he was older, though not old enough to fight back. He was starved and left to fend for himself at seven months of age.
All alone in the Australian Outback, Blackhawk nearly met his doom. He was rescued by several hunters who took pity on his many scars and wounds. He was nursed back to health. Blackhawk was completely dependant on them. He ate their food, cuddled close to them and played with the kids.
Then came a baby. The father of the family decided a young, feral dingo-wolf hybrid wasn't a smart idea with a newborn. So Blackhawk was so brutally torn from his family and put into a cold cage at the local pound, where he faced even more problems. Nobody wanted a feral dingo, even if he acted like a normal young dog. He was eventually adopted by a heavy-set man who almost always had a cigar hanging out it mouth.
Blackhawk was kept in a dirty cage with many others wolves and dogs. It was a puppy mill. Blackhawk found that out the hard way.
Blackhawk fathered several litters, never with the same female. When the mill was finally discovered, there wasn't much left. most of the dogs had died, leaving only the stronger ones.
Other:
He's half Dingo, half wolf

[saorsa-]

[Accepted. I'll update in a sec.]

[buttercat,]

[ooc;]
Thanks! would you like me to make you guys a banner? I haven't done a manip (banner) in such a long time...Nor have I ever worked with wolves...^^

[saorsa-]

[Sure. Banners are always welcome. ]

[buttercat,]

[ooc;]
Awesome! I'll find some good stock pictures. I'll do the actual banner in the morning. It's getting late ^^

[saorsa-]

[That is fine.]

[profilegone]

((I finished her history.))

[saorsa-]

[Oooh! Let me read. If you want we can start roleplaying. Would you like to post first?]

[darlingdiablo]

[Might join later (: ]