Username: Essence-
Designation [Name]: Lupe
Senility [Age]: Four years
Gender: Female
Breed of Dog: Husky
Temperament [Personality]: Lupe is truly a cold and heartless dog. She is highly distrusting of others and a powerful ally, but a deadly enemy. Reserved and quiet, but bold and brave. However, she is quite uncooperative and will always be selfish up to a point. Lupe doesn't feel bad for others and doesn't feel guilt. Eternally merciless, she will even harm an innocent puppy. And not only is she blunt, serious, and uncompassionate, but she is also relatively... oh, how do I put this... evil, I suppose you could say? Not necessarily in the way that she is power-hungry or bloodthirsty, more so just extremely vengeful and sadistic. She enjoys others pain. She is also very destructive, whether its towards herself, someone else, or even just tearing up inanimate objects. She likes to be isolated from others. No friends, no fights, just her alone.
Memoir [History. Must fill out.]: Being born into a breeding mill wasn't exactly the 'fancy living.' Locked in a cage with nothing but the smell of death and illness surrounding her, Lupe had never really learned what it felt like to be loved or for that matter, how to love. Her mother was quite sick and exhausted and three out of four of her siblings ended up dying, leaving only her and her brother. At a young age, some animal rescuers had discovered the mill and saved all the imprisoned dogs. Lupe, however, did not like them. They may have treated her well, but they reminded her of the cruel man who ran the mill. Soon, she was put up for a adoption. A young and kind appearing man had taken an interest in her. After learning that these humans were no harm, she automatically assumed that there was no reason to harbor suspicions about the man. Boy was she wrong. After being sold to the man, she was thrown in a cage in a dark, cold basement, all alone this time. He fed and watered her, but soon was underweight. Every once in a while he would let her out, and she longed to go outside, but if she so much as glanced at the window she'd receive a harsh beating. At around a year old, he began taunting her, kicking the cage. It infuriated her. When she'd snarl and snap and bark, he'd only smirk and continue. Soon, Lupe found herself in a small ring with a dog chained on the other side, and a crowd of people cheering and jeering lining the ring. Before she knew it, both her and her opponent were unchained. The other dog charged at her. And starting at that moment, she was now a fighting dog, hardly full grown, undernourished, and even weak. She lost fight after fight, but fight after fight, she got closer and closer to winning. Eventually, she began winning fights, by a hair. And after about a year, she was the most feared dog in the ring. But even though her master treated her better for winning and making him lots of money, the brutality and the beatings never ended. Around two and a half years old, she actually killed her opponent, a bulky pitbull.
Humans rushed into the ring trying to pry her jaws from around the pit's neck, but to no avail. Besides, it was already too late. He was dead. But finally, she lost it. Overwhelmed by humans, she turned on them, biting and snapping at anything that moved, almost looking like a rabid dog. After injuring a few of the humans, her owner managed to get close enough to kick her in the skull. Head throbbing, her owner dragged her out of the ring, and began to beat her fiercely, kicking her ribs and her head. Finally, he dumped in her in an alley, in the pouring rain. So as you can see, her life plunged downhill from the start. She never knew true happiness. Even though she was in no state to be moving, she forced herself, and lived life on her own. After all the beatings, the fights, and the other struggles as life as a stray, she became this twisted monster that she is today.
Crush: "I would never dream of such a thing."
Spouse: "Oh, no, God no."
Pups:"I hate children."
Designation [Name]: Lupe
Senility [Age]: Four years
Gender: Female
Breed of Dog: Husky
Temperament [Personality]: Lupe is truly a cold and heartless dog. She is highly distrusting of others and a powerful ally, but a deadly enemy. Reserved and quiet, but bold and brave. However, she is quite uncooperative and will always be selfish up to a point. Lupe doesn't feel bad for others and doesn't feel guilt. Eternally merciless, she will even harm an innocent puppy. And not only is she blunt, serious, and uncompassionate, but she is also relatively... oh, how do I put this... evil, I suppose you could say? Not necessarily in the way that she is power-hungry or bloodthirsty, more so just extremely vengeful and sadistic. She enjoys others pain. She is also very destructive, whether its towards herself, someone else, or even just tearing up inanimate objects. She likes to be isolated from others. No friends, no fights, just her alone.
Memoir [History. Must fill out.]: Being born into a breeding mill wasn't exactly the 'fancy living.' Locked in a cage with nothing but the smell of death and illness surrounding her, Lupe had never really learned what it felt like to be loved or for that matter, how to love. Her mother was quite sick and exhausted and three out of four of her siblings ended up dying, leaving only her and her brother. At a young age, some animal rescuers had discovered the mill and saved all the imprisoned dogs. Lupe, however, did not like them. They may have treated her well, but they reminded her of the cruel man who ran the mill. Soon, she was put up for a adoption. A young and kind appearing man had taken an interest in her. After learning that these humans were no harm, she automatically assumed that there was no reason to harbor suspicions about the man. Boy was she wrong. After being sold to the man, she was thrown in a cage in a dark, cold basement, all alone this time. He fed and watered her, but soon was underweight. Every once in a while he would let her out, and she longed to go outside, but if she so much as glanced at the window she'd receive a harsh beating. At around a year old, he began taunting her, kicking the cage. It infuriated her. When she'd snarl and snap and bark, he'd only smirk and continue. Soon, Lupe found herself in a small ring with a dog chained on the other side, and a crowd of people cheering and jeering lining the ring. Before she knew it, both her and her opponent were unchained. The other dog charged at her. And starting at that moment, she was now a fighting dog, hardly full grown, undernourished, and even weak. She lost fight after fight, but fight after fight, she got closer and closer to winning. Eventually, she began winning fights, by a hair. And after about a year, she was the most feared dog in the ring. But even though her master treated her better for winning and making him lots of money, the brutality and the beatings never ended. Around two and a half years old, she actually killed her opponent, a bulky pitbull.
Humans rushed into the ring trying to pry her jaws from around the pit's neck, but to no avail. Besides, it was already too late. He was dead. But finally, she lost it. Overwhelmed by humans, she turned on them, biting and snapping at anything that moved, almost looking like a rabid dog. After injuring a few of the humans, her owner managed to get close enough to kick her in the skull. Head throbbing, her owner dragged her out of the ring, and began to beat her fiercely, kicking her ribs and her head. Finally, he dumped in her in an alley, in the pouring rain. So as you can see, her life plunged downhill from the start. She never knew true happiness. Even though she was in no state to be moving, she forced herself, and lived life on her own. After all the beatings, the fights, and the other struggles as life as a stray, she became this twisted monster that she is today.
Crush: "I would never dream of such a thing."
Spouse: "Oh, no, God no."
Pups:"I hate children."
Username: Essence-
Designation [Name]: Claymore
Senility [Age]: Three years
Gender: Male
Breed of Dog: Border Collie
Temperament [Personality]: Clay is a rather unstable character. He's jumpy and startled exceptionally easy. He's even slightly emotionally scarred. He stutters and speaks with a quiet, nearly inaudible voice. On top of that, he's extremely submissive and couldn't fight for the life of him. Claymore has very low self-esteem and really just sits back in the shadows. He doesn't really do anything for himself; he can hardly find food and water. Clay always worries and is very pessimistic. He is cautious and wary, all the time.
Memoir [History. Must fill out.]: Clay was born as a stray. With a father who was never there, a very hot-headed and strict mother, and larger siblings that always bullied him, Claymore just learned it was best to hide and stay out of everyone's way. No dramatic or even traumatic thing occurred, his personality just developed to be this way because he lacked essential skills and could never muster up the boldness to stand up for himself. His siblings grew up to be bloodthirsty dogs and brutally murdered his mother right in front of him. That was the only thing close to disaster that happened to him. Then they came after him. But he ran. He didn't know how he did it, but he somehow managed to escape. And that's basically his short, simple history.
Crush: "N-no..."
Spouse: "Um... of course not."
Pups: "I..uh.. well, no."
Designation [Name]: Claymore
Senility [Age]: Three years
Gender: Male
Breed of Dog: Border Collie
Temperament [Personality]: Clay is a rather unstable character. He's jumpy and startled exceptionally easy. He's even slightly emotionally scarred. He stutters and speaks with a quiet, nearly inaudible voice. On top of that, he's extremely submissive and couldn't fight for the life of him. Claymore has very low self-esteem and really just sits back in the shadows. He doesn't really do anything for himself; he can hardly find food and water. Clay always worries and is very pessimistic. He is cautious and wary, all the time.
Memoir [History. Must fill out.]: Clay was born as a stray. With a father who was never there, a very hot-headed and strict mother, and larger siblings that always bullied him, Claymore just learned it was best to hide and stay out of everyone's way. No dramatic or even traumatic thing occurred, his personality just developed to be this way because he lacked essential skills and could never muster up the boldness to stand up for himself. His siblings grew up to be bloodthirsty dogs and brutally murdered his mother right in front of him. That was the only thing close to disaster that happened to him. Then they came after him. But he ran. He didn't know how he did it, but he somehow managed to escape. And that's basically his short, simple history.
Crush: "N-no..."
Spouse: "Um... of course not."
Pups: "I..uh.. well, no."
