Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｗｈａｔ Ｉ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕ
My name is ... [Punk]
Some call me ... [Punkers]
I have been alive for ... [4 Year's old]
I have been born as a ... [A brute obviously]
I have earned the rank off ... [A fighter]
I have the liking off ... [Love,like luck is for loser's next question please. ]
My heart has been stolen by ... [Seriously starting to wonder if you understand the words coming out of my mouth.]
My name is ... [Punk]
Some call me ... [Punkers]
I have been alive for ... [4 Year's old]
I have been born as a ... [A brute obviously]
I have earned the rank off ... [A fighter]
I have the liking off ... [Love,like luck is for loser's next question please. ]
My heart has been stolen by ... [Seriously starting to wonder if you understand the words coming out of my mouth.]
Ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ｓｅｅ ｍｅ
The first thing you see is ... [My shaggy black pelt; its not long but no is it short; its a solid jet black, with not a piece of white on it anywhere. It is very wirey, and hangs longer on my tail, around my ears and neck, along the backs of my legs and along my belly.]
The windows to my soul ... [are yellow as those of a wolf; and intense as all else, as I really don't trust anyone, because everyone is out to get me.]
Souvenirs of life ... [I have several scars, but I don't remember how I got them; maybe you gave them to me, who knows whatever. They include my left ear has a sharp jagged scar in it, a couple scars on my front legs; and long scar that runs along my ribs to my belly.]
Overal, you see ... [A lean and lanky brute with a deep chest, and half pricked ears. Bright yellow eyes that always seem to be looking for something or someone. My pelt like I said before is wirey, and scraggly, hanging longer around my legs belly and tail. Several tufts fall around behind my ears.]
The first thing you see is ... [My shaggy black pelt; its not long but no is it short; its a solid jet black, with not a piece of white on it anywhere. It is very wirey, and hangs longer on my tail, around my ears and neck, along the backs of my legs and along my belly.]
The windows to my soul ... [are yellow as those of a wolf; and intense as all else, as I really don't trust anyone, because everyone is out to get me.]
Souvenirs of life ... [I have several scars, but I don't remember how I got them; maybe you gave them to me, who knows whatever. They include my left ear has a sharp jagged scar in it, a couple scars on my front legs; and long scar that runs along my ribs to my belly.]
Overal, you see ... [A lean and lanky brute with a deep chest, and half pricked ears. Bright yellow eyes that always seem to be looking for something or someone. My pelt like I said before is wirey, and scraggly, hanging longer around my legs belly and tail. Several tufts fall around behind my ears.]
Ｗｈａｔ Ｉ ｈｉｄｅ
I have been told that I was ... [a basket case is generally what everyone calls me. But really that's quite rude; so what if i know the truth about everything and none of you will listen to me. So what if I change my story every five seconds; I just know why were here and why we will probably never see our people again. So what doesn't mean I'm a basket case. It just means I'm actually just quite scared and nervous and I really do know quite a bit about these things. No really I do. Don't roll your eyes at me.]
Before I was here I was ... [my humans; my perfect wonderful humans who never were mean to me. Or maybe I lived on the streets; which ever sounds better to me at the time of the telling really. Doesn't make me crazy, just means I don't really know which life I prefer. So yeah there you have it. I lived with a wonderful human family and then I ended up on the streets and then I woke up here, and boy I'm not happy here at all. UGH!! ]
My kin in this world is ... [I have no family that I can remember, I mean someone once told me my mom was a terrier mix of some sort, and My Dad is an unknown dog, but I am certain he was proud and noble. Yep.]
Other that you should know about me ... [other]
I have been told that I was ... [a basket case is generally what everyone calls me. But really that's quite rude; so what if i know the truth about everything and none of you will listen to me. So what if I change my story every five seconds; I just know why were here and why we will probably never see our people again. So what doesn't mean I'm a basket case. It just means I'm actually just quite scared and nervous and I really do know quite a bit about these things. No really I do. Don't roll your eyes at me.]
Before I was here I was ... [my humans; my perfect wonderful humans who never were mean to me. Or maybe I lived on the streets; which ever sounds better to me at the time of the telling really. Doesn't make me crazy, just means I don't really know which life I prefer. So yeah there you have it. I lived with a wonderful human family and then I ended up on the streets and then I woke up here, and boy I'm not happy here at all. UGH!! ]
My kin in this world is ... [I have no family that I can remember, I mean someone once told me my mom was a terrier mix of some sort, and My Dad is an unknown dog, but I am certain he was proud and noble. Yep.]
Other that you should know about me ... [other]
Name:Astryl, though some will call me Azzy on occasion.
Age: I am percussively 1 year and 6 months old, or 18 months old.
Breed: Well, if it isn't obvious I'm an English Setter.
Who are you: For some unknown reason I was designated as a Hunter.
Description:Well, as said above I am a Purebred English Setter, my color designation is what is called Roan. But let me describe it a bit better encase you are blind. My fur is long not overly long, but long enough, it lays smoothly across my body, but I have fringes along my stomach, front and back legs, around my neck and ears and my tail. The color like I said is called Roan ussually my breed is white with colored spots, but when a Roan is born, it means there is a high concentration of spots all over the body. And that is what happened with me, my color is a blueish grey, with a white underbelly, and fringe on my legs and tail. The fur upon my ears is darker almost black, while my muzzle is highlighted with a caramel color, the caramel color also highlights my chest, a bit of my underbelly, and my tail. All four of my legs from about the elbow down are white spattered with caramel colored spots. My frame in general in athletic in build, long and lean, my shoulders and chest is well sprung and thick, not like a barrel but it gives me space to breath. This runs back into a nice tuck for my waist and into lean but powerful haunches I am a hunting dog after all, from there my tail sticks out straight and stiff. My head and face, I know I know I saved the best for last. My head is well rounded at the top is is wanted with my breed, my ears hang looslely from each side of my head and are long enough to blend in with my neck which is long and elegant. My eyes are a deep, chocolate brown, and are rounded and soft and very sad looking. My Muzzle is square and long perfect for scenting prey
Personality:I have been told that I am a bit high and mighty and that perhaps I need to be put in my place. I don't fully understand this term because I am in my place as the lead hunter. I know a lot about hunting so yes I am very self assured in my place in the world. I have very little to fear or worry about though I do worry that a hunt may go badly and a dog in my command may get injured. Yes I may come off as offish or cold to those who are new to my presence. But, that's only because I am constantly working on new hunting strategies in my head. Anyone who takes the time to get past my offish exterior will soon discover that I am actually a pretty nice fae, who is willing to listen to suggestions and will even sometimes put them into play for the pack to use during hunts.
History:I was born like everyone else in the world, the only difference was my parents were show dogs, well my mother was, a wonderful multi winning dog, while my father was a prize winning hunting dog. Despite taking after my father in personality, I was picked to be a show dog like my mother. I was taken to rings as young as 5 months of age. But any chance I got I would hunt and stalk things teaching myself how to hunt. There's that's self assured attitude yet again. Then one night my owners left me in my kennel, after a long day of showing, I could hear a few older dogs talking with each other about a German Shepard escaping his kennel and going wild. I liked the sound of this so I began looking around my kennel and by morning I was miles away, searching out this German Shepard, when I found him he accepted me into his pack and soon we were working to find other dogs like us, who hated the show dog life.
