Soul Switched
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Kennel Number: 25x49
Name [of pet]:
Tazer// Project IX(9), or simply Volker
Rupert// Subject to change
Gender [of pet]: Male-x-Female
Breed/Species [of pet]: Undead mutt-x-Wolf
Personality [of pet]:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BK0zRR3G ... creen&NR=1
x- Tazer is smart. He knows when it's right to be blank with the oddness of his thoughts, and when he should speak. He knows his skills are high, and that he has blood splattered over his body all the time for reasons. But he'd rather be quiet, silently sneaking through without anyone to notice. Have you ever herd a yowl of morbid pain in the depth of night? That seams to send your spine high and head spinning. It kills him inside really, it's his scream filling the air after every night. He's decisive with change, it's not like he can go back now.
He likes to be in controll, and will do a lot of daring things to know what's going on, what's going on can help in the long run. He hates not knowing things, but you won't know it. He's got an inner self that screams out all the time, every single secound. But on the outside, you won't be able to see it. He isn't trusting, and it takes so much to gain his trust. But he's always mourning, there are things normal ones can't see, that push him to do this. They push so hard sometimes he just goes numb. He's just... another monster.
No? . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AiRr0DgH ... re=related
x- Rupert would rather die than give up. Ruperts a girl, and she wants things to change. Her bloodline ranges to ones of Natzi blood and things have gone upside down in her life because of it. She really doesn't give about anyone, as that's what she was taught. She does have a heart for justice though, you deserve what you deserve and i've done nothing wrong to to have that treatment from you. Stuff like that.
She's witty and smart enough to doubt against propaganda, seeing around all the little details others would rather ignore, olbioviosly. Rupert's all for fun and you can see it in her attitude and body language, though she'd rather plesure herself than anyone around her. Another thing she's learned. Or rather complex.
She's not much of a good girl, though sometimes she trys. But at seriose times, she is a compleatly different person. She can't say anything wrong, or anything stupid, and when something's really going down, she get's this crazy look in her eyes. A girl who's ready for change.
And the odd's impossible... ?
Why yes. . .
Background/History [of pet]:
x The trick to Life x {Song}
x- Project IX(9) or rather Volker. That's who I am. A rather well ended project, with only one flaw. Lung cancer. And I know every day... i'm getting weaker. Though, I am also blind. That I won't count as flawed. The lunatic creators that made me threw me out in the slumps of this dear old town. No real mother or father, I was created with anigmas, blood too mixed to ever be fathinable. In a test tube and with small injections to finally get an actually living body. But the trash can rats, or rather rat's of the slumps, not real rats infact at all, called me Tazer because I could set a spark in a secound. I know this town pretty well, and have learned how to take care of myself, with the common demienor of the ones close by. Life's not easy, but who said it would ever be. Sometimes, theres this feeling... you call it jelousy? That roams around me. Theres a sweet little, nice town near by. But were locked inside these gates of hell. Maybe this town isn't hell, but that's where i'm going next so I enjoy all of this corruption so much it almost hurts... but I enjoy that too.
x- My life isn't so simple. I'm living in the slums of Germany now. I've been with my uncle Sam for so many years, since mother and father died in the Liegin. A lot has happened since the Natzi had tacken over so much power. And when the Propaganda fell... there was so much wreck. I'm German, but life isn't any easier now. It seams what your ancestorys had so blindly done in the far away past can come and bite you in the neck. Schools constantly torture and that's why i'm usually sean in the library, or rather not sean, fiddling through books and hiding in the nicely made corners of memrobilia. As much as I love adventure, I think that books really made me this way. I'm always staying quiet, and ignoring the others when they try to get in my way. But i'm not scared. Why should I be? When I was young, I was scared, but then I learned. I could kill them in a heart beat. Uncle Sam taught me so. He taught me a lot of things. I will never consider him my father, he's different. Uncle Sam knows no love, and yet he's always there, trying one one brooding and sly way or another to push someone else down so you can rise. It's like this, you're the small tree with no sunlight as the other eager ones just
get in your way. And it may not seam kind, but he has good intentions. Somehow.
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The ground shook and quivered and I knew we were moving again. Or maybe this was just a dream? Rather... a nightmare. Before when I was in the contamination ground my life was terrlible. Of course I was created by the scientest, but I live out here. Three legged little stud mutt, content on nothing. Though I can't say that I don't have feelings. One being jelousy. There, in the town town next to us, devided by a wirred and barbed fence, is peace. It's got the future at paws, and it's gray, against our brimming colors.. though a dulling gray is almost what I wish, it mite just numb everything I feel. For now this land isn't so bad. I guess. The place I live. I've lived here, among the streets, the caverns and the plain lands for so long. Would I rather be in the slums of the town beside us instead of here? I stepped near the fence, paw touching the bare wood, the only part I could carefully find that was clean and not going to really hurt me. With one leg it was still easy, i'd lived with it so long. But I sighed, remembering the life i'm living. Maybe it is better. I'm not really blind, somehow I see, with my soul, or my heart, it's not scientific, I just see. But... i'm blind.
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I stuck my snout up into the air, tacking in the sweet scents I could gather. There was bread being made in the near by backery making my mouth water, though the rusting scent of metal stiffled the days rise, and sewer water sloshing around disgustingly hadn't helped it one bit. The fence on the outer rim of this little gray and brown town looming over dangerously. "Rupe.. ?" My uncles voice was deep and even deeper in the sewer drains where it echoed, strong and proud. "Rupe.. ?" Though he was always a reluctent sort of man. That was his nickname for me, Rupe. I hated it, as always and in the future, if I never herd it again, I bet i'd still hate it. But I could ignore a lot, so this was easy enough. "Yes?" My voice was quieter, I was more interested in that old fence in the distant rim of this little town, protected and cowered with barbs, wires. It's shocking they thought we'd be of any threat at all. "School, go to school." My uncle's words threw me out of my daze. School, won't this be fun? "Alright." I started padding, shacking my fur of the dirt.
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The day was just begening, I looked towards the early tweeting and nagging of birds, up in the air, bouncing around carelessly. I wished I could be a bird, but a bit with only one wing wasn't one to live very long. The grass was wet with dew, but it felt warm and sticky, not like the usual cool dew that dripped around your claws. I looked around, in the dark grass there seamed to be a faint trail, of neon green glow leading to the Consortoriam. The most deadly of chemical mixes were put there, and day to day the scent of gastric acid's and fumes can fill the air. It has odd effects to living beings, a morbid meloncholy, or an unexpected highed sence. The day was just dawning, and so was my curiosity. In this dazed sence, maybe I did ignore all the signs telling me I was being stupid, but my brain cells were at rest right now, weather it was the effect of something comming from the Consortorium, wich I highly doubted, they rarely effected me, or weather it was how my body wished for the pain to start numbing. All that really mattered was that it was my new destination.
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It wasn't to say the school wasn't real, it just wasn't a school sort of school. I guess, I don't know how to really explain it. It had dogs of all sorts, learning things on how to live out here in this wild world. I'd guess it was something to do with how the world changed. I've sean pictures of the past,other places, thought very hidden pictures, pictures that should have died in a shower of flames, should have burned. But they didn't, and that's why I yern for thouse times again. When the hours were tweentyfour and not "Whenever you see the sun'n'moon." as my uncle say's when he gets friendly enough at speaking. "Whenever I see the sun and moon." I stared dazzidly foreward, not even noticing I was walking through a busy road. Another thing about this... "Now senetrix" we're not in the past anymore, so they call it the "Now", it seams paranoied, as if by calling it this, as if it's some new fab, wich in the old world, a fab would have seamed defiently big, spectaclar somehow. And this "Now Senetrix", every place feels empty, and yet somehow... so full, crowded and small.
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The strone steaming scent only grew stronger as I neared, the only sound was the soft howl of wind, brushing up, against my fur. And it felt cold enough, wet enough, damp and unwelcoming. The Consortoriam's only noises were the drip drip drip of liquads, and of course the tentiose battering of wind against it's walls. The door, as always, was open, but that still seamed to suprise me as a slid in, jittering at the rough slam behind me. The black door seamed to be made of iron, hard and like led, weighed a ton. The scent was getting stronger, more persist, as I went more inside the building. "Nnng!" I felt my banging, a pounding rumbling wildily, and in secounds I was panting, trying to get my fragile body back into this world again. Or was it my spirit that was creeping away?
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I seamed to evade everything all around, looking up at the sky mournfully. Why was it so gray? In the pictures I saw, it turned so many different colors. Blue, pink, yellow... even green sometimes. I wish it's turn green. I wonder if green skys ment anything at that time, I wonder if the air in the green sky burned your throut, and made your eyes water, or maybe it's the freshest breath of air you could get? Good things come little though, and green air grew. It grew so badly, many stayed inside. A street in the sunset, filled with people, children dancing and jumping, people driving by and others talking, birds in the air, and some on the ground, pecking at thingks curiosly. Now birds are a rare sigh. But, they're my good luck charms, I feel alive when I see them, flying free-er than anything at all. It all seams so impossible, like a dream, a dream that makes your body bubble with happiness. Then a green sky, all seams dark, the sun is setting, a sickly sun is setting in the green toxic glow. That's what they called it... toxic, poison, awfull, breathless, mind numbing, terror. And so many more things.
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Everything was hazy, the room spinning, still in the gray, black and white room where I collapsed. Laying there, I slowly started to regain myself, grouning loudly as I stood, almost toppling sloppely over my own feet. "Ah, the world is spinnig," I said aloud, only to myself. Alone and regretfull... ? Was that whom I was? Many here are alone, it's phenominal to see more than two together at times, and even two at once is rare. Maybe because we've lost so must trust, the creaturs, the slaves, the subjects, the mutaited... no one heres a misfit to one another, we're all misfit. Like... a peace of a cloud, that doesn't seam to fit right, into the sky, no, not at all. And there are so many peaces, so many clouds, that don't fit, abd the sky will be lonely. It's hard to say it, that you feel alone, here. You almost grow numb to it. And nothings about to change that, is it? I drowsly leaned against a wall taking a big breath of, well hopefully it was hair. Clean air.'
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~Q-> Everything I did got ereased.... so yea... i'll redo it soon.
Going for; 25-
52- Have my form; need to add more to None
And 49 >:
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