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[Jenye]

Thank you, thank you so much for Pitchi :3

[byyrde]

Dropped for kennel 84.

[ika;]

Username: Ikaaaaaaaaa.

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Name: Ophelia.

Ophelia is a fictional character in the play Hamlet by William Shakespeare. She is a young noblewoman of Denmark, the daughter of Polonius, sister of Laertes, and potential wife of Prince Hamlet. As one of the few female characters in the play, she is used as a contrasting plot device to Hamlet's mother, Gertrude.

Gender: Female.
Species: American Pit Bull Terrier.

The American Pit Bull Terrier (APBT) is a medium-sized, solidly built, short haired dog whose early ancestors came from England and Ireland. It is a member of the molosser breed group.

Kennel Number: ~81
Height: 54cm
Weight: 30kg

{ I'm your opheliac, I've been so disillusioned }

Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?: Oh wow. I swear my heart skipped a beat when I saw this beautiful girl. She stood out so much to me, and I absolutely knew I had to try out for her. I've been cutting down on characters lately, and adopting out some of my 'forgotten' ones, so I was delighted when I realized I had more than enough space for this girl. Her story came flooding into my head, and in general who Ophelia is as a soul- I feel like I know her inside and out. If I was lucky enough to take her home, Ophelia would be written about. Not as in a few rambles here and there, but a proper novel. Being totally serious, I think I could write a book about her. I have so much inspiration that I took the first chance I could get to come here and write up as much as I can about her. She may be used in several literate roleplays, and would have a home on my character thread and website, as well as getting regular art. She's so precious and special- thank you so much for this opportunity to adopt her.

{ she speaks in third person so she can forget that she's me }

Personality:



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bsequious- Ophelia is compliant for the most part; she'll do as she's told and when she's told to do it. Submissive and dutiful, she lacks resistance due to sheer terror of being harmed mentally or physically. Even if she doesn't agree with it, Ophelia will no doubt do as she's ordered.



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athetic- Many will describe Ophelia as this. She's been hurt so greatly that her resistance and courage has been broken down, and she no longer stands up for herself except for extraordinary circumstances. She'll lie down on a bed of thorns if bullied into it, she'll plead and beg for her safety. So many times has she been abused, that it's a second nature.



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onest- Ophelia seems to be completely incapable of lies. She may be a fool, but she's very much an honest fool. She can't bring herself to tell falsehoods, because she simply can't- the words stick in her throat and choke her. Though she's timid and meek, she still has a strong sense of morals, due to the strict but loving upbringing of her parents before she was separated and sent to fight.



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loquent- Another characteristic given to her by her parents. Her mother, a forgettable farm dog, was determined for her daughter to at least have an education so she would not end up with the same fate as herself. Ophelia was taught how to express herself using words, and it's because of this that she speaks to such a high standard.



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oving. Despite the horrors she has been through, Ophelia still has a very loving heart. She remembers those that have shown her kindness, and holds them close to her heart, hoping to repay them someday. She often dreams of finding her soulmate, and though she knows it's unlikely, she holds on to that hope like a candle flame in the dark.



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ntelligent. To survive, Ophelia has had to make executive decisions on the spot that weigh up the chances of her living or dying. Because of this, her mind is very sharp and quick. She's travelled to many places to fight, so she has a good idea of the world around her- apathetic as it may be. She picks up what she hears and stores it away in her mind, in case she can use it to help her at a later point.



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live. Alive. Ophelia is uncomfortably aware that every day that passes could be her last- dog fighting only ends with one winner, so her sense of mortality is especially strong. She knows she cannot avoid fate, so she figures that if she is to die, she will live each day as if it were her last- she will enjoy each breath, savour each smile and remember each kind voice and touch. Ophelia is determined that though she is forced to bend to other people's will, she will have the last laugh and be content with her short life in her last moments.




{ I know how hard it can be to keep believing in me }

History:
1800- Victorian England.

It was the rattle of carriage wheels that woke the pup from her restless sleep. Every jolt as the wheels nicked on the cobbled street sent darts of pain through her sleek head, and with a grand effort, she finally opened her eyes. She was met with darkness. Try as she might, slitted chocolate eyes could make out only the wooden panes of the cart beneath her. The space was tight, she could not turn- soon her breath came in gasping sighs. Blinking dazedly at the sharp pain across her brow, the piebald canine once again lapsed into dreams.

x.x.x.x

When next she woke, it was not the violent jerking of the carriage that stirred her. It was a fearful and passionate cry of; "Father, no!" that stole her from sleep. The cart skidded to a halt, and she could hear the scrape of horseshoes on paving. A sudden explosion of light blinded her, and she fell backwards in sheer terror, clawing at the floor in a desperate attempt of escape. The door had been wrenched open, and a face peered in.

She floundered and tripped, her eyes burning at the harsh exposure to the light. The stranger began crooning something gently, nonsense lyrics like she were soothing a baby. “The sun has gone from shining skies, and dandelions have closed their eyes, the stars are lighting their lamps to see if you’re asleep like we should be...” Her voice was sweet, and the pup paused, casting a wary gaze on her face.

“Victoria, you fool! That whelp is a fighting dog- make it angry, not calm!” And with that, the man’s shadowy figure loomed into view and dealt the dog such a vicious backhand with his cane, that she went sprawling backwards, stunned. “Father, please! Not this one-“ The girl began to beg, “Not Ophelia!”

The man laughed cruelly. “Ophelia? You’ve named it? Well, your precious ‘Ophelia’ will be in the ring like all the dogs before it, and it’s gonna fight like them. It’s gonna make us money, so perhaps we can pay for your mother’s medicine. Your precious dog is gonna fight to make her well again, and if that means this scrap of a dog dies in the process- so be it.” He spat on the floor, and reached in to grab the dog by her scruff, wrenching her from the carriage compartment like she was a sand bag.

Victoria cast a venomous look at her father, slapping away his hand from the dog and kneeling beside her. “You’re Ophelia. That’s your name, and you’re my dog. I swear it, we’ll be together again.” And like a darting silver minnow, she bent to kiss the dog’s soft head. “You’re going to have to fight, but don’t let the poison of death taint you. You’re a good dog, a sweet one. You remember that.”

Before any more words were exchanged, Victoria’s father scooped the pup up and over his shoulder, where she hung limp.
In all her life, those words of kindness were enough to keep the little dog going. In her last glimpses of Victoria, she knew they’d find each other one day.

x.x.x.x

With a start, I woke up. The memory had claimed me by surprise, and its clarity left me breathless. That was a year ago to the day. I’ve grown since then- muscles flex in my shoulders and my canines are filed to sharp points. They say I’m ready. I disagree.

x.x.x.x


Other:
Black Ice

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[west ,]

Have the results been posted yet? I checked back a couple of pages but they never appeared... sorry to rush anyone if the results still haven't been posted.

[Solanum]

They are in the code drop results post on the first page c;

[west ,]

Aww *cries* I didn't get the GD I wanted, but thank you anyway. I'll try again to get another great dane...

[Africa.]

*leaps on all of the APBT...and a couple of the GDs* MINE. ALL MINE. *squishes them, trying to sneak off with them* >:D

*Taps fingers* Bad Tiki! x3 ...Save some for me >8D

Toki, those are just... Wow <3 If I get my muse back after the five hours of non-stop writing and drawing that a did for a different form, I'll definitely try to slip in a form <3

But...but...Pit Bulls~ <3 I love pit bulls. Must have pit bull. D: Muuuuuust. Expect an actual form this time. OTL I hate school.

Eee <3 I get to read a Tiki form then! 8D God, I love your forms <3 Theres a handful of writers that I secretly stalk x3 And yes, you are very much one of them >8D -Notcreepyatallno- And yes Pix, so are you x3 But you probably knew that xD

This time it seems I'll have to go for a character, since there are so many gorgeous ones x3

Wes knows that the red pibble looks like my real dog. She's going for it just to make me jealous. There shall be war.

Marking, weighing my chances, plotting nefariously. x3

Hah - To make you jealous. Actually, no. He was my favorite ever since .: TOKI :.'s donation interrupted my watching of Forrest Gump. Couldn't stop staring at the love. |D I do like one with a similar design to him, but he just doesn't cut it or click with me quite as much. I'll be trying to juggle this form along with 3 others elsewhere... good luck to me. x_x

O.o Good luck indeed. x3

SilverHorse: Thats the spirit ^^ Just keep trying <3

[Solanum]

You stalk my forms? Why? O.o

[Offended Cockatiel]

Username ::
H o w l i n g

Kennel Number ::
Seventy Nine

Name ::
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Gender ::
Male

Species ::
American Pit Bull Terrier

Mate ::
None

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Zodiac Symbol ::
Taurus

Element :: Earth
Symbol :: Bull
Stone :: Emerald
Planet :: Venus
Description :: Underneath their cool, calm and collected exterior, Taureans differ greatly from all the other signs of the zodiac. Taureans manage to discreetly stay apart from the crowd, even though they have a well-earned reputation for being socialisers. They will let others get close, but only so close as they want them. Some claim that trying to get your point across to a Taurean, should they not want to hear you, is rather similar to talking to the trees – they simply won't budge. And, there is no such thing as an open-book Taurean. Their feelings, fears and desires often run far deeper than anyone around them would guess. Like the butterfly that chooses to remain hidden in its cocoon until it is ready and prepared to emerge, so the true Taurean spirit remains hidden behind a veneer of day-to-day activities. That's why Taureans are sometimes regarded as snobby, withdrawn, boring, or even sulky.

Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character? ::

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Black Ice

This means war!
<3
Good luck Howly.

[Darkest.Nation]

*leaps on all of the APBT...and a couple of the GDs* MINE. ALL MINE. *squishes them, trying to sneak off with them* >:D

*Taps fingers* Bad Tiki! x3 ...Save some for me >8D

Toki, those are just... Wow <3 If I get my muse back after the five hours of non-stop writing and drawing that a did for a different form, I'll definitely try to slip in a form <3

But...but...Pit Bulls~ <3 I love pit bulls. Must have pit bull. D: Muuuuuust. Expect an actual form this time. OTL I hate school.

I second this. Must march off to work! (: