Username:
Jones.
Name:
Brooke
Gender:
Female
Species:
Dog, American Pit ball terrier.
Kennel Number:
Number 79
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
I would like, no, love this character because:
- I have no dog characters and I love her <3
- Pit balls need more loving publicity <3
- I would order art of her.
- I would put her in lots of roleplays.
- I would put her in my character thread.
- Snuggle her too much <3
- Keep posting updates of whats going on <3
Personality:
Brooke is a very quiet, reserved and self controlled animal, she is very intelligent and can think pretty much as good as any human. She has her own opinions on most things but is still pretty silent. However, her and her mother have never been close, and they do tend to have a few arguments which then can lead to fights. She finds it difficult to trust and it will take a lot to make her be trusting and friendly towards you.
History:
I had a regular Pit ball pup hood, bred to fight. My mother was a fighter before me, not a successful one but still a fighter, my father was also a fighter but I'd never met him. I had many brothers and sisters and my mother would be constantly barking at me to show my violent side. I would refuse. My siblings would already be tearing things to shreds and fighting with each other thanks to the encouragement of my owner. I would yap and nudge them away from each other in the chance they wouldn't end up like my parents, scared physically and emotionally. Soon it was time for my first fight, I was led into the arena in a back-alley place. I had a harness around my chest and a chain lead attached to that. My owner was a stupid man, thinking I was the most vicious of his dogs because I was always barking and nudging the dogs. He never watched me properly, seeing what I was really like. Quiet and reserved. I was thrown into a small cage, a small sand arena before me. There was a vicious barking from across the arena, I peeked out the cage and saw a savage looking dog throwing himself around in the cage. I tucked my tail between my legs and quivered against the back of the cage. Then, suddenly, the doors were released. The howling creature flung its self through the door, searching the arena for its opponent. I released I had a choice. I could stay here and be attacked willingly or I could try to fight my way out. I gingerly stepped forward and closed my eyes as the dogs jaws locked on my leg...
When I awoke I was still on the sand floor, the grains of sand embedded in the deep wounds on my body. I grimaced with pain as I shifted my leg. The other dog was gone, as was the spectators. I was alone. I led in the sand, thinking of my situation. I could move and try to find help, but that would cause severe pain and maybe damage my injuries more. Or I could lie here and die. I gritted my teeth, running a dry tongue over them once I'd finished. I stood up, blinking hard as I did, I managed to walk to the roadside where I collapsed in pain. I don't know what happened but when I awoke I was on a sort of bed. When I lifted my head I realised that I was in one of those things that humans used to go places. Looking over to the person driving, I finally managed to work out who it was. My old owner. The one who put me in this state, I bared my teeth but was too weak to do any further. Soon, we stopped. He opened the door and threw me out into a small garden. Again I grimanced with pain, but he carryed on walking into the house. I didn't recongise where we were, I'd never seen this place before. When he did return there was something long and round in his hands. It was smooth and brown, long but with a metal trigger at the end of it. Then, I knew what it was. And what it was meant for. I had two options, stay here and end my life, my suffering and my pain. Or run and hope to find a new home. I thought them over, and of the crowd that was down at the dog fight and wondered if there ever was such a thing as a 'nice' home. But, then again, I always was curious, I could go and explore the world and one day hope to find a nice home. Sooner then later, the gun was pointed at my head. I had to choose now. As he drew the trigger of the gun... I stayed put. I wanted to end my suffering.
Other:
Got quite emotional writing this xD
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Username:
Jones.
Name:
Show name: How Do You Like Me Now?
Barn name: Tango.
Gender:
Mare
Species:
Horsey :3
Kennel Number:
93
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
- I love her design and horse charries are my favorite <3
- I would order art of her.
- I would put her in lots of roleplays.
- I would put her in my character thread.
- Snuggle her too much <3
- Keep posting updates of whats going on <3
Personality:
Tango is a very flirty mare, flirting with any stallion she meets but never takes it further then that. She has serious commitment issues and will buck and kick at any stallion who tries to take it further. Tango isn't sure why she does this, but it is secretly because of her past. When she was a foal, born and raised in this show stables, one of their grooms, angered by her refusal to be broken, would strike out at her. She doesn't really know why this effects her, but in a weird way it changed her. Made her dedicated to her work, focused on her dressage work. Trying to get the best out of her natural talent.
History:
Tango snorted as the groom attached a headcollar and lead rope to her head, she obediantly followed him as he tied her to the rail on the wall. Suddenly she felt a soft pad on her back, she turned her beautiful head around to sniff at the thing on her back. But as soon as she do so, the groom striked her muzzle. Tango was confused by this and shook her head, as she turned to face the wall. All of a sudden she felt a weight on her, and again she turned her head to look. The groom had put a strange thing on her! She resisted the temptation to sniff the weird thing on her back, in case of a strike again. But when the groom but his foot in the stirrup and swung onto her back she tossed her head and reared, sending the groom flying. When he appeared next to her, he raised his whip and swung it down, hard, onto her shoulder....
Other:
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Username:
Name:
Show Name: Reckless
Barn name: Kalypso
Gender:
Stallion
Species:
Horse.
Kennel Number:
94
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
Personality:
Reckless is well... Reckless. He is a very talented eventer but is just extremely unfocused, he has one vice which is wind sucking but that is currently being dealt with. He doesn't ever buck, kick or bite his rider he just doesn't listen. Being a stallion he likes doing what he wants to do, and if he doesn't want to work. He wont. Simple. Kalypso tends to loose his cool most often in the showjumping and dressage ring. On the cross-country he works fine, simply because he can gallop to his hearts content. But in the arenas where he needs to focus and stay calm he tends to think that he can just mess around and flunk his test.
History:
Other:
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(Dont have time right now, just posting so I dont forget :3)