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[elamea]

{Would any of y'all like it if I made a new doggy?}

[Schainukan]

(Would be awesome! =) We're low on dogs anyways.)

[elamea]

(Would be awesome! =) We're low on dogs anyways.)

{Alright! I'm on the personality section. :3}

[Schainukan]

(Sounds great! ^_^)

[elamea]

{Obsidian}
{Arrogant} {Hunter or Fighter}

"A word to the wise ain't necessary, it's the stupid ones who need advice."

Basics
Your name
"Obsidian. The one and only! It's the purple rock thing that forms when lava and water meet." He lets his very close friends and family, and ONLY his friends and family, call him Sid, Obsid, and even Obsiddy-Sid.

Your Gender
"I'm a pretty girly girl, look at my prettiness! Seriously? Are you kidding me?" Obsidian is a guy.

Your Age
"Well, I honestly think I told you enough about me." He is about 4 years old, 26 if human

Your Breed
Black Labrador. Nothing else.
Look at yourself, what do you see?

How is your body built
"I admit I'm not the most muscular, but I work hard every day, and I have some pretty decent shoulders. I am more muscular then limber, but I can still run at average speeds. I have a thick neck, broad shoulders, but thinner hindquarters. I use my back legs for speed.

What is your pelt like
"I have short hair. It feels smooth, slippery, and almost oily. It's short enough to never get tangled. It's not to thick, or to thin, it's just right. It's not bulletproof, but it offers some protection. It keeps me just warm enough so I won't get hypothermia or frostbite, but not so warm I don't have to tough it out."

What are your eyes like
"A deep amber color that is like a faded photograph of fire. My eyes have pretty much the shape any dog's eye would have. My eyes ain't special or nothing. "

Scars or special markings
"No, not really. I wear a red collar, and have a white toe one my right hindleg but that's it. "

On the inside

General personality
"I can be full of myself at times. I always start out any conversation, day, moment, whatever, full of myself. As I ease more into the mood of the moment, I tend to change. I can be modest if others are taking about me positively. If it's negatively, though, behind my back, I will literally explode! Yeah, I've got a bit of anger management issues. I prefer to call it 'short temper' though. If you call me a hot head, I hope you know how to fight! I tend to challenge myself way beyond my limits. And when I do, it becomes an expectation, rather than a challenge. I hate it when others say to set limits for yourself. I say accomplish as much as you can! I take it upon myself to go further every time. When I fail, I am very disappointed in myself. I don't see why others aren't disappointed in me though! I also am very funny, and have a great sense of humor. I admit sometimes I tease or gossip for humor. I'm a hypocrite, because I hate it when someone teases or gossips about you. Teasing is fine if they're laughing too, though. I love having fun with others, I despise every second of my life I am bored or alone. I'm really social. It doesn't take much for me to consider you a friend. Also, I don't like anyone stupid. If they know nothing, I will burst out laughing in their face. Ten seconds later, I'll feel bad. If someone is stupid without a good excuse, like a mental disease, I don't know what's wrong. It's not that hard to listen to others." Unfortunately, Obsidian doesn't know that some owners don't teach their dog everything. "I am an opportunist, always looking for something beneficial. I am also a realist. Optimists know too little, pessimists know too much. I just stay in the middle. I'm gonna wrap it up and say I don't like fighting, but I will to protect someone."

Flaws
"My flaws? Well, let's see, I get shy talking about flaws, whether they're mine or someone else's. First flaw is how boastful I am. I think I'm the best, but I bet someone out there is better than me. Sometimes, when I'm all alone, I cry because I think I'm better than I really am, that I've got nothing to brag about. I am a hothead, I outrage at any insult to me or a loved one. I don't laugh and pretend I don't care. I'm not afraid to speak my mind! Sometimes, that can be a problem. I say everything that comes into my mind, I don't process it. I push myself so hard that it tires me out and I can get cranky for that. I get cranky when someone tries to stop me too. And I always hate myself when I don't make it. I tease unkindly some of the time, and I feel bad about it. It's hypocritical of me to blow up when I'm insulted but still insult others. I am also not very kind to stupid dogs. If they are clueless on something easy to find out, I laugh at them."

Likes
"I like hanging out with others. I'm social, did I not tell you? Uh, I like, um, girls, because, they're... Never mind. I like hunting, it's like fighting except you're allowed to do it with out feeling so bad. I love sunsets, they are astonishing. I love challenging myself, so I can be better and better! I like boasting about my accomplishments. I also love any physical activity, races, swimming, running, you know what I mean." "

Dislikes
"I don't like fighting the innocent. If I fight, it's for a cause. I hate being teased if it's not light enough to be a joke. I hate it when someone looks better than me. I like being the best, even if only by a teeny bit. I don't like anyone rude. If they are mean to one of my friends, or me, I automatically dislike them. I hate any evil presence, just because it's evil. And I hate those times when I'm just depressed, and I have to cry myself to sleep."

Fears
"Your funny! I fear nothing!" Obsidian actually fears fear itself. He doesn't want to have to fear, fear takes over and corrupts you. It's so powerful, therefore he fears it. He also fears wolves that are stronger than him, but only if they are mean. If they're nice, he doesn't have a problem. But if they show some kind of rudeness to him, he knows they may pick a fight! He will lose. He also fears losing. Losing a fight, or losing an object or loved one. He fears both types of losing.

With just one word
"Awesome!" Very cute, Obsidian. I'd say arrogant. Nice, but arrogant.

The past

Just born
"I had a fairly normal birth. A dog breeder bred my parents and I was made. I was a pure bred Black lab. I had seven siblings I never really knew. I played with them a lot, but none really had been named yet."

Puphood
"At the dog breeder's, sometimes a person would come. Sometimes the person would take a puppy away. Our nice dog breeders reassured us every time. They went away one by one, until only I was left. I was never taken to a nice, new place. I had fear, now. What would I do if no one adopted me?"

Playing rougher
"As I became more mature, I realized that the dog breeders would just keep me. They most certainly did! I stayed with them, they were going to breed me but apparently I had some gene they didn't want passed on. I played with the other puppies around, I kept them entertained, and I still chilled with the adults there too. They taught me everything, my owners taught me even more. I was a very obedient dog. I knew lots of tricks, and I was quite loyal to my family."

All grown up
"One day, when I was going outside, I decided to explore. I walked for miles. Every footstep I took I now regret. I am too far away to ever go back. I would be so happy just to see them again. I want them back. But now, I'm lost. I'm here."

Who are your friends?

Friends
"I had plenty of great friends at the dog breeder's! But now that I'm here, I may need to find some new ones."

Foes
"No, none. I hope I never have any."

Crush
"No, no. I bet I could find one though."

Mate
"I bet I could find a mate at some point."

Pups
"They are adorable. I loved the pups at my old place, having my own would be a dream come true. "

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Other
"I wear my collar as a reminder of my old owners. I don't take it kindly when others tease me for it."

Rank?
"I want to be a hunter or a fighter, doesn't matter to me which.,"

[Schainukan]

(Accepted. Since he doesn't like fighting but likes hunting I think I would put him to the hunters. Yet if you or Wolfeh or Izzy doesn't think so, make him a fighter. He reminds me of my character, Sarina. Just he's her bad side.)

[elamea]

(Accepted. Since he doesn't like fighting but likes hunting I think I would put him to the hunters. Yet if you or Wolfeh or Izzy doesn't think so, make him a fighter. He reminds me of my character, Sarina. Just he's her bad side.)

{Thank you! ^.^ If you want to RP that's fine, Silverheart is talking to Shadow, but Obsidian is open.

[Schainukan]

(I'm going to skip ahead since Salju(Reeses) hasn't reply like she told me.)

(Sorry but going to bed now, it's nearly morning.)

Sarina

Sarina was sitting at her 'place', actually it was just a few bushes that were around the lake which wasn't too far off from the pack. She walked out to the lake and stretched ahead of the bushes, yawning lightly once. The female got the feeling after water and heared the rustle of the water and her curled tail started to wag a little bit. Watching the water before lowering her head to the blue surface and licking up the fresh and cold water. It felt good and she smiled then she looked at her reflection and saw a few balls of earth in her fur so Sarina decided to take a quick bath. The fae started to pad into the lake, just until her back was getting wet.

[Wolfeh Hayes]

Roxy giggles an play bows. She hops forward and touches a paw to him. "Tag you're it!" She barked and ran off. She knew she probably looked like a pup but she didn't care. Pups had all the fun so why not act like a pup?

[elamea]

Obsidian
{Male} {Hunter} {The city} {regretful} {walking, being depressed}

"A word to the wise ain't necessary, it's the stupid ones who need advice""

{•}Obsidian kicked the pop can. It was crushed, drained, chewed up. He had squeezed and prodded it to get every last drop of the remaining half. It was the sweetes thing he had ever tasted. He doubted it was healthy, though. He gave it a hard kick. He couldn't look at it. It was as beat up and broken as his heart. His shattered heart. He had given up already. He knew he would never get back home.

What now? He didn't have an owner. If a dog doesn't have an owner, they are a stray. Strays are doomed. My life will go downhill from here. It's going to hit a hard crash at the end. He doubled back and walked down the faded sidewalk once more. No one would find him. He might as well die of starvation next week.
"Why did I leave?" He muttered, unable to stop his eyes from watering.

He left for adventure. He left for fun. He left for freedom. Those were all things a pup, and only a pup needed. Now that he was here, he had to grow up.{•}