-About the Adopter-Username: Demzee
Why I Want Him:This little guy really stood out to me because he is a pink and purple scene saluki. Personaly, I don't think it can get any better than that. Purple is my absolute favorite color so I always seem to be attracted to it. Plus he is scene; I know some people don't really care for that kind of thing, but if I could I would hoard a bunch of scene/sparle dog type characters because I just can't help but adore them. (I have to limit this kind of character to just my absolute favorite because I would end up with an overabundance of them xD) And lastly, he is a saluki. I'm like a magnet to salukis; a while back I adopted
P-0150N, a saluki from here. Honestly, I can say there is not one thing that I dislike about this characters design.
What I Will Do With Him:I would give this little guy a special place amongst my characters. He would be loved and cherished: art would be ordered and made for him; he would get his own character page on my website; he would be featured in my signature and avatar from time to time; and I have friend who is really excited about doing a mini-manga on him.
-About the Character-Kennel Number: 233
Name:Shay
(At least that's what everyone calls me... My real name is Lillikin. It's kind of embarrasing. My mom really wanted a little girl that she could name Lillian, but then she ended up with me instead. So that's why I gave myself the name Shay; it sounds a lot cooler than Lillikin.)Gender:Male
(What? Did you think I was a girl? Pink and purple is going to be the new punk trend and I am going to be the one to set it. I just got to get famous first...)Species/Breed:Saluki x Borzoi
(Mom was a saluki. I don't know much about Dad, Mom wouldn't tell me a lot, but I do know he was a borzoi)Age:15
(In human years that is.)Birthday:March 4
(That makes me a Pisces.)Orientation:Straight
Personality:Charismatic
(My mom used to tell me I had a lot of spirit; I suppose she was right. People tend to get really pumped up when they listen to me talk or play...but getting to actually listen the first time is the problem...)Niave
(The bands that come through the concert house tend to call me "naive," I really don't know what it means... -.-' It obviously isn't good though.)Kind
(I'm not that punkish... I care about other peoples feelings and secretly, I would do anything for Beezle.)Hyper Sensitive
(Yeah...I'm not so fond of this trait. Little things tend to make me upset. :c)Determined
(I'm going to do whatever it takes to make it to the top.)Egosentric
(Fine...So I will admit I have a big ego, but thats not going to stop me from making it to the top.)History/Background:Oh hey, I'm Shay. I suppose you want to know a little bit about my past. Well, it goes a little like this...
I grew up without a dad. All I know about the dog that would have been my father is that he left mom right before she had me. Other that I know nothing about him; mom always refused to talk about him. Don't feel bad though, if he was mean enough to leave my mom then I don't think he was really a nice dog and I really don't care to associate with dogs like that. As for mom though, she was a very kind and beautiful dog. I loved her very much and we had a really close connection with one another.
Music became my passion at a really young age. As soon as I was able to comprehend music, I was addicted. I would listen to music for hours on end, I still do. I feel like the music expresses life in a way that normal words could not even begin to explain. It really is a powerful thing. I also have this really big collection of paraphernalia from my favorite bands. You should see me room. Every inch of it screams music lover all over it. We also have this local concert hall that I would always try to sneak into to see all the bands play. One time I managed to get in and ended up running into this really famous artist. He gave me a guitar and even though I didn't know how to play and had no one to teach me, I taught myself. From there a gained a bright dream of having my own back.
Just after I turned 11 mom got really sick. No one really knew what was wrong with her so they didn't know how to make her better. She ended up passing away. It was really sad and scary. I loved my mom so much and suddenly she was gone. I really didn't have any other family to go live with so I was really afraid that I would end up in one of those awful orphanages you always hear about. But as it turns out, the owner of the concert hall turned out to be a really kind dog, and offered me a new home. I was still pretty heart-broken, but I was able to remain strong and follow my dream. After all, my mom wouldn't want to see me sad and upset; I really wanted to make her happy.
Living with the owner of the concert hall was pretty great anyway. No more sneaking around, I was welcome to go see whoever was playing free of charge. He also offered to let me work at the hall. I was really excited at first, but it turns out that it wasn't so great. Some of the band members that came through were really mean and would kick me around. They were really unappreciative of me. I also had to work along side the owner's son Beezle. Beezle was screw ball and drove me nuts. He was way to much to handle with his energetic and bright personality.
I never really associated much with Beezle. Sure I sat and ate dinner with him, sometimes we would watch tv together, but I still did my best to avoid conversation with him. The one day I heard drums playing in the basement. It sounded awesome, so I went to go see where the noise was coming from. Low and behold, it was Beezle. I have to admit I got really selfish in that moment. I though that if I could get him to join a band with me I could use him until I got more popular and then I could leave him. Of course oxhuberant Beezle accepted my offer in a heartbeat. However the longer I was around Beezle and the more I got to know him, I could help but love him... Even though he still gets on my nerves sometimes, us two of us have gotten really close so far and we have great dreams together of being a famous band who everyone knows.
