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Will post later at night, or wil post tomorrow after school! ^^

[L.I.N.G.E.R]

Hurts Like Heaven

Rebellion is a fairly big dog. His parents were both purebred Akbash dogs ,which means he is a purebred Akbash as well. He’s got white fur and Brown eyes. Also his real name is Purdy, but if you ever call him that he’ll eat you alive, if you find out about it anyway.

Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park,
'Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark?'
It's so cold, it's so cold,
It's so cold, it's so cold.





I Would Hardly Call Anything 'The Ordinary',But I Suppose This Will Do

As If It Wasn't Obvious
He’s a male, obviously.

Good Thing He's Not A Lady
He is four years old, not that it really matters.

The Blood Runs Thick
His mother was known as Dina, she died giving birth to him and his siblings, he knew his father as Paru, he was put down because he had a disease of some sort when Rebellion was two.

My Siblings,Hurt Them You Die.Simple As That
They aren’t worth mentioning, they didn’t survive.

You'll Soon Find Out My Skills
He is the Hurts Like Heaven dog, duh.

Could You Be The One?
Haha! Oh, that was a serious question? Well, he has no crush.

You Have The Key
He has no love, he has no time for that.

Pass On My Blood
He has never had pups and has no interest in having any now.

Written up in marker on a factory sign,
'I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine'.
It's so cold, it's so cold,
It's so cold, it's so cold.



There's So Much More If You Dig A Little Deeper

I Must Admit My Flaws
Of course Rebellion has his flaws, not that he cares to admit them. If it were up to him he would just think he was perfect all the time, well he sort of does. He thinks and acts like he is perfect, always has been and always will be, obviously that is one of his flaws. In fact it may actually be one of his biggest flaws considering that he is a trouble maker, and a ruler breaker, but we’ll get more into that later. He thinks his way of life is the only way of life, he’s not willing to try anybody else’s way of life, he thinks they are all lame. He’s not afraid to speak his mind, this sometimes gets him into trouble, which he likes, but it’s still a fault. He gets himself into more trouble than he can get himself out of. Not that he really cares. Where there’s a will there’s a way right? He’s very over confident, very prideful as well. It’s obvious just by looking at him. He’s not good at hiding his negative emotions, but very good at hiding his positive ones. This makes him seem rather cruel, and unreliable, which is what he wants you to think. Yes he thinks very highly of himself, but hidden deep down there are doubts Sh…Don’t tell him I told you that. Anyway that’s all I can think of right now, you can discover other faults on your own.

With Flaws Come Good Points
Well he clearly has no problem boasting about his strengths. It could be his good looks that tend to get him whatever he wants, well they used to anyway. It could be the hard muscles he has under his lovely white coat. Maybe it’s his warm dark brown eyes? His sweet disposition? Well it can’t be that last option, he certainly isn’t sweet. Maybe deep down he is, but on the surface not so much, of course you can always learn about that later. Well he is quite strong, this could just be due to his large size. He can intimidate foes most of the time just by giving them a scary look, so the scowl he always wears on his face. He does actually have a great sense of humor, so though he gets mad easily, he can easily laugh it off. When you really get to know him you may see just how much of a sweetheart he can be, but no promises. He’s quite stealthy, and very clever, this makes him a great hunter and fighter. No he’s not the best, he’ll never be the best, but he tends to use his brute size and strength to win fights, if he gets into any. Most try to avoid him due to his bad reputation. Who wants to be friends with a trouble maker? Good thing he is independent, maybe that isn’t a good thing, but it allows him to survive in this world, that, my friends, is a good thing.

So I Have You Interested Hm?
Oh what a fun thing to be discussed by him! He’ll tell you all sorts of good things about himself. He’ll say he’s handsome, he’s smart, he’s funny. Obviously he’s quite vain, but don’t let that fool you, all the things he says he is he really is, but he’s a lot more than that. There’s much more you won’t see. You’ll see how selfish he is, how much he loves trouble, how much he hates rules. You will get to see him being vain, temper-mental, stubborn, even violent. Yet there are hidden secrets, hidden emotions behind his façade. Perhaps a sweet side is somewhere in there, but you’ll have to see for yourself. That could take quite a bit of digging. There could also be some sort of caring in there, towards others rather than just himself. His heart is stone, to protect himself. That is really why he keeps up this ‘tough guy who doesn’t have to follow the rules’ act. He just doesn’t want to be hurt by anybody, he also doesn’t want to be the one doing the hurting. He’s hard to impress for these reasons, it’s not easy to gain his trust, and he would actually prefer that you didn’t grow to trust him either. All I can say is that he has his reasons, maybe you’ll find out later. Now you see just what a wonderful personality he has! What do you think? Eh, you’re probably not too impressed by him are you? I suppose you should know he doesn’t care. Approve of him or not, like him, love him, hate him, he’s himself and he will never change that. He’s confident in his skin, if you have a problem with him you can tell him, but he’ll just blow you off and continue doing what he’s doing. I’ll tell you this, it isn’t easy to gain his respect, but if you tell him what you think of him to his face it may get you a little bit. He probably won’t like you, he doesn’t really like anybody, but it will get you respect, and possibly loyalty as well. If you do like his personality then maybe, just maybe, you can become his friend, but I make you no promises. After all this has been said, there’s just one thing left to say…If you have the joy of meeting him…Good luck.

Oh You Really Want To Know More?
He was born, that’s all you’re getting! Haha, just kidding! Alright, let’s get started. Well he was born is the correct place to start at least. When was born his mother died giving birth to him, he was the last of his siblings to be born. He wasn’t the runt, but he wasn’t the biggest, yet he was the only one to survive. How the others died was a mystery to him, they just started to disappear one by one in the night, he really is just guessing they died and the humans came and took them away. They all had the same ‘motherly’ figure tending to them, she didn’t seem to notice them disappearing, as if it had happened before or something. Anyway, Rebellion spent very little time with his father so he didn’t really miss his father when he had to be put down due to whatever disease he had. Then the humans became enticed with Rebellion, they had named him Purdy, but he hated that name, so he named himself Rebellion. The reasons for this change should be obvious by now. Yet if you really can’t understand yet it’s because he is a rebel, a trouble-maker. Do I really have to repeat all of this for you? No? You got it? Good. Then I’ll carry on in his story. Now…Where was I? Ah yes…

The humans spent the next two years training Rebellion to be their little angel dog. They gave him treats, treated him with kindess, they played with him even. Yet something was off, with each passing day they had him stay in the outside world longer and longer. He had never met any other dogs once the humans started to truly care for him. The first time they introduced him to the outside world they stayed with him, letting him explore for a little bit. They left him wanting more. Each time they let him out for longer periods of time, they also seemed to stay farther and farther away from him every time. He never tried to run, he always went to them when they called him. He thought they were going to get rid of him with how much they were starting to pull away from him, but they didn’t. One day they didn’t come out with him at all, and they left him out until the sun went down. At first it had been fun, but after awhile there was nothing left to do, no more exploring to be done. He got bored, that was when he started to cause trouble. He was angry with the humans, he started ripping things up, digging around. He made a huge mess. The humans got mad, they called him in, and locked him in a cage for two days witout food or water. When they finally fed him and gave him water they let him out of the cage, they let him outside. They seemed to have forgiven him, the day was wonderful for him. The next day was not.

In the night they put him into a crate, he couldn’t see anything, but he knew he was moving. It seemed to take forever to get where they were going. He didn’t know where they were taking him, but he already knew it couldn’t be good. Had he done something so wrong? It wasn’t his fault was it? What did the humans expect him to do if they put him outside alone for so long? When they went out with him they gave him some commands that they usually taught him inside, he did them, but he hadn’t really gotten rewarded besides some kind words that he learned to recognize, the words ’ good boy’ that the humans often used. He didn’t know why they had done this, but they taught him a lot. When they let him out of the crate he was outside, in lands that he did not recognize. He was by a lake, but there was plenty more to see. The humans didn’t pet him, or give him anything, they just watched him for a bit, then they climbed back into the truck they had and drove of. Rebellion chased after the truck, but it was too fast for him to catch, he gave up after it got out of sight and then took in his surroundings. Why had they brought him out here? Had he made them so angry? Was this the wild? This angered him, he became closed in after that. He clearly couldn’t trust anybody, if he did one thing wrong everybody would turn their backs on him. He would be a rebel then, and only trust himself. This would keep others away from him, he would never be hurt again. Now his future is a mystery, so let’s see what happens.

See the arrow that they shot, trying to tear us apart,
Take the fire from my belly and the beat from my heart.
Still I won't let go,Still I won't let go
You Ooohooh 'Cause you do,
Oh you use your heart as a weapon,
And it hurts like heaven.

[eventer.]

{ Accepted!

[Sleepy Little Kitty]

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Hatred surrounds me, swallowed only by the Sea
And I could write a song a hundred miles long
Well that's where I belong and you belong with me.
And I could write it down or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found or swallowed in the sea.
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..:: USERNAME ::..
Sparrowflight<3

..:: NAME/NICKNAME ::..
Her name is Lola Elizabeth. She was given the name by her loving, doting father shortly after her mother was killed during a Hunt. For the most part only her father calls her Lola Elizabeth now. Most call her Lola or, as her father likes to tease, Lolita.

..:: GENDER ::..
Lola is, and always has been, female.

..:: AGE ::..
Roughly around two years of age, Lola is what one would call a 'young adult'.

..:: BREED ::..
A rare breed indeed, Lola is a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever. Quite a mouthful, isn't it? Known as a Toller for short, her breed is a medium-sized gun-dog bred primarily for hunting purposes. It is the smallest in the Retriever Family, often mistaken for a small Golden Retriever when in fact the Toller is a darker gold than most Goldens. Tollers are an intelligent, high-energy dog.

..:: SONG ::..
Swallowed in the Sea

..:: PERSONALITY ::..
Upon the first meeting, Lola Elizabeth can seem a bit cool and calculating. In fact, at times she can be downright hostile towards strangers. However, there is more to this testy pooch than meets the eye. While it is true she is quick to get defensive when presented with strangers, the bonds she forms with her friends are unbelievably strong and nearly unbreakable. She is an extremely loyal gal who would willingly take a bullet for any pooch who proved themselves worthy in her eyes. The thing that scares her the most is being contained. She has claustrophobia and is terrified of tight spaces. Confinement can take on other forms, however, which make her equally as mortified. She also has an intense fear of drowning and thunderstorms, after a close call when she was a pup. She can't be held by a set of rules or told exactly what to do and when to do it. This freaks her out, and trust me when i say you don't want to freak her out. When on edge, she tends to become even more hostile than usual. She can be stubborn, testy, feisty, and sarcastic as all get out when she freaks out. She's unforgiving if you hurt or betray her and it's unlikely that anyone who does ever gains an ounce of her trust back again. Beneath the cold exterior, you will find a surprisingly fun loving pup. Due to the high-energy breed she comes from, she has a distinct love for pups and can play chase and play fight with them for hours on end without tiring. She is very smart, using her cunning and wit to her advantage. In the romance department, she is pretty much useless. If you asked her to flirt, she'd probably look at you like you were insane and not because she is tomboyish, which she kinda is but not completely. In truth she doesn't understand the point of flirting. Growing up as Daddy's Little Girl she certainly never learned how to be... feminine.

..:: HISTORY ::..
Lola Elizabeth was born in the land of her Ancestors. In other words she was born in Nova Scotia, Canada. She was bred for the purpose of hunting ducks. Her mother wasn't much interested in Lola or her littermates, and was more than happy to get on with her life as soon as possible. Her mother left shortly thereafter with a group of hunters and never returned. Lola and her siblings were left with her father and his masters. They were trained with gentle encouragement, treated lovingly as members of the family. When it came time for her brothers and sisters to be rehomed, the humans chose to keep Lola, who was obviously her father's favorite. Under the gentle instruction of both master and father, she was quickly becoming a hunting prodigy. She was smart and skilled and always hit her mark. And then one day all of that changed. On a particularly stormy day, the master's youngest son took her and her father out to practice. It was dark, and he had been instructed never to shoot when you can't see properly but he did anyway. For awhile he actually did hit his mark but one stray bullet changed everything. Lola bullet barely clipped her eye and embedded itself in her muzzle but the damage was done. She lost all ability to see out of her injured eye and nearly drowned that night. When she'd healed, her master tested her but it was no use. Not only was Lola's aim off due to her bad eye, she had become gun shy and avoided water at all costs. The Master attempted to make her a pet but she was restless and would whine and pace endlessly through the house. She hated being pent up like that wand was going to go stir crazy. Eventually, unable to take it anymore, her owners sold her to the scientists for a pretty penny and that was that. Lola never saw her father again.

..:: Likes/Dislikes ::..
She likes hunting, running, open fields, nature, and sleeping by the fire. She doesn't like small spaces, being told what to do, gunshots, swimming, or thunderstorms.

..:: STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES ::..
She is fast and strong, intelligent and a skilled hunter. She knows how to use her cunning and wit to win any fight and has a great nose but she is half blind and this is a great disability.

..:: FEARS ::..
She is petrified of gunshots, thunderstorms, small spaces, and drowning

> > ＧＥＮＥＲＡＬ ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ
Small even for her breed, Lola Elizabeth has a petite and feminine figure built for speed and squeezing into small spaces. While dainty, her paws are incredibly strong for swimming. Her body is covered in a thick pelt of dark golden fur save for her muzzle, chest, and paws which are white. She has a white blaze on her forehead as well. She has a thick bushy tail and her fur is slightly wavy. She has wide, chocolate brown eyes flecked with gold that, in certain lighting, appear hazel.

..:: BUILD ::..
A slight, petite female with dainty paws

..:: CRUSH ::..
Denison

..:: MATE ::..
Win her heart

[eventer.]

{ Accepted! Lovely form!

[Sleepy Little Kitty]

Thank you x) For some reason all of my characters are half or completely blind these days... idk why that is but it works ^_^))

[kaladin]

Can I reserve a spot for The Scientist one please?

[eventer.]

{ @Annalese123- please check my rules again.
@Sparrowflight- Whatever works }

[quitting,,]

Look at the stars,
look how they shine for you,
and everything you do,
because they were all yellow
My name is HC, my name is to big for you to remember. It stands for Hot Chocolate.
There isn't a lot to know about me, but you should know my characteristics.
I'm known for putting my life at stake for others, especially ones who hold a place in my heart. I'm generally shy, though I'm kind hearted, and right now I'm on no one's bad side, which is lovely for me. I'm always the one who does the most work, and it gets extremely tiring sometimes. I'm able to make a friend and see the good side in almost any animal, but I will block out people I think are unnecessarily bad. I'm scared of Butterflys and cats, and when I was with my owners a long time ago, I had loved to drink Coffee.
Wait, enough getting off topic. This is supposed to be on who I am!
I'm generally scared of small dogs, which is highly amusing in my case. So you can see I have a long list of things you would never suspect in another dog. I hate dogs that hurt cats, and I'm not the biggest fan of Poodles. Ugh, don't even get me started on them. I have this weird connection with the weird, and I'm known for being able to manipulate any shape, form, or size of dog, which generally lets me get my way. I think this is enough of me, should we get on to what we truly came for?
If you ever need a friend, try finding me. I'll be of great help and I promise you want regret trying to be my friend. I'll never single a dog out.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
and everything you do,
and it was called, Yellow
My history is painful to think about. I had a brother, his name was Pooki, Poo for short. It was cute. My mother had only had me and Poo, so we never had any to play with me sides each other. We were easily recognizable, his coat being much darker than mine. I didn't have any of my markings as a pup, only my basic coat color. Light brown, and white. My mother's name was Muna. Yea, not really sure why. { If you can't say it, this is how you say it! Muh - Nu } She died when we were a week old. Our eyes were barely open yet.
Our owners moved away from us when we were 3 months old. We had no where to live, but on the streets. Poo soon died three days later, he never had the brain like me.

I soon found the only way to survive, was by learning to survive by restaurant left overs, acting innocent in front of 'humans' and hunting. When I was 9 months old, as you know I was able to have pups, but didn't want to. I found an abandoned baby Golden retriever on the road. My motherly instincts had taken over, and I took the puppy under my wing. I watched him grow day and night, night and day. I was so proud of him, he was like my own puppy.
And then tragedy struck.
Some dog had killed my darling baby at only 3 months old.
After that I didn't bother with anything anymore. I was to struck with grief to even care about anything.
So then I took my turn,
Oh what the things have done,
And it was all yellow.
I have no love life, partially because I'm scared of having pups.
I loved someone a long time ago, but he left me. For another dog.
I'm a small, Merlese Aussie with a brown speckled coat. I have a tail, and have icy blue eyes. My mother said they were the most amazing things to look at, and were the lightest and most amazing blue you could ever see.

I am mistaken for a different breed most of the time, but I promise you as I said above, I am 100% Merlese Aussie. My brother was the same, but he had yellow eyes. I'm scared of imagining my family is alive, and will stare off into the night each day trying to wait for my lost puppy, brother, and my mother to come back.
I work at the swamp, and it's like my nightmares have come true. I watch the animals who attack each other, and think to my puppy. It seizes me up and I quickly run away. I don't like how my past relates to my present.
I've got a lean, slim body with beautiful speckles. Even talk to me about it, and I'll be madly embarrassed.
Whelp, I guess there's not much more to say, rather than the fact about one thing, which is don't get on my bad side, you'll regret it. I also have a reminder for you.
Don't forget to look at your surroundings, you'll never know whats lurking in the shadows.

[G o l d C h a i n]

- May I reserve The Paradise? My forms will be up soon.