Pet's ID Tag: 19
Name You'd Choose for It: Prickila (prik ii la)
Gender: female
Reason You Want It: I adore her design and markings, and she represents a large side of me. I know I cannot use her as a fursona, and I wouldnt, but a beloved character is garunteed!
History/Background/Other:
Name: Prickila (prik II la)
Gender: Female
Species: Border Collie
Age: 1 1/2 years old
Abilities: Extremely powerful, though when her bandana is removed she is normal (though her markings stay the same)
Height: She is 5 1/2 feet when standing on hind legs, so she is quite a lot bigger then a normal border collie
Mother: Copperke
Father: ????
Siblings: Lacey (Female)
Bone (Male)
Falk (Male)
Mate: None
Pups: None
Personality: Prickila was generally fun, happy, and spunky, but now is usually dark and evil, always trying to get revenge on the family that had ruined her happy, fun life. Around her friends, she is quiet and shy, but tries to be kind, as to not hurt their feelings. Her bandanna is her favorite object, and if she ever lost it she would be devastated.
A lone border collie walked the city streets of detroit. Her life had been a horrible one, kicked out of her family by her mother, her tail ran over by a truck, and now starving. She looked up at the various humans roaming the sidewalks. She scooted along, afraid to be seen. She spotted a large trash can tipped over. She wagged what was left of her tail and ran over. She foun a half eaten chicken carcass lying on the ground surrounded by other junk. She grabbed it and tugged it into a dark corner. She started gnawing on the chicken, savoring each bite. She usually wouldn't like the taste, as it was covered with dust and some weird red type of sauce, but right now it tasted like a fresh steak. She quickly finished it, and gnawed on the bone for a little bit. After eating her fill, she moved on. She spotted another border collie, strong and muscular, a collar with spikes on it, walking towards her. She stopped, and quickly turned around and ran to the nearest safety.
This was her brother, one of her 3 other littermates that lived with her. She looked at her side, which held a brutal scar of that rainy day where she left this place forever. She hadn't realized she had gone this far across the city. She was ordered to be killed if any of her littermated found her. She shook her head, and snuck around into a alleyway, and bolted towards the more safe part of town. She stopped and looked at the sky. The moon was high in the sky, and she realized how late it was. She back tracked a little and found a large box filled with newspaper. She stepped into it and slowly fell asleep.
A long, powerful howl awoke the young dog, followed by a series of other howls, growls, and barks. She leaped up with a start, to find her surrounded by shadows. Something stepped out behind her, and she whipped around. A large, solid black dog stepped into the streetlight. "You were ordered not to come back here Prickila." the dog growled, and flicked his tail. Many other dogs stepped out, all of their collars studded with spikes. "No! I....I didn't mean-" Prickila replied, stuttering. She turned around to see her only sister. "Lacey...you have to help me! Don't let them hurt me!" she cried. Lacey looked at her paws. "I'm sorry...I can't." she whispered, and backed up. "You know what this means Prickila. Bone, Falk! Finish her." the large dog growled, and two dogs leaped out onto Prickila. One tugged on her purple bandana, in an attempt to choke her. The other leaped onto her back, clawing her belly, blood flying onto the dirt ground.
Suddenly, a large bolt of lightning struck. All of the dogs barked and yelped, immediately running away. Prickila lay in shock, her body convulsing. She had been struck by the sudden bolt of lightning. Things began changing, her black and white coat developed purple stripes...she had bone markings on her sides and legs...purple and black hair grew from her head, and peircings appeared in her ears. Her bandana started glowing, and then stopped, now with black stripes on it. Her eyes had black spikes by them, and her tail healed into a tiny bobtail. She stood up, shaking her fur. She felt powerful, more so than any dog in the world.
"I am Prickila....and I will get my revenge."
I Coco Llama understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
I love her, I really hope I get her

EDIT: Woops, forgot to say I PMed Spotty with my form for permission to adopt

Edit EDIT: I revamped my form a little, hope that's alright