My Sima

[dogish]

Hello Internet!
This is my post for all of my Simas!
I am looking for art of them, so feel free to PM me about prices.

[dogish]

This beauty was my very first Sima!
Her name is Strike.
'Why did I name her this?' You may ask or wonder.::.

Well, I named her Strike because of her scars. You know how if you 'strike' at somebody, say in a video game, then you go to hit them? Well, her name corresponds to her scars, as if somebody hit her, with say a sword.

'How did she get all of those scars?' you may ask or wonder. Well, here is her story:

Strike is a loner. She never had anybody, and she doubted she ever will. She doubts her whole life, as she is always rejected.
Strike was running on the side walk one day, when an 8-Wheeler hit a patch of dirt, causing it to swerve.
Strike noticed the truck, but stood there,her life flashing before her eyes. Before she knew it...
Her world went black.
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Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the light, with a slight blur in her vision,she felt she was on something cold and hard.
She tried to move, but her body ached to much to do anything.
She then heard mumbling and tried to look up. She only saw a blue and white blur rush towards her.
She lay there, shocked. She didn't know where she was, what had happened.
She could see the thing had a while mask on, up to it's nose. She looked up further, and saw it was a man.
The man was talking to another man, dressed in the same clothing, but he had a light green over shirt with a white under shirt.
Strike couldn't quite make out what they were saying. She then saw the blue-dressed man pick her up and bring her to another room.
Then, total silence filled the room, except for the slam of the door closing. She was placed on a soft, light blue blanket. She just lay there, while the blue man wrapped her up. She closed her eyes, waiting for what ever was coming next.
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She then opened her eyes again, seeing she was in a metal cage. She heard dogs barking. She was in the pound.
She saw her reflection in the side of the cage and looked at herself. Scars. All she saw were scars. She then remembered a faint image of what happened before. The truck. She remembered the truck! She then realized she was lucky, as of she was even alive.
She could walk now, and looked through the bars of the cage. She saw many other dogs barking and whimpering.
All ahe could do was hope she would get out of there.
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She was eating her daily morning meal at the shelter. A lady and her kid walked into the shelter and the kid saw Strike.
'Mommy, mommy! look at that poor animal!' The lady at the front desk over heard the girl and said 'Yes. She was hit by a truck months ago. She is lucky to be alive today.'
'Can we get her?' the mother asked. "Sure'. The front desk lady lead them to her cage.
The lady grabbed the key and unlocked it.
"Her name is Strike' The lady said. She put Strike on the ground, and let her sniff the family's hands. Strike barked happily and licked the girl's cheek.
That was the start of a beautiful relationship that would last forever.
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- Strike still has her scars
- Strike hates car rides because of her past. She refuses to go into the car,so they have to walk her everywhere.
- Strike is very protective of her family, especially when they take walks. She never wants another to deal with what she want through.
- Strike developed trusting issues.
Because of this tragedy that happened to her, she has a harder time trusting people to quickly and walks on the grass, away from the street, or I end up having to carry her -.-

Art of Strike:

http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/286/4/d/untitled_drawing_by_yzarc_noaiop-d6qcoig.png

- Made by me.






Family Line:
Mum- unknown/deceased
Dad- unknown/deceased
Half-Sister(s)- unknown/deceased
Half-Brother(s)- unknown/deceased
Offspring- Google and Sabin

Friends:
none as of now, feel free to pm me.

[dogish]

the babes are here!
Strike is the mother of two beautiful Sima daughters.


this first babe is Sabin, isn't she charming?


blah blah about Sabin here
name ;; Sabin
gender ;; female
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this is the second babe, Google, such a sweetheart.


blah blah about Google here
name ;; Google
gender ;; female
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note to self ;; hex codes

Sabin ;;
'points'/darkest brown- 24180f
tanish- a58468
lightest brown- 786555
horns- d4b598
eye + jewel- 1a218c

Google ;;
darkest brown- 24180f
brown/face + sidestripe- 8c531a
lightest brown- 402e1f
eye + jewel- 1a218c

[dogish]

The newest member of the crew, Discrombolate!

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