by The Most Sincere » Sun Dec 16, 2012 8:05 am
Info wrote:Name: Sargeant
Behind the Name: Sarge, although he never met his father, was named after him.
Age: 3.5 years old. Born october 18th.
Gender: Male
Back Story: A brown Muu sprinted back toward the village, eyes wild and frantically searching for life. A crazed look had taken over its face, and as he ran up the ravine, eyes were diverted toward the speedy male.
"Attack!" he repeated, over and over again. His cries rang fiercely in the ears of a grey little puppy toward the Water Well, who rushed ack to his mother.
"Mama! There's an attack... I can be in the war!"
"No, no, Sarge. We lost your Dad to a war... I can't lose you," she whispered softly.
"B-but Jackson! I have to make him proud." A look of solitude crossed his face, and he marched out toward the mob of angry wolves, hackled raised. He growled, and as he did so was lunged at by a large Droid male.
"Get outta here kid," he snarled, pinning Sarge on his back.
"N-no!" He screamed.
"Fine." The male growled and opened his mouth, biting down on the muzzle in front of him. It pierced the skin directly in front of Sarge's nose, and the puppy yelped in surprise and pain.
"Ow!" Sarge pulled away, but not before he could rip the skin out of him, scarring the dog for life.
Afterwards, the large dog got off of him and trotted away; seeking to attack the village. Distraught, Sarge targeted the youngest ones. They were vulnerable- just like he was. So he killed many of them, injuring even more. He was left with a scar going down his left eye. It almost blinded him, but amazingly missed his cornea and left him grateful for it.
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After the war, the village of broken homes and dead bodies lay in ruins. Sarge's little brother, Jackson, and his mother were fine though. Only Sarge didn't care. He became a hermit; not talking to anyone but Jackson. And when his brother did speak to him, it was only incoherent muttering about death. And in his insanity-filled time of weakness, he drew India-Ink on his fur as war scars.
His mother passed away due to natural causes, but Jackson became strong. He worries about his brother now, because he is unbelievably fearless (and sometimes stupid), but knows that he can handle himself.
Sarge now wears his father's old bracelet that his mother hade him to go into the war.
Personality: Sarge, in case you counldn't already tell, is a little rambunctious, but can easily settle down if he needs to. And as emotionless as he may seem, it isn't true. He's just afraid to cry, because he wants his brother to be proud of him.
WIPPPPP
Crush: Open. Any takers?
Mate: ..You'd need a crush first, no?
Pups: Crush, Mate. Then we'll talk pups.
Other: Nah.
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The Most Sincere on Sun Dec 16, 2012 12:06 pm, edited 2 times in total.
Deep in the woods,
In a world of our making.
Lost in each other,
No sense of forsaking.
A simple feel like any other,
Without any room to pretend as another.
But losing our footing on a wire of briers,
Binding and prying in loosening desires,
That not even the strength of
the strongest of motions,
Could calm this tide
Of rising commotions.
Drowning in sinners and falsified thoughts,
With feelings of malice, detachment and loss.
Swimming in circles around the drain,
Sucking the life from every vein.
Draining the soul and leaving it lost...
How much falling till you're finally caught?
And get back to the place your eyes have sought?
7 / 02 / 13
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by The Most Sincere » Sun Dec 16, 2012 8:17 am
Deep in the woods,
In a world of our making.
Lost in each other,
No sense of forsaking.
A simple feel like any other,
Without any room to pretend as another.
But losing our footing on a wire of briers,
Binding and prying in loosening desires,
That not even the strength of
the strongest of motions,
Could calm this tide
Of rising commotions.
Drowning in sinners and falsified thoughts,
With feelings of malice, detachment and loss.
Swimming in circles around the drain,
Sucking the life from every vein.
Draining the soul and leaving it lost...
How much falling till you're finally caught?
And get back to the place your eyes have sought?
7 / 02 / 13
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by The Most Sincere » Sun Dec 16, 2012 8:26 am
-Lick Lick-
Thank you! I'm working on his personality, and all of that good stuff<3
Deep in the woods,
In a world of our making.
Lost in each other,
No sense of forsaking.
A simple feel like any other,
Without any room to pretend as another.
But losing our footing on a wire of briers,
Binding and prying in loosening desires,
That not even the strength of
the strongest of motions,
Could calm this tide
Of rising commotions.
Drowning in sinners and falsified thoughts,
With feelings of malice, detachment and loss.
Swimming in circles around the drain,
Sucking the life from every vein.
Draining the soul and leaving it lost...
How much falling till you're finally caught?
And get back to the place your eyes have sought?
7 / 02 / 13
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by The Most Sincere » Sun Dec 16, 2012 12:08 pm
Made his items, and his war paint. Also added his history and such<3
Deep in the woods,
In a world of our making.
Lost in each other,
No sense of forsaking.
A simple feel like any other,
Without any room to pretend as another.
But losing our footing on a wire of briers,
Binding and prying in loosening desires,
That not even the strength of
the strongest of motions,
Could calm this tide
Of rising commotions.
Drowning in sinners and falsified thoughts,
With feelings of malice, detachment and loss.
Swimming in circles around the drain,
Sucking the life from every vein.
Draining the soul and leaving it lost...
How much falling till you're finally caught?
And get back to the place your eyes have sought?
7 / 02 / 13
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by username by me » Sun Dec 16, 2012 12:37 pm
is this for adoption yet?
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...............Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
...............Our deepest fear is that we are powerful
...............beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness
...............that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I
...............to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
...............Actually, who are we not to be?
...............~Marianne Williamson
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by The Most Sincere » Wed Dec 19, 2012 12:57 pm
Yes, thank you Jeanne. This is my own custom.
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Deep in the woods,
In a world of our making.
Lost in each other,
No sense of forsaking.
A simple feel like any other,
Without any room to pretend as another.
But losing our footing on a wire of briers,
Binding and prying in loosening desires,
That not even the strength of
the strongest of motions,
Could calm this tide
Of rising commotions.
Drowning in sinners and falsified thoughts,
With feelings of malice, detachment and loss.
Swimming in circles around the drain,
Sucking the life from every vein.
Draining the soul and leaving it lost...
How much falling till you're finally caught?
And get back to the place your eyes have sought?
7 / 02 / 13
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