Post by President on Sept 7, 2011 5:12:51 GMT -5
President
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age: 12 years old
breed: Jack Russell Terrier
gender: Male
pack or loner?: Pack
if pack, which pack?: Lino
alias: Grace or King (On the other site I was referred to as King)
age: 15 years old
timezone: Northern Illinois, Central Time
read the rules: doggone
roleplay sample: what you USUALLY WRITE
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A savage look was displayed by the small-sized terrier as his eyes scanned the area around him impatiently. He was after a girl, one that had managed to escape him. It bothered him terribly that she had managed to just slip out of his grasp like that. A burst of confidence rushed through him as he remembered his origins. Terriers in general were bred to kill these cunning, cat-like canines and because so, were bred to have the same personality and skills as them. The Jack Russell has always had a foxy little side to them. Their muscles, if exercised, were well-sculpted and eye-catching. Their coats, came in many different types and variations and even their legs come in different types, short or long. Spurts of warm, humid air jetted out of his nostrils as he though over where a fox would run or hide. "Come out, come out wherever you are my little sugar-plum!" King panted impatiently before he released an off-his-rocker cackle. His limbs began to sore and ache from the strenuous activity of chasing after her. He loosened his muscles just a bit to regain all of the energy he had lost.
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President's personality has most definitely changed drastically throughout his life. The consequences of letting his anger and frustration control him have taught him many, many lessons and now those lessons are starting to work their ways into him. It bothers him deeply at how poorly he had treated the mother of his pups and how he had even raised his pups. His heart ached at the thought that he had trapped them inside broken minds and how they'd never change; even if he asked. When you first meet President you notice his stern expression and regretful gaze that looks as if it's drowning in thoughts. You strangely have pity for this elderly man since he just seems so gloomy... But of course there is a heroic side to him and it comes out to save the day almost rarely since he likes to keep to himself. Overall, he is very mysterious.
history:
President was born in an old gas station along with his sister and brother who died shortly after birth. His mother had warned them all to not go bad; to not let the world change them. Daring little President, then without a name, didn't like being told what to do and aimlessly wandered off at the age of 7 months. Soon after he was forced into a gang who's main focus was to wreak havoc about Chicago. Gang life was fun for him but it all ended too soon when the virus got to one of the gang members and spread slowly to all of the members except President. The group disbanded when President was 3 years old.
It took about a year until President had found a troublesome Jack Russell, similar to hisself at the time, and had 4 pups. Not long after the pups were born President's mate had wandered off and left him to raise their children; years later only to have her eyes gored out "lovingly" by one of her sons, King (causing her to become completely blind).
The pups were raised terribly. Once most of them were all grown up (some of them died in the process of growing up) they all spread out and went their separate ways to spread their nasty bloodline. President lived life as a loner, contemplating how he had handled things, for a long time. It wasn't until he turned 12 that he finally decided to change his ways and join the good side.
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this application was made by erin say what?! of CAUTION!. do not remove this credit.
