Post by Crank on Feb 21, 2012 18:17:51 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #626262][scrolly:w(230),c(626262),as(padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; font-family: arial; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:10px; letter-spacing: 0px; color: FFFFFF][/scrolly] g e n e r a l Birth Name: Crank Nickname: Freak (Crank) Current Age: 2 and a half Gender: Female Date of Birth: February 16, 10 a p p e a r a n c e Breed: Canaan Eye Color: Dark blue, almost black Coat Color: White Visual Reference: Click f a m i l y Mate: N/A Pups:N/A l i k e s - Tricking canines - Nighttime - Mocking - Blood - Hurting others s t r e n g t h s - Metal Wall - Tolerance to pain - Not able to care - Beauty - Speed of Strike | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #626262][scrolly:w(230),c(626262),as(padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0px; color: FFFFFF)][/scrolly]m e m b e r Preferred Alias: Velo Gender: Female Years of Roleplaying: Eight Referral: N/A Other Characters: Lamb p e d i g r e e Sire: Unknown Breed: Canaan ( Most likely) Dam: Dove Breed: Canaan d i s l i k e s - Females - Pups/Children - Father - Unintelligent Beings - Being disturbed w e a k n e s s e s - Emotionless nature - Being a temptress - Getting into trouble - Smaller figure - Noticeable Difference a s s o c i a t i o n Feral |
p e r s o n a l i t y
Oh were do I start on Crank's personality. Insane. Insanity has reeked within her mind since the day she was born. It was noticeable early and so her being an outcast was never something new for her. Crank normally stays by herself and doesn't play nicely with others. Sarcasm is a very heavy thing for her and she'll use it every chance she gets. Along with that Crank is very icy toward most, if not all canines and humans alike. They've never done a damned thing for her, so why should she let them into her mind?
Another thing is that Crank is painfully smart. She's devious, cunning, and she'll use everything to better herself in life weather that be in food or a place to stay. Of course, she doesn't always think her actions through and sometimes that gets her in more trouble than Crank needed. However, she always has an answer to any solution and will work her way out of it. Rarely does any emotion come to her face or body, so its almost impossible to know when something is bothering her and when something isn't though if she's annoyed, she'll surely tell whoever is bothering her.
Temptress. Crank loves to lead the fellows on and sometimes, she'll let them have a little of her own self. It isn't like she's saving it for anyone. However, males seemed to get stuck on her sometimes and that's when Crank will flee away from them. She doesn't need a mate, a keeper, or even a friend. Her independence assures her that she'll never need another in her life. But a deep, hidden fear keeps her always wary of males after she's finished with them. Crank has vowed to fight till she's stopped breathing, but that doesn't mean a male won't try to contain her and she would die before she ever let that happen.
p h y s i q u e
Crank is a purebred Canaan, or she would like to believe so. She is pure white and prides herself on keeping clean, though dirt isn't something that scares her. She is of medium stature and stands around nineteen inches, falling on the shorter side of the breed. Along with that, Crank is super skinny, like she's missed a few meals and fails to pick them up. She likes it this way as there's always a hungry feeling in her stomach that reminds her she's alive. Her cat like feet are always on the move and balance well with her narrow, straight limbs.
Her body is squarely proportioned with a muzzle that is slightly longer than her skull. Her nose is a deep black color that almost matches her orbs. Her tear dropped shaped audits are almost always alert and listening to the world around her in case of danger. Crank has a rather fluffy tail that is always carried high, but never swirled around her back like some of her breed have. She hates it this way and refuses to ever let it fall that way. With her two coated pelt, one side is rougher while the under side is softer. The soft one is the one that lays closer to her skin.
b i o g r a p h y
Crank was born in a place where cars and buildings weren't common. Tractors and farm animals were. However, her family of two wasn't exactly allowed on the farm. Crank was born feral in the woods. Her mother would hunt the farmer's chicken and whatever else small animal she could find. Her father, who she refuses to ever speak about, didn't come around till she was about six months old. Dove had told her horrid things about the male and that Crank never wanted to be a thing like him. But Dove didn't last long. Once that male found out just what Crank had been told, he killed her. Slaughtered her and ripped her to shreds right before the six month old.
Little did she know that this male would be the end of her innocence. He somewhat trained her till she was a year old. Teaching her to fight and how to protect herself from those big bad animals. However, it was her father that Crank should have been watching out for. Two days after she turned a year old, he raped her. Not only that, but he beat the hell out of her too. He made sure she understood just who was boss and who wasn't. Crank remembered those broken bones and the bruises that laid under her skin. She had spent the entire day limping around, managing to eat what she could, and then falling asleep. She had been violated by the one she loved. Dove had been right all along and Crank had been stupid enough to believe it.
For weeks, it continued. He would beat her and then leave her to fix herself up again. Crank was becoming almost dependent on the male as he would bring her some kind of food on the days she was too injured to get up. One night, while her father had been off in search of a different female, Crank began to howl. It was a mournful cry that was shrill and icy cold. Wolves of all kind began to sing around her and for once, she didn't feel too alone. Within minutes, her father returned. It was then he gave her the worst beating of all. He had used his own teeth tattoo markers and marked her everywhere. Cutting deep and bring out flesh while she laid there, motionless.
But those wolves cries had changed her. Crank had been given some power that helped her make it through the night and care for herself after. Sure, her father came around, but never too often. It was like he knew the tides had changed and Crank wasn't messing around anymore. One night she crept onto the farmer's place and grabbed a half filled gallon of gas. She was well aware of what it could do when a heated flame was placed next to it. Her father had slept in the den that night and it was what Crank had been waiting for. Opening the can with her jowls, she poured the fluid all around before running back to grab a stick in the smouldering fire. She placed the stick on that gasoline and watched it shoot up in flames. Crank may have been unlucky if it wasn't summer time, but the world was dry and everything seemed to shoot up. It didn't take long for her father to awake and run out, but he was surrounded. Crank went to sleep, that night, replying the sound of his awful cry's. Little did she know that it would be a voice that would haunt her forever.