Post by Pandora on Feb 20, 2012 12:37:55 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: Pandora Nickname: None Current Age: 8 years Gender: Female Date of Birth: January 8th a p p e a r a n c e Breed: Doberman Pinsher Eye Color: Amber Coat Color: Black and Tan Visual Reference: Click f a m i l y Mate: None Pups: None l i k e s - pups - running - summer days - the smell after it rains - blue skies s t r e n g t h s - tough (as in she can take a lot of crap) - long legs - endurance - good sense of smell - tracking | [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: Newlndnfire (newfie, new, whatever variation :p) Gender: Female Years of Roleplaying: I'm not sure how long exactly. Maybe 5 or 6 years? But I'm just getting back into it after about a year long break. Referral: Broken's affiliates Other Characters: None yet p e d i g r e e Sire: Unknown Breed: Doberman Dam: Unknown Breed: Doberman d i s l i k e s - fights - violence - bears - aggressiveness - deaths w e a k n e s s e s - skinny - depressed - gullible - spaces out - easily distracted a s s o c i a t i o n Domestic, stray, or feral? |
p e r s o n a l i t y
“I cannot believe what I’ve done. It’s been four years and I continue to loath myself.”
Pandora is the shell of a past life; she is just about losing her will to live. Her past follows her, no matter how fast she runs or how far she travels. She will never be able to escape what she did and it is breaking her down. She lives every day with her head hung low and her ears back. Pandora feels as though she is never happy, although she once was. She lives every day in guilt after what she’s done.
p h y s i q u e
“I am no longer young. Although I am only eight, I look well beyond my years. I do not know what exactly has happened to me.”
Pandora is a classic Doberman, black and tan. Her ears are left natural while her tail has been docked. Her legs are long and thin, perfect for running to escape her past. From all the running, Pandora is thin. You can see her ribs and spine through her dull and lack luster coat, but not eating will do that to you. The most striking thing about Pandora is her eyes. They are a deep amber and so, so sad. Her past haunts her and her eyes tell her story. Around these eyes is grey, the same grey covers her muzzle.
b i o g r a p h y
“My past haunts me every day; no one will know my true story.”
Pandora’s life was perfect; she was in love and she had her babies surrounding her until that one day…
“I killed them. I will never let myself forget.”
Zeus, the leader of Pandora’s previous pack, as well as the father of her children left her in charge. He was leading a hunt and she was to watch over the pack, as she had done many times before. Hours after they had left, a bear attacked the camp. Pandora ran with those long legs of hers, her docked tail flat against her body, for she could not tuck it between her legs. She ran and ran to find her love and the rest of the hunting team. They were dead. All of them…slaughtered.
She returned the camp, only to find the bear gone and once again, everyone dead; including her precious pups. She took off, running and running until she no longer knew where she was. Although she did not cause the slaughter of her whole pack, she feels that it is all her fault. She has created and allowed evil that cannot be undone and in essence, she opened Pandora’s box.