Post by .damacre. on Apr 21, 2007 17:21:31 GMT -5
Name: [glow=red,2,300]Damacre[/glow]
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Breed: Pitt Bull
Personality: Damacre's heart contains naught but controlled chaos; constant inner turmoil. Quiet, reserved, yet strong; Her appearance is firm and intimidating, but misleading for within she is alone and broken.
Likes: [glow=red,2,300]Nighttime, cemetaries, music, playgrounds...[/glow]
Dislikes:Crowds, people, chains, and collars.
Fears:Bondage
Strengths: Blessed with physical strength; massive jaws are powerful beyond compare.
Weaknesses: Cursed with self-doubt, -hate, and the untrue reputation of a mankiller.
History: Born like some of the unfortunates of her breed to owners looking for money in fights, Damacre was not raised by loving parents. Her mother was a starved creature with a champagne colored coat and dull golden eyes. Her brothers were abused as they were raised to become like their father, a prized fighter in the hideous backyard battles egged on by gamblers. The father of her litter was a large, white pitt with blue eyes. Not a beautiful specimin, however.
Damacre herself escaped when her owners were caught and taken away. She doesn't know where exactly her siblings or parents went, but she wanders the streets avoiding the creatures that caused her so much misery: humans.
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Age: 3
Gender: Female
Breed: Pitt Bull
Personality: Damacre's heart contains naught but controlled chaos; constant inner turmoil. Quiet, reserved, yet strong; Her appearance is firm and intimidating, but misleading for within she is alone and broken.
Likes: [glow=red,2,300]Nighttime, cemetaries, music, playgrounds...[/glow]
Dislikes:
Fears:
Strengths: Blessed with physical strength; massive jaws are powerful beyond compare.
Weaknesses: Cursed with self-doubt, -hate, and the untrue reputation of a mankiller.
History: Born like some of the unfortunates of her breed to owners looking for money in fights, Damacre was not raised by loving parents. Her mother was a starved creature with a champagne colored coat and dull golden eyes. Her brothers were abused as they were raised to become like their father, a prized fighter in the hideous backyard battles egged on by gamblers. The father of her litter was a large, white pitt with blue eyes. Not a beautiful specimin, however.
Damacre herself escaped when her owners were caught and taken away. She doesn't know where exactly her siblings or parents went, but she wanders the streets avoiding the creatures that caused her so much misery: humans.
Picture:
