Post by Erida on Jan 16, 2011 21:48:18 GMT -5
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OOC Name/Nickname: Erida
Calling:Latte
Age:2 years
Gender:female
Species/Breed:American Pitbull Terrier
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Pelt/Hair color and length:Short, sleek and colored pure white with patches of ebony
Eye color:Vivid Mahogany
Build (height, weight, overall structure):Approximately 19" at the shoulder, weighing in at about 28lbs...extremely athletic build
Detailed Description (or picture):Though weighing only 28lbs and standing 19" at the shoulder, Latte gives the overall impression of strength. She is thick boned, and could never be considered slight nor frail. She's a solid dog that seems to have springs for paws with her controlled (well sometimes) bouncy way of moving. Through the well defined muscles, there is a surprising grace about her way of moving.
Her head is wedge shaped, and holds a refinement despite the well developed jaw muscles. Her almond shaped eyes are of a rich mahogany always with a playful glint no matter the mood. Her emotion is nearly impossible to read through her eyes as when faced with a battle she'd hold the same expression as she would playing with a pup. Any challenge is a fun endeavor for this little girl. Her tail tapers down to a fine point as it reaches her hocks. It's whip-like in fashion often causing a serious case of wiggle butt as it sends tremors through her body in times of excitement.
Her coat is sleek and shiny. The base color is a pure white with multiple blotches and spots of the deepest black splattering her pelt. Around her right eye is a large splotch of black, with other large areas including her back, left hip, and the top half of her tail. Her ears are also spotted with ebony hues. One feature that can easily turn her from a phenomenal creature in appearance are the extraordinary large ears that stand upright upon her skull. They add character, and allow her true, goofy personality shine through.
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History:Latte was born in the confines of a pound, as so many of her kind. Her mother was confiscated, pregnant, due to new laws being enforced in the town in which her family lived. No dogs of her kind were allowed and were to be killed. Perhaps it was luck, or maybe a curse that this particular pregnant dog and several others were spared from the gas chamber.
Only weeks after the birth of Latte and her siblings the group of dogs that were being held for much longer than was usual were picked up by a large van lined with crates. From there they were transported to a ship where they endured a raging sea, little to no food or water, and barely enough room to turn around in their confines. Time was no longer counted by the time they had landed upon a small tropical island. It looked like paradise. Little did the dogs know, that this paradise was the perfect example of not judging a book by it's cover.
Torment. It is the one word that can be described. Latte had been poked and proded every day of her life. Fed some days, others not. Filthy water sat in the corner of her kennel with a layer of dust filming the surface. She became separated from her family, never knowing if the cries of an agonizing death were her mother's or her siblings'.
Why didn't death ever offer to take her? Since birth it seemed that something was against her, something wanted this young dog to be tormented day in and day out. The explosion was massive...deafening....hot. Yet she lived. It seemed that luck was with her on this day as she saw the fresh air for the first time in over a year. The first time her pads had touched a natural terrain. She had eventually joined the Henka Pack loving her freedom. Little does she know that freedom will only last for so long.
Personality:Latte is a happy go lucky dog for the most part. A clown at heart constantly bursting with energy. Her fun loving attitude is hard to ignore, being nearly addictive to those around her. She's always up for a game of tag, hide and seek, but wrestling a worthy apponent is her favorite by far. It seems as though this little bulldog is making up for all of the puphood that was lost, yet she is fairly typical of her breed's nature.
Though she's overly friendly at times, and is always trying to make friends she is also protective and loyal to those near her. She's a stubborn and tenacious little fae and with fight for what she wants or believes in even if it means death. Little does anybody know, including herself, that there are skeletons in her closet that will effect not just one aspect of her personality, but the entirety of her life.
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Parents:Mother: Bean (her and pups named by the shelter staff...location unknown) Father: Unnamed (deceased)
Siblings: Brothers: Java (unknown), Cappuccino (unknown), Mocha (unknown) Sisters: Frenchy (unknown), Hazelnut (unknown)
Other Family:None
Friends:Everybody!
Half of the Island Character Resides:Eastern
Group:Henka
Rank:Den Sitter
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Where did you find us?D'oh it's Erida
If found in an ad please state who sent you:Me Myself and I
RPG Sample:See Erida