Post by ~Lumina~ on Mar 15, 2010 9:09:17 GMT -5
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name: Lumina
pronounciation: LOO-min-uh
alias: Lumi, Lum, Mina, Lu
age: 1 year
gender: Female
breed: German Shepherd
appearance: White fur is wraped along this dog`s matching white skin. Sore and raw, her paws have never felt the cool touch of grass. Her slightly large paws attatch distictly to her ankles, which are the start of her long, slender legs. Her body is well connected with her shoulders leading up to her neck, with her head well placed. Not too far down, not too far up. Tied securely around said neck is a tough rope that is tied tightly on a metal ring nailed and cemented to the wall. Or, it was. Though it was difficult, the chain inside the rope- to ensure she didn`t escape- was broken by her once-was master. The rope around it has fallen away and unwound, exposing all the chain underneath. Her face is gentle and in the near center is her softly tapering muzzle. At the end of it is placed her strong nose, from which a small line of black comes from the top of her nose and slowly grows thinner as it procedes up her maw. Sharp fangs rest inside her mouth, along with a semi-large pink toungue that often lolls outside her mouth. Above her muzzle are her eyes, dark brown in pallor. Just atop those eyes are small, thick, brow-like spots of fur. They glare upon every man, while her pointed ears are pinned back. From those pointed, white ears is the back of Lumina`s neck. Going down from there is her spine, and then her haunches. Finally, at the end of her body, attaches her white tail. Somewhat long, and moderatly fluffier than most.
personality:Lumina is bold, somewhat cheerful, and eager to learn. She`s calmly confident toward odds that seem unlikely, and very hostile toward humans, especially males. She is timid toward others that are visibly stronger than her, yet she won`t back down from a challenge. She refuses to be toutched by humans. Though only because she`s been abused. Her temper is short, and she doesn`t like to waste time. She`s always one to argue, and hates being wrong. Offten in trouble and refusing to give up, Lumina is hard-headed and tough to get along with. Though she usually keeps her thoughts to herself, and is commonly found having conversations with herself. With such an odd dog, not many speak to her and few even notice her. She feels as though she`s untouchable.*1 Words are her most prefered weapon, over fangs and claws. Though if driven to it, she will attack without care. Yet she isn`t completely herdened. She won`t fight an unprepared opponent. Nor will she kill without reason. But that only applies to her kin, the dogs. Humans are a whole different story.
At night, when she gets lonely, she howls. It makes her feel free, though she`s not a wolf.
history:Born to a life of cruelty, she endured most of it alone. Alone, she grew up around others like herself, and when she grew to the right age, was sold to a dog fighter. He mistreated her as well, preparing her for the fights by beating her, jabbing her, starving her, and using other forms of cruelty. But, to his dismay, Lumina refused to fight and only ran from the opponent that he faced her with. She was then sold again to her most recent owner, a cold, cruel man that mistreated her as well, usuing the same methods and then some. He terrorized her with rocks, sticks, and sometimes forks and knives. He then would kick her and smack her when she growled or snapped at him. Lumina could only take so much, so she then bit harder or lunged at him without warning. He`d driven her to those extents of wanting to kill him, and she had been on the verge of insanity. She bit at the rope every day, hoping that one day she`d break it and be free from his vicious hold. She would stare out at the world beyond her, wondering what it`s like past the walls of her alley-way prison. Then, her gloy day came. She`d just growled, and he was holding a butcher knife. Throwing it at her, she moved just right to where it struck the rope/chain and broke it off. Though it broke right below her shoulder, and now dangles there.
*1-That`s what her voice sounds like and it`s her theme.
name: Lumina
pronounciation: LOO-min-uh
alias: Lumi, Lum, Mina, Lu
age: 1 year
gender: Female
breed: German Shepherd
appearance: White fur is wraped along this dog`s matching white skin. Sore and raw, her paws have never felt the cool touch of grass. Her slightly large paws attatch distictly to her ankles, which are the start of her long, slender legs. Her body is well connected with her shoulders leading up to her neck, with her head well placed. Not too far down, not too far up. Tied securely around said neck is a tough rope that is tied tightly on a metal ring nailed and cemented to the wall. Or, it was. Though it was difficult, the chain inside the rope- to ensure she didn`t escape- was broken by her once-was master. The rope around it has fallen away and unwound, exposing all the chain underneath. Her face is gentle and in the near center is her softly tapering muzzle. At the end of it is placed her strong nose, from which a small line of black comes from the top of her nose and slowly grows thinner as it procedes up her maw. Sharp fangs rest inside her mouth, along with a semi-large pink toungue that often lolls outside her mouth. Above her muzzle are her eyes, dark brown in pallor. Just atop those eyes are small, thick, brow-like spots of fur. They glare upon every man, while her pointed ears are pinned back. From those pointed, white ears is the back of Lumina`s neck. Going down from there is her spine, and then her haunches. Finally, at the end of her body, attaches her white tail. Somewhat long, and moderatly fluffier than most.
personality:Lumina is bold, somewhat cheerful, and eager to learn. She`s calmly confident toward odds that seem unlikely, and very hostile toward humans, especially males. She is timid toward others that are visibly stronger than her, yet she won`t back down from a challenge. She refuses to be toutched by humans. Though only because she`s been abused. Her temper is short, and she doesn`t like to waste time. She`s always one to argue, and hates being wrong. Offten in trouble and refusing to give up, Lumina is hard-headed and tough to get along with. Though she usually keeps her thoughts to herself, and is commonly found having conversations with herself. With such an odd dog, not many speak to her and few even notice her. She feels as though she`s untouchable.*1 Words are her most prefered weapon, over fangs and claws. Though if driven to it, she will attack without care. Yet she isn`t completely herdened. She won`t fight an unprepared opponent. Nor will she kill without reason. But that only applies to her kin, the dogs. Humans are a whole different story.
At night, when she gets lonely, she howls. It makes her feel free, though she`s not a wolf.
history:Born to a life of cruelty, she endured most of it alone. Alone, she grew up around others like herself, and when she grew to the right age, was sold to a dog fighter. He mistreated her as well, preparing her for the fights by beating her, jabbing her, starving her, and using other forms of cruelty. But, to his dismay, Lumina refused to fight and only ran from the opponent that he faced her with. She was then sold again to her most recent owner, a cold, cruel man that mistreated her as well, usuing the same methods and then some. He terrorized her with rocks, sticks, and sometimes forks and knives. He then would kick her and smack her when she growled or snapped at him. Lumina could only take so much, so she then bit harder or lunged at him without warning. He`d driven her to those extents of wanting to kill him, and she had been on the verge of insanity. She bit at the rope every day, hoping that one day she`d break it and be free from his vicious hold. She would stare out at the world beyond her, wondering what it`s like past the walls of her alley-way prison. Then, her gloy day came. She`d just growled, and he was holding a butcher knife. Throwing it at her, she moved just right to where it struck the rope/chain and broke it off. Though it broke right below her shoulder, and now dangles there.
*1-That`s what her voice sounds like and it`s her theme.