Post by miami on Jul 7, 2010 10:08:55 GMT -5
name: Sorrow
pronounciation: so- r- row
alias:
age: four years
gender: male
breed: pitbull
appearance: My pelt color is of a dark grey steel, along with a big white patch on my chest, and two white paws in he front. short and muscular, i was bred and trained to fight. i have many a battle scars, from years and years of fights that some i have been lucky to come out alive. my eyes used to be of a warm grayish blue, but now are a dull lifeless gray. most dogs ask me about my scars, and i just say go to hell; but you seem nice and caught me on a good note, so i guess i could muse up some energy and enlighten you. i have a total of nine scars. most in my neck, as when dogs fight to kill they go for the jugular. hey, you wanted to know, so dont look so suprised.. the others are from other things that i dont really care about. one on my tail from a stupid puppy, but he didnt bite long. your face amuses me, all in shock. the last two are on my stomach, and i dont feel like talking about those. your annoying me, it would be best if you left.. tallyho.
personality: you sure do ask a lot of questions. personality, hmmm. well, im charming. full of zest and life. i love cute cuddly pups and long walks on the beach. oh! and those cute litle jackets they put on furballs? so cute. HA! you only wish. want to know the truth? im a killer. no, better yet, im a crazy killer. sometimes i wonder how much of my brain is sane. im rude, and tell people what i think. i dont like it when people tell me no, it just pisses me off. i dont like females who blab away about nothing. i really dont think i should be alive, as i dont really see a point for me to live. i show no emotions, as emotions show weakness. i hate people like you who ask too many questions. i think im past saving, so dont go all counsoler on me, or ill bite your head off... dont think i wont, im a dog of my word.
history: your back again? i thought i told you to leave. so you want to know my history eh? alright whatever. i was born into a life of misery and pain. but, of course i didnt know it then. thinking back, i was quite aggresive even as a pup. i was my mum's pride. Ah, mother. she told me i was special right from the get-go. being bigger and stronger then all my litter mates. i never wanted anything to do with them, and they quickly left me alone. and in turn, didnt want anything to do with me. i never knew my father but mum talked about him often. he was a really great canine. i admired him, all muscle and brain. he was my hero, until the day i killed him.
