Post by Error on Oct 8, 2010 21:37:22 GMT -5
Name; Vasile
Nicknames; Vas
Breed; Australian Shepherd x German Shepherd
Height; 25"
Weight; 80 lbs
Age; 3 years
Gender; Lady
Appearance; Vasile looks like an Australian shepherd, but is the size of a German shepherd. Starting with her head, she has ears that flop down about halfway and are triangular and rounded at the tips. Her muzzle is slender and pointed and her head is proportionate to her body. Her chest is deep but not broad. She is slightly longer than she is tall and she has long, powerful limbs. Her thighs and shoulders are fit, muscular, and well-defined.
Vasile's fur is short, though it is soft and brindled with black and various hues of brown, as well as white and grays here and there. Her eyes are a vibrant, golden-orange color, and they burn brightly in the dark. Her tail is long and feathered, and her hip bones jut out slightly beneath her skin. She holds a very elegant, poised gait that often attracts males. Her paws are rounded with sharp claws. Her head is rounded, and the stop between her forehead is soft. Her body is longer than it is tall, making her movements seem more feline-esque and more fluid and appealing. Her jaws provide much needed strength, bringing her sharp teeth together in a scissor bite; her shoulders and thighs are very strong and help to provide the accurate strength she needs to propel herself into the air when leaping or running.
Personality; Vasile is rude and impolite, to say the least. She does not have a conscience and therefore she does not suffer from guilt. She has taught herself to rely on no one and as a result she also trusts no one. She is unbelievably stubborn and will persist until she gets her way. Vasile is unforgiving and deceiving, and she is cruel and doesn't care about the way others feel and her mouth often goes unrestrained. She insists that everyone sees her way. She loves blood and if anyone could make a living by killing others, it would be her. She likes to flaunt what she has and doesn't stop herself from bragging. She's well aware that she is good at lying and when she feels it's necessary, she does.
Vasile will not stop herself from wrapping her jaws around your neck, especially if you set her off, which isn't very often due to her uncaring attitude. She only listens to others when it benefits her, and she'll usually use most dogs to get what she wants. Vasile can be very insane and often at times she will be oblivious when this is apparent. She doesn't care about what anyone else thinks about her, and she believes that she wasn't put on earth to please anyone but herself. She is very skilled at being cunning as well as agile and manipulative. She loves males and is often referred to as a whore and a knifing back stabber.
History; Vasile was brought up by a pair of well-off alphas. She grew used to the power she possessed, being the pup of alphas. Her siblings grew accustomed to it as well. She was a happy, playful pup and she would have never thought twice about killing another. She belonged to a litter of four, containing herself, her sister, and her two brothers.
When she was around five months old, Vasile and her siblings were taken. A brutal pack of four rampaged through Vasile's pack, slaying those they could and taking the pups of the alphas. In a fit of rage, Vasile did her best to fight back. But to no avail; she was carried away. She watched her siblings dangling from the jaws of three burly dogs as she herself did, her body swinging helplessly from the gruesome animal's jowls. Her siblings were stricken with fear and despair. After a day and a night of traveling non-stop in the mouths of thieves, they were brought into a large junkyard. Vasile and her sister and brothers huddled up, afraid of what would happen next. She listened to the ominous, hollow howls of the four, and soon enough the thundering noise of thousands of paws sounded out above.
It was at this time that Vasile and her siblings were given their new names, and the four all cling to these names now, their parents and pack long forgotten, as it was beaten out of them. Vasile, Blair, Wraith, and Omen all survived, but it turned out to be that they were now merciless, brutal, gruesome beings. They were taught the ways of violence, and this now flows heavily through their veins. Vasile set off on her own, aiming to live the life of a solitary stray. She doesn't know where her siblings are now, or if they're even alive.
Epic Roleplay Example; As the sun finally settled beneath a streamlined field of black, the moon came into play, the fingertips of it's silver rays touching down upon the earth in streams of satin light. Amidst these silver ribbons danced a quartet of brindled paws, dainty upon the surface of the earth as they meekly touched down upon the canvas beneath them. Black claws clicked softly against the crusted pavement, long, slender limbs holding up a silhouette with such poise that it was sickening. The elegance seemed to emanate from the darkened outline that seemed to wail with femininity.
When the creature passed into a ray of silver, her cover seemed to be blown, and for a mere second a pair of flickering golden eyes could be seen amidst black and brown brindled fur before she darted back into the veil of darkness. Her voice trickled out of the shadows as she hummed to herself, the sound holding an ominous tone, though the song itself was very light and inviting. The female waltzed through the darkness with a stealth so uncanny that even a shark would have been put to shame. Her humming continued as she navigated through the desolate, empty streets of this part of New York.
It was apparent that she was searching for nothing in particular, though her voyage through alley ways and the shadows seemed to never end. And that was just how she liked it. Darkness was part of her. She stopped in her journey to rummage through the remnants of a tin garbage can, knocking it over with her nose and listening to the loud cluttering noise the can sputtered when it hit the ground. Her stomach growled impatiently as she moved aside wrappers and papers, most of the bin filled with things that were inedible. However, a sweet aroma tapped on her nose, and her stomach growled again as she struggled to find the source. She finally came upon a rotting chicken breast, and she picked it up, her mouth watering, and carried it a few feet away from the trash can to devour her prize.
