Post by Ratilina on Apr 25, 2006 18:37:25 GMT -5
Name - Ratilina
Age - 3
Breed - Newfoundland
Personality - Ratilina, though mostly called Rat, is to put it simply, a bitch. She won't bow down to anyone, and views herself in a strange way, as "ruler of the sewers". She has been kicked out of every home she has been adopted into, because she was such a handful, so now, any hopes of finding a family has been squashed in her.
Rat is insane. Plain and simple. If she weren't foaming at the mouth, people would stay as far away from her as they could.
Whilst Rat wouldn't seem like someone people wouldn't want to be around, she still has a strange flair about her. The hint of true wild, a piece of what it's like to be alone. Because of that, Rat can find herself friends, though they don't stay with her long.
Ratilina named herself. She hated the names any of the humans gave her "Lady" or "Blackie". They were two "sweet" for her. Ratilina gives an edge of hardness, venom, yet, a strange air of being feminie as well.
/ I hate writing out Rat's personality. You'll get to know her as I RP her, I promise /
Sample Post -
The muck surrounding the roof and walls of the sewer gently dripped down, creating slight splattering sounds upon the hard concrete. There were little sounds to be heard minus the scrabblings of the sewer rats, and the occasional "flush" sound up above. It was deathly still.
Suddenly, through the murky lighting filtering through the manholes, the outline of a large black dog became visable. The glowing red eyes of the rats suddenly disappeared, as a queenly looking Newfoundland dog wandered through, her ebony tail held high.
This bitch was the queen of the sewers, or she liked to think of herself that way. Her name? Ratilina. Standing under the direct light of the manhole, it seemed impossible that any dog could look so, so, hellish. But Ratilina? She could. Her fur was wet, hanging down from her in rough triangles, and her deep black eyes seemed to gaze through everything around her, through the walls leading to other sewers, and even through that. Something about her seemed unnatural, unsettling. Just plain wrong.
Ooc/ Gah. I have never had such a bad writer's block. If this isn't acceptable, I'll re-do it later.
Age - 3
Breed - Newfoundland
Personality - Ratilina, though mostly called Rat, is to put it simply, a bitch. She won't bow down to anyone, and views herself in a strange way, as "ruler of the sewers". She has been kicked out of every home she has been adopted into, because she was such a handful, so now, any hopes of finding a family has been squashed in her.
Rat is insane. Plain and simple. If she weren't foaming at the mouth, people would stay as far away from her as they could.
Whilst Rat wouldn't seem like someone people wouldn't want to be around, she still has a strange flair about her. The hint of true wild, a piece of what it's like to be alone. Because of that, Rat can find herself friends, though they don't stay with her long.
Ratilina named herself. She hated the names any of the humans gave her "Lady" or "Blackie". They were two "sweet" for her. Ratilina gives an edge of hardness, venom, yet, a strange air of being feminie as well.
/ I hate writing out Rat's personality. You'll get to know her as I RP her, I promise /
Sample Post -
The muck surrounding the roof and walls of the sewer gently dripped down, creating slight splattering sounds upon the hard concrete. There were little sounds to be heard minus the scrabblings of the sewer rats, and the occasional "flush" sound up above. It was deathly still.
Suddenly, through the murky lighting filtering through the manholes, the outline of a large black dog became visable. The glowing red eyes of the rats suddenly disappeared, as a queenly looking Newfoundland dog wandered through, her ebony tail held high.
This bitch was the queen of the sewers, or she liked to think of herself that way. Her name? Ratilina. Standing under the direct light of the manhole, it seemed impossible that any dog could look so, so, hellish. But Ratilina? She could. Her fur was wet, hanging down from her in rough triangles, and her deep black eyes seemed to gaze through everything around her, through the walls leading to other sewers, and even through that. Something about her seemed unnatural, unsettling. Just plain wrong.
Ooc/ Gah. I have never had such a bad writer's block. If this isn't acceptable, I'll re-do it later.