Post by Maxine on Jul 1, 2006 12:40:39 GMT -5
Bringing over my character Maxine from TSOB.
Name: Maxine
Nickname: Max
Gender: Female
Breed: Anatolian Shepherd
Age: Four years
Personality: Maxine learned things the hard way, so she knows well around all the parts in town, and she knows when tradgic times are coming. Yet just because she does, doesn't make her wise. She's very punk like and not very serious. She always puts herself in danger and makes people think she's crazy, but she wasn't. She just liked to have a good time, but no one really cared. She absolutely hated two leggers, believing they never deserved or should have a chance to be called a living being. She had always had it hard as a pup. She just said, "Rough puphood." When people asked her about her story.
Maxine kept to herself, and she knew well to do so. She knew every where she turned, there could always be danger one step around the corner. She loved fighting, blood shed, many things that included any fun sport was her hobby. She would love to take a slice at a human foot or some thing when ever she had the chance. All she really knew was that she'd never be the loving, kind, adorable puppy that lived down the lane any longer.
History: Rain drizzled slightly down the window panes, puddles forming on the black, ashy, asphalt road with the gummy mud that lined the curb. A wail of a police car was heard near by, near the end of the block. A few seconds later, silence, then the wailing again, louder. Then the police car come down chasing an Anatolian Shepherd mix down the lane. But a sausage link was dragging behind her, picking up dirt and clinging for life onto the sausage and the padding of the dog's paws. It wasn't easy to tell that the dog being chased held some fear of being caught by the ruckus.
His eyes gleamed with excitement, then were literally shining with pride as he jumped the fence and the police car whirred to a stop, five feet from ramming into a beautiful house. The dog ran behind a tree and greedily chomped down into the link, nashing with strong jowls as he tore the fleshy meat from the sausage. It was easy to tell that the only thought on his mind was "Delicious". His eyes dimmed, but were still shiny and beaming, seeming to reflect the meat being torn. A little brunette teen ager stood silently as the door, watching him contently.
It was very easy to tell she was slightly frightened, but very excited also. His eyes began to dim, loosing their shine as he looked away. The glass door was sliding open and the brunette gently stepped out when the dog started to noisily smack his lips and tear open the fleshy sausage. More Coming!
Name: Maxine
Nickname: Max
Gender: Female
Breed: Anatolian Shepherd
Age: Four years
Personality: Maxine learned things the hard way, so she knows well around all the parts in town, and she knows when tradgic times are coming. Yet just because she does, doesn't make her wise. She's very punk like and not very serious. She always puts herself in danger and makes people think she's crazy, but she wasn't. She just liked to have a good time, but no one really cared. She absolutely hated two leggers, believing they never deserved or should have a chance to be called a living being. She had always had it hard as a pup. She just said, "Rough puphood." When people asked her about her story.
Maxine kept to herself, and she knew well to do so. She knew every where she turned, there could always be danger one step around the corner. She loved fighting, blood shed, many things that included any fun sport was her hobby. She would love to take a slice at a human foot or some thing when ever she had the chance. All she really knew was that she'd never be the loving, kind, adorable puppy that lived down the lane any longer.
History: Rain drizzled slightly down the window panes, puddles forming on the black, ashy, asphalt road with the gummy mud that lined the curb. A wail of a police car was heard near by, near the end of the block. A few seconds later, silence, then the wailing again, louder. Then the police car come down chasing an Anatolian Shepherd mix down the lane. But a sausage link was dragging behind her, picking up dirt and clinging for life onto the sausage and the padding of the dog's paws. It wasn't easy to tell that the dog being chased held some fear of being caught by the ruckus.
His eyes gleamed with excitement, then were literally shining with pride as he jumped the fence and the police car whirred to a stop, five feet from ramming into a beautiful house. The dog ran behind a tree and greedily chomped down into the link, nashing with strong jowls as he tore the fleshy meat from the sausage. It was easy to tell that the only thought on his mind was "Delicious". His eyes dimmed, but were still shiny and beaming, seeming to reflect the meat being torn. A little brunette teen ager stood silently as the door, watching him contently.
It was very easy to tell she was slightly frightened, but very excited also. His eyes began to dim, loosing their shine as he looked away. The glass door was sliding open and the brunette gently stepped out when the dog started to noisily smack his lips and tear open the fleshy sausage. More Coming!