Post by ? relic on Dec 9, 2012 19:58:14 GMT -5
T H O R N
» if God's the game you're playing ;
GENDER: Female.
AGE: Four Years.
BREED: Doberman Pinscher.
GROUP: Loner. (For now.)
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.
DISORDERS: None.
QUIRKS: Turns to rain for stress relief; sings when lonely.
» well, we must get more acquainted ;
in the mirror:
Thorn is a rather feminine creature, weighing in at a mere fifty-five pounds, give or take, and standing twenty-four inches at the withers. Her skull is slightly squared, with a long, narrow muzzle popping off the front. Tall, pointed ears stand at the top, and leading down from her jaw is a long, slender neck ended by her barreled chest. Her body is lean, yet muscular, and is supported by four long, lanky legs. Jutting off the end of her spine is a three inch excuse for a tail.
Her pallet is full of earth tones. A dark russet makes up her main coat color, complete with golden tan points on her chest, underside, and face. Her eyes are a dark gold with flecks of mint green, and her nose is a fleshy liver color.
» because it has to be so lonely ;
the good, the bad, the ugly:
[sarcastic] & [judgmental] & [carefree] & [laughs off pain] & [blunt] & [rarely takes life seriously] & [possessive] & [clingy when close to her heart] & [prideful] & [thinker] & [defensive] & [attacks when feeling vulnerable] & [prone to meltdowns]
? sarcastic -Whether Thorn likes you or not, she's going to be sarcastic about every mistake you make while speaking to her. It comes so easily that it's a second nature to her. It's her way of bashing you when you're too stupid to figure it out.
? judgmental -It's in our nature to be judgmental, and Thorn is certainly no exception. If she thinks a dog looks like a snob, then bam, they're a snob in her book. If they're scrawny, they must be weak. If they're all over a guy, they must be screw- ahem, you get the idea. Her first idea of you tends to last, so if you're looking to make a good impression, carry yourself the right way upon first meeting her.
? carefree -If they don't involve someone close, she tends not to care about the consequences of her actions. If she's in the mood, she'll do anything for a laugh, whether it's screwing with the cocky dude over there, or stealing the buff mutt's lunch and running like hell. Screw the end result, it's for fun!
? laughs off pain -If you try and "teach her a lesson" by getting physical, this girl's going to laugh in your face. Yes, she can feel it, but she certainly won't let you know that. Growing up, it was pounded in to her head to never show pain, so her enemies would think she was stronger.
? blunt -The doberman we've been talking about is a bit blunt, to say the least...especially if she decides she doesn't quite like you. For example, if she thinks you're acting like it, she'll just tell you that you're being a fool, or what ever the situation happens to be.
? possesive -The russet female rarely feels a connection with anyone, but it will be easy to find out about it if she does. She's the jealous type times one thousand, so try not to get an innocent girl hurt in the process of messing with Thorn.
? clingy -If you genuinely make Thorn feel wanted, or special, you can bet she'll want to stick around. She's so starved of love that she can't felt but be a bit clingy at times, so be prepared, lover-boys! Honestly, though; even if you're a close friend, this girl will crave your presence.
? prideful -All the years she's tried to prove how independent she is has made Thorn very prideful. Unless she's truly broken or defeated, she'll never ask for help. She tends not to apologize to anyone unless she cares about their relationship, either.
? thinker -This rust doberman is one of those dogs that will over think EVERYTHING. When this applies to another canine, she'll work herself up, get paranoid, and have a mini breakdown of sorts. The effects are much less extreme when she wraps her mind around a simple thing, like why a flower is that color, and not some other color.
? defensive -You'll know that you're actually beginning to get to Thorn if she starts getting serious and defensive. To avoid having someone make her feel insecure, she'll start to defend herself desperately.
? attacks when feeling vulnerable -Thorn likes to be in control, and she'll do anything in her power to keep it that way. If you truly start to strip her of her defenses, she'll do the thing she's been taught best: attack. First, she'll barrage you with insults, and tear away whatever confidence you may have left. When she feels she's thoroughly gotten to you, and still isn't satisfied, she'll go in for a physical attack.
? prone to mental breakdowns -This is most definitely a rarity in front of others, but Thorn can work herself into a breakdown. Combine her overthinking, pride, and a recent emotional attack, and you'll have a blabbering heap of a doberman. She'll hyperventilate, cry, scream, repeat the same phrase multiple times, and/or start talking to herself. Spectators to such an event can be a bit frightened at the sight of a headstrong girl reverting to such a vulnerable creature.
» to be the only one that's holy ;
in the past:
dame: Rosalia, a.k.a Rose.
sire: Lucian
siblings: Lucas, unnamed, unnamed, unnamed.
birthdate: 02/14/1884
A young female squealed in agony as she attempted to bring her whelps into the world. She struggled for hours, reeling from the pain. Something wasn't right, but neither parent knew it at the time. After birthing an isabella male and three stillborns, she could feel herself beginning to weaken. With the birth of her last pup, a little red female, she blacked out...and didn't wake up again.The father to the pups was crushed, but determined to raise his offspring as his mate would've wanted him to. He named the eldest male Luca, after himself, and named the runt Spina, after her mother. As tradition had gone, Lucian went to work nipping their tails off. Gruesome, yes, but necessary if they were going to survive in the family. He picked up both squealing pups, and made his way to the field in which his family resided.
Within said field was a large network of underground tunnels, created by a lunatic human who was certain the world would be ending very soon. What he left behind certainly aided the rise of the Sismondi family, and their rule over the city. You see, the Sismondis knew about everything that went on in the city. If any old mutt tried to mess with a Sismondi, you could bet they would learn their lesson that night. You could think of them as a mafia of sorts, and Lucian was the don. Though they all cared about each other deeply, the Sismondis had their rules. One, your ears wouldn't be cropped unless you proved you were an adult. Having the procedure done was painfully long, and, well, painful, but it was a symbol of maturity. Spina and Luca earned this right together, when they defended their injured uncle against three wolves, and carried him home. Only seven months old at the time, Spina did her best not to run when her ear was stretched out, clamped down on by a strong pair of jaws until it went numb, and then ripped in half. The process was repeated on the other ear, and she had to spend the next month barely moving, and flattening each ear against the ground so that they would stand erect. Soon enough it was over, and when she saw her new reflection, she was exhilarated. She was finally an adult, and could go out and see the world without a chaperone.
Now officially an adult, and allowed to venture out in to the world, Spina had the family's Ten Commandments memorized, and always in the back of her mind. They were simple, really. You were always respectful to your spouse and family members, you were always truthful to the family, and you hid nothing from the family. You didn't think about another dog's mate in that way, or get smart with your elders. They were more or less morals that were enforced a lot more strictly. Break one of the commandments, and, well, the bossman is going to deal with you. It's a lot worse when the guy's your dad, too. Ever rebellious, however, eventually Spina broke a big rule: she thought she was in love with a German Shepherd by the name of Ross.
It was the teenage dream, you could say. Everyone was jealous of Spina and Ross; each being the town's items. Before long, the young female found out that she and her lover were having a little too much fun; she was carrying his pups. She hid it until she was swollen and sore. When her father found out, he lost his mind. He and all of Spina's uncles went out to teach Ross a lesson. To this day, she still doesn't know if he's alive. When they returned, he told his sisters to make sure the pups were never born. Lucian wasn't about to let his bloodline be tarnished.
She was thrown around, bitten, kicked, everything you could think of, until her family members decided the deed was done. That night, she lay in agony for twelve hours, before finally going into labor with her deceased offspring. Heartbroken, she nudged each of them relentlessly. All of them stiff and unresponsive.She dug a hole, and buried each of them where her bastard of a father would never find them. Before covering their grave, she whispered to each of them: "I love you, my beautiful puppies. Mommy is so very sorry for letting you succumb to the evils of this damned "family." No one can hurt you now, my loves." As she placed the small flowers in her prison around the deceased whelps, she sang a lullaby to them, sobbing the entire time. "You are my sunshines, my only sunshines, you make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know dears, how much I love you..." she stopped, breaking down into an incoherent mess. She thought they loved her. She didn't think her loved ones could be so cruel. To take the lives of innocent pups was... unfathomable.
A few hours after she'd passed out from exhaustion, her father woke her up with a stern look on his face. "Learned your lesson, Spina?" She remained silent. The male huffed, gesturing for her to follow. She reluctantly did so, limping slightly. He led her to where her uncles were, and nodded toward them. The young dame was confused, but figured she'd better go along with it. They took her to an old mutt who was badly beaten, but still looked like he wasn't going to do down without a fight. She respected that. Lucian looked to his daughter with the utmost seriousness, and nodded toward the stranger. "Show him what happens when you wrong us, Spina." She looked horrified, and shook her head furiously. "No!" His father bit down on her muzzle, and glared at her. "Now." he commanded. She sobbed, walking over and crouching down to the scruffy mix. "P-please, just pretend you're dead, or something. I really don't want to h-hurt you.." He nuzzled her shakily, a weak smile on his face. "Never show fear, lass. I'm an old dog. I've lived my life to the fullest, and I'm not going to let it end with me being weak. Go on, do it. All you have to do is bite." He poked his neck out to her. "N-no... I can't!" she whimpered. He looked at her, mouthing "Yes you can..." Teary eyed, she ended his life as quickly and painlessly as she could, trembling when she felt him go limp. Lucian and his brothers smiled, telling her she'd done well, and that she could go home. She did just that, but didn't sleep that night.
For the next few months it was like this. She would be awoken every now and then, late at night, and taken to deal out punishments. She remembered every face, and every voice. She never learned their names. The memories of each and every canine she hurt or murdered haunted her, plaguing her dreams. Spina was miserable, always running on energy she didn't have, and sobbing in a broken down heap on sleepless nights. She hated her life. The young female missed being a little princess, ignorant to what the members of her family were really like, and the unspeakable actions that they would happily do...and happily make her carry out. She was ready to leave.
Everything was going according to plan. Her father had taken most of the Sismondi's out to celebrate for Christmas, which they took very seriously, and Spina had convinced him to let her stay home. So, she filled herself up with rations from the winter stock pile, took a quick nap, and headed out. She was on the outskirts of town when her brother, Lucas, found and stopped her."Spina, what are you doing?"
"Leaving, Luke."
"Father will go mad! Are you insane?"
"Heh. Maybe."
"I'm not letting you go off alone."
"You're not my boss. Besides, this is no family. This is..." she trailed off, looking to the skies, teary eyed. "They murdered your nieces and nephews, Luke. Don't you care?"
"Of course I care, Spina.. Still, you broke a major rule. This all could've been avoided."
"You sound just like that bastard, Lucian..."
"He's our father, Spina. We're the heirs of his throne. When he's gone, we'll rule this town. Don't you want that?"
"At what cost, Luke?"
"Don't talk like that."
"Why the fuck not? These dogs are evil. Why would I want to be associated with them?"
"They're your family. You were born to lead them, Spina."
"To hell with the Sismondi name. I'm not Spina the Spineless anymore. My new alias is Thorn, and I'm not going to take anyone's shit. Ever again."
"You really are serious about leaving, aren't you?.."
"Why wouldn't I be?" she looked down, sighing. "They've forced me to kill, Lucas. Do you know how horrible it is to end a perfectly innocent life? To know that their loved ones are grieving because of what you did? I don't know about you, but I don't like it. I feel... dirty." She blinked away tears, returning her attention to him. "I love you, brother. I hope to see you again some day." she licked his cheek lovingly, and started off again.
