Post by BluePlaid on Jun 25, 2013 18:03:37 GMT -5
Name
Original: Felice (unisex Italian name for lucky, or happy)
Goes By: Fantasma (Italian for ghost)
Age:
3
Breed:
Cirneco dell'Etna
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Fantasma is one of the many great dog breeds. She can survive hours without food and water, has a keen sense of smell, and was built for endurance over harsh terrains. Not to mention she's also an amazing rabbit hunter. Since her breed, a Cirneco dell'Etna, was born for this, she also has the perfect hight, weight, and usual requirements. Has a skinny, yet muscular and lean body. Fanta has a light, rustic brown tone to her fur, even her nose is light brown. Fantasma stands 22 inches tall and is 24 pounds. Her eyes are like dark honey pools. She has a red scarf or ascot tied around her neck.
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Personality:
Quiet
By quiet I mean mysteriously quiet. Being in a mafia really tears you up on the inside, since you're pretty much a hardcore gangster. You have to learn what to keep to yourself and what to open to the world, nobody's wearing dog tags here.
Goes After "Bad Boys"
Loves the dangerous, the naughty, and the mysterious. Not the best flirt, because she's pretty straight forward, and says what's going on through her mind... which isn't always a nice thing to hear.
Schizophrenic
She believes everyone is plotting against her, she believes she's better than everyone. Sounds like schizophrenia to me. Fanta sees and hears and practically lives through the flashbacks of her mother.
Tough Cookie
Not afraid to fight males? Sounds pretty tough to me. Fanta's quick on her paws, and if she would ever have to fight a male, she can tell which battles she could win, tie, and lose.
Quick
Fantasma means ghost, a roaming, fast ghost. She never has time to stop, for time doesn't stop. Life missions are pretty serious, especially when all you're trying to do is get away from your, not even there, mother.
Gentle
If you can get this badass to talk to a pup, or if she even sees one, she can instantly turn very motherly, rushing to attend them. She dare not show this side to anyone, and if a pup mentions it, she will be sure to eliminate the one the pup spoke to.
Seductive
If you can tickle her fancy, or get her interested in you and meet her standards. Fanta will surely sweet talk you in her charming Italian accent, or just speaking Italian to you, sending her victim in a daze.
286 words
History
Felice, are you afraid of ghosts?
No, but I'm afraid of devils.
Felice was born in Sicily, Italy, on the streets. Her mother used to be a housepet, and her father used to be the dog over the fence next door. Felice's mother, whose name was Mita, hopped the fence one day, and, let's just say that's how she was made. When Mita's owners found out their dog was pregnant, they threw her onto the streets, worrying Mita mated with a mutt. The father, Saggio, followed her, not wanting to abandon his love. Even though he was a charming player that probably had many more kids, Saggio knew his first one, that was going to be a purebred litter of Cirnechi (plural for Cirneco), were going to be perfect.
Mita hated it. She hated being pregnant, she hated Saggio for following her around, and she hated him even more for making her get kicked out of her beautiful original life; even though it was her fault for crossing the fence. Mita finally had her pups in a park, a beautiful one, where the grass is always green, and the trees perfectly change for the seasons. A very
big park, with many people in it, you just see about 20 people your whole day, not including the many picnic-ers. Mita gave birth to 3 beautiful Cirnechi, two males and one female, Tony, Paolo, and Felice. Paolo was the oldest, a boy, then Felice, the girl, then Tony, the other boy. Saggio loved them dearly, while Mita hated them. When Saggio would hunt for them, she would abuse her least favorite one: Felice. She was jealous of Felice because she had a beautiful structure, a perfect personality of fun, laughter, smiles and giggling, and a completely innocent and youthful creature.
Sometimes, Saggio would come back to their little park den and ask them why Felice had scratches, and Mita simply replied, "From playing, is all." When the pups were a year old, Saggio took Tony and Paolo hunting with him, while Felice was forced to stay with Mita. One day, Mita had it with her jealousy, and completely beat up and sent Felice away, harshly nipping her and sending her away from the park. Felice ran from her mother, the horrible being, ran away from the abuse. Felice kept on running, until she finally stopped by a busy market. Felice trotted by a fish stand, a nice human handing out fish to her. Ugh, she hated fish. They smelled, looked, and felt weird. Felice began to roam around, accepting the food that was giving to her. She passed by a little girl who was working in a little stand with accessories with her mom, and the little girl smiled at Felice, "Mamma mamma! Guarda guarda! Un cane fantasma! Un cane fantasma!" (Mom mom! Look look! A ghost dog! A ghost dog!) The little girl with dark brown hair and light skin stuck out her hand for Felice to smell, and put a little red scarf around her neck, tying it and making it into an ascot.
Felice liked the ascot, and gently licked the girl's cheeks quickly, before running off. It suited her rather well. Felice trotted into an old part of Sicily, and it was very quiet and abandoned, besides the thugs there. This part of town took a certain interest in her, knowing how much trouble there is over here. A Segugio Italiano (Italian dog breed), trotted passed her, looking her over and smirking. (translation:) "You there, you seem like you would be a fighting dog. How good at fighting are you?" The question was very hard to answer, Felice's never fought anyone before, but she had an idea. Slyly and cooly, Felice rolled eyes, "I don't know. Never fought before." Then without a warning, she tackled the Segugio, biting his throat gently, just to give him an idea. The Segugio smirked "Alright alright, I give in. You are good." He pushed her off and whispered "I am Lanzo, strict leader of a little dog Mafia. What is your name? And would you like to join?"
Felice didn't know what she was getting herself into, but she liked this dangerous stuff, and remembering what the little girl called her earlier, Felice replied with a smirk "My name is Fantasma."
The Mafia taught her everything she needed to know about being an assassin and professional criminal, even more than needed. Almost everyday, Fantasma would be sent to murder one, whether human or dog, and she would successfully do it within a week. The trick was to bond. Then destroy. Easy yet oh-so complicated. Fantasma would do this a lot, and she enjoyed it. Not to mention a lot of good nights she would have.
When she just turned 3, Fantasma went on a mission, and never returned. A Plotthund, she had to deal with. Since Plotthunds originated in Germany, but were brought to and officially bred in America, so she had to learn American and German for this one, and it was difficult and took a while. After a couple months, give or take a few, Fantasma knew a lot of words and went on with her challenge. First, she had to seduce him, make him seem like he's in charge. Then, she followed him around, making him feel like the leader. Unfortunately, she idiotically followed him onto a boat, that was shipping food and other cargo supplies to Colorado.
The ride was long and exhausting, especially since after the first night she had to kill him. Fantasma waited and waited until she finally got off, after what seemed forever, even though it was 2 weeks, Fantasma ran off, excited, scared, and curious on what this new land held for her.
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Original: Felice (unisex Italian name for lucky, or happy)
Goes By: Fantasma (Italian for ghost)
Age:
3
Breed:
Cirneco dell'Etna
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Fantasma is one of the many great dog breeds. She can survive hours without food and water, has a keen sense of smell, and was built for endurance over harsh terrains. Not to mention she's also an amazing rabbit hunter. Since her breed, a Cirneco dell'Etna, was born for this, she also has the perfect hight, weight, and usual requirements. Has a skinny, yet muscular and lean body. Fanta has a light, rustic brown tone to her fur, even her nose is light brown. Fantasma stands 22 inches tall and is 24 pounds. Her eyes are like dark honey pools. She has a red scarf or ascot tied around her neck.
100 words
Personality:
Quiet
By quiet I mean mysteriously quiet. Being in a mafia really tears you up on the inside, since you're pretty much a hardcore gangster. You have to learn what to keep to yourself and what to open to the world, nobody's wearing dog tags here.
Goes After "Bad Boys"
Loves the dangerous, the naughty, and the mysterious. Not the best flirt, because she's pretty straight forward, and says what's going on through her mind... which isn't always a nice thing to hear.
Schizophrenic
She believes everyone is plotting against her, she believes she's better than everyone. Sounds like schizophrenia to me. Fanta sees and hears and practically lives through the flashbacks of her mother.
Tough Cookie
Not afraid to fight males? Sounds pretty tough to me. Fanta's quick on her paws, and if she would ever have to fight a male, she can tell which battles she could win, tie, and lose.
Quick
Fantasma means ghost, a roaming, fast ghost. She never has time to stop, for time doesn't stop. Life missions are pretty serious, especially when all you're trying to do is get away from your, not even there, mother.
Gentle
If you can get this badass to talk to a pup, or if she even sees one, she can instantly turn very motherly, rushing to attend them. She dare not show this side to anyone, and if a pup mentions it, she will be sure to eliminate the one the pup spoke to.
Seductive
If you can tickle her fancy, or get her interested in you and meet her standards. Fanta will surely sweet talk you in her charming Italian accent, or just speaking Italian to you, sending her victim in a daze.
286 words
History
Felice, are you afraid of ghosts?
No, but I'm afraid of devils.
Felice was born in Sicily, Italy, on the streets. Her mother used to be a housepet, and her father used to be the dog over the fence next door. Felice's mother, whose name was Mita, hopped the fence one day, and, let's just say that's how she was made. When Mita's owners found out their dog was pregnant, they threw her onto the streets, worrying Mita mated with a mutt. The father, Saggio, followed her, not wanting to abandon his love. Even though he was a charming player that probably had many more kids, Saggio knew his first one, that was going to be a purebred litter of Cirnechi (plural for Cirneco), were going to be perfect.
Mita hated it. She hated being pregnant, she hated Saggio for following her around, and she hated him even more for making her get kicked out of her beautiful original life; even though it was her fault for crossing the fence. Mita finally had her pups in a park, a beautiful one, where the grass is always green, and the trees perfectly change for the seasons. A very
big park, with many people in it, you just see about 20 people your whole day, not including the many picnic-ers. Mita gave birth to 3 beautiful Cirnechi, two males and one female, Tony, Paolo, and Felice. Paolo was the oldest, a boy, then Felice, the girl, then Tony, the other boy. Saggio loved them dearly, while Mita hated them. When Saggio would hunt for them, she would abuse her least favorite one: Felice. She was jealous of Felice because she had a beautiful structure, a perfect personality of fun, laughter, smiles and giggling, and a completely innocent and youthful creature.
Sometimes, Saggio would come back to their little park den and ask them why Felice had scratches, and Mita simply replied, "From playing, is all." When the pups were a year old, Saggio took Tony and Paolo hunting with him, while Felice was forced to stay with Mita. One day, Mita had it with her jealousy, and completely beat up and sent Felice away, harshly nipping her and sending her away from the park. Felice ran from her mother, the horrible being, ran away from the abuse. Felice kept on running, until she finally stopped by a busy market. Felice trotted by a fish stand, a nice human handing out fish to her. Ugh, she hated fish. They smelled, looked, and felt weird. Felice began to roam around, accepting the food that was giving to her. She passed by a little girl who was working in a little stand with accessories with her mom, and the little girl smiled at Felice, "Mamma mamma! Guarda guarda! Un cane fantasma! Un cane fantasma!" (Mom mom! Look look! A ghost dog! A ghost dog!) The little girl with dark brown hair and light skin stuck out her hand for Felice to smell, and put a little red scarf around her neck, tying it and making it into an ascot.
Felice liked the ascot, and gently licked the girl's cheeks quickly, before running off. It suited her rather well. Felice trotted into an old part of Sicily, and it was very quiet and abandoned, besides the thugs there. This part of town took a certain interest in her, knowing how much trouble there is over here. A Segugio Italiano (Italian dog breed), trotted passed her, looking her over and smirking. (translation:) "You there, you seem like you would be a fighting dog. How good at fighting are you?" The question was very hard to answer, Felice's never fought anyone before, but she had an idea. Slyly and cooly, Felice rolled eyes, "I don't know. Never fought before." Then without a warning, she tackled the Segugio, biting his throat gently, just to give him an idea. The Segugio smirked "Alright alright, I give in. You are good." He pushed her off and whispered "I am Lanzo, strict leader of a little dog Mafia. What is your name? And would you like to join?"
Felice didn't know what she was getting herself into, but she liked this dangerous stuff, and remembering what the little girl called her earlier, Felice replied with a smirk "My name is Fantasma."
The Mafia taught her everything she needed to know about being an assassin and professional criminal, even more than needed. Almost everyday, Fantasma would be sent to murder one, whether human or dog, and she would successfully do it within a week. The trick was to bond. Then destroy. Easy yet oh-so complicated. Fantasma would do this a lot, and she enjoyed it. Not to mention a lot of good nights she would have.
When she just turned 3, Fantasma went on a mission, and never returned. A Plotthund, she had to deal with. Since Plotthunds originated in Germany, but were brought to and officially bred in America, so she had to learn American and German for this one, and it was difficult and took a while. After a couple months, give or take a few, Fantasma knew a lot of words and went on with her challenge. First, she had to seduce him, make him seem like he's in charge. Then, she followed him around, making him feel like the leader. Unfortunately, she idiotically followed him onto a boat, that was shipping food and other cargo supplies to Colorado.
The ride was long and exhausting, especially since after the first night she had to kill him. Fantasma waited and waited until she finally got off, after what seemed forever, even though it was 2 weeks, Fantasma ran off, excited, scared, and curious on what this new land held for her.
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