Post by BluePlaid on Feb 3, 2013 23:22:04 GMT -5
CHECKRA
Very short set is right here and here
Name: Checkra (Che-ka-rah)
Nickname: Che (Sh-ay)
Age: 2
Breed: Merle Mudi
Sexuality: Sometimes very heterosexual, sometimes acts very... opposite.
Gender: Female
Appearance: BODY Honestly, Che is a little small for her breed. Just a little bit. She is about 22 pounds, and is 20 inches tall. Her base is a light grey, or a white. Various black spots, and is very fury. FORELEGS Both of her forelegs have mostly black on them. Right leg is all black, left leg is almost all black with little tuffs on the back. HIND LEGS Same as her forelegs, more black than white. Although, her right hind leg has barely more white.HEAD Che has black on her ears, sides of face, and muzzle. There are many and yet few streaks of white. Very visible white, and brown nose.
Personality:
IN THE SKY:
Outgoing
Che, never afraid to say what she has to say in public, somewhat friendly.
Witty
Good with comebacks, knows way around, knows how to get out of sticky situations.
Adventurous
Believe me, you do not have to ask this dog to do something, for Che will just do it by herself; possibly randomly.
Random
Made, done, happening, or chosen without method or conscious decision
Caring
This street-wise dog has some heart in her, willing to listen to anybody atalmostanytime.
Spunky
This determined little punk is surely the spunky type, courageous, and always out there.
ON THE GROUND:
Over-the-top
Yes. Checkra could go a little too far with jokes, and sometimes hurt one's feelings and/or make things awkward.
Loves attention
Yes, that's right. She just adores it. Anytime somebody steals the spotlight, there's always the witty Checkra to come in and take it back.
Show off
Being an "attention whore," Che will always show off. Being too prideful of herself, struttin' around, swishin' that tail.
Moody
Very moody, indeed. One moment happy and joyful, say something wrong, somebody's gonna be a crab-apple. Or just pissed, but you know, she has good comebacks. Which would make you sad, then her sad. See? Moody. Not just that, but she has a mood that makes her a little... crazy. Crazy and witty do not go well together now, don't they?
Arrogant
For here, all I am putting are synonyms:
Haughty, proud, conceited.
History:
Chakra is the power inside of you that burns to come out;
Maybe that's how she got her name....
Setting: Boiling Summer Day;
Cast: Devils, victim
Devils: Dumb mutts
Victim: Checkra
Unknown Hero: Combat
Ring ring
Hello?
Ring Ring
H-he-hello?
Ring ring
YOU HAVE A BAD CONNECTION
That is how the world was like for Che.
Think about that.
It was always like this. Every night. Everyday. The only survivor would sit, sulk in the shadows of the others. Daring herself to ask for food as the air felt like it grew hotter, taunting the pup to get up and drink from the cold water. No. She couldn't. She can't. Her paws were bleeding, her body ached, her life, was crispy and fried; served to the... should we even dare call them canines? Yes, we should. For this is a normal day in the life of Checkra. She had nobody. Nobody at all. Parents? Unknown. Brothers and sisters? Unknown. They all seemed to have left her. Given her to these, cats. Mutts. Freaks. They just came back from hunting, and if they came back from hunting and Chakra wasn't there, they would find her and nip her paws until they bled. They would then make her sit perfectly still, head held high, back a proper posture, as they ate whatever their meal was in front of her.
Moving? No. Just nips at the legs. Then chest, then all 3 of them would give her a good bite or scratch on back. 4 months, she was 4 months at the time. Even more adventurous than she is now. Checkra didn't listen to them, since they didn't repect her, she didn't repect them. All of them were mutts. The Three Mutt'skateers, plus the fourth one, but she wasn't a mutt. With her 'beautiful tone,' the dummies thought of her as a mutt. She's a Mudi. A freaking, Mudi. They had stupidity issues. When they were finished, they would offer her scraps; and she would decline. I'm not one for dogs to look down on and feed. I can do things my own way, because I'm just that good, she would always say to herself.
Now, who is Combat, you may ask? Well, that question is about to be answered-
Sometime soon.
They finished, picked her up by the scruff, and took her to their den. They left and went out to hunt again. Fat asses.
The 'funny' thing is; they leave for at least 3 days to hunt. There really isn't any way the pup can learn about the outdoors indoor. Checkra felt as if her ears would ring with boredom... or doing nothing-ness. She was young. She needed life. She needed to be known for something.
Something bad, of course.
When the freaks returned three days later, Che was gone. She ran out of the den, and was sitting on a boulder by Saddle Creek. Knowing her bloody scent, and being "protective," the three Mutt-skateers raced after her, and soon realized that Checkra wasn't on a plain old boulder, for she want on top of Saddle Creek. Chasing after her, Checkra swam across the river, but soon was pushed away by its currents; along with the mutts. Just then, a voice was heard. A male's voice. He called out to her, telling her to do something. Although she didn't know where this voice was coming from, Checkra began to struggle to swim and get out. She barely made it to the edge, where she pulled herself up and onto the soft grass. Leaving the dimwits to their fate.
With a smile and a nod, the one-year-old Checkra turned around and trotted away pridefully, snickering to herself.
