Post by seriously on Apr 20, 2013 12:05:12 GMT -5
. x . Name . x .
Catrina
. x . Alias . x .
Cat, Ri, Riri, Rina
. x . Age . x .
4 Months
. x . Breed . x .
Labrador Retriever x Pit Bull x Rottweiler
. x . Gender . x .
Female
. x . Stock . x .
<3 - <3 - <3 - <3
. x . Guardian. x .
Ryland - Mayday
. x . Personality. x .
- submissive -
when it comes to companions, cat is rather submissive, the female would rather give into them and let them over power her than try to fight her way to the top. unless, however it was an enemy, then she would easily battle for a place she desperately wanted, for the thrill, the pride in winning which is almost guaranteed, and the place she was fighting for in the first place.
- menacing -
riri likes to medel into the minds of others, in some cases to get her way, in others to ring out information that they may be holding. there is nothing to lose for her when she risks it all to pry her way into a mind just for the justice of knowing that she has the ability that works on practically everyone.
- quiet -
no evil victor thinks his plans allowed therefore, catrina's muteness is one hundred percent implied, though her mind is bustling with different thoughts about everyone who passes by, the pit mix often decides the best answer is silence which refers to her rather calm epidemic when it comes to situations, she's just playing out her next move in her head.
- abusive -
not only does cat enjoy pain, she enjoys giving it as well, she inflicts it to others as a sign of compassion or hatred, either of which must be deserved instead of being delivered for no apparent reason.
- enjoys pain -
giving pain is not her only quirk, she enjoys to deliver it as well though it must be earned as well to be able to inflict it upon her without being acted against and eventually bloodied by her wrath that is constantly burning inside her soul
- seductive -
it's her attitude that sends the male species running to her without her even trying for that is the total opposite of what cat wants, attention espescially from such douche's like males who want nothing but her physical appearance not her odd likings.
- cunning -
ri is smart, she plans ahead of time and is perfect at thinking up ways to avoid issues within seconds if it is necessary which is always when it comes to socialization which is a generic no-no for cat
- clingy -
once she's stuck with someone, she doesn't leave their side, and sometimes it may become annoying, other times amusing, but she's overprotective and possessive, what is hers is only hers and shall not be touched by the grimy paws of another
. x . History. x .
Thunder rumbled so loud, it vibrated the ground, creaking the floors of the old worn down building. Every screech let out by the weak wooden floors made the family of mutts wince. They never knew when it was just the storm, or him, Jason. The man was young, probably mid twenties, he was a sad excuse of an owner. All four of the canines whined when their worst fear had prevailed true, the drunken man stood tall in the dim doorway his words were slurred, but full of hatred and disgust"C'mon stupid mutts, we got places to be." With that Jason spat on the ground and turned on his heel, motioning with his hand for Vivian to come, bringing her pups with her. With that being the only choice she had unless she wanted a beating, the pit bull nudged each of the children down the stairs after the human and into the flooded bed of his truck which he quickly slammed shut to avoid any jumpers. The growl of the engine seemed to overpower the thunder from above, only for a few seconds before roaring to life and skidding onto the wet road ahead, the back of the truck quickly filling with rain. To avoid drowning Vivian set each of her children carefully on the built in toolbox, though she was just tall enough to be able to stand in the water, and keep her head out. It was horrible, the road was slick, lightning was threatening to strike them all, but it only got a little worse when Jason passed out in the driver seat, and the truck hit the tree, turning it over, enclosing the family of hybrids under the bed, whining while their mother was no where in sight, and the water level began to grow. It shook, shook, shook with large 'thumps' to address each of the violent shaking until there was an opening just large enough for all three of them to slide through, thinking it was Jason that had helped them out. No, it had been mother, who now lay exhausted in the ditch, shoulder bashed and bloodied. The man growled in the truck before bashing in the windowsheild and hopping out, a peice of the glass held tightly in his fingers "You stupid mutts this is all your fault!" With his angry words, he lifted his steal toe boot and smashed down on Cat's smallest sibling, other than herself, the runt. As he lifted the shoe again, his face twisted in a snarl as he watched the blood trickle down the sole of the boot and drip on the white head of Catrina who shook with nervousness, she would be the next to go, she was the smallest. No, it turned and lifted under the stomach of her only brother, the last of her siblings and then quickly dropped, the pup yelping in pain and surprise. Over and over again the man kicked the helpless pup who fell lifeless after the seemingly millionth time of being hit. Bracing herself for the impact that was sure to come, but never came, her eyes sealed tightly shut, her face wincing. Nothing happened, but when she opened her eyes she wished she hadn't. Jason had straddled Vivian, the glass in his hand brought to her face, tracing every feature ever so slowly, the blood running down her face as she whimpered and cried out. Ri's heart told her to save her mother, but her head, her instinct, told her to run. That's what she did,m she ran, she did not try to help her mother because she knew that it would not do any good, she would be killed if she stayed, which was exactly why she left.
. x . Appearance. x .
Catrina's mother was a white pit bull, though her father was a black labrador retriever, rottweiler cross, therefore Cat's short, stickery fur is mostly white, with a few patches of black. Both eyes are unfortunately the same color, but with a few sparks of multiple different shades of brown like amber, honey, chocolate, and even tints of orange which help illustrate the fire she contains. Mostly taking after her mother, Ri has the body of a pit, well muscled and ready to fight. This girl full of flames weighs 45 pounds and measures up to 23 inches to the head from the toes.
Catrina
. x . Alias . x .
Cat, Ri, Riri, Rina
. x . Age . x .
4 Months
. x . Breed . x .
Labrador Retriever x Pit Bull x Rottweiler
. x . Gender . x .
Female
. x . Stock . x .
<3 - <3 - <3 - <3
. x . Guardian. x .
Ryland - Mayday
. x . Personality. x .
- submissive -
when it comes to companions, cat is rather submissive, the female would rather give into them and let them over power her than try to fight her way to the top. unless, however it was an enemy, then she would easily battle for a place she desperately wanted, for the thrill, the pride in winning which is almost guaranteed, and the place she was fighting for in the first place.
- menacing -
riri likes to medel into the minds of others, in some cases to get her way, in others to ring out information that they may be holding. there is nothing to lose for her when she risks it all to pry her way into a mind just for the justice of knowing that she has the ability that works on practically everyone.
- quiet -
no evil victor thinks his plans allowed therefore, catrina's muteness is one hundred percent implied, though her mind is bustling with different thoughts about everyone who passes by, the pit mix often decides the best answer is silence which refers to her rather calm epidemic when it comes to situations, she's just playing out her next move in her head.
- abusive -
not only does cat enjoy pain, she enjoys giving it as well, she inflicts it to others as a sign of compassion or hatred, either of which must be deserved instead of being delivered for no apparent reason.
- enjoys pain -
giving pain is not her only quirk, she enjoys to deliver it as well though it must be earned as well to be able to inflict it upon her without being acted against and eventually bloodied by her wrath that is constantly burning inside her soul
- seductive -
it's her attitude that sends the male species running to her without her even trying for that is the total opposite of what cat wants, attention espescially from such douche's like males who want nothing but her physical appearance not her odd likings.
- cunning -
ri is smart, she plans ahead of time and is perfect at thinking up ways to avoid issues within seconds if it is necessary which is always when it comes to socialization which is a generic no-no for cat
- clingy -
once she's stuck with someone, she doesn't leave their side, and sometimes it may become annoying, other times amusing, but she's overprotective and possessive, what is hers is only hers and shall not be touched by the grimy paws of another
. x . History. x .
Thunder rumbled so loud, it vibrated the ground, creaking the floors of the old worn down building. Every screech let out by the weak wooden floors made the family of mutts wince. They never knew when it was just the storm, or him, Jason. The man was young, probably mid twenties, he was a sad excuse of an owner. All four of the canines whined when their worst fear had prevailed true, the drunken man stood tall in the dim doorway his words were slurred, but full of hatred and disgust"C'mon stupid mutts, we got places to be." With that Jason spat on the ground and turned on his heel, motioning with his hand for Vivian to come, bringing her pups with her. With that being the only choice she had unless she wanted a beating, the pit bull nudged each of the children down the stairs after the human and into the flooded bed of his truck which he quickly slammed shut to avoid any jumpers. The growl of the engine seemed to overpower the thunder from above, only for a few seconds before roaring to life and skidding onto the wet road ahead, the back of the truck quickly filling with rain. To avoid drowning Vivian set each of her children carefully on the built in toolbox, though she was just tall enough to be able to stand in the water, and keep her head out. It was horrible, the road was slick, lightning was threatening to strike them all, but it only got a little worse when Jason passed out in the driver seat, and the truck hit the tree, turning it over, enclosing the family of hybrids under the bed, whining while their mother was no where in sight, and the water level began to grow. It shook, shook, shook with large 'thumps' to address each of the violent shaking until there was an opening just large enough for all three of them to slide through, thinking it was Jason that had helped them out. No, it had been mother, who now lay exhausted in the ditch, shoulder bashed and bloodied. The man growled in the truck before bashing in the windowsheild and hopping out, a peice of the glass held tightly in his fingers "You stupid mutts this is all your fault!" With his angry words, he lifted his steal toe boot and smashed down on Cat's smallest sibling, other than herself, the runt. As he lifted the shoe again, his face twisted in a snarl as he watched the blood trickle down the sole of the boot and drip on the white head of Catrina who shook with nervousness, she would be the next to go, she was the smallest. No, it turned and lifted under the stomach of her only brother, the last of her siblings and then quickly dropped, the pup yelping in pain and surprise. Over and over again the man kicked the helpless pup who fell lifeless after the seemingly millionth time of being hit. Bracing herself for the impact that was sure to come, but never came, her eyes sealed tightly shut, her face wincing. Nothing happened, but when she opened her eyes she wished she hadn't. Jason had straddled Vivian, the glass in his hand brought to her face, tracing every feature ever so slowly, the blood running down her face as she whimpered and cried out. Ri's heart told her to save her mother, but her head, her instinct, told her to run. That's what she did,m she ran, she did not try to help her mother because she knew that it would not do any good, she would be killed if she stayed, which was exactly why she left.
. x . Appearance. x .
Catrina's mother was a white pit bull, though her father was a black labrador retriever, rottweiler cross, therefore Cat's short, stickery fur is mostly white, with a few patches of black. Both eyes are unfortunately the same color, but with a few sparks of multiple different shades of brown like amber, honey, chocolate, and even tints of orange which help illustrate the fire she contains. Mostly taking after her mother, Ri has the body of a pit, well muscled and ready to fight. This girl full of flames weighs 45 pounds and measures up to 23 inches to the head from the toes.
