Post by seriously on Apr 28, 2013 15:31:34 GMT -5
. x . Name . x .
Lazaro
. x . Alias . x .
Lazaro, Laz
. x . Age . x .
2 Years
. x . Gender . x .
Male
. x . Breed . x .
Border Collie
. x . Sexuality . x .
Heterosexual
. x . Stock . x .
<3
. x . Personality . x .
[sweet]
everyone he meets gets the same kind greeting full of love, which will continue through the whole time he knows that individual for lazaro is a very difficult canine to aggrivate with such a sugar sweet personality which is most apparent towards children and females
[polite]
no hesitation is made in using all manners, sitting with back straight posture and minding his please, thank you's, most women are addressed with ma'am most men with sir, his mind is permanently wired to speak with such generosity
[stutter]
worst of all his disposition would be his lack of ability to properly speak, even with manners in tact, laz can never seem to get the words out without choking on them first, it matters not whom he is speaking to, it is a constant issue not one that can be paused or utterly stopped
[pessimistic]
only towards himself and situations he gets into, lazaro tends to think of the dark side, the negative in a story, which in his mind always has a terrible ending, and his insecurities about himself are always thick in his mind, though towards others, the shepherd tends to think of them higher then himself
[shy]
around his own age, it is not very hard at all to make this male stop and blush like mad, for his tender heart is shy, sensitive and always taking things the wrong way, also, it is not easy at all to hide his emotions towards others which means his love will not go undetected
[klutz]
lacking swagger and a smooth approach, lazaro is weak on his feet around his crushes and pals, as well as strangers who he tends to meet at the worst moments, his mind seems to fog when it is time to socialize, practically blinding him from reality which makes him prone to running into things
. x . Appearance . x .
This handsome Collie is 20 inches tall, at the whithers, and 45 pounds. All four of his paws have white on them, having socks on his back paws, and stockings on the front. There is white on his chest, shoulders, above his rear, forehead, and a little on the muzzle. Both of Lazaro's ears are a light chocolate brown. Pretty much all of the brown on his fur is a "light chocolate" brown, including his nose. Around his eyes and cheeks, the brown seems to lighten up and turn into some mixture of brown and creme. Lazaro has a fairly fluffy tail, also brown, but as it gets to the tip, becomes white. There are a few light spots above his eyes, and on both of his hips. The Border Collie's eyes are a wide variety of different shades including honey and brown. His long, thick fur is constantly getting dirty, clumps of dirt sticking to the long tuffs hanging down.
. x . History . x .
Born into a family like any other two years ago, Lazaro was a middle child as far as time of birth as well as size went. Most families in the neighborhood were suffering badly in poverty, though his own was not included, however they were not high in ranking nor were they particularly wealthy. Basically they had money, they knew how to use it correctly which was why they were somewhat considered rich in the particular area in which they originated. Each of his five siblings each strutted the wealth which their humans had, all family members excluding himself did, Lazaro preferred to sit back and watch them brag on and on to other canines in the land. Hardly ever did he speak for the first few months of his life, only the occasional answer to his strict parents, or a murmur of a comment that was never rude, always a compliment. For it was not fear that ate his words, but the fact that he knew if he talked, it would not come out melodious as others. It would be trash hardly depict-able to anyone, even the smartest of brains found it troubling to pick apart his stutter to create words. Though after being poked and prodded to speak in front of his family, the truth spilled throughout them, then seeped from the mouths of kin in the cracks of neighbors, and all over the town before he became the laughing stalk to all but one. Roman was her name, her voice was beautiful, almost like a lullaby to him who was only a year old and living in the shadows to avoid humiliation. Roman must have been doing some hiding of her own, for she had lived in the same barn as the shepherd for weeks before she even showed her face which was strown with the most beautiful black and blue markings he had ever seen, though she was no pure bred. No, no, Roman was a mutt, a concoction of many generations of breeding to create a creature so intriguing as herself who was also smart, calm, and considerably easy to talk to for Lazaro. For the first time, he opened up to someone that wasn't himself. Roman absorbed all his secrets, his feelings, she taught him to speak normally, then how to love her, which he did with no hesitation. They were a fairy tale couple which had became a reality, though it did not last long at all. A couple months before it was ruined. Forever gone was the love of his life. Kidnapped by a mate she had before him, harsh, cruel, the reason for her hiding in the barn along with him. Finally, Lazaro had convinced her to linger away from the dark she had been living in for her life. It had been perfect at first, they were adored, they socialized, but word got out, he came back, he took her before Lazaro even had a chance to wake up, when he finally did though, his love was gone. Something had come back though, that hell of a stutter and hid shell he learned to live in.
Lazaro
. x . Alias . x .
Lazaro, Laz
. x . Age . x .
2 Years
. x . Gender . x .
Male
. x . Breed . x .
Border Collie
. x . Sexuality . x .
Heterosexual
. x . Stock . x .
<3
. x . Personality . x .
[sweet]
everyone he meets gets the same kind greeting full of love, which will continue through the whole time he knows that individual for lazaro is a very difficult canine to aggrivate with such a sugar sweet personality which is most apparent towards children and females
[polite]
no hesitation is made in using all manners, sitting with back straight posture and minding his please, thank you's, most women are addressed with ma'am most men with sir, his mind is permanently wired to speak with such generosity
[stutter]
worst of all his disposition would be his lack of ability to properly speak, even with manners in tact, laz can never seem to get the words out without choking on them first, it matters not whom he is speaking to, it is a constant issue not one that can be paused or utterly stopped
[pessimistic]
only towards himself and situations he gets into, lazaro tends to think of the dark side, the negative in a story, which in his mind always has a terrible ending, and his insecurities about himself are always thick in his mind, though towards others, the shepherd tends to think of them higher then himself
[shy]
around his own age, it is not very hard at all to make this male stop and blush like mad, for his tender heart is shy, sensitive and always taking things the wrong way, also, it is not easy at all to hide his emotions towards others which means his love will not go undetected
[klutz]
lacking swagger and a smooth approach, lazaro is weak on his feet around his crushes and pals, as well as strangers who he tends to meet at the worst moments, his mind seems to fog when it is time to socialize, practically blinding him from reality which makes him prone to running into things
. x . Appearance . x .
This handsome Collie is 20 inches tall, at the whithers, and 45 pounds. All four of his paws have white on them, having socks on his back paws, and stockings on the front. There is white on his chest, shoulders, above his rear, forehead, and a little on the muzzle. Both of Lazaro's ears are a light chocolate brown. Pretty much all of the brown on his fur is a "light chocolate" brown, including his nose. Around his eyes and cheeks, the brown seems to lighten up and turn into some mixture of brown and creme. Lazaro has a fairly fluffy tail, also brown, but as it gets to the tip, becomes white. There are a few light spots above his eyes, and on both of his hips. The Border Collie's eyes are a wide variety of different shades including honey and brown. His long, thick fur is constantly getting dirty, clumps of dirt sticking to the long tuffs hanging down.
. x . History . x .
Born into a family like any other two years ago, Lazaro was a middle child as far as time of birth as well as size went. Most families in the neighborhood were suffering badly in poverty, though his own was not included, however they were not high in ranking nor were they particularly wealthy. Basically they had money, they knew how to use it correctly which was why they were somewhat considered rich in the particular area in which they originated. Each of his five siblings each strutted the wealth which their humans had, all family members excluding himself did, Lazaro preferred to sit back and watch them brag on and on to other canines in the land. Hardly ever did he speak for the first few months of his life, only the occasional answer to his strict parents, or a murmur of a comment that was never rude, always a compliment. For it was not fear that ate his words, but the fact that he knew if he talked, it would not come out melodious as others. It would be trash hardly depict-able to anyone, even the smartest of brains found it troubling to pick apart his stutter to create words. Though after being poked and prodded to speak in front of his family, the truth spilled throughout them, then seeped from the mouths of kin in the cracks of neighbors, and all over the town before he became the laughing stalk to all but one. Roman was her name, her voice was beautiful, almost like a lullaby to him who was only a year old and living in the shadows to avoid humiliation. Roman must have been doing some hiding of her own, for she had lived in the same barn as the shepherd for weeks before she even showed her face which was strown with the most beautiful black and blue markings he had ever seen, though she was no pure bred. No, no, Roman was a mutt, a concoction of many generations of breeding to create a creature so intriguing as herself who was also smart, calm, and considerably easy to talk to for Lazaro. For the first time, he opened up to someone that wasn't himself. Roman absorbed all his secrets, his feelings, she taught him to speak normally, then how to love her, which he did with no hesitation. They were a fairy tale couple which had became a reality, though it did not last long at all. A couple months before it was ruined. Forever gone was the love of his life. Kidnapped by a mate she had before him, harsh, cruel, the reason for her hiding in the barn along with him. Finally, Lazaro had convinced her to linger away from the dark she had been living in for her life. It had been perfect at first, they were adored, they socialized, but word got out, he came back, he took her before Lazaro even had a chance to wake up, when he finally did though, his love was gone. Something had come back though, that hell of a stutter and hid shell he learned to live in.
