Post by Italian Ale on Oct 11, 2007 15:14:00 GMT -5
personality
Scorpion is a backstabbing, two timing son of a bitch, and i mean literally. He thinks about no one but himself, and does nothing unless it benefits him. If he meets another female he will seduce her, toy with her and make her want him then he will either rape her or completely ignore her. He is the biggest liar and will tend to lie about everything just to get his way. He will tell you what you want to hear then, much like a scorpion, he will sting you with his venom. He uses his unique looks to attract people and he will put on the innocent good boy look to get to know peoples secrets, then when he has the chance, he will use them against other dogs. He is very athletic and loves to fight, and if need be, he will attack sometimes without reason. He hates being teased and will bite back at you if you dare get on his nerves. He doesn't have friends, at least not real ones, the ones he has he uses for some benefit. In general he is an evil two timer, best to not know than to want as a friend.
appearance
Scorpion is a normal looking Doberman, though his only defect, per say, is his fur, which is of an abnormal pale white color. This is because of a genetic mutation in the pigmentation of the skin. He has a deep, broad chest, and a powerful, compact, and square muscular body of medium size. He stands 27.5 inches tall (66 to 77 cm) and weighs around 80 pounds. Though the dobermans are born with long tails, Scorpion's tail was docked when he was still a pup and as a result he has a stump of a tail. The short tail allows him to have a more slender look to him. His ears prick up straight, them too having been docked, and the pink insides of them contrast with the white fur. He has a lovely pink nose which make his white teeth shine. The contour of his paws are pink to match his paws, and his nails are white.
history
Not much is known about Scorpions past, as he himself doesn't much remember it. He was born as an only child and his parents were both known famous winners of beauty contests. So, much to their dismay, they had an albino son. This proved to them to be much a problem as Scorpion's skin was very sensitive to the sun. Whenever he was to be taken outside for a walk he had to be or covered up or he'd get sick. He was always a problem to his family and soon they sent him off to obedience school, which he failed miserably.
One day Scorpion wondered out and came across a park, though the park was deserted and the decor was based on a desert, somehow a scorpion came into the park, and as Scorpion watched it amazed, the scorpion stung him.
He wondered back home and came across stray dogs as he did so. The whole idea of it amazed him and he soon walked out on his family, not that they were sad about it. So as the days passed Scorpion learned to fend for himself and do whatever he likes, this changed his character drastically, and soon enough, he became known for being a two timer. He always has the fixed thought of himself, which he most likely got from his parents, and he likes what he his. So even now Scorpion wonders the streets and tries to act as friendly with everyone as he can, but even the scorpion has a stinger and he's not afraid to use it.
((from Fetch!...))
Blizzard sat atop the large cliff, right on the edge, staring out at the endless white land. He was in deep thought, about his family, his past and how far he'd come. The white lab, was almost camouflaged in the whiteness of the land. The view that he saw through his beady eyes was magnificent and so very peaceful. In the not so far distance you could see many people busy doing things that they did everyday, going to work, and busying with all sorts of things. From where he sat it all seemed like a whole different world, like the two worlds had been divided into the wild and the tame.
Though where he sat was very dangerous he wasn't scared, in fact the whole idea of sitting on the edge of a dangerous cliff intrigued him and the view from where he sat was just so peaceful. He had been lucky to have found a city, for he feared that he wouldn't have been able to fight off the winter in the wilderness.
He licked his nose where a snowflake had fallen and he smiled at the many flakes that started to fall soon after. He loved the winter, well apart from the wretched cold, he loved the snow and the peacefulness it added to the world. He lifted his rear from where he had been sitting on a small rock, and looked over the edge to notice just how steep and dangerous it was. The cliff side was full of brambles, thorns and many sharp rocks and he didn't want to think of how people had come out of a fall like that alive.
His head jerked back to a thump sound but when he looked he was relieved of the fact that it was just a tree loosing the snow from its branches. Many of the tree's, in fact all, were covered with a small layer of snow, which reminded Blizzard of the quilt he had once had at home. Yet as the thought of home came back into his mind he sighed and became sad again. He didn't want to think about home and instead he looked out at the view once more, and taking his seat on the small freezing rock where he had sat before.
Blizzard sat atop the large cliff, right on the edge, staring out at the endless white land. He was in deep thought, about his family, his past and how far he'd come. The white lab, was almost camouflaged in the whiteness of the land. The view that he saw through his beady eyes was magnificent and so very peaceful. In the not so far distance you could see many people busy doing things that they did everyday, going to work, and busying with all sorts of things. From where he sat it all seemed like a whole different world, like the two worlds had been divided into the wild and the tame.
Though where he sat was very dangerous he wasn't scared, in fact the whole idea of sitting on the edge of a dangerous cliff intrigued him and the view from where he sat was just so peaceful. He had been lucky to have found a city, for he feared that he wouldn't have been able to fight off the winter in the wilderness.
He licked his nose where a snowflake had fallen and he smiled at the many flakes that started to fall soon after. He loved the winter, well apart from the wretched cold, he loved the snow and the peacefulness it added to the world. He lifted his rear from where he had been sitting on a small rock, and looked over the edge to notice just how steep and dangerous it was. The cliff side was full of brambles, thorns and many sharp rocks and he didn't want to think of how people had come out of a fall like that alive.
His head jerked back to a thump sound but when he looked he was relieved of the fact that it was just a tree loosing the snow from its branches. Many of the tree's, in fact all, were covered with a small layer of snow, which reminded Blizzard of the quilt he had once had at home. Yet as the thought of home came back into his mind he sighed and became sad again. He didn't want to think about home and instead he looked out at the view once more, and taking his seat on the small freezing rock where he had sat before.