loco's log

[El Loco]

.:. S E L E N A .:.



name selena
gender distaff
age one
alliance pure
position deputy
breed border collie

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color black | white | varies shades of grey
eye color black topaz
size smallish for now; she still has growing to do
coat length a bit longer than medium, but not as lengthy as long
markings black mask that extends over her ears, and black hindquarters and tail; all feet are white; her hind feet have a white stripe that streaks the corner and insides of her legs
defects none really

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personality Selena is rather spirited, eager to beat up anybody who decides to call her whimpy. She is adventrous and loves to explore anything and everything. She loves to pull pranks, or joke about something or rather, and enjoys coming up with ways to embarass someone. She is a very outgoing canine, who seems to always be making new friends, or enemies. Full of life, which you could notice with her hyperness and rather animated behavior. However, she is rather hard to get along with, because she is easily annoyed with pointless gossip or chatter. She loves to create, obsessed more rather. Some of her favorite hobbies involve drawing in the dirt with her toenails or paw painting with blood, or any other liquid she can find.

Selena is fearless. Well, for the most part, but there isn't anything she won't do, especially if it's a dare of any kind. She doesn't stand for any form of bullying, or bullies (yet she does bully her friends sometimes) are mean to others. If she sees a bully, she usually just beats them up, on a rare occasion, she will get a senior or something. Er, at least, she attempts to beat them up. Being light weight, and short, she tends to only be able to bite or claw them semi-hard. She is loyal to her friends and would do anything she could for them. If you decide to be her friend, you're stuck with her for life. Unless, though it is rare, she betrays them, or just decides not to be friends with her. Being highly stubborn, she refuses to accept defeat, or help from anyone. She will often silence herself and refuse to answer a question or reply when talked to.

She cannot stand to be left out of anything. She has a strange obsession with being involved in anything and everything possible. She tends to invade on other people, however. She is very secretive, and no one knows any of her secrets. She hides her true feelings about everything, and likes to make herself appear to be the perfect pack member. She has difficulty keeping other canine's secrets, and tends to blab them to her friends, or just random dogs she sees. She has a poor memory, unless it is something precious to her, and forgets things often. But she is trustworthy, and if you have a problem, she will listen and try to help you as best she can.

Selena has a very bad temper, and isn't very forgiving it you really went and crossed the line. Though she doesn't lose her temper often, she tends to keep it bottled up, and to herself. Though when she does, she turns sarcastic, rude, a bit crude, starts to yell and will probably toss a few swear words into the deal. And then she will usually break down and cry at the end of it all. Side note - she often holds grudges, for years even, if to her, is a good reason. Overall, she has a gentle temperament, and a high patience level, but when she snaps, you might was to back away, just back away slowly.

She is only afraid of two things, really. Heights and being alone. Strangely enough, though she is terrified of heights, she enjoys climbing as high as she can, in order to out-climb the boys. But if she looks down, she will get very dizzy, start puking, and most likely fall from the object she was climbing. Her fear materialized when her mother passed away, as did her fear of being alone. Unless in a blind state of sorrow, she has to have somebody around her to talk to or goof around with, or she goes nutty. This mostly has to do with something in her history. (see below)

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history Born in a broken down warehouse, blind, deaf, and the only feeling she had was that of her mother's coarse fur under her paws, and the ruff teat in her mouth. After about two weeks, her mother left, and didn't come back. Her father found her, huddled in a rough, holey wool blanket, and kept her alive. Though just barely. She remembers little about either of her parents, but she does remember that her father never bit her, and that his voice was a throaty cough most of the time.

Being unfamiliar to the war between the tainted and the pure, she did not know of her father's curse. Though that soon changed. As she grew up, little by little, her father told her stories of brave warrirors who fought off demons who stole the skins of dogs. Selena was fascinated by this. By the time she was about ten months old, her father told her what he was, but that she was safe, because he was bitten after her concievment.

Terrified, though mostly from shock, she fled and hid in a broken building for almost three months. She didn't come out, except around midnight, to eat. When she finally did emerge, she was mostly skin, bones, and mangy fur. She wandered for five or so weeks, regaining her health, and searching for her father, or others of her kind.

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mom .unknown [was abandoned before her eyes opened]
dad rapturered [turned tainted]
siblings .none; they all died
pups [to be filled]
mate Seth

other

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[El Loco]

name Oron
gender male
age 7.5
alliance tainted
breed .unknown [his appearance is so malled that his breed cannot be identified]

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color leathery brown
eye color milky opaque green [he's blind]
size small
coat length has no fur
markings none, except dark welts and spot all over his body; white tuffs of fur at the tips of his ears and a white, wispy mohawk
defects infected

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personality Oron is rather blunt. He doesn't really understand trust, or what it means to trust, and so doesn't trust. He knows what pain is, however, and relies on the pain he feels in his heart to motivate himself. He is filled with rage, and he craves to bring revenge upon his family who abandoned him. He can be rather selfish at times, often be seen bulling those who are weaker than him. Although, that number is few, and when he does try to beat someone's brains in, he usually ends up half dead. He knows no fear, except for the presence of others near him, and his family who haunts his dreams in which he relives one moment in his past which he can't seem to avoid.

He isn't loyal in any aspect, and will back stab you in a heartbeat when given the chance. He uses his young age to her advantage to gain what he needs to survive, and doesn't think twice about the pain he causes others. He finds amusement in others unhappiness, and can't help himself but laugh about it. He is, however, rather inwardly retracted, and often finds himself oblivious to all around himself, because he has retreated far into himself.

The only words he seems to know how to say are words of insult or jeering or some form of a rude sentence. He is vaguely familiar with kindness, though his rage has blinded him almost completely to it. He will grow very jealous of anyone who remotely seems happy, and add them to his personal 'hit list.' [ok, you probably get it by now, he's a sadistic evil little dog who needs to seriously get a live, so I won't ramble on his personality anymore]

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history Born to a fat, old lady who pampered her pets with extreme luxury. His father was a high class champion, bred through many years to perfection, his mother, also a high class champion, though more in the beauty and care looks, rather than the sporting contests. After his first birthday, that the disease spread across the nation. His mother and father, more concerned with their looks and awards, and how they would maintain that status, took to the streets, fleeing with the fat old lady to Minnesota.

Left behind, he wandered the streets, looking for his kind. Months went by, and still no sign of them, or anyone else for that matter. One night, a rather clouded night to be exact, in which it was a new moon, he was bitten by an infected flea. Over the next hours, he felt immense pain, and a burning fever overtook his neck and face. When it was over, he felt normal, except the sunlight sorched him, gasoline was something to be feared above all other earthly objects, and he had a gnawing thirst for flesh. Fresh, raw flesh. Blood, liver... he could name it all.

As the months passed, he learned to hunt at night, in the shadows, out of sight. He got in a fight with a pure, spilling the chicken's blood across the pavement, the young puppy left to die in the streets, bitten and cursed with the same disease. Five days after that, the ugly excuse for a living being's, or more rather a beating heart, food, since that's all it was to him, mother sought him out, hunting him across New York. Finally catching up with him, he ambushed him.

The fight was a brutal one, in which Oron lost all his fur, and the sight in both eyes. Most of his teeth were knocked out, and he was left covered in blood and bruises. Knowing the sun was soon to show, he dragged himself into the shade of a building, hiding, waiting out the day until night. And there he waited. Not too long after, he met the leader of the Tainted Ones, and pledged his allegiance to them, until he should die in battle or of the sun.

./I pledge allegiance.\
./To the Tainted Ones forever.\
./May their ways prove fruitful.\
./And may they overpower the pure.\
./For if I should die before the daylight.\
./May my corpse rot throughout the streets.\
./And bring upon the pure.\
./A curse they will never forget.\

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mom Josephine
dad Chipper
siblings none
pups hates pups
mate would kill his mate before he realized she was his mate

other nope; erm.. I was a bit unsure on the history thing, part.. so if there is anything not legit, please say so xD