Post by bread on May 28, 2013 16:10:01 GMT -5
Novacaine!
Nova is joining us from a borzoi breeder. this 1 year old is going to celebrate her next birthday on April 1st. she's usually very thoughtful, playful, and sensitive and is really quite good at creeping everyone out. her problem is with being alone. tsk tsk. welcome to MADNESS, hun.
full name: Novacaine
breed face: borzoi
member group: spirit
age: 1 year
likes: thinking, talking, exploring
dislikes: being lonesome, adults, feeling afraid
personality:Novacaine is a true ghost, she spends her days haunting areas and waiting for someone to walk by. She doesn't mean to be scary, she just likes to socialize and play. She mostly talks to younger canines, adults intimidate her and she finds it hard to relate to them. Her mind remains young after her death so her personality is generally upbeat and playful. However, she has a bit of a creepy vibe when she comes out of nowhere to talk to someone and will follow them around until she loses interest or gets told off. She is very sensitive and is easy to become upset from harsh words. She is too young to understand how to keep quiet, so often she will say exactly what is on her mind, with it sometimes coming off as rude. She gets lonely very easily and spends a lot of time ruminating and walking around looking for something fun to do. She spends all day playing and conversing with friendly dogs, and feels lonely and sad at night when she changes into her spirit form and can no longer play.
history:Novacaine was once a newborn puppy born from a borzoi breeder. Her mother gave birth to many pups and tried her best to take care of them all. However, Novacaine was unfortunate. One day her mother got spooked and stepped on Nova by accident, snapping her spine and killing her. Her mother was broken over the loss of her daughter but there was nothing she could do about it. She took extra care over the rest of her litter from that day on. Now, Novacaine wanders the world on her own, trapped in the mindset of a pup. She spends her time playing with the still living, when they're nice enough to hold a conversation with her.
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hello! my name is bread! and i'm excited to be here. i've been roleplaying for about 7 years now. my time zone is mountain. and that's all you need to know about me! oh, and this is what an average post for me looks like:
"Hey, you sure there's gonna be rats in here?" Mutt shook his head at Spadix. What the heck did he know about hunting anyway? Spadix hardly ever hunted, only when Mutt wasn't feeling up to it. However Spadix insisted on hunting in the underground. He did have a point though, it was raining heavily outside and that's not exactly the best weather for tracking down prey. At least in the underground Mutt could smell where rats had been. From there, Mutt went into hunting mode. He crouched low to the ground with his muzzle nearly pressed to the floor, taking deep breaths to pinpoint exactly where his prey was. Mutt followed the trail he found as quickly as he could, knowing that there would be no camouflage in a train tunnel. Mutt smelled the strong scent of a rat's nest and crawled low to the ground, making as little sound as possible. A rat cautiously crawled out from a crack in the tunnel's wall and Mutt sprinted as fast as he could. His jaws snapped at the fleeing prey, hoping he could land a bite but he had no such luck. The rat escaped into the wall and Mutt ended up pushing his muzzle up against the wall, barking into the hole in frustration. He was hungry, as was Spadix. Mutt stared into the hole for a moment then pulled back and sighed.
"Sorry boss, looks like we're going another day without a meal." Mutt's stomach growled, yesterday they hadn't managed a catch either. Mutt's tail hung lower as he wandered away from the rat's nest, hopefully they would come across another chance for a meal on another stretch of the tunnel.
"Sorry boss, looks like we're going another day without a meal." Mutt's stomach growled, yesterday they hadn't managed a catch either. Mutt's tail hung lower as he wandered away from the rat's nest, hopefully they would come across another chance for a meal on another stretch of the tunnel.
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i'll have to send my thousand ninjas after you.
i'll have to send my thousand ninjas after you.