Post by Ɲƴƭe- on Aug 14, 2013 21:49:46 GMT -8
Harley
Female
Five Years
Doberman
Nemilest
Harley is the definition of a refined beauty. Her short haired coat shines in the sunlight and her golden brown eyes are always bright. Coming from a human background, her tail and ears were both modified, and the rest of her body was bred from perfection. She is build like an athlete, and not as muscular as those bred like fighting dogs. Although that does not mean she doesn't fight, for it is far from it. Being a jealous dog, she tends to pick fights with anyone, no matter the size. And the scars under her fur show this.
Her frame stands on an average of 27' in height and shows that of a skinny but muscular fae. She carries herself with her head held high, never wanting to disrespect her breed. Although this being said, she does know how to use her body to get things she wants, as disrespecting herself is something she does not know.
She weights around 75 pounds give or take a meal, but it is mostly that of muscle. Her coloring is known as Black and Tan. Across her coat you can find some evidence of scars from getting in fights, but her fur has grown back over most of them to the point of almost perfection once again. Her eyes show intelligence, but are always very deciving of her mood, as is the rest of her. Always one to show her emotions, and not care otherwise.
Her frame stands on an average of 27' in height and shows that of a skinny but muscular fae. She carries herself with her head held high, never wanting to disrespect her breed. Although this being said, she does know how to use her body to get things she wants, as disrespecting herself is something she does not know.
She weights around 75 pounds give or take a meal, but it is mostly that of muscle. Her coloring is known as Black and Tan. Across her coat you can find some evidence of scars from getting in fights, but her fur has grown back over most of them to the point of almost perfection once again. Her eyes show intelligence, but are always very deciving of her mood, as is the rest of her. Always one to show her emotions, and not care otherwise.
Her slightly intimidating apperance is nothing compared to her personality. Harley is a brute and she knows it. She gladly throws around the fact that she is big and bad, and doesn't care who knows it. She will gladly fight with tooth and nail to defend herself and back up her own words. In fact, there are times she picks fights just to show how big she is.
She's snarky and rude. Not caring who she offends with her words, and often times not caring about anyone else but herself. This often gets her in a bit of trouble, but she never backs down from a challenge. In this way, she is often called crazy.. which is a bit of a trigger word for her now.
Harley is stubborn as all get out, wanting her way and getting upset and angry if it doesn't work out in her favor. If she doesn't want to do something, she wont.. and vice versa. There is no real reason why she turned out the way she did, it was just the way she was ever since she was born.
This all being said, Harley can be more than a little obsessive when she finds someone she likes. She strives to be the best in their eyes, acting like a pawn in a chess game. She'll go where they want her too and do whatever they ask, to a certain extent. This is the only time in which Harley ever really has a soft side. Jelousy rolls very close with this trait, becoming overly jealous to the point of agression. She doesn't like it when others touch her things.
If the situation calls for it, Harley can turn on the charm. She knows how to make others skin crawl with excitement, but rarely do people know this. Because she doesn't usually find those who require this kind of attention from her. But there are many times in which she turns into a tease, it just matters if shes in the mood for games.
She's snarky and rude. Not caring who she offends with her words, and often times not caring about anyone else but herself. This often gets her in a bit of trouble, but she never backs down from a challenge. In this way, she is often called crazy.. which is a bit of a trigger word for her now.
Harley is stubborn as all get out, wanting her way and getting upset and angry if it doesn't work out in her favor. If she doesn't want to do something, she wont.. and vice versa. There is no real reason why she turned out the way she did, it was just the way she was ever since she was born.
This all being said, Harley can be more than a little obsessive when she finds someone she likes. She strives to be the best in their eyes, acting like a pawn in a chess game. She'll go where they want her too and do whatever they ask, to a certain extent. This is the only time in which Harley ever really has a soft side. Jelousy rolls very close with this trait, becoming overly jealous to the point of agression. She doesn't like it when others touch her things.
If the situation calls for it, Harley can turn on the charm. She knows how to make others skin crawl with excitement, but rarely do people know this. Because she doesn't usually find those who require this kind of attention from her. But there are many times in which she turns into a tease, it just matters if shes in the mood for games.
Harley was born mean. Ever since before she could open her eyes she was the brute of her litter. Pushing others around and as they grew, starting all of the rough and tumble fights. Her litter was large, around 9 pups in all. She wasen't the biggest out of them, but she was the meanest. To her human 'masters' she would bite their fingers and tear at their shoes. And when she was old enough to be sold, she came with instructions on how to train an 'unruly puppy'.
The family she went to was nice enough, but the nicest of them all was the young daughter. Harley was bought for her as her protection. The daughter often getting made fun of outside of school once they found out that the girls mother studied Wica. They called her mother a witch and called her a witch as well. When Harley entered the picture, she was kept inside for awhile at first. The 'masters' husband sat down for a few good weeks and trained Harley that strangers were to be scared off if they were not welcome in the house or on the property.
And so, Harley did as she was taught. Any time kids would come around to the familys yard, she would rush the fence, barking and snarling at the kids before going back to her girls side and waiting once again. She was never one to give much affection to the humans, but for the little girl... she started to become protective. Very protective.
One day an older boy brought a large bullmastiff to the gate of Harleys home while the people were gone. She was outside at the time playing with her girl, the babysitter sitting out on the porch watching them. The boy unclipped the giant dogs leash, opened the gate and let him in. Harley saw this and immedietly went in defensive mode.
At first the giant dog pushed right past Harley, shoving her away and grabbed the back of the little girls shirt, shaking her back and fourth. Harley picked herself up as quick as she could. Lunging at the large dogs leg and biting down and tearing upward. The dog tripped up, letting the girl go who got up, crying and running toward the house. It was then the bull dog turned to Harley.
The two faught, tearing and ripping at skin for what seemed like forever, but only ever lasted a good 5 minutes or so before the bull dog lay on his side, begging for Harley's mercy. The doberman was bloodied and scarred. Her whole face was covered with it.. although she did not know if it belonged to her or to the other dog. Harley gave the bulldog one last look before ripping its ear off on one side and spitting it back in his face. The dog ran off and she never saw him again.
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It was not long after that when the war started. Harley's family was evacuated from the area and she was not allowed to come with them. It was probably the saddest moment of her life, watching her girl leave. She tore at the chain link, trying to get to her before they left in a large army truck. And not long they were down the road when Harley heard a loud explosion, and she knew that her girl had died in that truck. She had not been there to protect her like she was taught..
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After that, Harley fled to the streets. Fighting those in her way and turning once again into what she use to be. A large doberman with a nasty attitude.
The family she went to was nice enough, but the nicest of them all was the young daughter. Harley was bought for her as her protection. The daughter often getting made fun of outside of school once they found out that the girls mother studied Wica. They called her mother a witch and called her a witch as well. When Harley entered the picture, she was kept inside for awhile at first. The 'masters' husband sat down for a few good weeks and trained Harley that strangers were to be scared off if they were not welcome in the house or on the property.
And so, Harley did as she was taught. Any time kids would come around to the familys yard, she would rush the fence, barking and snarling at the kids before going back to her girls side and waiting once again. She was never one to give much affection to the humans, but for the little girl... she started to become protective. Very protective.
One day an older boy brought a large bullmastiff to the gate of Harleys home while the people were gone. She was outside at the time playing with her girl, the babysitter sitting out on the porch watching them. The boy unclipped the giant dogs leash, opened the gate and let him in. Harley saw this and immedietly went in defensive mode.
At first the giant dog pushed right past Harley, shoving her away and grabbed the back of the little girls shirt, shaking her back and fourth. Harley picked herself up as quick as she could. Lunging at the large dogs leg and biting down and tearing upward. The dog tripped up, letting the girl go who got up, crying and running toward the house. It was then the bull dog turned to Harley.
The two faught, tearing and ripping at skin for what seemed like forever, but only ever lasted a good 5 minutes or so before the bull dog lay on his side, begging for Harley's mercy. The doberman was bloodied and scarred. Her whole face was covered with it.. although she did not know if it belonged to her or to the other dog. Harley gave the bulldog one last look before ripping its ear off on one side and spitting it back in his face. The dog ran off and she never saw him again.
-
It was not long after that when the war started. Harley's family was evacuated from the area and she was not allowed to come with them. It was probably the saddest moment of her life, watching her girl leave. She tore at the chain link, trying to get to her before they left in a large army truck. And not long they were down the road when Harley heard a loud explosion, and she knew that her girl had died in that truck. She had not been there to protect her like she was taught..
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After that, Harley fled to the streets. Fighting those in her way and turning once again into what she use to be. A large doberman with a nasty attitude.
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