ANABELLE (WIP - HISTORY)

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ANABELLE

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three • female • domestic canine • weimaraner • loner • loner
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PERSONALITY |

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In my dreams, I could be a Princess, and that's what I was. Like most little girls, I believed nothing less than a Prince could make my dreams come true.

Doesn't every young girl share the same dream in their youth? Sitting among peers, giggling and sharing gossip, usually about the boy they're sure will come and sweep them off their feet - or the current infatuation that they've mistakenly assumed has done so. Every girl has their Prince Charming, dashing and gallant, brave and willing to give his life to protect her. A knight in shining armor. True love. Every waking moment is spent with head in the clouds, awaiting the cadence of a quick approaching steed, white as snow, carrying upon it everything they have waited for all their lives.

Eventually, those girls grew up and realized that wasn't how the world worked - life didn't owe you anything, especially not happiness or love. You had to work your ass off for every little thing, and you reveled in the small triumphs. The more you expected to be handed to you, the less you came out with in the end. Well, Belle isn't so different from those girls - but the truth is, she never fully grew out of this fantastical period. Sure, she is not naive enough to believe that everything would be handed to her; she is as hard to the world as they come, having developed a silver tongue and a quick wit, but she never gave up on that fairy tale life that had eluded so many.

Some call her a hopeless romantic, others call her gullible - and well, hell, maybe she is a bit of both. Anabelle has this strange, somewhat petty fascination with being a damsel in distress. It's not merely the fact that she enjoys the confrontation, but eagerly awaits the arrival of her aide - a strong, reliable, honest male who makes her the center of his universe. Is that really so much to ask?

• likes | being appreciated, wanted, sought after, admired. likes getting herself into trouble and having to find a way out. likes flirting.
• dislikes | people who tell her she is delusional, childish, or naive. when one of her ploys to find her perfect man doesn't succeed.
• goals | to find her prince.
• fears | losing or never finding the one.
• strengths | strategy, intelligence, bravery.
• weaknesses | overly zealous, reckless, trusts males too easily.
• mental disorders | none.

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Beautiful is a bit of an understatement when speaking of this little lady - somewhere between the fine silk hairs, the sheen of her coat, and the twinkle in her eye, there lies something more than just a princess. She has the typical looks of a Weimaraner: long legs built for running, an aerodynamic frame as well, an impressive set of muscles, big velvety ears, and those golden tinged eyes always alight with mischief. What sets her apart from her peers is a small matter of looks, but a big matter of pedigree. While her blood is that of a pure Weimaraner, she is not considered to meet the norm. She is of the long hair variety, and therefore regarded as disqualified for breed standard; though there is no doubt she is beautiful in her own way, this is something that has made her quite self conscious from time to time.

• height | twenty four inches
• weight | fifty five pounds
• fur colour | silver
• eye colour | golden
• scars | small abrasions
• noticeable features | none
• physical disorders | none

HISTORY | [/font]

Write history here. At least 150 words.

Her pack was wiped out by another more paranoid pack
For some reason she was kept alive and lived with the other pack as a slave/scapegoat
A new pack forms in her old territory and the paranoid pack immediately declares war because they think they're in danger of being killed
She meets a male from the new rival pack and they fall in love with each other
After helping the male eliminate the paranoid pack she lives with the male in his pack
After she witnesses something she assumes the male doesn't love her and she leaves without telling anyone

• season born | spring
• place of birth | outside hexasol
• family | mother father
• memorable events | death of her parents. destruction of old pack, becoming member of newer pack. meeting ---. eliminating new pack. witnesses male flirting. runs away to hexasol.

SAMPLE | [/font]

The English Setter was taking his first tour, having finally settled comfortably into the lifestyle of a stray dog in this new city. Though admittedly, traveling underground first probably wasn't one of his best ideas. Amongst all the litter, dirt, and vermin, was no place for a prince such as he. However, a look over the city required that he mingle with peasants, walk on their filthy streets, and sometimes even come into physical contact with one, as dreadful as it was. Older humans always seemed to want to pet him, and annoying little children always seemed to be grabbing for whatever clump of fur they could tug on; his ears were sore from nearly being torn off his head on several occasions. It figured, of course, that even the stupidest of humans would be able to see his elegance, and instead of simply telling him to shoo as they would any other mongrel, they would beckon him to them, so that they may shower him in appreciation, praise, and wonderment for his astonishing looks.

Now that he had managed to duck around these poor people, pedestrians as they call them here in the states, and make his way into the subway, he was in a much happier disposition; despite the wretched stench, and the layers of dirt, this place was a lot quieter than the world above. There was the occasional sound of a pair of heavy boots stomping around, but for the most part, the only humans in this place were asleep or reading their newspapers; probably waiting for the sub... or whatever they ran down here. From the looks of the place, one would never guess that the old metal monster still made trips through the area. Regardless, the hustle and bustle that was often associated with Subways did not even even begin to apply here; this must have been one of the most boring places the dog had ever been. There weren't even any other canines here! But perhaps that was for the best; that would be one less foul, loathsome dog trying to get a good sniff at his derrière.

• link to image of character | HERE
• where did you find CR? | ADS

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