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Post by sharpie on Sept 8, 2010 19:30:26 GMT
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Post by sharpie on Sept 8, 2010 19:33:39 GMT
( RAGDOLL ) ( I CAN'T STAND TO FLY ) Hero's Alias: Ragdoll, aka "Doll" and "Aironine"
Years of Experience: Seven
Underneath the Mask: Female
Hero or Villian?: Canine
The Costume: Basenji
Allies: The Lexis Tribe
( I'M NOT THAT NAIVE )
How to be a Hero:
Ragdoll's maturity level has yet to catch up with her age, she loves to play rough and tumble games with pup's (or anyone for that matter) and can often been seen with a excited expression on her face. As a result of her childish view on the world she can often be found amusing herself with such objects as leaves, or the low hanging branches on trees, never puddles though-she hates getting wet. Another aspect brought on by her playful view is that life is just one big adventure to her, and every bad thing that happens just proves this to her, because like every adventure, a hero is needed...and that hero is her. As a part of this hero act, she calls herself Aironine when she is trying to save someone and says that when she jumps, she is actually flying. Even if she is just a clumsy, over affectionate basenji who is prone to getting into trouble, she still thinks that she has to try and save others around her. So far the only ones she has ever saved are drowning bugs, but hey, it's a start, right?
Ragdoll is rather prone to having accidents, even if she would like to think she is graceful. She is often tripping over her paws which can prove rather painful seeing as she seems to run just about everywhere. It's not like she can help it either, no matter how much she tries to calm down and stop dashing about, she can't-she gets distracted by things much to easily. It's a shame really, because her breed is normally quite elegant when it comes to moving about and she has been mocked for this in the past.
One of the more expected aspect of her personality is her loving nature, she easily becomes attached to others around her, providing they are nice to her. She can seem a bit 'clingy' at times, too, not wanting to leave someone once she gets to like them and it can take a bit of persuading before she gets the message that they don't want her around all of the time. As of yet, she hasn't found her "sidekick", someone to stick with her through thick and thin, helping her save canines and felines alike, but she is sure one day she will find a friend who is perfect for the job.
Superpowers:
& Kryptonite:
( I'M JUST OUT TO FIND )
The Tights:
Ragdoll is a red basenji, and as expected the main part of her short coat is a pale brown-red. Her belly, back paws and the bottom halves of her front legs, however, are white and as a result often end up looking grey thanks to dirt. She didn't like baths when she had humans looking after her, so finds little reason to wash the white parts now. However, on occasion, she gives into a cat like feature of her breed-grooming herself. She has the typical body shape for her breed, right down to her curled up tail. Her eyes are dark brown, and almond shaped, however the wrinkles on her forehead often make her look like she is squinting at something. Another thing to be noticed is that she is slightly smaller than most basenji.
Flying: 14 inches
& Falling: 19 pounds
( THE BETTER PART OF ME )
How to Gain Your Cape:
Ragdoll started out life like any other dog-with her birth. She was the runt of the litter, so to speak-she was the smallest pup and the last to be born. However, she didn't let this get her down and she was always trying her hardest to keep up with her three siblings, no matter the challenge. Days passed into weeks of playing as they the garden of the home they were currently living in, their parents watching them grow with surprisingly sad smiles because they knew what had to happen next.
One day when all four puppies were playing in the garden a family came in, holding a poster and babbling about purchasing a puppy. Ragdoll didn't understand what was happening until her oldest brother was picked up and taken away. The next week the same thing happened, only this time it was her sister who was taken. Ragdoll had been so confused "What's happening mummy!?" She had asked barely seconds before she was plucked off of the floor another week later. It was her turn to leave and she really didn't want to. She had squirmed and yelped, hoping she would be put back but in the end she was placed into the back of a car and taken 'home' to where here new playmate was waiting.
As it turned out, her new playmate was a young girl by the name of Sophia. Ragdoll, deciding the little girl was not to blame for her being taken away from her family, settled in rather well, though she never really grew to like Sophia's father-the man who had bought her. Sophia influenced Ragdoll in one big area, she was a fan of adventure stories and superheroes, so as Ragdoll grew, so did her love of the imaginative tales and her enjoyment of Sophia's company. They both were bundles of energy and so got on rather well, tiring each other out and then falling asleep, watching stars through the window.
Years went by within these simple bliss, and even as Sophia grew older, gained more friends and went out more often, Ragdoll remained loyal to her, right to the bitter, bitter end that day. Sophia was playing with Ragdoll when she collapsed, stopping breathing within minutes and sending Ragdoll into a blind panic, nudging the girl for hours, begging her to be okay. She wasn't though, she was dead, killed by disease. Ragdoll didn't bother going to check on Sophia's parents, she could smell them after days of not leaving Sophia and so she moved on, looking for somewhere else to belong.
This, however, proved to be rather difficult, the city was in a state of disarray, two groups (cats and dogs) fighting against each other. Deciding that the city needed a hero, she became the clumsy hero "Aironine" and though, she never really saved anyone, it gave her a sense of purpose. It wasn't until a year later though, she heard of the Lexis Tribe, a group of cats and dogs living in harmony, and went to join them. Now she had a purpose and a place to call home, the bad memories became ghosts at the back of her mind.
Beating time:
( I'M MORE THAN A BIRD...I'M MORE THAN A PLANE )
Credits: Format by me, Sharpie, at Conflicted Rivals. Lyrics by Five for Fighting. [/size][/color][/font] |
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