Post by Sabriel O'vere on Dec 10, 2010 4:28:35 GMT -5
FIRST MIDDLE LAST
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
* SHE WEARS SHORT SKIRTS, I WEAR T-SHIRTS.
ABOUT YOU!
[/font]ABOUT YOU!
* FULL NAME Sabriel Jonathan O'vere
* NICK NAMES Sabe
* AGE 30
* BIRTHDAY August 20
* FAVORITE THINGS Running, reading, writing, play-fighting, snuggling
* LEAST FAVORITE THINGS Being wet, being dirty, loud noises, yelling, unneccessary violence
* FEARS Death of his kind, not being worthy, never finding a mate
* GOALS Finding a mate, continuing on with his kind, starting a pack
* BIGGEST SECRET A genetic mutation has left him with the ability to conceive, carry, and give birth.
* WALKIN' THE STREETS WITH YOU
YOUR HISTORY!
[/font]YOUR HISTORY!
* MOTHER Mary Elizabeth O'vere, deceased
* FATHER Thomas Martin O'vere, deceased
* SIBLINGS None
* HOMETOWN Dublin, Ireland
* WHY CAN'T YOU SEE.
BEHIND THE MASK!
[/font]BEHIND THE MASK!
hey, i'm Sabriel! i'm currently 30 years young and living it up in the Eastern Standard timezone. i've been on the scene for one month, and i'm loving it! you can PM me, or talk to me through the cbox and we'll chat the night away! oh and by the way, i also play no other current characters!
* I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN THAT.
THE SAMPLE!
[/font]THE SAMPLE!
America was a lot different then Ireland, that was for sure. Stepping foot in New York City had nearly startled the life right out of Sabriel. In fact, if he weren't here under orders, he would have turned tail and fled. He had to stay, though, and so he made the best of it.
Living on the streets was not desirable, but it was the best Sabriel could do until he found himself a cheap home. So by day he worked at a newspaper editorial, and by night he roamed the streets as the big, new white German Shepherd all of the strays and mutts were learning to respect.
If he'd come here to run a dog pack, then Sabe would be all set. However, that's not what he was here for, and so the strays soon learned to keep their distance when they saw his distinctive white coat.
On this particular night, Sabe had already run into a spot of trouble. Someone's rottie had gotten out and wanted to play King of the Street. Sabriel was taller than the rottie, and no-doubt stronger; definitely more street-smart. His opponent just wouldn't give up, though, and all of the dogs who followed Sabriel were watching eagerly to see if blood was shed. They were mutts, yes, but they weren't stupid. They knew Sabriel wasn't just a normal dog, and so they watched with bright, eager eyes and slavering jaws.
The rottie came at him, sensing the urge for a fight, and Sabriel snarled before charging forward as well. He hated fighting, but he wasn't about to lose his life, and the respect of his kind and these mutts, because of some stupid, pampered pet. When the rottie was close enough, the Shepherd ducked under his snapping jaws and shoved forward, his shoulder slamming into the beast's breastbone.
The impact sent the dog scrambling back over the wet, dirty ground, and Sabriel didn't give it the chance to recover. With another snarl, he leapt at the rottwielier, sending him crashing to the ground and pinning him.
When the rottie's head snapped back, Sabriel's jaws closed around his throat and bit down; ripiping into him with all the cold, merciless drive of a true killer. Sabriel wasn't a killer though, and when the rottie breathed his last breath he vanished into the night. Let the strays have their sudden feast.
Sabriel slipped through the dark alleyways, his jaws and chest ruff splattered by the dark, fresh blood of his kill. He shifted mid-step, bones popping as they rearranged, and knelt on the dirty ground as a naked man. Bright blue eyes flashed in the darkness, and then closed as Sabriel leaned over and vomited.
Living on the streets was not desirable, but it was the best Sabriel could do until he found himself a cheap home. So by day he worked at a newspaper editorial, and by night he roamed the streets as the big, new white German Shepherd all of the strays and mutts were learning to respect.
If he'd come here to run a dog pack, then Sabe would be all set. However, that's not what he was here for, and so the strays soon learned to keep their distance when they saw his distinctive white coat.
On this particular night, Sabe had already run into a spot of trouble. Someone's rottie had gotten out and wanted to play King of the Street. Sabriel was taller than the rottie, and no-doubt stronger; definitely more street-smart. His opponent just wouldn't give up, though, and all of the dogs who followed Sabriel were watching eagerly to see if blood was shed. They were mutts, yes, but they weren't stupid. They knew Sabriel wasn't just a normal dog, and so they watched with bright, eager eyes and slavering jaws.
The rottie came at him, sensing the urge for a fight, and Sabriel snarled before charging forward as well. He hated fighting, but he wasn't about to lose his life, and the respect of his kind and these mutts, because of some stupid, pampered pet. When the rottie was close enough, the Shepherd ducked under his snapping jaws and shoved forward, his shoulder slamming into the beast's breastbone.
The impact sent the dog scrambling back over the wet, dirty ground, and Sabriel didn't give it the chance to recover. With another snarl, he leapt at the rottwielier, sending him crashing to the ground and pinning him.
When the rottie's head snapped back, Sabriel's jaws closed around his throat and bit down; ripiping into him with all the cold, merciless drive of a true killer. Sabriel wasn't a killer though, and when the rottie breathed his last breath he vanished into the night. Let the strays have their sudden feast.
Sabriel slipped through the dark alleyways, his jaws and chest ruff splattered by the dark, fresh blood of his kill. He shifted mid-step, bones popping as they rearranged, and knelt on the dirty ground as a naked man. Bright blue eyes flashed in the darkness, and then closed as Sabriel leaned over and vomited.
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
THE CREDITS!
[/font]THE CREDITS!
so SAM BAM?! of CAUTION 2.0! made this application template,
that was inspired by CARLEE BARLEY?! also of CAUTION,
and sam worked really hard on it, so don't take
this off or she'll send her spork army after you! <3
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