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NAME: slawter
AGE: 3 years
GENDER: female
BREED: argentinian mastiff
PACK: n/a for now

APPEARANCE:

slawter, unlike her personality, is a gorgeous female. slawter is a very large argentinian mastiff, built for her strength above all else. her muscles can be shown beneath her thin white pelt, and are rather impressive; she is often the center of envy. however, still, she remains easy on the eyes. her legs are long and built, making her not only strong, but an effective runner. though speed is not her forte, she excels at endurance and long distance. she is often viewed as intimidating, and with good reason. slawter's chest is wide and strong, often showing her pride. slawter's back is long and strong, able to withstand great amounts of weight. her tail is long and stocky, only able to move up, down, right and left; she finds it hard to make circular, round movements. her paws are very big, and to them clings sharp, ivory claws. they are well in proportion with her body- now, her pelt. her coat is like snow, however can be more than often be tained with crimson, for she has tenancies to... murder? yes, murder. around her eyes and the insides of her legs, slawter has pink hues where skin is poking out a little. and lastly, why those eyes of heres; those ebony, pitless orbs. her eyes are a deep caramel color, making it hard to even see her pupils. overall, she is a very intimidating, beautiful breed.

PERSONALITY:

the good; we can't precisely say slawter posses any good to her, however, she has a couple noble traits. slawter is honest, blunt even. she never holds back what's on her mind. if there's one thing slawter cannon stand it would be liars and dishonesty. another good trait is her loyalty; though she is demented, she believes if she found someone worth following she would, and with a loyal heart. however, she would not change for them; slawter also believes indepandance to an extent. her bravery has two sides, however, is also admired. she herself is a walking contradiction.

the bad; now, this is where it gets good. slawter is a very demented, cruel girl. her morals would seem nonexsistant, for she rarely abides by any laws. she is sadistic, and has a cruel, inhuman sense of humor that targets her as insane. however, she was accept this title; she feeds on her known reputation. though sometimes she seems all bark, no bite, she wouldn't hesitate to bear her teeth into anyone's flesh. her sarcasm knows no limitations, and her hatred for dishonesty is clear, for her blunt honesty clearly states so. terror is her desire, and her sins are unholy, unconsecrated. she is a terrible enemy to have, but a very good ally to posses.

HISTORY:

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i'm a purebred- ya, you heard right bitch. both my parents were of the same breed, meaning of course i'm gonna be one myself. now, my parents were both strays, which i don't mind to much. what i do mind is they had no common sense. they didn't have natural instinct, they really didn't. they bred, and look, you got me here. but after that, nothing. they didn't make an effort with me, no. they did no such thing. we lived around in the slums for awhile and i barely got by, because my parents were lazy bastards. i'd like to think they gave a ratass about me, but it's hard to say. sometime's i liked to think that i was a mistake and a burden. i always fell behind because of my lack of nourishment, and well, it wasn't a good life. we were a family, yeah, but i felt like we were all contestants in some survival reality. i couldn't live with that. so, that's what i got desper- no, i didn't get desperate. i got strong, and because they lacked the moral to teach me, i taught myself. i taught myself through pain, sadism, and so much more. it started when mother began to neglect me. i didn't mind, cause i knew what i was gonna do in response- however, it irritated me i suppose that she so obviously disowned me as time went on. i had had enough, to say in the least. i remember the taste of her blood so well- it was like copper, bitter and sweet. that was perhaps when my insanity started. i got the first taste and how it stuck. father didn't believe it, he simply couldn't. he was worse then mother though- he fucked every female he could find, pretty much. i remember lividly, he targeted me as well. me, his daughter, was a target of his debauchery. his sins were almost as bad as mine. he was next- father perished as well. that was about a year ago, if i remember correctly. time has never meant anything to me, no. only blood, chaos, and perhaps a chance for me someday. now, i wander but i search. i am unsure of what, but alas, i search. and the rest, well the rest if for you all to determine. gimme' your best shot, bitches.