Evil spirit of the night - Lilith

NAME: Call me Lilith
AGE: I'm one year old
GENDER: Don't you have eyes? I'm a female!
BREED: Staffordshire Terrier, now don't you dare call me pitbull!
PACK: A pack? Not yet. Interesting ideas though...

APPEARANCE:

Well I just simply don't know where to start. You've probably noticed my nice and shiny coat. Yes, it's a healthy fur. Show quality, I know. Stupid humans. My black and with some brindle coat would of made those judges be all over me. I also have this nice lightning like white line going from my chin down my neck and chest. What more makes me beautiful? My very dark eyes, borderline black don't you find? Does it feel like looking in the devil's eyes? I'm sure it does.

As a true Staffordshire terrier, I stand on my short muscular paws and have a large solid tight skinned body. My ears are semi-pricked, thankfully my humans didn't butcher them to make them "prettier". Pff! What an idea! You need to know more? Well, as you can see, not only my legs are muscular. Staffordshire terrier means muscular, strong, robust dog! I'm proud of my bully looks and wouldn't change a thing about myself.

I think we can end this by saying that I'm perfectly beautiful!

PERSONALITY:

strengths ;
Alert . Ambitious . Charming . Clever .

weaknesses ;
Arrogant . Cold-hearted . Critical . Unstable .

You want to know what's inside Lilith's head? Who could better answer you're question than the Queen herself!? To resume I'm a round the clock guard dog. Always alert and on guard, expecting anything and ready for everything. I'm very clever and charming which makes me want to fool around with others to achieve my goals. Yes, I'm a very ambitious female and do plan on achieving everything I want.

Sometimes, I don't think my words through and just blur them out before rethinking how the other may feel about what I just said. Not that I give a dam about how the other may feel. If they can't handle words might as well go kill themselves right away! They won't make it in this cruel world. I guess I'm a critical staffie, always the first to judge someone and stick to that idea. If I judge that you're not worth my time, I can get pretty mean. I'm not the one that will physically attack first, I'm more of a bomb maker. I can make a cute puppy become a serial killer! I like fooling around with others minds and corrupting the young ones. After all they're going to build the future one day...

HISTORY:

My story until now has been short since I'm only 12 months old. Just like most puppies, I spent my first three months with my mother and siblings. Back then, I didn't have a clue about what awaited me. As of now though I have a clear image of what I expect of myself. I liked the beginning of my life, it seemed so easy and safe.My mother, Maya, was a grand champion conformation staffordshire terrier. She had won many events and she also said my father won events. Mother said that father was an agility dog but still had a high conformation. She never mentioned his name though...

The day came were humans started to visit the house to see us staffordshire terrier puppies. My two brothers where adopted first, then myself. Leaving behind three other sisters and mother. The woman who adopt me was a sweet human, too sweet to handle my hard breed. She had no dog owning experience, hell! Who adopts a bully breed without even knowing how to control a dog?! Any who. She sold me at the age of 7months, I was getting too strong for her to handle and I had taken habits of getting what I wanted with a mean growl and some teeth showing.

After Sarah had sold me to another human, a man this time, things had gotten tensed. I don't know if this guy had ever owned another dog before, I did hope that he didn't for a little while. This man was mean and always angry. He would always be yelling at the other humans who came to the house and would yell at me. One day when he did get in my face and was about to hit me again, I couldn't hold back the lunge and my jaws. I lunged strait at his face and locked on. I then shook my head violently as this stupid human screamed and fell to the ground.

I let go of him and looked back at the other scared humans in the house. I didn't loose a second to run of through the screen door and off in the streets. I had killed the one that fed me and now had to survive as a stray. A stray, pff! What a disappointment to myself, to my mother, to my beautiful breed. I had to change my plans for my future. Have a plan that excluded humans because I had lost all trust in their kind and didn't want to have to do anything with them.

In the two months that followed, that dumb specie seemed to be dieing out, disappearing mysteriously. I did wonder where they had gone, not that I cared if they had all burned to death, but I was curious to know. I never did find out. It was on my first birthday that it hit me. My future plan, what was now awaited of myself. I couldn't be the show dog that my ancestors had been but I will make them proud in a different way.

I'm now out here, looking for the tools that will help me achieve what I desire!

[[ I'm not sure about what her plan is yet lol XD But will keep it unknown for now, make it a surprise ]]