Sketch~Complete

[Topsy]

Would you come with me
Would you cry with me

Hello, I am Danna and I have been Role playing for 7 years. I answer to Topsy and enjoy Set Fire to the Rain- Adele as well as Doodling creatures

I'm Not Afraid Of Anything
I am small and the world is big

Name: Sketch
Breed: Siberian Husky
Age: 3 Years
Gender: Female
Color: Crystal blue eyes with a black and white pelt.
Species(Human or canine): Canine
Height: 22 Inches
Personality:
(This was copied from one of my charrie's bios on another site.
-Facepaw- Sorry, I'm just addicted to this personality Dx)
This girl's personality is just as flamboyant as her movements. She doesn't hide her emotions and often that can be a bad thing, because she gets herself into situations that some could consider to be dangerous. Her emotions are as dangerous as a fire and often she switches so quickly from one to another that it confuses who she is talking to. She can talk herself out of just about any danger though, but she doesn't usually do this as she likes the adrenaline rush that danger brings.
Sketch also loves to flirt, and will with just about any male. That doesn't mean she will mate with them, because she is far more interested in finding a male who will love her. She is extremely loyal to those she loves, whether it is a mate or a friend. She will fight for them down to her very last breath.
Over all, Sketch is extremely proud and confident, another thing that gets her in trouble, and is likely to stand up for what she believes more than she is likely to let it slide.
History:
Sketch was once a house pet in her young spry age of 1 year old. She was trained to be a sled-dog like her breed was supposed to. But a fire ripped apart her human family and the only one left, a young teenage girl, couldn't bear to look at Sketch without any pain. The girl kept her as long as possible, but when money grew too tight, she was forced to sell the dog to a sledder who was interested in her. The sledder took her home and trained her further in sledding. Living with the sledder was not at all like Sketch was used to. Every day was a fight to survive. Food was constantly fought over, Sketch was always fighting to stay alive.
But she had an advantage on her side, her strength. A while after arriving in her new home, she became one of the first in line to feed, and soon, she proved to be a true champion in sledding, winning more than her fair share of trophies and medals, earning the favor of her human, and being privileged by getting to stay his home whenever she pleased.
Of course, there was one drawback, what the other dogs of her "pack" would think about her.
One night, while Sketch was peacefully in a deep slumber after another medal won, oblivious to the tragic fate ahead of her. The other Huskies surrounded her, their growls growing louder until the sleeping femme awoke. Immediately they lunged at her, doing all they could to cease their jealousy of her by attempting to kill her. Sketch was easily overpowered, and soon blood of many a Huskies who were attacking her was splattered over the once, pure white snow. Now overcome by anger, Sketch gathered all her strength and viciously slaughtered one of the attacking Huskies.
Her human, dressed in nothing but his night-shorts, tried to cease the fighting. The other dogs backed away as the human's hand suddenly reached in the separate as many dogs he could; Sketch on the other paw, clamped her teeth down on the man's hairy arm. The human, letting out a shout of pain, backed up from the angry Husky before him. Sketch, shocked at what she had done to her owner, whimpered and also backed away.
Her human was forced to give her up to the authorities; she was marked a dangerous dog and set to be destroyed. Sketch obviously wasn't destroyed. A helper at the place where she was to be kept until her death didn't want her dead; he knew she was not as dangerous as others thought, just merely misunderstood. Still, it was the man's first day at his job, had a fair share of knowledge about dogs, but just not enough. Not wanting to be fired, he let Sketch free into the streets, where she roams to this day.

Likes: Flirting, the city, grooming
Dislikes: Horny females, humans, mud
Strengths: Muscle, intelligence, beauty
Weaknesses: Temper, blunt honesty, crude humor

All around me is fast moving
How does it feel to be different from me

Other Characters You Play: On this site, none, but planning on making more.
Sample Post:

(Yup, again, from another site x( Running a teency bit low on muse today)

The rust coloured figure moved through the heavy fog, paws lightly hitting the muddy ground, splashing in the fresh puddles of water. After several hours of constant rain and thunder, it had calmed down. The sky, however still held up dark clouds, threatening more rain. The drenched canine glanced up at the sky, mild disgust flashed in his eyes. He was not very fond of this weather, not at all. His movements were leading him to the Warehouse, one of the areas where he felt at home. It had to be the eerie feeling about it all, the strange sounds and creaks that occurred occasionally, the glimmering green water amused him for some reason. Ofcourse, you would expect a dog like him to be more out in the open where others would, as he thought of it, enjoy being in his presence. But every king needs a break from his castle, a place where he could kick back and relax, without the constant bustling of the more populated areas.

Houston moved past the suburbs, he stopped as he heard a squeal, turning to see a little human, tilting his head, he warily walked up to the mini person. His head reached out to sniff it's face, the fresh scent of cereal and milk flowed through his nostrils, he licked the little boys face and it squeaked again, then throwing his arms around Houston. He pulled his head back a little but the mini human wouldn't let go, "Hey hey kid, let go." The Sable Shepherd kept trying to pull away gently, he finally gave up and rolled his eyes, he'd already dealt with the same situation over and over back when he was in the force, visiting schools with millions of little humans, them petting and hugging him. It annoyed him so. Finally, he let out a somewhat loud growl, trying to warn the kid off. The little human stopped hugging him and started petting the dog behind the ears. Right at that moment, another one of those Animal Control officers just had to show up.

"See ya kid!" He immediately dashed off toward his house, "Alright, only a few more blocks to go." Houston quickly speeded the corner of another house and made it to the last block, he could still hear the human chasing after him, his heart pounded against his deep chest, finally he made it to the block of his house, at the split second he figured it out. A flash of brown suddenly flew up, the human was confused, he looked up and saw the Shepherd he was chasing climbing up a ladder and onto the roof of a house. Houston was ontop of the roof, clamping his jaws down on the side of a can of paint that was wondrously found right beside him. Well, you know what happened next, with a lucky shot, he knocked it straight on the head of the Animal Control man.

Reaching the entrance of the large house, he shoved himself through the doors, disturbing the deafening silence. He came to a stop once he reached the stairs, then trotted up, coming to the first bedroom visible and hopped onto the twin bed closest to the window. Looking out at the bewildered officer, he chuckled to himself. "Oooh Houston old boy, you still got it hehe."

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