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- - - - name,
cruentilla rosa di vinci
- - - - nickname(s),
rose, roza, vinci, tilly, atila, rue
- - - - gender,
female
- - - - age,
2 years
- - - - breed,
purebred rough haired collie
- - - - sexuality,
straight
- - - - allegiance,
undecided
cruentilla rosa di vinci
- - - - nickname(s),
rose, roza, vinci, tilly, atila, rue
- - - - gender,
female
- - - - age,
2 years
- - - - breed,
purebred rough haired collie
- - - - sexuality,
straight
- - - - allegiance,
undecided
- - - - eyes, chocolate brown
- - - - fur, milk chocolate brown, carmel brown, and white
- - - - build, petite and muscular
- - - - distinguishing marks, the cold snarl on her face
- - - - height, 1' 11"
- - - - overall personality, Cruentilla isn’t one of those dogs that you want to cross paths with lightly, because you never know exactly how she’s going to act or react to your presence. This is a dog that can be friendly and charismatic one minute, but put a knife in your back the next. She’d likely do it with very little guilt on her part, only feeling guilty for having to waste her precious reserve of energy. Before you go thinking she’s evil and vile, let me explain something to you. Cruentilla is a very friendly and loving dog, able to make friends without effort. When I say addictive in her personality, I don’t mean that she’s addicted to things. I simply mean that she is easy to be addicted to when she’s being friendly and open and beautiful in more than just appearance. It’s fun to be in her presence when she isn’t trying to kill you and that’s what makes her deadly. She’s like a venus fly trap: drawing in her prey with sugar sweetness and then turning around and murdering those who dare to come too close. Another vital thing, cruentilla won’t introduce herself as such. She will introduce herself as rosa di vinci, for fear of her real name scaring off potential prey.
She’s a lovely prospect and a loyal friend, until she decides you’re better to her dead rather than alive. With this in mind, you can see the other puzzle pieces begin to take place and root themselves into the ground. Cruentilla is a devious creature, armed with the power of her way with words and her wit. She could make you believe that black was white is she wanted to and she could do it without trying. However, she’d rather spend her glorious talents elsewhere. Her mind is always working; devising plots of mass destruction and pain, for- like a vampire – she feeds off others pain and agony. She enjoys the wails that echo within her ears as her prey takes its last dying breathe. It all empowers her and causes her to become more villainous than before. This makes her untrustworthy, despite how easily she wins the trust of her followers, but no one will ever be able to tell until the knife is in their back. And it’s this ease that makes such a beautiful creature so deadly, because no one believes in a beautiful monster. And why in the world should they? On that note, I should mention that she’s very skilled in the art of seduction, at making a male hers within an hour. She’s fond of this natural thing that we call sex and she likes to think she’s stunning at it. She loves it when males say her name like it’s a prayer.
Cruentilla, the deadliest Cinderella out there. Despite her friendly exterior, she’s a bold and aggressive dog. Fights thrill her, even if she doesn’t kill her opponent. These fights awaken an adrenaline junkie within this dog of many disguises. She will fight till the other dog cowers in fear and hatred, with their tails curved between their legs and they are begging for mercy. Her past training as a war dog had a huge effect on how she fights. She’s seen indescribable things that are seared into her memory and these things touch her on a level unknown to most. She fights dirty, she rarely ever fights fair. Her reason: life’s not fair, so why should she be fair? On top of this, she’s bold and will stick herself in a situation whether or not it’s the smart thing to do. She will do whatever it takes to please her inner beauty. Most of the time, she gets put in a situation where she has to work everything out using her words. Fifty percent of the time it works out and she can get away without a single scratch on her coat ( either that or she will end up having a one night stand if it’s a male who has taken a liking to her). Her bold attitude is another result of her history as a war dog, where life was harsh and one couldn’t rely on others to take a stand for themselves.
As you might have guessed, cruentilla is a fearless dog in pretty much every aspect. Almost nothing fazes her in the field in which she works. Even the realization that she is barren ( or unable to have pups ) wasn’t enough to cause her to fear the world and its challenges. On the contrary, it seemed to strengthen her sadistic personality, as though taking her loss out on other canines would take the pain away. Roza da vinci may have cried her heart out over anything, afraid of the world. However, Cruentilla roza da vinci refuses to be scared. This female is practically emotionless, heartless until she can find a male who will love the monster she has become since her past took over. Her face is always a perfectly composed poker face, with the only real emotion being her hatred for the world and her devious personality. Joy has ceased to exist in this life that she leads. Some dogs like to believe that they can change her and make her have a heart once more. Occasionally a male comes along who can win her heart and hold it, but they all run when they discover who she really is on the inside alongside that fact that she cannot birth pups for them. Cruentilla, the blood stained flower of victory.
- - - - father's name, harold di vinci
- - - - mother's name, elizabeth di vinci
- - - - siblings, unknown
- - - - non-blood family, none
- - - - overall history, Roza da vinci the purebred short haired rough collie was born on the morning before the holiday that the humans call Halloween. She was the only pup in her litter to make it through the first week. Some believed that this was an omen that she wouldn’t be a normal dog, that she wouldn’t be as healthy as other dogs. But when the months went by with very little health incidents, this superstition was pushed away and deemed to be ridiculous. Roza was a friendly puppy, easy going and well-liked by her breeders and those who cared for her. The owners didn’t separate her from her mother like they normally would have because her mother was ready to be retired from being breeding, too old to carry anymore pups, which was signaled by the death of her siblings. The young one was a fairly smart one, even from birth and like all pups she had a playfully curious need to get into trouble. One time, she escaped her kennel and was found to be romping around in the puddles outside after it rained. It was too cute for them to dare be mad at the young one, especially when she learned so fast.
At the six month mark, roza’s mother grew ill and had to be separated from her young pup. This disappointed and scared young roza, who had relied upon her mother for everything and thought herself close to her mother, and it was made clear in her scared demeanor. The collie pup was moved inside to try and comfort her until her mother was healthy enough to be returned to her kennel. So, she made a fool out of herself indoors and spent more time outside in the shed then outside like originally intended. Life was cruel to the young one and took her mother’s life a month before she reached the yearling mark. However, roza da vinci had been separated from her mother long enough that it barely fazed the young pup. So she reached her yearling mark motherless but nevertheless happy and content with the life that she was leading. As usual, roza was taken to get tested for fertility at the year mark so her future could be determined. It was supposed to be a happy occasion for being barren was a rarity amongst the breeding farm. The test results came back negative: roza da vinci was barren.
Barren females were sent away, for fear of overcrowding the kennel with too many useless creatures. All of them would miss roza, but she had to be sent away. The young female was sent to the pound, where she spent a month before being picked up by a older gentleman from the army. This older man was called Damien and he was a war veteran who wanted a dog to keep him company in his retirement. He found that she was to his liking and so he kept her, training her to be a fierce guard dog and a loyal companion. Again, her happiness was short lived, for three months later the elderly man passed away during his sleep. By his request in his will, roza was sent to the army to become a war dog. As expected, roza was a good match for war. She excelled amongst her group, unafraid of the ripping and tearing she had to do. She cherished it, taking all of her grief and anger out on her opponents and making them wish that they had never been born in most cases. So she graduated early and was sent into war with a man whose dog had just passed.
War training was a different story from war, which was a violent conquest. Pain was a reward for those who believed that they could feel nothing at all. Dogs on both sides fought viciously and she was amongst the most merciless and feared. Only one dog actually liked her, a young male named joseph. He was a handsome male and he cared for her like he would never see her again. He almost always threw himself in front of her, taking a shot that could have killed her or a bite that might have left her seriously wounded. Roza was grateful, but she realized that she couldn’t return anything. It was like her emotions had flowed away when she bled. Roza was well known for her fighting skills and almost no dogs dared challenge her. They, however, had no fear of going after her owner, whom she’d grown extremely close to in the war. No matter how hard she tried, how fast she ran: nothing could have prevented the death of her partner. His throat was ripped out viciously. Roza died then and reborn within was cruentilla. She lept upon the attack and killed him, mauling him. Roza was rewarded with her freedom and she was sent back to the Americas.
Life was a cruel thing back home and she was a changed dog, a vile creature that refused to trust anyone. Around the city, she heard the name cruentilla, meaning stained with blood, and adopted it before her own name. the visions of battle often haunted her and whenever these memories lashed out at her, she would go on a killing rampage and destroy everyone who dared step into her path. All of the sins she had refused during her time as a war dog began to take over and she indulged in them. She killed very many but she indulged in something she never had before, due to her inability to have pups. The new cruentilla roza di vinci found herself becoming something of a prostitute. Sex was the second best thing for her to release anger after her flashbacks. She thought herself classy and she required some amount of payment for her services. It was a practice that she had no fear of. Eventually the flashbacks faded, but the vile creature that had been born refused to disappear and cruentilla was a changed dog. She would not be going back. Cruentilla lives her life drawing in prey, killing and practicing perfect prostitution.
- - - - rp sample, love was a foreign thing to her, sHe even doubted whether or not she loved Joseph. He had been her rock and she had learned to trust him in a world where you never knew who would friend and who was foe. Often, whenever sHe thought about him, her heart and mind ached for him, longed for him by her side. She often wondered whether or not he'd made it through the battlefield and if he thought about her like she thought about him. The emotions that overwhelmed her senses paralyzed her, trapping her in her mind and leaving nothing but her thoughts to keep her company on the lucky bay docks. SHe lifted her head to the sky, letting out the softest little whimper. No one in the surrounding area would be able to hear her in her moment of weakness and of that she was glad, almost hating herself for this moment of weakness. Only moments after her whimper, she found herself letting out a loud and ferocious growl that was aimed at the young couples. Her growl, however loud and ferocious, was drowned out by a loud and obnoxious howling from around her. Just like that, she snapped back into the cruel monster she was. Her head snapped in the direction it came from and she saw a white figure.
The monster of a dog rose from her sitting position and stretched in a manner that revealed her inner beauty. Then she made her way across the docks, slowly and carefully, taking her time. She leapt off the dog and in her powerful gait, made her way over to the creature who had so rudely disrupted her. Cruentilla roza DI Vinci towered over the older creature, who stood about where her legs ended. The collie lifted a white paw and batted it in the dogs direction while letting out a vicious snarl. It was clear that the dogs was older than most dogs she had encountered in her life time, even more so than her mother. The Pitbull looking dog would have experience against her, but cruentilla had speed and youth on her side. how can such a small thing be such a big nuisance? despite your age, you seem to have forgotten to consider others before you started being a month old again.there was a cruelty in her voice that very few could embody within their voices. But the beautiful monster was not a regular dogs and those rules didn't apply to her. Even now, the hate that glittered in her hazel colored eyes could be matched with few. Cruentilla was not a true monster, she was simply the monster of fates own design, becoming what fate deemed her to be.
[/style]- - - - fur, milk chocolate brown, carmel brown, and white
- - - - build, petite and muscular
- - - - distinguishing marks, the cold snarl on her face
- - - - height, 1' 11"
- - - - overall personality, Cruentilla isn’t one of those dogs that you want to cross paths with lightly, because you never know exactly how she’s going to act or react to your presence. This is a dog that can be friendly and charismatic one minute, but put a knife in your back the next. She’d likely do it with very little guilt on her part, only feeling guilty for having to waste her precious reserve of energy. Before you go thinking she’s evil and vile, let me explain something to you. Cruentilla is a very friendly and loving dog, able to make friends without effort. When I say addictive in her personality, I don’t mean that she’s addicted to things. I simply mean that she is easy to be addicted to when she’s being friendly and open and beautiful in more than just appearance. It’s fun to be in her presence when she isn’t trying to kill you and that’s what makes her deadly. She’s like a venus fly trap: drawing in her prey with sugar sweetness and then turning around and murdering those who dare to come too close. Another vital thing, cruentilla won’t introduce herself as such. She will introduce herself as rosa di vinci, for fear of her real name scaring off potential prey.
She’s a lovely prospect and a loyal friend, until she decides you’re better to her dead rather than alive. With this in mind, you can see the other puzzle pieces begin to take place and root themselves into the ground. Cruentilla is a devious creature, armed with the power of her way with words and her wit. She could make you believe that black was white is she wanted to and she could do it without trying. However, she’d rather spend her glorious talents elsewhere. Her mind is always working; devising plots of mass destruction and pain, for- like a vampire – she feeds off others pain and agony. She enjoys the wails that echo within her ears as her prey takes its last dying breathe. It all empowers her and causes her to become more villainous than before. This makes her untrustworthy, despite how easily she wins the trust of her followers, but no one will ever be able to tell until the knife is in their back. And it’s this ease that makes such a beautiful creature so deadly, because no one believes in a beautiful monster. And why in the world should they? On that note, I should mention that she’s very skilled in the art of seduction, at making a male hers within an hour. She’s fond of this natural thing that we call sex and she likes to think she’s stunning at it. She loves it when males say her name like it’s a prayer.
Cruentilla, the deadliest Cinderella out there. Despite her friendly exterior, she’s a bold and aggressive dog. Fights thrill her, even if she doesn’t kill her opponent. These fights awaken an adrenaline junkie within this dog of many disguises. She will fight till the other dog cowers in fear and hatred, with their tails curved between their legs and they are begging for mercy. Her past training as a war dog had a huge effect on how she fights. She’s seen indescribable things that are seared into her memory and these things touch her on a level unknown to most. She fights dirty, she rarely ever fights fair. Her reason: life’s not fair, so why should she be fair? On top of this, she’s bold and will stick herself in a situation whether or not it’s the smart thing to do. She will do whatever it takes to please her inner beauty. Most of the time, she gets put in a situation where she has to work everything out using her words. Fifty percent of the time it works out and she can get away without a single scratch on her coat ( either that or she will end up having a one night stand if it’s a male who has taken a liking to her). Her bold attitude is another result of her history as a war dog, where life was harsh and one couldn’t rely on others to take a stand for themselves.
As you might have guessed, cruentilla is a fearless dog in pretty much every aspect. Almost nothing fazes her in the field in which she works. Even the realization that she is barren ( or unable to have pups ) wasn’t enough to cause her to fear the world and its challenges. On the contrary, it seemed to strengthen her sadistic personality, as though taking her loss out on other canines would take the pain away. Roza da vinci may have cried her heart out over anything, afraid of the world. However, Cruentilla roza da vinci refuses to be scared. This female is practically emotionless, heartless until she can find a male who will love the monster she has become since her past took over. Her face is always a perfectly composed poker face, with the only real emotion being her hatred for the world and her devious personality. Joy has ceased to exist in this life that she leads. Some dogs like to believe that they can change her and make her have a heart once more. Occasionally a male comes along who can win her heart and hold it, but they all run when they discover who she really is on the inside alongside that fact that she cannot birth pups for them. Cruentilla, the blood stained flower of victory.
- - - - father's name, harold di vinci
- - - - mother's name, elizabeth di vinci
- - - - siblings, unknown
- - - - non-blood family, none
- - - - overall history, Roza da vinci the purebred short haired rough collie was born on the morning before the holiday that the humans call Halloween. She was the only pup in her litter to make it through the first week. Some believed that this was an omen that she wouldn’t be a normal dog, that she wouldn’t be as healthy as other dogs. But when the months went by with very little health incidents, this superstition was pushed away and deemed to be ridiculous. Roza was a friendly puppy, easy going and well-liked by her breeders and those who cared for her. The owners didn’t separate her from her mother like they normally would have because her mother was ready to be retired from being breeding, too old to carry anymore pups, which was signaled by the death of her siblings. The young one was a fairly smart one, even from birth and like all pups she had a playfully curious need to get into trouble. One time, she escaped her kennel and was found to be romping around in the puddles outside after it rained. It was too cute for them to dare be mad at the young one, especially when she learned so fast.
At the six month mark, roza’s mother grew ill and had to be separated from her young pup. This disappointed and scared young roza, who had relied upon her mother for everything and thought herself close to her mother, and it was made clear in her scared demeanor. The collie pup was moved inside to try and comfort her until her mother was healthy enough to be returned to her kennel. So, she made a fool out of herself indoors and spent more time outside in the shed then outside like originally intended. Life was cruel to the young one and took her mother’s life a month before she reached the yearling mark. However, roza da vinci had been separated from her mother long enough that it barely fazed the young pup. So she reached her yearling mark motherless but nevertheless happy and content with the life that she was leading. As usual, roza was taken to get tested for fertility at the year mark so her future could be determined. It was supposed to be a happy occasion for being barren was a rarity amongst the breeding farm. The test results came back negative: roza da vinci was barren.
Barren females were sent away, for fear of overcrowding the kennel with too many useless creatures. All of them would miss roza, but she had to be sent away. The young female was sent to the pound, where she spent a month before being picked up by a older gentleman from the army. This older man was called Damien and he was a war veteran who wanted a dog to keep him company in his retirement. He found that she was to his liking and so he kept her, training her to be a fierce guard dog and a loyal companion. Again, her happiness was short lived, for three months later the elderly man passed away during his sleep. By his request in his will, roza was sent to the army to become a war dog. As expected, roza was a good match for war. She excelled amongst her group, unafraid of the ripping and tearing she had to do. She cherished it, taking all of her grief and anger out on her opponents and making them wish that they had never been born in most cases. So she graduated early and was sent into war with a man whose dog had just passed.
War training was a different story from war, which was a violent conquest. Pain was a reward for those who believed that they could feel nothing at all. Dogs on both sides fought viciously and she was amongst the most merciless and feared. Only one dog actually liked her, a young male named joseph. He was a handsome male and he cared for her like he would never see her again. He almost always threw himself in front of her, taking a shot that could have killed her or a bite that might have left her seriously wounded. Roza was grateful, but she realized that she couldn’t return anything. It was like her emotions had flowed away when she bled. Roza was well known for her fighting skills and almost no dogs dared challenge her. They, however, had no fear of going after her owner, whom she’d grown extremely close to in the war. No matter how hard she tried, how fast she ran: nothing could have prevented the death of her partner. His throat was ripped out viciously. Roza died then and reborn within was cruentilla. She lept upon the attack and killed him, mauling him. Roza was rewarded with her freedom and she was sent back to the Americas.
Life was a cruel thing back home and she was a changed dog, a vile creature that refused to trust anyone. Around the city, she heard the name cruentilla, meaning stained with blood, and adopted it before her own name. the visions of battle often haunted her and whenever these memories lashed out at her, she would go on a killing rampage and destroy everyone who dared step into her path. All of the sins she had refused during her time as a war dog began to take over and she indulged in them. She killed very many but she indulged in something she never had before, due to her inability to have pups. The new cruentilla roza di vinci found herself becoming something of a prostitute. Sex was the second best thing for her to release anger after her flashbacks. She thought herself classy and she required some amount of payment for her services. It was a practice that she had no fear of. Eventually the flashbacks faded, but the vile creature that had been born refused to disappear and cruentilla was a changed dog. She would not be going back. Cruentilla lives her life drawing in prey, killing and practicing perfect prostitution.
- - - - rp sample, love was a foreign thing to her, sHe even doubted whether or not she loved Joseph. He had been her rock and she had learned to trust him in a world where you never knew who would friend and who was foe. Often, whenever sHe thought about him, her heart and mind ached for him, longed for him by her side. She often wondered whether or not he'd made it through the battlefield and if he thought about her like she thought about him. The emotions that overwhelmed her senses paralyzed her, trapping her in her mind and leaving nothing but her thoughts to keep her company on the lucky bay docks. SHe lifted her head to the sky, letting out the softest little whimper. No one in the surrounding area would be able to hear her in her moment of weakness and of that she was glad, almost hating herself for this moment of weakness. Only moments after her whimper, she found herself letting out a loud and ferocious growl that was aimed at the young couples. Her growl, however loud and ferocious, was drowned out by a loud and obnoxious howling from around her. Just like that, she snapped back into the cruel monster she was. Her head snapped in the direction it came from and she saw a white figure.
The monster of a dog rose from her sitting position and stretched in a manner that revealed her inner beauty. Then she made her way across the docks, slowly and carefully, taking her time. She leapt off the dog and in her powerful gait, made her way over to the creature who had so rudely disrupted her. Cruentilla roza DI Vinci towered over the older creature, who stood about where her legs ended. The collie lifted a white paw and batted it in the dogs direction while letting out a vicious snarl. It was clear that the dogs was older than most dogs she had encountered in her life time, even more so than her mother. The Pitbull looking dog would have experience against her, but cruentilla had speed and youth on her side. how can such a small thing be such a big nuisance? despite your age, you seem to have forgotten to consider others before you started being a month old again.there was a cruelty in her voice that very few could embody within their voices. But the beautiful monster was not a regular dogs and those rules didn't apply to her. Even now, the hate that glittered in her hazel colored eyes could be matched with few. Cruentilla was not a true monster, she was simply the monster of fates own design, becoming what fate deemed her to be.
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