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Rita
Sept 15, 2011 18:38:27 GMT -5
Post by Astrid on Sept 15, 2011 18:38:27 GMT -5
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Movie/Show: Name: Rita Alias: Rita Age: 20-21 in dog years Gender: female Height: 2'4" Weight: 43lbs Appearance:
Rita is a dark tan, almost chocolate color with brown 'socks' on her legs almost up to what would be considered her 'elbows and knees.' Her fur sticks out on her 'elbows,' rump, and tail. The fur on her ears is a reddish brown in color and is rather shaggy, extending over her forehead to look like bangs, and to her other ear. She has a darker hint of fur on her eyes, almost resembling a mask, though it could appear to just be the shadow of her bangs. But like the typical Saluki, she's long legged, with a little bump, not so noticeable, on her nose. Her tail is shorter than most, but just as shaggy as her ears. Her frame his lean, built for speed, her narrow, round chest, sliding up to her stomach, tapering off to meet her waist. She has a long elegant neck, also tapering off into her lean frame. Her underbelly and chest fur (that starts in an almost heart shape) is a lighter tan, almost cream color. Her eyelids are always a shade of blue. Personality: Sassy and street wise are what mostly describes Rita. Though she is a caring Saluki, she just needs the chance to show it. The only girl of Dodger's gang can sometimes get a little to her head, acting mature at times, but giving into the boys' rough housing. She's not much of a girly one, if at all, hardened by the streets, as well as let lose, able to feel New York City's beat. In a sense she's the queen of the kings. She's loyal, and courageous as long as she isn't completely surprised. And if she doesn't know you, aggressive, quite protective over her 'boys.' History: Born to the streets, not on them. You just can't find a stray purebred Saluki meet another stray Saluki in New York, and fate never had a part of it. Coming from a line of no names, no show dogs, just born for her blood in a dump. And then there were the streets, a sanctuary in mishap. Learning to survive and fight for her grub, the New York streets and allies hardening her thin frame with lean muscles, and intimidating demeanor. Enter Dodger.(I couldn't help it xD) Meeting the terrier-mutt, Dodger and joining his gang, she had a better chance of survival. Meeting Fegin and she finally knew the touch of a loving human. Her sense of loyalty kicking in, the fae was now determined to help the man and Dodger, learning to steal rather well. What Changed: Never met Oliver, Fagin's still in debt. (Domino affect x3)
Family(if any)
- Mother: N/A
- Father: N/A
- Siblings: N/A
- Offspring: None
Friends: Tito, Einstein, Francis, Dodger, and Fegin. Left to rp Enemies: Roscoe, Desoto, Sykes, Left to rp Plans: Nothing really, meet up with Dodger, goof around with the gang, not much planned xD
Sample Post:
Long legs bounced to the beat of the bustling cars, the ever echoing string of car horns. Tan jaws, whipped like a flash, stealing a wallet or two from every pouch seen hanging out in plain view. At least it was going to a good cause... or well, a cause. The tan Saluki's steps were long and flowing, while remaining the steady dun-dun step of her paws. Socked legs stretching and rising to bend delicately by her chest. The beginning of a light tan heart starting under her throat and extending past her belly. Her fluffy, ruffled tail lazily wagging by her elegant long legs. Her rumpled and messy 'hair' and ears, pressed against her face, strands of hair streaming with the speed at which she walked and the breeze that glided through the thick New York air. Two wallets dangled from her jaws, a good days work in her mind.
Rita was heading home, or as close as what a home was. The day's load hanging gingerly in her jaws, not wanting to make one of Tito's mistakes of chewing it up. She'd let a few things slip from the wallets, mainly things Fegin wouldn't need, driver's license, gift cards, etc. Rita was humming a tune in her head, unable to place words to it, at least not yet. If anyone thought a dog carrying two wallets in her thin maw was weird, no one made the attempt to stop her. After making a few turns, going down some stairs, and hearing the annoying screech of the sea gulls. A familiar smell wafted to her nose. Hot dogs, Dodger must have gone out on the town as well.
Peering in, the deep red haired saluki made her way to the chest which they placed their items from Fegin. Placing the leather and cloth wallets in the chest, she turned around, a plump hot dog lay waiting for her. Licking it, and then taking a bite in her jaws, chewing quickly to soothe her snarling stomach. Wondering why she'd been left to eat in peace, Rita turned her head, only now realizing the commotion going on. The New York sounds must have been still ringing in her ears, probably why she hadn't noticed the group of males fighting.
"Oh what a bunch a-" and she was cut off, an airborne Tito flying into her chest, a soft whoosh leaving her mouth. "That's it!" and the saluki became airborne as well, her lithe frame fitting easily into the tussle. "You're all a buncha overgrown pups!" she snapped, unable to fight the smile as she twirled and nipped at those nearest to her, only to stop at footsteps. Her body stopping and head whipping up, a tired Fegin walking in. A loud car horn sounding above them.
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Rita
Sept 17, 2011 0:28:02 GMT -5
Post by Astrid on Sept 17, 2011 0:28:02 GMT -5
Done!! Critiques, suggestions?
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Rita
Sept 17, 2011 0:34:36 GMT -5
Post by Chase Young on Sept 17, 2011 0:34:36 GMT -5
i think you will make an awesome Rita
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