Post by Rabbid on Dec 30, 2006 23:00:41 GMT -5
(By Badger AKA Josephine given to me by her)
Name: Rabbid
Alias/Nicknames: N/A
Gender: Female
Race: Hell Hound (was a doberman greyhound mix)
Age: 3
Height: 2' 6"
Weight: 70lbs
Pack/Group: Labs
Rank: None yet
Mate: None
Spawn: Many, all dead
Siblings: Aura
Dame: Unknown
Sire: Unknown
Voice Type: Raspy with a somewhat undertone femine voice, but very deep and rough when angry.
Personality Type: Quiet, Hostile, a loner
Personality:
Rabbid is a very quiet animal, her goal in life is to go on with out being noticed. She tries to stay as detached as possible, and she’d rather kill than talk. Her obsession with blood has harmed herself to such an extent that a good portion of her nerves in her front legs are dead from excessive biting. She used to be a sweet, loving dog until she was given up to be tested on. Her outlook on life changed to black, and she hates absolutely everything. If she’s attacked, or angered, she goes all out and sets her mind to think to kill. She doesn’t back down. She's normally a loner, but if she can manage to get close to someone, she'll always be there for them.
Appearance:
Rabbid has still managed to keep her appearance throughout all of her testing. Her fur has completely lost it’s coloring from extensive testing, and is now just a dead white. One of her eyes has lost it’s sight, and the other has morphed into an almost albino like color. Her teats are over sized from perpetual breeding for more testing subjects, and none of her pups lived. Ram horns were grafted into her skull to increase her ability to fight, but the weight has severely hurt her neck, and she is constantly in pain. The spikes are also grafted horns from Gemsbok, filed down to fit better. These have also severely affected her neck, causing even more pain. Her teeth are also deathly sharp, but since they are so large for her mouth, they are constantly cutting into her gums, and blood leaks from her mouth often.
History:
Rabbid used to be a wonderful dog, loving, affectionate, and a perfect house dog. She loved her owner, and her owner loved her, or so she thought. Her owner was very poor, and she sold Rabbid for testing for money. She went through many horrible tests, although some scientists took pity on her sweetness she showed to them at first, and went soft on her. But her sweetness quickly changed to hatred after she realized her owner had given her to this torture. She was bred countless times for more subjects, and she tried to her best to kill them before they could barely squeak. She quickly grew to love the blood she got from killing her pups, and started to just do it for fun, rather than saving them. And since then it's grown to such an extent that she opens up herself to get at it. She always thinks about escape, although she can not say she dreams of it, as she doesn't dream anymore.
Name: Rabbid
Alias/Nicknames: N/A
Gender: Female
Race: Hell Hound (was a doberman greyhound mix)
Age: 3
Height: 2' 6"
Weight: 70lbs
Pack/Group: Labs
Rank: None yet
Mate: None
Spawn: Many, all dead
Siblings: Aura
Dame: Unknown
Sire: Unknown
Voice Type: Raspy with a somewhat undertone femine voice, but very deep and rough when angry.
Personality Type: Quiet, Hostile, a loner
Personality:
Rabbid is a very quiet animal, her goal in life is to go on with out being noticed. She tries to stay as detached as possible, and she’d rather kill than talk. Her obsession with blood has harmed herself to such an extent that a good portion of her nerves in her front legs are dead from excessive biting. She used to be a sweet, loving dog until she was given up to be tested on. Her outlook on life changed to black, and she hates absolutely everything. If she’s attacked, or angered, she goes all out and sets her mind to think to kill. She doesn’t back down. She's normally a loner, but if she can manage to get close to someone, she'll always be there for them.
Appearance:
Rabbid has still managed to keep her appearance throughout all of her testing. Her fur has completely lost it’s coloring from extensive testing, and is now just a dead white. One of her eyes has lost it’s sight, and the other has morphed into an almost albino like color. Her teats are over sized from perpetual breeding for more testing subjects, and none of her pups lived. Ram horns were grafted into her skull to increase her ability to fight, but the weight has severely hurt her neck, and she is constantly in pain. The spikes are also grafted horns from Gemsbok, filed down to fit better. These have also severely affected her neck, causing even more pain. Her teeth are also deathly sharp, but since they are so large for her mouth, they are constantly cutting into her gums, and blood leaks from her mouth often.
History:
Rabbid used to be a wonderful dog, loving, affectionate, and a perfect house dog. She loved her owner, and her owner loved her, or so she thought. Her owner was very poor, and she sold Rabbid for testing for money. She went through many horrible tests, although some scientists took pity on her sweetness she showed to them at first, and went soft on her. But her sweetness quickly changed to hatred after she realized her owner had given her to this torture. She was bred countless times for more subjects, and she tried to her best to kill them before they could barely squeak. She quickly grew to love the blood she got from killing her pups, and started to just do it for fun, rather than saving them. And since then it's grown to such an extent that she opens up herself to get at it. She always thinks about escape, although she can not say she dreams of it, as she doesn't dream anymore.
Strengths
-Sharp, piercing teeth-
-Dense, strong horns-
-Strong-
-Doesn't back down-
Weakness
-Horrible neck problems-
-Consistent bleeding gums-
-Weak front legs from biting-
-Horrible eyesight-
-Sharp, piercing teeth-
-Dense, strong horns-
-Strong-
-Doesn't back down-
Weakness
-Horrible neck problems-
-Consistent bleeding gums-
-Weak front legs from biting-
-Horrible eyesight-
-Theme Song-
Camisado
By Panic! at the Disco
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
Camisado
By Panic! at the Disco
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
Other Drawings
-By Myth
-By doll
-By Sketchi
-By Morsus
-By Myth -By doll -By Sketchi -By Morsus
