Post by Yang on Oct 3, 2007 16:48:10 GMT -5
Yang Account: Yang
Name: Yang
Alias/Nicknames: None
Experiment Title: YM (Initials of her parents names)
Gender: Female
Former Race: Great Dane
Present Race: Hellhound
Age: 3 Years (In Human Years)
Height: 3'0"
Weight: 120 lbs
Pack/Group: None
Rank: None
Mate: None
Spawn: None
Siblings: Seven siblings, but she doesn't know them
Dame: Mika
Sire: Yin
Name: Yang
Alias/Nicknames: None
Experiment Title: YM (Initials of her parents names)
Gender: Female
Former Race: Great Dane
Present Race: Hellhound
Age: 3 Years (In Human Years)
Height: 3'0"
Weight: 120 lbs
Pack/Group: None
Rank: None
Mate: None
Spawn: None
Siblings: Seven siblings, but she doesn't know them
Dame: Mika
Sire: Yin
Voice Type: Very feminine
Personality Type: Schemer. Quiet. Short Tempered. Trustworthy depending on who or what you are. Actor.
Personality:
Yang started life out as a kind, loving, gentle, and trustworthy family pet. She was one of the best pets that family had ever owned, but when they decided to get a new puppy, well she was apparently outdated after that.
Now Yang is one heck of a schemer. She's the kind of girl you would try and keep your children, pups, cubs, anything away from, especially when she puts on her, "I'm a good doggy" act. She acts nice when she wants something done, or when she wants to get something and has to do only a little more to get it. She will put on a little show to decieve somebody. She'll flirt, or she'll lie, depening on what needs to be done, but don't expect her to beg. She doesn't do that, and she won't do that.
She is naturally quiet, and likes to sneek around where she can't be heard or seen very easily. She especially loves the nightime. Such a fun time of day when your prey are very unsuspecting. Expect her to spy as well, when she needs to.
Yang's temper is a very short one, and it's not hard to make her temper flare up. There are some things that don't bother her at all, but some things that just the sight or mention of them will drive her crazy. It's usually things that had to do with her past that drive her insane, but we'll get to that later.
She can be trustworthy if your a friend or someone really close to her, but if your anyone else, make sure you keep eye to eye with her. She might try and attack, or she might just have a friendly chat when she's in the mood for one. But that's a very rare occurence so just keep watching your back.
Appearance:
Body Build:
She is very long bodied and deep chested. Her build is that of a runner's and a decent fighter, though fighting is the area she is weakest in. Her legs are long and she has a very feminine look to her. Her fur is thick and her three tails are long and whip like with a furry tip on each one.
Her ears are cropped and her tails are longer than a normal Great Dane tail. The rest of her build is much like that of a normal Great Dane's.
Scars:
She has no scars.
Colors and Patterns:
Her base color is a deep grey and she has white stocking which speckle and eventually turn back to the deep grey color. Her left ear is white and the 'middle' tail of the three is the dep grey color, while the 'left' and 'right' tail have thirteen white stripes on each of them.
Accessories:
She has no accessories.
Strengths:
Speed
Very useful for running away from something you can't fight, or when hunting fast prey.
Good Hearing
Can hear when predators are approaching or when there is prey nearby.
Good Eyesite
Can see when a predator is approaching her, or when prey is close too her.
Long Whip Like Tails
If she turns quickly, then they can hit someone or something, but all they really leave is a stinging sensation.
Weaknesses:
Long Body
She has a bad 'dip' in her back because of her long body. She often gets back pain from this when she runs too long, or when she works really hard.
Long Legs
Very easy target if you are trying to break her legs so she can't move as fast or as well.
History:
A normal life. Something that so many like me wanted. Yet we are forced to hide in the shadows. Here those who might have been our owners, curse out names. Why? I’ll tell you why. I’m Yang, a hellion who used to belong to a family I would give my life for. But, that all changed the day, that I was not loved anymore. But, I am getting ahead of myself now. You would understand better, if you heard it from the beginning, right? Fine, I’ll tell you from the beginning.
I was a normal Great Dane, with a normal life, a normal family, a normal body and soul. I loved my master, I loved my master’s mate, but most of all, I loved the child who was smaller than me. I guarded that master, that child, that house, but the day that I was thrown in the garbage, I don’t know what came over me. Did I want attention? Did I want to be recognized again? I don’t know, but that stupid little bastard pup took everything away from me, all because he was a cute little pup. Master didn’t pet me anymore, the child didn’t wrap his arms around my neck anymore. Their hands were always on that damned puppy! They didn’t even like me anymore, I thought. Sadly, I found out that was true. The day master gave me to that man.
It was just a normal day. Me sitting there on the couch, watching them playing with that damned pup again. Then a knock on the door, my guard dog instinct took over and I barked, but a quick holler from my master’s mouth, and I shut up. They had done that a lot to me now that the puppy was around. Then I lifted my head and watched as master talked with the man. They talked for a while, then master went and got my leash, and my maroon red collar that I loved so much. I was going for a walk! Oh finally they would remember me! I jumped off the couch, and eagerly ran to my master, who had now called me. They put the leash and collar on me, then handed the leash to the man. “Take good care of her.” was all my master said before the man walked me out of the door, and put me in the back of his van. I listened, since master apparently trusted this man, so I would trust him as well.
The ride was a long one, and eventually when we stopped, it was at this lab place. Such a strange building, but I remember it all too well. I hard howls of pain, whimpers of sadness, and even sounds that were like a creature which I had never heard before! It was almost scary, but I stayed alongside the man, being a good dog like always. Then he put me in this kennel, in this room and there were other dogs in there in different kennels. Some were scared, and some didn’t even look at me. Why were these dogs acting so strange? Maybe they were scared of my size? Meh, I didn’t know, so I just laid down and went to sleep. Not knowing that leaving my family was not even the beginning of the nightmare.
The next morning, the same man came and got me, and lead me into this room and they did things like taking blood and watching me walk and things like that. I watched as they decided on something, then brought me back to my kennel and fed me. This went on for a good long time, until they brought me to another room. There were ‘different’ things in there. Needles filled with liquids, restraint like items, and many other things and the place looked more like a torture chamber than the usual room that they tested me in.
After a while had passed, my howls of pain and agony filled the room and any other areas that my howl had reached to. My voice echoed on and on for many months, until one day, the scientist decided to experiment, and I rebelled.
I slashed, and bit, clawed and tore my way through whatever was in my way. Me tails knocking things over as I ran. My unusually long legs carrying me as fast as I could go. They were not going to catch me. It took a while to remember how to get out of there, since it had been a year since I was walked through the halls and rooms of the lab. But I made it out, blood covered my maw, and paws, but I made it out. I ran in the direction of the wilderness, areas where I could see trees and other things, but I stopped when I was halfway there. I wanted payback.
I waited until nightfall, then stalked into the streets of the town, staying in the shadows. Waiting by a house, with a one year old dog laying outside in front of it. My old home. I perked my ears as a young child came out of the house and grabbed the dog around the neck. I whimpered, and the jingle of my tag on m collar made my master’s child look to me. “Yang?” the child said, his words developed well since I was gone. He walked towards the darkness where I was, and reached out. I grabbed his shoulder with my jaws, and pulled him into the darkness. Human blood actually tasted quite sweet, especially if it was the blood of someone who betrayed you. After that I laid what was left of the child’s carcass in front of my old masters door, then I left for the wilderness. But as I was running away, I heard a shriek of horror and terror. I smile formed on my bloody jaws. Payback is a delicious thing.
Now I wander areas that are not around humans. I look for my kind, or at least something that looks like me. Sure I’m not as deformed as most hellhounds, but that is what I am now.
Other:
Pictures coming soon
Theme song is "This Animal I Have Become"