Assassin*

[{Bio Hazard}]

+Name+

Assassin <3

+Nickname+

Sain.

+Age+

3 years

+Gender+

Female

+Breed+

Pure German Shepherd

+Weight+

125 lbs, Like one of my own GSD D:

+Pack+

South

+Rank+

Normal Member

+Voice Accent+

-thinks- German of course! -shot- Quite heavy as well, though she's quite fluent with her english xD

+Sain's Font Color+

RED

+Appearence+

[Amazingly, I found a Female Black GSD that matches her exactly, even the injured ear o:]

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[some side notes to appearance]

Assassin is a solid Grey GSD. Not a Solid Black. In an intense light source, it can be seen quite well that her coat is inked an, almost, flithy-hued grey. Though the hue itself itself is described in this manner, she herself isn't "filthy" in appearence. Rather innocent really. Though she's not innocent in any way, shape, or form. [But that doesn't matter, appearence wise, does it?]

The Filthy grey is highlighted around her neck, muzzle, paws and tail region by a softer, almost white, silver tinged fur. When she was a pup, her fur showed no signs of these additional silver colored markings. They have seemed to appeared as she aged. One of the markings she has lost are the soft browns she had behind the ears. They're quite common in German Shepherds, however...hers seemed to go away.

It's unknown for why she's slightly over-sized. Not that she minds being at her size, mostly, it keeps others away. And that's the life style she appeals to. Her first owners had kept her in a very good condition. She was bathed more than usual, she had monthly appointments with the groomers, brushed a regular 4 times daily and fed the best quality of food in lavashing amounts as well. Her fur condition was something to be jealous about, or it was for the year her first family had kept her.

She was never given the same treatment at the pound. Obviously, why would they care what condition the dog's coat was in? Sure she was well fed...but the love and care she felt at "home" wasn't found at the pound any longer.

As fate would have it, she was later adopted by "rough" people, ones who only saw her useful as a guard due to her size. But at that time, she wasn't the aggressive and highly abused dog she is now. Her fur's condition was knocked down to a horrible extent. Her fur was now dry and molted in huge amounts...usually soaked in muddy water, or caked with dirt, leaves and other blemishes, and her owners didn't bother to help it. She was just a dog anyways, right? She'd take care of herself.

By the time she was a good two years, her fur had started to shed unevenly. This caused numerous areas of her coat to be thinner than usual, and after a while, the regal appearence she owned a while ago changed into something that looked quite ill; possibly even rabid. Though in reality, she was still surprisingly healthy. Her coat, however, didn't cooperate...it urged for the care it had been given in her first year. Without it, she looked nothing more than a street dog, and as said before, an ill dog. This was the reason her current owner had given her back to the pound. They thought the dog was ill, and if she bit anyone, they'd become ill as well. [Of course though, it shows how stupid they were. Her coat simply needed better care. But they were a pile of drunk people anyways. Go figures ><]

The next few homes she went to were quite comfortable really. But she rotated among them quite often. This time, it was her overly large size. She wasn't aggressive, still, at this time, but being a large dog, she needed frequent walks, she needed to be well fed, and she needed to be taken good care of. Simple. The task of keeping a smaller dog was easier, but in her case, she was larger than usual. For a while, so once more, she was never settled in a good home. However, there was one highlight in her shifting scenerio. Her coat was nursed back to its old, glossy condition. So she had no permanent home yet, but at least her coat was back to normal. That was a good thing, right?

The absolute last home she went to was what caused her to become injured. The last home was rather rich, and had enough time to take perfect care of her. And they did. But what exactly was the problem? The home already had other dogs with them. Around this time, she had grown to be slightly aggressive. Guess that's what happens when one dog has shifted from home to home, and has memorized the inside of every pound in the city. So it was obvious she wasn't friendly in this one household. The dogs that were with her were equal to her in size, and saw her as a toy...a fighting partner. It was at this home that her right ear was injured in a way that it would never stand again, and a heavy set of jaw marks over her throat.

Amazingly, she survived the onslaught, but was scarred now. Both mentally, and physically.

+History+

[Doing this in a different way. It's her story. She'll tell you in her perspective. Like an autobiography ^^; Except...she's not really saying anything. Narrated by some unseen force xD]

=[Event 1]=

The day was the usual. Clear skies, and the open area her's to prance among. Yes, these were her's, had been for the year she had lived here. It was a wonderful life. There was no other way to describe it.

Of course though, she didn't remember her parents or such...the most major event she remembered of her younger days was sitting behind a large glass enclosure, bedded with soft fabrics. There were others with her, others like her in that glassy cage she was kept in. There was always bowls full of food and water, and the strangest part was the humans. They'd walk by, usually the younger ones, and poke at the glass, laughing every time she or one of her cage mates would wag their tails at them, or do something else...such as touch their noses against the glass, and whimper softly.

It was a strange way of living, but, to her, it didn't seem strange. She'd been here for as long as she could remember, right? And it was safe. Simply put, it was home. And if it could be described this way, it was a good life.

After a few days though, she was starting to become slightly lonely. Her cage mates were starting to get, as the humans who worked there said, adopted. One by one, each day, a human would come by and chose one of her cage mates, play with them for a while, and if the older humans said it was fine, they'd take them with them. After a while, she too wanted to be taken home...but to her own disappointment, it seemed that nobody wanted her. She wasn't her cheery self any longer. For a while, she'd curl up against the glass wall closest to where the humans usually walked by, and just lay there.

One of the workers in that place noted this, and for the next few day, the girl would take her out of the cage and carry her around as she worked. The girl grew quite fond of the pup, and finally, had chosen to take the pup home with her.

And that was what she remembered.

These were her lands, her home, and her family. Everything...was perfect. Perfect until that one hour.

=[Event 2]=



"Ah, leaving my first home. I still remember it clearly. Not the best memory to hold...but hey, when did I ever have a "pleasant" memory anyways?

That day was quite horrible, quite weird really, I don't understand what's happening, or why its happening in the first place. My human is crying, crying hard really...for the whole week she has been. Found out she has an heavy allergy to me...wonderful. I'm going to get torn away from her...my home...my land, back behind an enclosure like I started. What have I done to deserve a cursing like this?

For a while, I had false ambitions that my life was perfect, and who wouldn't? This family was an absolute haven...but I suppose dreams break, just like today.

It was rather strange really...my human's parents didn't seem quite upset...or maybe...they were hiding it behind though black eye coverings they were wearing. Whatever it was, I personally couldn't see that they were as upset as my human was. Throughout the whole drive to this dreaded place called the Pound, her hand was rested on top of my head...and by all means, I could feel her tremble. I did my best to comfort her, to keep her from crying by nuzzling her...like I always did. Today...it only caused her to cry harder...and for a while, she even turned her face from me. I couldn't help but whimper.

My human's siblings didn't come along. Said it would be too upsetting to say good bye for them. I wasn't a bad dog back then, I really wasn't. I was actually, as humans could describe as, a well behaved canine...unlike what I am today. But...that was the past...and my human actually treated me well enough for me to act that way. It was like a thank you to her...from bringing me home...for treating me like family. Of course, back in those days, I truly believed that I started off at that household. I have finally realized over time that I didn't. How? That's none of your concern.

Anyhow. The drive over to this dreaded place, which I personally have had numerous accounts with already, was quite the distance away. I never got why they located these dastardly buildings so far away from civilization. It's completely crazy really. But heck, who cared about that? I know I didn't at that very moment in time.

[Continued]

[{Bio Hazard}]

The thing was, my human was upset...and about now, I realized her parents were too. When that cursed pound was coming into to view, I could see my human's father coughing more often than was good for him...and mother had completely stopped talking. Wonderful...my goodbye was going to be hard, was it? I felt somewhat dishonored...I couldn't do anything to help. And evertime I tried, my human only worsened. So for the last stretch of the drive, I merely rested my head on her lap, and sighed. There really wasn't much I could anyways...that vehicle...something they called a Van...was already too small for my liking...I could no longer stretch out in it like I used to a few months back. Hmm...but I guess that was the last time I'd sit in that one Van...I regret not enjoying it that day...I sorta miss it.
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So the next few hours was stressful...my human had left, and I was feeling rather angsty. The other dogs in this horrible place were completely insane, barking up scuffles for no apparent reason...digging at the metal bars that held the enclosures together, and snarling at each other as if they had no life. I myself was usually curled up in a corner, away from the filth they expected us to call food, and away from the humans there too. My ears had grown accustomed to being folded back...as I said, the dogs here were complete animals.

Little did I know I'd be reminded I was just another animal too."

=[Event 3]=

[Ok now, Sain is going to tell her entire story...it is her's anyways xD]

"It came to be quite a relief that my cage was opened the next morning, and I was brought before yet another family. They didn't seem as well off as my first family...but they...seemed kind...at least...at first glance. I was being "adopted" already. And me being new to this whole adoption business thought it as an answered prayer. I was finally going to escape this junk house...away from these insane animals...and going back to the care of humans.

"Care of Humans" ...as if. Thinking back to my old ambition makes me laugh these days. For the entire time I was in their company...I never saw the inside of their fabulous home. [not that I wanted to, they had a heavy stench of smoke and some strange beverage that they had every evening evident in their home]. Of course, regardless of the horrid stench their walls held in...it would have been nice to come in at least when the storms rolled by...or if the sun was scoldering. Didn't they have enough sense to realize a dark coated dog like myself felt quite uncomfortable in intense sunlight? Peh, I highly disbelieved they even knew my coat needed daily care. And because of there Idiot behaviour, my beatiful coat was starting to fall off. It was horrible...I was no longer the well kept dog I used to be. Ai, but my behaviour stayed the same. Maybe it was the fact that Humans liked well behaved canines. But in their case, they wanted me to be rough.

I haven't hurted so bad since the time I was in that cursed family's presence. Who knew human's could be so awful? As fate would have it...I didn't. There were times that I would run off for a while, just to get away from them. Limping had become a custom for me...I was amazed they didn't break any of my bones. But for once, I was happy my coat was dying away. The fools thought I had caught a serious illness, and before long...I was back in my pound cell, and, as weird as it may sound...it seemed to welcome me. For once I ate the pound's food with joy...and for once...I slept in comfort. It was wonderful...in a false sense of course."

=[Event 4]=

The next few homes were like the last, I seriously have no clue why I was shifted between them so quickly. If I recall correctly, the longest I had stayed in any of those homes was quite possibly a week. I still don't understand what was wrong with me. Was it my coat? Was it my size? My behaviour was starting to become slightly strange this time around...but I really couldn't be blamed. I've been hurt...badly at that...one of my ears seems to be folded from the very tip...and my coat is still in the worse condition possible. Of course though...I must say, these humans that I met on my shiftings were rather friendly. They actually noticed I needed care...they actually fed me right...and they actually kept me in their homes. But as I said, I still never am able to figure out why I was moved about so much. It simply isn't fair...throwing a dog around the way they did. I have feelings too...and right now, my feelings were being abused to the worst extent possible. How I wished I was behind that glass wall like I was in the very beginning...so I could start all over. Ai, what I would give to live that life once more...even though it was for just a mere year.

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"The last and final home I was sent to was the most horrible place I'd been to my entire life. No because the humans were bad...or the space and living conditions they offered were horrible...but because of him. Who was he? The most horrible canine to ever set foot on this earth. That crazy mutt, a simple disgrace to all canines. To make a long story short...he made sure to make my stay as miserable as possible. His theory was that I was taking all his filthy attention. Strange, I remembered my days at that home were either sleeping in the sun...or doing something less amusing than that task. So exactly how the heck I was stealing his attention was beyond my comprehension. But I think it was for an excuse to attack me.

And attack me he did...just one horrible night he lunges at my throat and shreds it, along with harshly folding my ear over as well. Lovely, my ear no longer stands regally...Curse him.

I lay there for a while, and then my world turns black. I don't know how long I've been laying in that one filthy spot...but when I do wake up...finally, I'm on the family's kitchen floor. Yes, THE family...It's not mine. I've made my mind up.

I just lay there, my eyes slightly open, and I sigh...listening to the humans talk softly. Most of their conversation is unheard to me. But I pick out the words "pound".

That Night I escaped from them...I was not going back to the prison that I've been to so many times. That was it. I found out the pound was for that filthy brute a while later...but eh, who cared? I was finally free. No humans, no nothing. Maybe Free wouldn't be so wonderful after all. But I wasn't turning back...not now...and not ever."

+Behaviour+

Sain's behaviour is a "set" behaviour, unlike Chase's. She is down right cruel and some what heartless...but not because she herself is a "I want to kill you" type dog. She's very hurt actually, she's never seemed to be accepted by anyone...Humans or Feral creature...and everyone she's actually loved didn't seem to love her back.

She sees love as a non-evident force now...the saying that love brings love seems to be a stupid fantasy for her...only because she hasn't felt "loved" for a while now.

As said in her History...she never started this way. I layman's terms, she was quite the well behaved dog. And she held that behaviour for most of the time too...it started to show drastic changes when she was shifting between homes for that while, and was tampered into a permanent untrustworthy, ditrusting, and aggressive attitude after being attacked.

She prefers solitude over everything else. Sure, she's part of the South Pack now...but by all means, if she can be alone, in her horridly sad peace...she'll be, in a fake sense, quite happy. She has no certain intrest in males, she's not what one would say "overly elegant" to anyone's eyes, and unlike many other females, she most definately isn't a flirt. As stated, if she can be alone, where her heart can't be tampered with any longer...she's fine.

[It wouldn't hurt to find a good friend though...really]

[:Akio:]

Behavior?

[{Bio Hazard}]

It's coming <3

Still under constuction xD

[{Bio Hazard}]

Sain's Profile is offically FINISHED....-sighs-

[:Akio:]

Alright!

Accepted

Will read later