if you could [END] this...

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i could make a dress
a robe fit for a prince down

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full name; apparatus
nickname(s); rat
age; 2 years
alliance; slave
breed; manned wolf

i could clothe a continent
but i can't sew a stitch

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tail; very fox-like; a rusty orange-red with white tip.
eyes; the pupil has been reduced to a very small dot inside the soft brown eyes.
defining characteristics; if you exclude her sharp, tall built of her race, she could be noticed by her lack of health. her fur is very thin and fine, as if it would break off at touch. apparatus' body is devoid of nearly all fat. she, also, has claw marks on the top and bottom of her maw.
full physical description; fur is a rusty color; orange and red mixed together by brown. her black legs are as if a spiders; long and slender. at first glance, or perhaps by a side glance, you could easily mistake the wolf for a fox. however, her size is an obvious sign of her true species. with a long nose, short tail, and wide ears apparatus can be concluded as a wolf. the fur along her neck sticks up and is black. completing her look.

i used to be the smart one
sharp as a tack

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likes;

• creatures that fly
  
• repositioning things
  
• watching fights
  

strengths;

• no guilt in killing
  
• needs little food
  
• fights hard
  
• has long legs
  
• lack of conscience
  

weaknesses;

• almost completely dependent
  
• makes no decisions herself
  
• easily confused
  
• oblivious
  
• lack of conscience
  

favorite saying; "yes sir."
favorite food; prefers small creatures (vole, quill), nothing too big at one time
full personality; others might turn their noses to her. she seems completely mindless and without any guilt or conscience. a killing machine, a conformer, a slave that has no will. they'd scowl at her, how her soul broke so easily. rat had given up. personality has long left her.

funny how that skipping years ahead
has held me back

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mother;foster, deceased
father; accident, deceased
full history; both of rat's parents were defiant and activistic slaves. striking out, often, against their masters or being stubborn and standing their ground. it was such behavior that drew them together. a certain master was taking in slaves that posed a possible threat of their freedom. once under his custody, he would give them the roughest and cruelest of tasks. foster and accident both had been bought (?) by that master.
when apparatus was born, her master feared she would become something like her parents. so he decided to break her spirit while she was young. isolated and tortured during her pup-hood, she never knew of her parents. when she was old enough, she was trained vigorously; fighting methods. when she did something against her master, severe punishment.
rat, at a point, found her tongue could be a sharp weapon. so she would use it, growling under her breath and cursing behind other's backs. when the master finally caught on, he took her and held her jaws closed, his claws digging into her skin. after many occurrence of this punishment, she eventually never spoke unless permission was granted.
over time, rat was nearly brainwashed. her master eventually died and she was transfered into new paws.
[ffff, uhm, anyone want to "adopt" her? x0]

can't you just fix it for me
it's gone berserk

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did you read the rules?; aye (:
roleplay example;

The sun was slowly lifted itself out of the horizon. The Mountbatten pink wolf had waken moments before hand. Muscles were sore from the distance he had ran the previous day. With hopes of finding a better, more comfortable resting place. Realized, he did, it was foolish to run all that way in one evening. Regardless it had happened and it was over with. Right now his main focus was getting a nice morning meal. He raised his maw towards the air and breathed in the air.

Laced with dew and the scent of leaves. He slowly shut together his mouth, leaving his head still in the air. He then took in deep, short sniffs. Through all the forest and morning smells, he could seek out the stench of rabbit. Lowered his head and his lips curled into a smile. The movement in his stomach reminded him more of his hunger. With any luck, he could catch this puny creature. Gingerly, he tried to trace the scent.

As he stalked through the undergrowth, his paw snapped a lone twig. An insect was alarmed and soared into the air for a few moments before settling down in some more leaves. Instantly attracted to the creature, Dyslexic turned rapidly. He lowered himself closer to the ground. When he had, the tiny grasshopper took notice and then flung to another spot. Dyslexic followed after it.

CREDITS;
lyrics by dresden dolls
original template by brielle.

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i'll pay you anything if you can end this...
...hello i love you won't you tell me your name?

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[*.Rumor.*]

Accepted*