Zuka, Define Sanity.

[&&Roach..]

Zuka



alias: Shorty
age: 2 years of age
gender: She-dog
breed(s):Border Collie x Sheltie
height: 18 inches
weight: 40 pounds (Im not sure, I haven't weighed her in a while so..)

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physical:
First, let us describe the build of this fine example of perfection. The dog we have here, is slight, like that of her breed, she was built to run, her pillars eat up the earth as if it were a snack. Her skull is built in that of her most dominant breed, border collie. So it is slight, and arrow shaped. Her chest takes up a good deal of her bod', it his deep, her lungs large, drawing in large amounts of air.

Second, we come upon her coloring, it is a deep midnight color. The ebonite is broken though on her chest, where grand ivory reigns, and her paws are flecked with the same snow-color. In the sunlight the deep midnight color turns to a rusted brown, and it seems to glow.
Her mug is flecked with a storm like color, not from old age, it's just the way the ebonite fades and mixes with the ivory.

Now, we dance on up to her optics. They are a deep chocolate brown. They shine like moons in her skull. Shards of ebonite dance and ring here and there in them. Many, can not look away once there optics land on her's, it's as if her optics are a force of their own.

Finally, we settle upon various details. The length of her grand pelt is that of an average border collie, it sways with gentle ease up and down her. Her ivories are yellowed, but at times they appear white. One audit is torn a little at the edge..

character:
IN simple words, with out detail.
Vain, insane, murderous, blood luster, and perfectly presented as innocent.

Vain, is it not well to know you are perfection. I know I am, I know that you'll drop dead at the sight of me, and not just from fear after you learn who I am. I take pride in my looks, I'm often grooming myself, I make sure my pelt shines, I make sure that I stand just so in the sun so it glows like a rusted fire. I make sure that you worship me, and are jealous of me. You'll fine no knots, no flaws, the knick in my ear adds to my perfection, and you know, you know it or you know you die.

Insane, is nothing but sane with in infront of it. I know how my mind works, and I love the ideas it's placed before me. I love watching the largest canines run in fear as I stand upon the earth. I love tearing their throats fron them, watching their crimson blood as it gently lapps my paws. The last look of fear in their optics...

Oh blood..Yes..Blood, I love it's taste, I love the feel of battle. Have i mentioned how I like to kill everything? I think I have, I'm not positive though. So please let me see if I can remind myself...Ahh, yes, yes I have.. I beleaive I atleast hinted it, and if you couldn't guess you are dumber than you looked.

"And how is something like you, so Innocent, so evil?"

Oh, Darling! I AM SO GLAD, you asked. You'll only see my evil side, when I decide it's time, tiem to kill you, time to feel your blood, the look..Oh, yes back on topic. I have that look in my optics, thae look that presents playfullness, puppiness really. You know that, please play with me look. The puppy dog look, ah I see you have finally figured out what i am talking about.

I seem to be carefree at first, you know the saying three strikes your out..While three glances your out. First glance, innocent, puppy. Second glance, a beauty. Third glance, a killer.

history:

What, my past..Hmm, oh yes, that dreadfully fun thing.

Well let me see, as a pup was I like how I am now..Yes, I was born this way, and once I learned what I could do once to my darling mother's dismay I stayed this way.
You know I did have a brother..Once..Oh and a mother...Turns out I was to much for them, they didn't like me or my perfection, I outshined them..My mother called me pathetic, she didn't have much breath left fter that..I beleaive the maggots danced in her for weeks, and the crows cawed for many days, they forms dancing and swirling over her PAHTETIC carcass.

MY brother I did take pity on him..Mistake, a big one, I woke up one night, and found his ebonite and ivory form standing over me..He siad he was going to kill me, I laughed, a purely insane laugh, he flinched..I know he was scared, I no longer had pity for him. Let's just say he's rotting in hell with dear mother.

Oh, what did i do after that? Well I had been in contact with Roach for sometime then, she's my half sister, thanks to darling father. roach, lte me just say breaifly is the most demonic creature I have ever met, I do not think she has ever goen one night with out consuming another canine...Well, that's a story for her to tell. Anyhow, I was about 7 months at the time.

She took me with her, she's only a year older then me, but her mother..Well, once again a story for her to tell. I followed her loyaly, Killing what she told me too, doing her bidding. She is not one that I even would think about rebelleing againtst. You know the devil when you see it...

I have lost count as to how many I have killed, I know it's much more then the years I have lived, I know it levels out to abou tone dog every month, usually more. I like hearing my name whispered by canines on ther street, I love it, they flinch when they figure out who I am, and who i Know..



relations:
Roach - half sister.

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out of character name:
Scarface
role play example:

would you mind if I killed you
Zuka
understand that I need to

screams
blood
jealousy
life

click...click..Constant perfection..My claws sharpened to perfection, me groomed and shining. My coat, there was not one night, it was sleek, midnight hued. The sun danced its strange dance in the sky, setting my pelt to blaze a russeted color. The brutes they followed, tonuges dragged, they barked, calling, wanting not getting. ..

*short post yep yep*

age: optional.
where'd you find us?:
From Broken of course, and I know Kayne so..
experience: 4 years