Jader's Logs

[Jaderkist]

.:J A D E R K I S T:.

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--The name is Jaderkist, though many know me as Jader.
--I am a German Shepherd Dog, purebreed.
-- At four years of age, I stand at 25 inches at the shoulder, weighing in at about 100 lbs of pure brawn.
-- I'm strong even for a male, and I tone my muscles regularly to keep in top shape.
-- I may be easily distracted by pretty bitches, but can you blame me? I'm a guy, after all.
-- My heart beats for no one at the moment, but that just might change.
-- Think I'm sexy? Oh, I know you do.[/center][/color]

.:The Mental:.

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Loyalty has always been of utmost importance to him, and thus he would never betray or abandon a comrade. He isn't anti-social at all, but at the same time he prefers dogs to approach HIM first rather than him going up to THEM. Still, he's very confident in himself, and has a high regard for his own being; a trait acquired from how many females seemed to find him "sexy" in other years. Upon seeing a bitch he considers to be attractive, however, Jader is not afraid to strike a conversation. In that sense, he can be quite the ladies man...a flirt. But it all depends on his mood. If in a fouler mood, it is not unheard of for him to lash out at even the slightest issue, and becoming easily irritable and rathert aggressive; you don't want to catch him on a bad day. Usually this aggression comes out over protectiveness as well; he assumes responsibility for the well-being of his friends, pups, and females. If they get hurt, he'll first avenge them and then later beat himself up over it, blaming the accident on himself when in reality he's almost never the cause of the event. He has a good sense of figuring out a dog's basic personality, just by analyzing they way they hold themself. Of course, he isn't perfect, but what he gets is a pretty good idea of the dog. Either way, if you befriend him, he'll be with you 'till the bitter end; that you can be sure of.[/left][/color]

.:The Physical:.

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Medium-length coat, measured to about 1 3/4 inches, is colored a uniform black with tan-dipped forelegs and distinguishers on the brows, neck, and chest. Eyes are a deep chestnut brown, uncommon in his breed but nevertheless breathtaking, shadows constantly interchanging within them as he moves. Ears are erect and pricked, tail carriage low and saber-shaped. Muscles fill out his frame, in perfect porportion to his body and sculpted well from years of earning them. Some might say handsome; but that's for you to decide.[/right][/color]

.:The Memoirs:.

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Originally, Jaderkist was born on the streets. His mother was a stray, and she mated with a pedigree show dog she met on some random fling. When she gave birth, two out of the five pups were stillborn. Superstitious as she was, the mother took this as a bad omen for the remaining three pups and left them to die. One of them only lasted a week. The other two, about a day later, were found by an animal rescue and taken to a kennel.

Jaderkist, the strongest and presumed firstborn of the litter, was adopted a fortnight later to be trained as a police dog. He excelled in his work, and helped the police capture many ruaways in the two and half years during which he served.

Then, on one dank, rainy night, the fugitive Jader was chasing turned around and fired two shots. One hit his shoulder, the other his ribcage. He nearly died that night...but luckily the vets were able to save him. However, he still has two white scars where the bullets collided with his body. Both circles, with a few fragmented edges.

Because of the accident, Jaderkist developed an extreme fear of guns and the sound of gunshots. Police dog trainers did everything they could to try to get him to get over his phobia, but nothing seemed to work. So, since he was no longer of any use to them, he was sent to a local pound, where he spent three months in solitude and fear.

After the three months had passed, the pound realized that no one was going to buy the three-year-old shepherd. I mean, let's face it; any human would be much more interested in a little puppy than a full-grown GSD. However, he was lucky, because they did bot believe in lethal injections. So, they released him into the streets, where he's been ever since.[/left][/color]

.:The Impressions:.

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Name: Joanna
Gender: Bitch
Breed: German Shepherd Dog
Relationship: Friend?
Thoughts: The first bitch (or canine, for that matter), I've met on the streets here. It's nice to get to know someone of my breed...and a bitch at that. You seem to be a very nice gal, and you are rather beautiful. Who knows where this relationship might go, at this point. I can't wait to get to know you better.[/center][/color]

[Jaderkist]

Satyra...

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~ My name is Satyra...I have no nickname.
~ My bloodlines is that of Dutch Shepherd x Belgian Malinois; I favor neither side of my heritage.
~ I am 4 1/2 years old, with a height of 22.8 inches exactly, and a weight of 73 lbs.
~ No shit I'm a bitch...do I need to spell that out for you?
~ Depending on my mood, I have two personalities. You'd better hope you catch me in my good one.
~ I have no lover, nor do I expect one.
~ My life is for others; no one's life is for me.

On the inside...

For the most part, she's a real sweetie with a natural need to please. She likes to be in charge and in control, but she knows when it's better to back down and let it go rather than fight. Very reliable and trustworthy, she's a bitch you can pour all your secrets into, as she's an incredibly good listener and would never tell a secret if her life depended on it. Still, she always speaks her mind, with complete honesty. Even to the extent of hurting someone unintentionally, which can be her downfall. And she's sarcastic. Oh, hell yes. There are, very literally, two sides to her: That bitchy, sarcastic, headstrong side, and then the sweet, pleasing, affectionate, sociable side. It just depends on the mood she's in, very literally. Either way, she expects nothing from the world but gives it everything she can; she's always looking out for others, and will stop at nothing to protect those in need, even if she doesn't know them. Because she has a very low opinion of herself, and views herself as an ugly bitch whom no dog could ever fall in love with. Good or bad? You decide.

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The exterior...

She has the medium-length Dutch Shepherd coat, hard to the touch, with a dense undercoat close-lying to her figure. It's colored a copper brindle, with black-brown points (points: head/face and forelegs/paws). Bodice is long and lithe, with slender legs built for speed and vigor. Tail is lightly-feathered and hangs in a saber shape, with length to match the rest of her body. Ears are pricked and erect, eyes a dark brown lined with black; almond-shaped, not protruding. Though she's very lean and her ribs are fairly visible, her bodice has good, taut muscles from years of running. One flaw is that there is a hole in her left ear, in the thin membrane. She also has two noticeable scars: one running down her right thigh, the other coiled partially around her left front foreleg.[/right][/color]

History...

Satyra was born on the streets, a product of a fling between two random lovers who hardly knew each other. Her mother, a Belgian Malinois housepet, knew that if her humans found out about her pregnancy, they'd never let her out on the streets alone again. So, she ran away for the nine months of labor, seeking out the Dutch Shepherd who had fathered the pups she bore. She found him, and he let her stay with him out of guilt in his home. When she gave birth, he turned on her. Truth was, he belonged to a gang that needed a new generation because the lead male had lost his mate, and the Dutch Shepherd had been second-in-line, so he was in charge of "making" new members. He killed Satyra's mother in her weakness, and brought the five pups home to his leader. As the lead male was a Belgian, he called them his own and no one ever knew of their real blood heritage.

In the end, only three of the five survived to adulthood. The other two were killed by illness. Those three were Satyra and her two brothers, Klaedr and Rusch. As the firstborn, Klaedr was named the heir of the pack, and looked down upon his younger siblings. He and their "father" often abused Satyra, as the males of the gang looked upon females as weak and useful only for sustaining bloodlines. However, Rusch protected her, and the two became inseperable. When they were just over the ripe age of a year, Klaedr tried to kill Satyra, but Rusch saved her life. The two promptly left the gang after that, shaken by the attack.

For a little over a year Rusch and Satyra wandered from place to place, never wishing for another gang but content with each others' company. Then one day, tragedy struck. A rabid dog attacked the duo, and one again Rusch saved his sister by killing the thing. But he was, of course, infected with the disease. Slowly he was bent to its will, and driven insane by its consequences. Knowing he would soon attack her, Satyra was forced to murder him in his sleep. The brother she loved more than anything else in the universe, she had to kill with her own jaws.

After that, Satyra wandered alone. Ocassionally she would live with a gang for a few months, but she always left. Nothing ever felt right. Eventually she just gave up trying. And she's been on her own ever since.[/left][/color]

In recognition...

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