Post by Reba on Apr 15, 2011 20:15:17 GMT -5
YOUR BASICS
Name: Reba
Alias: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 1.5 years old. (She'd be like.. 17)
Height: 32
Weight: 129
Appearance: Slim dog, taking after her mother thought slightly deeper facials were inherited from her father. Darker hued 'hair' fell down the length to her shoulder, slanted to one side of her face. Darker cream with light cream underbelly and toes with a fluffy tail. Usually a teal bandanna was tied at the front of her neck.
Picture (optional):
YOUR BACKGROUND
Mother:
Father:
Any Siblings?: Yes... Buck, Trace and... crap... There was a girl... Carrie?
How did your parents get together?: I don't even... I'm not sure if we decided that this was after DWOW, or just simply after FaTH2? STITCH? I'll edit later... XD
AU you come from: ^^
YOUR PERSONALITY
Basic Personality: Reba is mostly a casual laid back girl, presumably she got this from her father. Though she has an air of uncertainty about her, a fiery temper isn't far beneath that calculating gaze.
Likes: Good whether, dog biscuits, grass/outdoors, pillows
Dislikes: Cold and rain, being made fun of or disrespected
Fears: She was always unsure of her mom and dad's relationship, didn't understand why they fought so much and was befuddled that they could come together once again. Guess she was always afraid that they'd fight themselves into a separation(not the case?). Fears a crap relationship I suppose. XD
Hopes and Dreams: She's uncertain about singing- convinced she doesn't have a good enough voice to fit in with the family, so tells others she can't sing. Though she's very much interested in a musical career, she'd like to aspire to be something great.
Temperment: Rather calm, tries to be tolerant, though has a harsh temper
YOUR STORY
History:
Reba was the eldest of these Dixie and Cash puppies. She was born in a litter before the other three. Her little consisting of two, the other- originally supposed to be her brother- hadn't made it. She grew up knowing of her brother, but never considered just how upset it made her until an older age. So naturally, when the second litter of pups came along, Reba felt a little offended and left out. Was she not enough, that they needed another little to make up for her?
These thoughts were only time consuming for a short while. When the second litter grew up, Reba grew less obsessed with that idea, but it still lingered. She was considered just as much a part of the family as the other pups. All except for the fact that she couldn't sing. Parents sometime gave her a hard time, for not even trying- she'd never uttered a musical word before them. Siblings might have caught her a few times, though she was careful around Dixie and Cash. Perhaps too concerned if she was terrible or her voice wasn't acceptable enough, that she'd be out casted. She figured she was better off not even bothering. At least then they'd have the lingering curiosity.
JUDGEMENT
Sample Post:
"Darlin' why donchu go 'long with yer brothers 'an sister? Practice yer singin'?" Dixie asked offhandedly, though there was a sound of hope in her lightly stated suggestion. Reba eyed her mother up, stare only shifting to glance at her siblings before returning to her orange toned mother. "I think I'll just go take a walk by the water pool down the trail..." she muttered, turning away as she hung her head.
"You could try it," country accent started again, "Y'all might be surprised yah like it." Dixie tried a second time that conversation. Reba shrugged, "It's singing..." she stated coolly, "Not much more enjoyment after that." The girl was rather bland about the 'family business' it would appear. Not interested, though perhaps afraid of it. It remained undetermined.