WHEN I CAN'T BREATHE I WON'T ASK YOU TO STOP | wakescott

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  • GENERAL:

    Wakescott | Male

    14 months | Ages fluidly

    The Knights of Eden | Member

    Kidnapped house pet used as a bait/fighting dog, has severe distrust of humans & larger dogs. Slow to trust other males.


    RELATIONSHIPS:

    Single | Never searching

    Heteroromantic | Homosexual

    Neurotic and aggressive, Wakescott is incredibly difficult to get along with, as he is more interested in asserting himself or starting an argument than he is in properly socializing. Wakescott has very little fear of punishment and is quick to use physical means, pairing with his lack of respect and trust issues to make for very unpleasant interactions with him. Wake's actions are more than often not driven by fear and could almost be called feral, and while he is quick to challenge others he actually prefers to avoid fighting unless he is the one to initiate it. He often talks to himself and paces endlessly, and can be unnerving to talk too as sometimes he doesn't seem entirely in the moment.


    PHYSICAL:

    Adolescent male | health: 55%

    — (Reference) It's pretty apparent by just looking at Wakescott that he was not an offspring of natural selection with an elongated face, spindly legs, and well proportioned body that he hails from human-infested cities. Wakescott is a purebred smooth collie, with a pedigree that stretches back countless generations. As typical of his breed Wakescott bears a light caramel coat with an uneven dusting of black. His front legs are entirely white, a bright ivory that covers his chest and reaches up to cover his chest, covering the back of his neck. His markings are interrupted by a myriad of scars littered across his body. His face has few marks, whereas his neck and shoulders are spangled with scars: a handful of scars on his front legs are particularly visible due to his fur. The only thing on Wakescott that is atypical of a showing dog of his pedigree are his bright icy blue eyes, unusual for his lower amount of white.

    major injuries: none

    minor injuries: none


    PERSONALITY:

    positive, positive, positive, positive | neutral, neutral, neutral, neutral | negative, negative, negative, negative

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  • INTERACTION:

    Offense, excellent duelist with high mobility and burst damage | Incredibly difficult close-combat opponent | Weak to mental assaults

    — Unlike opponents of similar skill level of Wakescott, Wake himself does not have a sound strategy in combat: he plays fast and loose, launching at himself at enemies with gnashing teeth and raised hackles in quite literally a do-or-die mindset. When overstimulated in a battle, fire will begin to pour from Wake's mouth and will only cease when the threat is removed from his immediate area or he is knocked unconscious. Wakescott can inflict horrible burns on his enemies by doing so, but will suffer himself with third degree burns in his mouth. He will have little recollection of using such measures.

    Tag Wakescott. or quote original post when attacking

    Can powerplay non-violent or peaceful actions


    MISCELLANEOUS:

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  • PLAYLIST:

    Anachronism — Crywolf

    — your ghosts are real / i feel them in my lungs / breathe them in and out / resting on your bones / bowing to your throne / i wanna see what you see in the comfort of your skull / i'm rising and i'm falling and i'm losing all control / never feel again / never see your faults / i'm weaker than you know / screaming out with concrete sounds, i'm losing all control / and i could be the fire inside of your collapsing home / i could be the storm that tears down everything you hold

    Bad Things — K.Flay

    — drink til i'm dead, toast to my life / tell me what i'm fucked up / tell me that i'm wrong, that i'm right / tell me that i lost touch / tell me that i'm like him / tell me that i'm down for the fight / would anybody care if i woke up / everyone's stripped down, coked up / my mind it goes to the darkest places / i've got so much to love, sometimes i fucking hate it / first i felt faded, then it got loud / next i was wasted, then i blacked out / not who i seem, i mean like / i've been doing bad things / i've been having bad dreams / scared that i'll fail, knees in the dirt / calling up somebody that i don't love / tell me that i'm worthless / tell me that i'm hype, that i'll blow up / tell me i'm a fucked up person / i want it two ways, like to kill all of my pain with the same shot / i'll be alone forever in my head

    Blankets — Oh, Be Clever

    — the doctor said, "try upping the dosage" / what does he know? / i told him i think i'm hopeless / oh, i'm a slave, i'm a slave to psychosis / oh doctor, what's my prognosis? / i can't keep pulling the blanket up over my head / keep pulling the same shit over and over again / if i keep my head in the darkness / nobody's gonna break any promise / i am guarded / no matter what i do i'm a prisoner regardless / in a spiral, i'm going down / in denial, i'm going round and round / i'm a cancer to myself / it is over now?

    R.I.P. 2 My Youth — The Neighbourhood

    — r.i.p. to my youth / and you could call this the funeral / wrap me up in chanel inside my coffin / might g to hell and there ain't no stopping / might be a sinner and i might be a saint / i'd like to be proud but somehow i'm ashamed / sweet little baby in a world full of pain / i gotta be honest, i don't know if i could take it / everybody's talking, but what's anybody saying? / mama, there is only so much i can do / tough for you to witness, but it was for me too / i'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me / tell my sister don't cry and don't be sad / i'm in paradise with dad / close my eyes and then cross my arms / put me in the dirt, let me dream with the stars / throw me in a box with the oxygen off / when i can't breathe, i won't ask you to stop / when i can't breathe, don't call for a cop

    Twisted — MISSIO

    — my mother, she told me, "don't get in trouble" / my father, he told me he knew i would / my brothers, they told me, "don't give a damn" / my sister, she told me to do something good / i'm uncontrollable, emotional / chaotically proportional / i'm visceral, reloadable / everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted