Posts by everlastinghappiness

a sharp hiss seemed his escape his jaws as he was hit in the back of the head, his long, robotic, tail lashing back and forth. he guessed he had yo play along, in order to get his chance to leave. however, when he was called an it, that tivked him off. he was not insecure about his masculinity, and he would make that every clear. "trust me. i am far from an "it." I am a man. and i can prove it, if you'd like." a smile appeared across his face, pushing his flirtatous brow up across his handsome features. as to what he could do? he was a killer, and he enjoyed fucking. not much there. "as far as what i can do, i can either fuck your brains out for days, or you can do so to me. i can switch up. and i kill for a living. i will never stop that, as blood between my paws is too much of a great feeling." he was being honest. fucking and killing were his specialties, and he was far from shy about it. but he was rarely with bigger animals, so he had a special body just for them, if they wanted. she, he, they, didn't matter. a good time, was a good time. and if he was not satisfied, he'd kill 'em. simple.

— name

questionmarks

— gender

cis male

— age

physically 16 months, spiritually & mentally unaged| aging rate ages at roleplayers discretion

— sexuality

unknown

— clan/rank

n/a

—previous clans/ranks

n/a

— titles

n/a

— unofficial titles

n/a

— voiceclaim | faceclaim

undecided

undecided

— appearance

[birth + main] | shepard | health 100%

questions is a overly skinny, white shepard with green eyes, and torn ears. along his skinny muzzle are scars from fights he used to be put into. along his neck as more gruesome scars, but since the needed to be covered, he wears a green scarf covered in question marks. his body is skimmy and malnourished, but he doesnt mind it all that much. scars rack his body from when he was forced into dog fighting, but they have mostly healed since then.

— overview

questionmarks is actually a really nice canine. he can be super nice, and super loyal, but don't let that fool you, cause his friends have been known to go missing. he will kill anyone, but it is never quite sure if he dislikes you or not, so its never best to assume. he enjoys riddles, reading books, and anythung shakespeare. before kills he tends to speak in riddles, giving said person chance to answer it, but if they are wrong, they wil either be killed or tortured, depending on how he is feeling. it is rare that he doesnt have a smile on his face, unless he is around other male dogs that he doesnt trust as that is pretty triggering for him, along with humans since humans are the only thing he fears.

— likes

riddles, bloodshed, shakespeare, books, killing, fighting

— dislikes

other male dogs(can be triggering depending on how they approach him), being messed with, humans

— parents

GRIMM × NPC

- grimm is a professional fighting dog. after getting some female pregnant, he took in his son, wanting to give him a good life but, before he could do anything, questions was trained to become a fighting dog. grimm feels really bad about what his son became, and tries to make amends.

— siblings

unknown/open for plotting

— children

it is possible he has some

— mentorships

n/a

— romantic relationships

n/a

— close friends/trusts

no close friends, currently trusts no one

— enemies/does not trust

enemies with n/a, does not trust anyone

— birth date

n/a

— creation date

september, 2016

question didn't know what he was doing. he could of been out torturing someone, or reading his favorite shakespearean books, but no. he was dragged out by these two, in which he called friends, to join some group he knew nothing of. his tongue clicked in his mouth, as the former fighting dog walked by himself. he was still getting ussd to being around amother male dog, without actually having to fight for his life in order to get the scraps tbat thpse dreadful humans fed him. for a "smart" species, humans sure were cruel.

the shepard adjusted his hat, an oddly satified look on his face. but he wasnt satified at all. he was upset if anything. he did not want to be around anyone. he just wanted to live out his life, reading , and killing others. was that too much to ask? snorting, the malnurished canine walked near his bouncy counterpart, ears flicking back.

"speech."

question angrily clicked his tongue, a rough growl coming from his jaws. he could introduce himself. he did not need some fucking stupid dog telling others his name, and all of that. "yes, that's my name. questionmarks." the canine snorted, tapping his paw on the ground below him, partially looking at his lovely friend who introduced him. he did not need help. his torn ears flicked backwards as he looked over this blazestar. hmm. maybe he would not try and kill her, as she held herself as if she had a bit of power here. that would not be his best bet.

the canine did not need to be judged for his irrational hate of other male dogs. he hated them and it was just that simple. it wasn't like he really wanted to be, it was just he was brought up to fight any male dog he saw, and it was very hard to get over that fact, seeing as if he didn't, he didn't eat. tough luck, anyways. he did not want to by pitied for what happened, either. he did not need that type of attention, anyways. the torn ears shepard twitched his nose, coming around to see godlymelody. yes, godlymelody. a beautiful dog indeed, but he was too invested in his fucked up mentality to say anything aloud. "why does that fucker get a gift too? i mean, i love him and all that shit but does he really deserve that?" he asked, knowing that caine would more than likely hear him, not that he really cared anyways.