Antistata

Personality: She's a standard boxer personality with a dash of special sprinkled on top. Her views are different, her attitude is blunt, and sometimes she can be a little awkward socially. She doesn't mind her awkwardness, though. She's too busy trying to enjoy life instead of facing the other side of her own mind. Antistata is likely to be a great mother when that day comes to her. The need to nurture and help is an intense trait, although she fails to see it herself. Among all that bounce and fun, there is the aggressive protectiveness that also relates to how great of a mom she'll be. Anti will protect those she loves to the end - even if the word 'end' means 'death.'

Something else that ought to be known is Antistata's personality flaws, which she tries to hard to hide. Sometimes those mood swings she will bring on depression. Yeah, I did just say she goes through mood swings. Yup, her mood will go from happy, to sad, to ripping off your face in about ten minutes, give or take a few moods. She tries so very hard to appear like there's nothing unusual going on, but mood swings mixed with bluntness doesn't always fit well together. It's not uncommon for her to muck things up with such a flaw as this one.


History: Antistata doesn't have much history she can actually tell you. What she remembers is, the past two years have been hell. It's been long and dreadful, with no explanation for anything. Prior to the past two years, she remember nothing. It's all blank, black, and empty in her mind. It's incredibly frustrating for the young dog, but she deals with it while hoping it comes back to her someday.

On the other hand, there is plenty I can tell you about miss Antistata's past. She was born between two boxers who happened upon each other, only briefly. She was born into a cold, rainy Autumn day to her lonesome mother, alongside three other puppies. One of the puppies was white. It was her only sister in the group, and fate took her away. As sad as it was, Anti's mother was relieved. It alleviated the mother that extra mouth to feed; the only benefit behind a defected pup in a world where dogs ate dogs, and cats ate dogs, too.

Fast forward to about six months. Antistata and her siblings were getting pretty big pretty quickly, thanks to the strong genetics of her mother. Unfortunately, it also meant her mother ended up abandoning them all one day, and it caught them all off guard. It took two days for her brothers to choose to leave, but it took Anti two weeks. Nearly starved and dying of thirst, she had to crawl her way around until she found a corpse. Without even checking on what it was, she began to naw on it. After feeling a bit better, Antistata found strength enough to stand again, and wandered off. Little did she know, it was her own mother she had used to nourish herself. The way of such a cruel world.

At two years old, Antistata found herself standing on a cliff peeking off the side. It was there that she lost her memory.

Season born:  Autumn

RP Sample: The setting is simple. Winter - the kind of winter where it's cold alone, but liveable if with another. Unfortunately, this pup was not with another. Instead, she had to suffer the terrible loneliness in the cold world. Luckily, she'd found herself comfort in an old building. A torn cloth - probably an old blanket - became something to snuggle up in. Antistata breathed a sigh and rolled from her belly to side. A chilled breeze flowed through a broken window and touched her bared belly, causing her to adjust her position to being curled up under the blanket, with only her nose poking out.

Another sigh, and small grin. Life wasn't an easy, but she tried to imagine it as an amazing adventure. She was merely on a long quest and at the end of it, she would reach her destination. She was sure that her destination would provide truth, hope, and enlightenment. Even though she had met dogs who would argue against her points, she figured that - logically - there had to be a happy ending out there. There could not be so much loneliness and hurt in the middle of life to not have a happy ending.

Link to image of character: Here - The credit is mine. Art is mine.