Info on the Player
Your OOC Name: Ellie.
Contacts You're Willing To Share: MSN (pm me for it)
Myspace, www.myspace.com/xoutofplacex
Times You're Usually On: I like to check in every few hours. ^^
Other Characters You Play:
Um... This would be my first character on here. ;] But this character is one of my main characters for more than one other roleplay.
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Info on the Character
Name: Rosie
Age: 6 years, nearer 7.
Breed: Irish Setter.
Appearance: Rosies fur is short and fine on her head and forelegs but the rest of her fur is fairly long. Her fur is a rich chesnut red from top to tail. Rosies eyes are a dark brown with lighter flecks of an almost beige colour. Rosie has a small scar above her right eye and a slightly larger scar on her back left leg. It is not obvious unless you specifically look for it, but none the less, it is there. Rosie is rather thin and her ribs are begining to show through her fur, she is naturally quite a slight breed.
Personality: Rosie is a motherly type. Who is quite unsure of herself, when it comes to other dogs. She does however have good people skills, and it is not unknown for her to beg for her food. Rosie has never had a litter, and is certainly hoping for one, but it's not her main priority at the moment. In fact it's far from it. Rosie is not to bothered about the actions of others, but if she thinks what someone has done is wrong, she will stand by her decision. Rosie is not overly submissive, nor is she overly dominant, she would however be feirce with other dogs who tried to act strongly against her. She does, though, know where to stop. Rosie is not really scared of many things, however one fear of hers is bicycles, she has not liked them ever since an accident which happened when she was a pup.
History: Rosie was taken in as a young puppy, well, when I say taken in it's not quite that. Rosie was adopted, by a homeless man called Chris. Chris looked after Rosie for a very long time, until in fact, he died. Rosie was very strongly attached to him and still wears a bandana he put on her, it may be raggedy and it may be tatty, but Rosie refuses to get rid of it. Rosie has only been alone now for less than a month and is still unsure of where to go and what to do with herself now she has nobody to tell her so. During this past month, she has run into a fight with another dog, whom it was she is unsure, but this dog has left her with two scars, one only a slight dint above her eye, and the other more severe upon her leg. Rosie has since been more wary of other dogs, but is still keen as ever on puppies.

Likes: Pups, some humans, older dogs, food, looking her best.
Dislikes: Bikes, larger dogs, some humans, small children, cats, any animal which might pose a threat to her.

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Sample Post: [TAKEN FROM ANOTHER SITE I RP ON WITH ROSIE]
On a road which stretched either way, as far as the eye could see, was a dog, a skinny irish setter looked up and down the road cautiously in an attempt to check that there were no cars coming. She glanced to the left one last time, her head held elegantly high before cautiously walking over to the middle of the road. Rosie had walked down this road for some time, looking for some animal which had not been clever enough to listen for cars. It had been a while before she found something worth putting her neck on the line for. The sun beat down on her from high in the sky and she slunk over to the fresh kill quickly. Rosie didn't like to scavenge, but such an opportunity could not be missed. Rosie looked at the animal now, she could just recognise the shape of a larger rabbit, and she could tell it hadn't been dead long, it was still warm. Rosie lifted her head again looking again for any signs of traffic. Her ears were pricked for any noises as she slowly began to eat the animal. Rosie felt a tinge of humiliation. She would never normally be seen dead doing this, but she was so far from any other food which she could catch easily and she had been for so long without food, that now, she knew she must eat, or face the thought of never eating again.

That's right... Eat the filth from the floor, like the mongrel you are, a voice spat at her from inside her skull, Chris will be turning in his grave, knowing you're eating something like roadkill. You brought him to an early death and now you're going to rub a little salt in the wounds are you? Show him how well his little gem has come off? Scavenging like a tramp.