Post by Sweeney Terrier on May 30, 2014 11:08:32 GMT -5
As some of you know, I've been thinking about making another pup by the name of Marilyn, (more as in Marilyn Monroe than Marilyn Manson, though). I guess one thing that drove to make her is the fact that sometimes….I just get lost in music, (heck one time, I stubbed my right small toe on the PC desk's base when just 'dancing'/moving to the rhythm of "I Won't Say I'm In Love" from Disney's Hercules. Also….this Marilyn is blind. Also, I didn't think of fur color until now, that much. ^^;
Name: Marilyn
Nickname: n/a or none
Gender: Female
Breed: Dachshund
Age: 11 (dog years)
Height: Same as Chive, maybe 1/4 of an inch shorter
Fur color: Same as Lupus, (or Sandy's brown spots )
Eye color: Grey, due to blindness but a slight hint of deep blue that one can see if viewer and light is at the right angle
Sexuality: Straight
Alignment: Good
Friends: Katrina, Vladimir, Abby, Roxy, Chive, Lilly, Joey, Oddy, and Snowball (will add more in time)
Enemies: None distinctly or currently aside from any who may exploit her blindness or tease her, like Mooch
Likes: Just about any music genre, namely classical, theatrical/film, jazz, and mid-late 1900's rock, (as in from the Rolling Stones to Metallica and Nirvana), along with a select few non-theatrical songs from the 2000's. Also doesn't mind when some one kind enough offers to help her navigate around a certain place, such as the farm.
Dislikes: Most non-theatrical/film music of the 2000's, (least of the 2010's that is). Being teased, exploited, or downgraded for her blindness. The idea of wearing the usual, cliche/stereotypical pitch-black shades that distinguish a blind person from a…..non-blind figure, as it makes her feel more different or more conspicuous, (therefore more prone to being a verbal bullying target).
Bio: Marilyn was actually, originally, a stray dog in the nearby town of Gruteley, (but she wasn't born blind), but at some point in her puppyhood, she lost her parents to the consequences of living on the street, (her father to the dog catcher and her mother who tried to protect her in a territorial fight with other stray pets or feral animals). Alone, practically orphaned, and with very few friends that weren't out on the streets, Marilyn just tried to survive, minding the business of other strays, (especially ones with love interests or families), and tended to just live on her own. Although, her personal preference of residence was in an alley next to a local music store that, not only sold CDs but also, occasionally, a few instruments, (namely guitars and a keyboard or two, other smaller devices like kazoos). For some reason, she just seemed to like hanging around it, listening to the music, (especially the soothing sounds of soft rock or classical music), though she never entered it….except on one occasion…
Just about a day or two from becoming her aforementioned age, Marilyn was a bit curious and anxious to see what the store looked like on the inside, (that and to hear more music at a closer perspective, rather than muffled through walls or doors. Thankfully, it wasn't a busy day, as there were very few customers browsing the stocks. However, shortly after entry, as she looked around and walked up to what she learned to be a guitar, (during her weeks living in the alley, sometimes taking a peek at the store), a bit anxious or curious to try it out, the store's owner saw her and ran up to her, firmly telling her to not touch the guitar, or rather to get out more specifically. She namely the first part, since if she couldn't try the guitar, she thought maybe he'd be fine with her trying a piano, so she walked up to a nearby keyboard and tried reaching for the keys. She was able to hit about 3, though gently since she had to stretch and stand on two, leaning against the instrument, until the owner grabbed her and carried her away from the keyboard, whispering though more strictly to her, questioning her if she could hear at all, and she nodded but her eyes were glued to the keyboard as she wanted to play some more and tried to wriggle out of the owner's grip. The owner noticed this and snorted a bit and took her out into the alley she lived in and, though somewhat fiercely, told her that she is not to touch the instruments, or mess around with them, and if she tries again, she'll be going to the pound.
However, the boss then paused a moment, and thought of, what he considered a better idea. He took out a pocket flashlight, showed it to Marilyn and just turned it on, a few inches from her face and then flashed it on and off for no more than 20 seconds, as by the end of those seconds, Marilyn closed her eyes and rubbed them a bit firmly, (though not too hard), with her right paw, whimpering distinctly. After a few more seconds, she shook her head and opened them, but she began to look around, whimpering. She couldn't see distinct figures, but she could see outlines of some beings, especially the man holding her by the nape of her neck. She had become partly blind through the flashlight's usage. The owner, satisfied with his answer, chose to put away the flashlight, and told the lil' blind Dachshund, that should she try to enter again, and play with the instruments, he'll hand her over to the dogcatcher, but if she damages them, (or comes in when he's not there, and an instrument is out of position or damaged), then he will deafen her or kill her himself. This, Marilyn could clearly hear as she whimpered in fear and nodded her head.
The owner snorted once more, and set Marily down, facing her towards the longer portion of the alley, away from the street and yelled at her to scram, which she did fearfully in seconds.
However, as she went down the alley and through the city, meaning to escape the owner, (should something happen to his store and he blame her), Marilyn unfortunately came into the territory or turf of many dogs, most of which were bigger than her, but some of them, (mostly with a pup or a spouse), chose to spare her as her running and walking had a distinct wandering-like manner. However, one certain dog of a mixed breed, but bigger than her, on his own, growled at her at which she paused, looking around for the growler, wanting to apologize, as she shivered a bit in fear. She eventually found the growler and was about to apologize but she had been in his turf, (just within the borders), for around a minute or two, so before she could open her mouth, the dog swung his fore right paw across her face, giving her a slightly diagonal scar that crossed both eyes, (though wasn't noticeable or massive all the way through), and pushed her back distinctly. She whimpered at the contact of the claw, and was bleeding a bit between the eyes. She hesitantly rushed away from her attacker, which thankfully was in the right direction but as she stopped at one point, sitting in the shade of a tall building but not in any animal's territory, she wiped her face where the cut was, namely where it was bleeding, (right between the eyes, where the nose started), and tried to clean it by licking her paw and lightly rubbing the spot. However, as the blood stopped flowing down her cheeks and nose a bit, she opened her eyes but all was essentially a blur, with barely a color, aside from black, grey, and white. She walked about slowly, checking to see if it was just the light, but it wasn't. She had become blind, or at least very short-sighted. She couldn't see figures, details, let alone outlines. All was a blur….but she did take notice that she could smell and hear, and of course touch things and feel the contact still. After mourning for a short while on her loss of eyesight, she continued on her way, though very cautiously and quite often in that wandering, unintentionally vagrant manner, as she didn't know where she was going.
Eventually, she stumbled onto Dearly Farm, and was rather nervous, but also curious or intrigued, by the place as it wasn't as noisy and rambunctious as the city, but she could hear much barking, yipping, and such animal sounds coming from practically all over it, though she didn't quite know what it was as she never had left Gruteley. However, with her cut mark left as a scar, but not bleeding, and no longer able to see her own nose in front of her, Marilyn figured that it'd be safer to stay wherever she currently was than take her chances, following the road, or continue walking.
Personality: Tends to be a bit of shy type, (though not as much as Katrina), but is rather kind and tends to try not getting involved in fights for fear of losing more than her sight alone, (though that is already gone). Enjoys listening to music, (long as it ain't blaring out loud), as it tells her she can still hear. While she does mourn the loss of her sight, she takes a bit of pride in it, as it sort of improves her other senses, namely hearing and smell. She knows she often when alone or not that knowledgeable of how her surroundings are set up, has a wandering walking pattern but doesn't mean to have one in truth. She also is able to hold in her anger as well, but usually feels down, sad, or depressed when she's exploited, downgraded, or teased for her….'disability'.
Love interest: none atm
Marital status: single
Family: Father, (in pound), mother, (deceased), and no siblings
Theme song:[/u] I'm gonna say "I Love Rock n' Roll" by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, but that isn't her favorite, though she does like it.
Appearance:[/u]
Image done by General.
If anyone can think of a less….tragic or frightening way for Marilyn to lose her sight, please post it in this thread. Also, please tell me what you think.
Name: Marilyn
Nickname: n/a or none
Gender: Female
Breed: Dachshund
Age: 11 (dog years)
Height: Same as Chive, maybe 1/4 of an inch shorter
Fur color: Same as Lupus, (or Sandy's brown spots )
Eye color: Grey, due to blindness but a slight hint of deep blue that one can see if viewer and light is at the right angle
Sexuality: Straight
Alignment: Good
Friends: Katrina, Vladimir, Abby, Roxy, Chive, Lilly, Joey, Oddy, and Snowball (will add more in time)
Enemies: None distinctly or currently aside from any who may exploit her blindness or tease her, like Mooch
Likes: Just about any music genre, namely classical, theatrical/film, jazz, and mid-late 1900's rock, (as in from the Rolling Stones to Metallica and Nirvana), along with a select few non-theatrical songs from the 2000's. Also doesn't mind when some one kind enough offers to help her navigate around a certain place, such as the farm.
Dislikes: Most non-theatrical/film music of the 2000's, (least of the 2010's that is). Being teased, exploited, or downgraded for her blindness. The idea of wearing the usual, cliche/stereotypical pitch-black shades that distinguish a blind person from a…..non-blind figure, as it makes her feel more different or more conspicuous, (therefore more prone to being a verbal bullying target).
Bio: Marilyn was actually, originally, a stray dog in the nearby town of Gruteley, (but she wasn't born blind), but at some point in her puppyhood, she lost her parents to the consequences of living on the street, (her father to the dog catcher and her mother who tried to protect her in a territorial fight with other stray pets or feral animals). Alone, practically orphaned, and with very few friends that weren't out on the streets, Marilyn just tried to survive, minding the business of other strays, (especially ones with love interests or families), and tended to just live on her own. Although, her personal preference of residence was in an alley next to a local music store that, not only sold CDs but also, occasionally, a few instruments, (namely guitars and a keyboard or two, other smaller devices like kazoos). For some reason, she just seemed to like hanging around it, listening to the music, (especially the soothing sounds of soft rock or classical music), though she never entered it….except on one occasion…
Just about a day or two from becoming her aforementioned age, Marilyn was a bit curious and anxious to see what the store looked like on the inside, (that and to hear more music at a closer perspective, rather than muffled through walls or doors. Thankfully, it wasn't a busy day, as there were very few customers browsing the stocks. However, shortly after entry, as she looked around and walked up to what she learned to be a guitar, (during her weeks living in the alley, sometimes taking a peek at the store), a bit anxious or curious to try it out, the store's owner saw her and ran up to her, firmly telling her to not touch the guitar, or rather to get out more specifically. She namely the first part, since if she couldn't try the guitar, she thought maybe he'd be fine with her trying a piano, so she walked up to a nearby keyboard and tried reaching for the keys. She was able to hit about 3, though gently since she had to stretch and stand on two, leaning against the instrument, until the owner grabbed her and carried her away from the keyboard, whispering though more strictly to her, questioning her if she could hear at all, and she nodded but her eyes were glued to the keyboard as she wanted to play some more and tried to wriggle out of the owner's grip. The owner noticed this and snorted a bit and took her out into the alley she lived in and, though somewhat fiercely, told her that she is not to touch the instruments, or mess around with them, and if she tries again, she'll be going to the pound.
However, the boss then paused a moment, and thought of, what he considered a better idea. He took out a pocket flashlight, showed it to Marilyn and just turned it on, a few inches from her face and then flashed it on and off for no more than 20 seconds, as by the end of those seconds, Marilyn closed her eyes and rubbed them a bit firmly, (though not too hard), with her right paw, whimpering distinctly. After a few more seconds, she shook her head and opened them, but she began to look around, whimpering. She couldn't see distinct figures, but she could see outlines of some beings, especially the man holding her by the nape of her neck. She had become partly blind through the flashlight's usage. The owner, satisfied with his answer, chose to put away the flashlight, and told the lil' blind Dachshund, that should she try to enter again, and play with the instruments, he'll hand her over to the dogcatcher, but if she damages them, (or comes in when he's not there, and an instrument is out of position or damaged), then he will deafen her or kill her himself. This, Marilyn could clearly hear as she whimpered in fear and nodded her head.
The owner snorted once more, and set Marily down, facing her towards the longer portion of the alley, away from the street and yelled at her to scram, which she did fearfully in seconds.
However, as she went down the alley and through the city, meaning to escape the owner, (should something happen to his store and he blame her), Marilyn unfortunately came into the territory or turf of many dogs, most of which were bigger than her, but some of them, (mostly with a pup or a spouse), chose to spare her as her running and walking had a distinct wandering-like manner. However, one certain dog of a mixed breed, but bigger than her, on his own, growled at her at which she paused, looking around for the growler, wanting to apologize, as she shivered a bit in fear. She eventually found the growler and was about to apologize but she had been in his turf, (just within the borders), for around a minute or two, so before she could open her mouth, the dog swung his fore right paw across her face, giving her a slightly diagonal scar that crossed both eyes, (though wasn't noticeable or massive all the way through), and pushed her back distinctly. She whimpered at the contact of the claw, and was bleeding a bit between the eyes. She hesitantly rushed away from her attacker, which thankfully was in the right direction but as she stopped at one point, sitting in the shade of a tall building but not in any animal's territory, she wiped her face where the cut was, namely where it was bleeding, (right between the eyes, where the nose started), and tried to clean it by licking her paw and lightly rubbing the spot. However, as the blood stopped flowing down her cheeks and nose a bit, she opened her eyes but all was essentially a blur, with barely a color, aside from black, grey, and white. She walked about slowly, checking to see if it was just the light, but it wasn't. She had become blind, or at least very short-sighted. She couldn't see figures, details, let alone outlines. All was a blur….but she did take notice that she could smell and hear, and of course touch things and feel the contact still. After mourning for a short while on her loss of eyesight, she continued on her way, though very cautiously and quite often in that wandering, unintentionally vagrant manner, as she didn't know where she was going.
Eventually, she stumbled onto Dearly Farm, and was rather nervous, but also curious or intrigued, by the place as it wasn't as noisy and rambunctious as the city, but she could hear much barking, yipping, and such animal sounds coming from practically all over it, though she didn't quite know what it was as she never had left Gruteley. However, with her cut mark left as a scar, but not bleeding, and no longer able to see her own nose in front of her, Marilyn figured that it'd be safer to stay wherever she currently was than take her chances, following the road, or continue walking.
Personality: Tends to be a bit of shy type, (though not as much as Katrina), but is rather kind and tends to try not getting involved in fights for fear of losing more than her sight alone, (though that is already gone). Enjoys listening to music, (long as it ain't blaring out loud), as it tells her she can still hear. While she does mourn the loss of her sight, she takes a bit of pride in it, as it sort of improves her other senses, namely hearing and smell. She knows she often when alone or not that knowledgeable of how her surroundings are set up, has a wandering walking pattern but doesn't mean to have one in truth. She also is able to hold in her anger as well, but usually feels down, sad, or depressed when she's exploited, downgraded, or teased for her….'disability'.
Love interest: none atm
Marital status: single
Family: Father, (in pound), mother, (deceased), and no siblings
Theme song:[/u] I'm gonna say "I Love Rock n' Roll" by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, but that isn't her favorite, though she does like it.
Appearance:[/u]
Image done by General.
If anyone can think of a less….tragic or frightening way for Marilyn to lose her sight, please post it in this thread. Also, please tell me what you think.