Rexas

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• Intro

  "You want to know about me? Well, take a sit and I'll tell you all you need to know."
  
  Welcome to Rexas's page, my character on Furcadia. Below is all the current info about her. More will be added as time goes on. What exactly will be added, I don't know. But whenever you see a "..." is where I'm certain more will be included later.
  
  A "-" is a divider that separates two pieces of info that are different yet still related. For example, if I had "Previous - Current Political Ideologies: Democrat, Liberal, Libertarian - Anarchist" below, that would mean she went from being a Democrat, to a Liberal, then a Libertarian but now considers herself an Anarchist. Or if "Build: Athletic - Fit/Muscular" was listed, it would mean that she is fit and muscular because she is athletic.
  
  Whenever you see a "/" means that the two things it separates are basically the same thing, or she is/does both at the same time. For example, if there was a bullet point that said "Behavior When Meeting Someone: Friendly/Cautious," that would mean that she is generally friendly when talking to strangers, but she is also cautious with them.
  
  This way there won't be as many bullet points and everything looks neater.
  
  I only roleplay on Furcadia, though I may be convinced to roleplay on this site. I prefer to do modern/urban settings, and the only amount of fantasy I like is the fact that she's a talking dog who walks on two legs, though who knows where a roleplay might take us. I'm willing to do whisper roleplay as well as in the main window, though I find the whisper windows to be much easier to type, proofread, and edit my posts. I can roleplay two or three lines to several paragraphs. It depends on my mood and how interesting the roleplay is, but most importantly it depends on how much you give me to work with. Send me a post where the majority of it is dialogue and you're not going to get a few paragraphs in return. You'd be lucky to get one paragraph.
  
  This being said, I am not always available or in the mood for roleplaying. Most of the time I'm either away from my computer or I'm already in a roleplay. Ask me if I even want to first. If I can't or don't want to right then, we can schedule a time later. However if I don't want to roleplay with your character, I'll tell you. Of course it also helps if you have an interesting character and roleplay ideas. Whisper me and we can discuss ideas together, but don't expect me to think up everything. In fact, I would like it better if we didn't plan everything out. I prefer to just go with the flow and see where it leads us.
  
  Of course, if you just want to chat, I'm down with that too.

• Quick Stats

  • Name: Rexas (Last Name Unknown)
  • Nicknames: Rex, Rexy/Rexie, ...
  • Species - Breed: Domestic Dog - Pit Bull (Anthro)
  • Sex: (Cis) Female
  • Age - Birthdate: 22 - August 31st
  • Sexual Orientation: Lesbian
  • Presentation - Identity: Masculine - Butch
  • Mate: Elixir (Since 2013-04-23)
  • Relationship/Sexual Role: Dominant
  • Personality: Though she may come off as angry, violent, and even bitchy, she's actually a very nice, loving person who likes to help others and has strong morals.
  • Alignment: Neutral Good/Chaotic Good
  • Loves: Hanging with friends, booze, boyish women, weed, motorcycles, cats, working out/lifting weights, guns, punk/metal music, giving to others, sex, fighting, ...
  • Hates: Stupid people, hangovers, country music, homophobes, politicians, lawyers, rich people who don't donate, sexists, ...
  • Hobbies: Drinking, partying, gardening, riding motorcycles, reading, smoking weed, playing video games, listening to music, shooting guns, volunteering, going to the gym ...
  • Previous - Current Diet: Omnivore - Strictly Vegan
  • Previous - Current Religion: Christian - Atheist
  • Current - Previous Occupations: Owner/Head Bouncer at The Curve - Dogfighter, Drug Dealer
  • Physical - Mental Health: 100%, Despite Her Scars - 100%

• Description

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  Roleplay is currently closed until I finish this.
  
  Temporary Description:
  A pit bull with dark gray fur and a lighter gray running from her forehead to her inner-thighs. Rex has short, dyed blood red hair, light brown eyes, multiple piercings and gauges, a tattoo, and a spiked, black collar that wraps around her neck. She is not the kind of person you'd want to piss off, the fact that she's female not stopping her from working out until she obtained a muscular build of a six-pack, as well as toned arms and legs, which she proudly shows off in a wife-beater or sports bra. She's a total butch if there ever was one. Despite all of this, however, she's actually a big softy once you get to know her. She'd never admit it, though.

• Background

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  Roleplay is currently closed until I finish this.
  
  
  Rexas was born in El Paso, Texas, to a rather wealthy family consisting of a father that worked as a doctor and a mother who was a lawyer. For as long as she could remember, Rexas, or Rex as she was more commonly referred to, was taught to be a good Christian lady, always using proper manners and shunning the lifestyles of those her parents deemed "evil." Rex always knew deep down inside that it felt wrong, that this wasn't the life for her. But she ignored these thoughts, instead focusing her attention on the Bible and her school work. Rex made many friends, joining several clubs at her school such as band and drama. Her friends liked to tease her for her name, calling her 'Rexas from Texas,' and 'Rex the Tex.' But her favorite was 'T-Rexas.'
  
  She did well in school, never getting anything below a B+. Though when it came to boys, Rex always seemed to make an F. The young pit bull was attractive, though she could never compete with the more popular girls, such as the foxes and the rabbits. Still, Rex tried her best, putting on makeup and wearing cute little outfits that she thought would capture the attention of the boys. She hated every last second of it, though. She felt so fake, like the makeup and the dresses and skirts weren't meant for her, the girly jewelery and shoes feeling like more of a burden than anything. Even her long hair, which reached down to her shoulder blades, felt like it didn't belong on Rex either. But she ignored these feelings, believing that this was what was expected of her, the only way to find a boyfriend, and doing anything else would be considered wrong and unfathomable. However, she couldn't help but stare at a girl's cleavage when she knew she wasn't looking, or at a girl's outlined butt in a tight pair of shorts. Rex quickly looked away though, knowing that it was not what she was supposed to do. So she repressed her true feelings, no matter how right they felt, and instead forced herself to stare after boys.
  
  After starting middle school, Rex eventually made friends with some of the not-so-popular guys. She thought she was finally going to get a date, however, once she got close to one of them and tried imagining them in a relationship, it didn't feel right to her. She even felt repulsed by the idea. She dismissed these thoughts, telling herself that it wasn't all boys in general that she didn't like, that it was just her guy friends. She decided that the reason she felt so wrongly about it was because she viewed them as her friends and she didn't want to mess that up. So she continued to focus on her school work, waiting to someday find a guy that she wanted to date, while at the same time trying to not stare at the girls.
  
  One evening, Rex went to a friend's house for a few hours to study, since she had a huge test the next day. However, she never took that test. After leaving her friend's house later that night, Rex began to walk home, her thoughts occupied with historic names of war heroes and the locations of their battlefields, until she suddenly stopped, realizing that she did not recognize her surroundings. Panicking, Rex turned to go back the way she had came, only to stop short at the sight of several large, muscular men, all ranging in breeds from bulldog to doberman. Before Rex could run, one of them, a stupid-looking boxer with an eye patch, grabbed her and jumped the fence over the border, which was only a few feet away, and threw her into the trunk of a car, her books and papers littering the ground where she once stood as her screams for help went unheard, the car driving away before anyone could come to her rescue.
  
  After several hours, Rex felt the car suddenly stop. She bolted upright and began screaming for help again, though her voice was hoarse and her throat hurt from screaming at the top of her lungs only an hour or so ago. She knew she had to try anyways, and when the trunk suddenly sprang open, she thought for a fleeting moment that she was going to be rescued, but it turned out to be one of the large men who had captured her, a very muscular bulldog with many scars across his face and arms. He growled at her to shut the hell up, but instead of giving her the option of remaining quiet herself, he balled up his fist and punched her in the side of her head, knocking her out as her body fell to the floor of the trunk. With the few seconds she had to look around, Rex saw that they had stopped at a very small gas station in the middle of nowhere, the moon still shining brightly in the dark sky.
  
  When Rex awoke several hours later, she found herself in a small, dark, and very filthy room. Turning to look behind her, she realized that her hands were tied behind her back with a very tight rope. After several failed attempts at standing up, a door suddenly swung open, allowing the light from the room next door to pour in. Squinting her eyes to shield them from the bright light that she was not used to after being in the dark so long, Rex could make out the silhouette of a large man, possibly one of the same men who had kidnapped her.
  
  "So, ya finelly deecided ta come 'round, huh? Ah' giss Bruce hit ya harda' dan we thot," the man said in a rough, almost Southern accent that was obviously not apologetic. In fact, it sounded like he was praising the bulldog that had knocked her out, especially when he said, "You were out tha rest of da night n' all day today!"
  
  "W-... Where am I?" Rex asked, her voice weak and nervous from screaming for help, combined with her horrible situation.
  
  "Dat's nun o' yer concern!" the man yelled at her, walking into the room and grabbing the pit bull by the rope, picking her up and carrying her out of the dark room, swinging her by his legs as he walked as if she were a bag of groceries he just bought. -wip-