Auditions for a Little Mafia Man =p

[Noodle!]

<sub>I've mentioned needing Redrum's second-hand-dog, because the terror isn't complete without him. I'm gonna be really picky about who gets it because there's certain things I'm looking for in the character and I just can't play them both. So if you want the part, post a mock-bio below with a sample post as the character.

So you have free reign over: Breed, Personality, Name, History, and Appearance. Read Redrum's bio for an idea of how to do his History and where it ends up. Click my 'homepage button/icon' to the left and it will take you to my character log where you may read about Redrum.

When doing personality he should a loyal and dedicated to Redrum, extremely trustworthy and very intelligent. I prefer the breed to be a bull terrier, but you may choose otherwise. He should also have an Italian-American accent, of course =p. The rest is up to you!

Let's see what ya' got, kids.</sub>

[ariana]

Name::Lex
Breed::Bull Terrier (yay! XD)
Appearance::
Lex is a stout, strong bull terrier, with black fur. He has white between his eyes, and the line spreads over his maw, consumes his chest. White fur also creates a collar around his neck. He wears a re collar (look in history). His eyes are a chestnut brown.
Personality::
Lex is very loyal to Redrum, and often repeats what he says. (EX: Redrum: "Dont talk down to me!" Lex: "Yeah, don't talk down to the leader!") He thinks he is bigger and touger than he actually is, and is not afraid to fight criminals.
History::
As a pup, Lex was a pet and a criminal. His humans trained him to steal from others. When Redrum taught him a lesson, he amired the dogs strength, and went to join him. He spent most of his life training with Redrum, and is like his son. He has earned the rank of second-in-command.

Thats all. Its short, but theres not much to him.

[bry]

*rushes off to read Redrum's bio* I shall try for Harley =K

[bry]

Name: Harley
Breed: Shepherd Mix
Gender: Male, In-Tact
Age: 2
Personailty: Harley is generally a nice brute, but he throws down when it comes to a fight. If someone he loves is hurt, he doesn't forget it. Whoever was responsible usually pays for it. He has a dark past, and the nightmares of the pain he went through haunts his dreams every night.
Appearance: cdn-www.dailypuppy.com/media/dogs/anonymous/2683/200805112683_Handsome%20Dog.JPG_w450.jpg ALSO, he doesn't have an italian accent. He has a new york one, hopefully that's okay...?
History:
In a nice warm doghouse, his mother birthed a litter of 13 pups. A large litter for a german shepherd. There were actually 14, but one of the pups was born dead. Harley was the runt. The smallest out of the brothers and sisters. The litter grew, healthy and happy until they were 4 weeks old. Then something horrible happened. That night the litter was asleep in that doghouse, the mother curled around them. Something sounded in the backyard. Her head shot up. The sound rung through the air again. He got up and went outside to investigate. The pups watched outside curiously. Suddenly, two raccoons ambushed her. 12 of the pups tried to be brave as they rushed outside to help. Harly and his sister stayed hidden. They knew that they wouldn't stand a chance. After their mother and all 12 siblings were dead, one of the raccoons entered the doghouse. It picked Harley up in its jaws. His sister lunged at the raccoon, and clawed at it's eye. The creature dropped Harley, grabbed his sister, and hurried off. Never to be seen again.

1 year later

Harley had started a new life. He'd come to a new town. Everything was perfect, but one thing. A month ago, a dog had provoked Harley enough to start a fight. Harley won, and nearly killed him. Little did he know, that Redrum was nearby. He was pinned down, and Redrum nearly took Harley's life, and after that, he gained a respect for the dog. Eventually, he befriended the mongrel. Redrum left him for another town, Harley stayed. But now, he is going after his friend. Loyalty being his worst downfall.

[Kato]

Name: Edwardo(Ed)
Gender: Male of coarse. xD
Age: 1 and a half.
Stray or pet: Stray.
Personality: Edwardo is a very loyal puppy. He will always follow one and only leader-Redrum. He could never be a leader himself, always following the lead-dog. Edwardo makes a few friends, but is usually busy following commands. He loves to be free, and would never, ever want to be a pet. He would find that life boring and unsatisfying. Edwardo does have an accent, and it stands out. It is, alas Italian-American. Edwardo is great at following Redrum's commands. He carries the orders out quickley. And when told to, makes the victums suffer.

Edwardo doesn't seek love, or romance. But meets the occasional hottie and can't resist making love to her. He is more concerned in obeying his master. When Edwardo is in a bad mood, he makes everyone aware of it, and becomes even more of a work-aholic. When in a good mood Edward is, well, a work-aholic. But nobody really cares, because they no he lives to work. And works to live.
History:-will edit-

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[»Rie]

Name:
Rellik St. Valentine

Breed:
English Bull Terrier

Age:
1 years

Appearance:
He looks like his breed, thats for sure: With the classic wedge shaped head and sloping 'roman nose' ending in a flat blunt end; a wide expressive mouth, and small, deep set, dark eyes. Large, and alert triangular ears stick up from where his blunt head meets with a thick short neck; the left of which is appears to have been torn at once point, and healed so that it's partially floppy. His body is rather long and built stockily with a thick shoulders, heavy chest, board back, and stout hips with a medium length tail. His legs seem proportionally short compared to the length of his body which the standing of his breed. For the most part Rellik is pure white, through he has two markings in the form of black patches: One over his right eye, and the back of his left ear.

His rather plain looking face is inherently deceptive since it doesn't look like he could pull off vicious if he tried, and he almost always seems to look friendly and good natured. Rellik, despite his short stature, and heavily built appearance is surprisingly quick on his paws; almost as flexible as any cat. He's a very noticeable yet easily forgettable creature, in the end. The only real telling detail about him is the livid red scar twisting down his right foreleg from elbow to ankle.



Personality:
His mother once, he remembers vaguely, said that he could charm birds out of their nests; he'd tried that and it didn't work. He called her a liar and she told him not to take things so literally, then laughed; and explained the saying to him. The truth of the matter is that while Rellik may not be the prettiest thing to look at physically his charms make him handsome. He understands well the uses of honey compared to vinegar, and has a tendency to act rather suave. While he may flirt, he makes no promises; and keeps his cards tucked to his chest. Relationships he may dabble in, but uncommitted he remains: He has a commitment that will always be more important than anything else. Deceptive in nature, though not inherently a liar Rellik is always overlooked when it comes to the wickeder side of things. He's everyone's best friend until he's sliding that knife into your back. With his light, ever changing accent he and a startling ability to walk in whatever social circle he choose to Rellik is impossible to pin to any one situation: He exchanges his mask as quick as a performer.

His loyalty is completely for the “Boss” as he calls him, his mentor Redrum. While he doesn't hero-worship the other dog he certainly looks up to him with a fondness found between teacher and pupil, and perhaps on another level between father and son; or younger and older brothers. His loyalty to the other dog is absolute and unchanging, and unfettered by such things as favors, and owing. He simply stands beside Redrum because of a familial sort of adoration, and for Rellik family is everything, bound by blood or not.

Smart as a whip, and quick on his paws Rellik can dance circles around people who underestimate him without even thinking about it. While he does his best to follow the Boss' orders he also understands the uses of thinking on his own. Those who are taken under Rellik's protection are defended to the utmost, and if they are harmed he will go to extremes to make sure they are avenged. Though the face that Rellik shows the world at large, and in general, is that of a pleasant above board businessman of sorts, the fact remains that lurking beneath the surface is a hardened dog who's willing to bloody his paws at the drop of a hat; and he'll smile that bland friendly smile while he does it to. In truth Rellik is something of a chameleon he uses his ability to blend in to float in just about any social circle with little to no trouble; as a result his accent changes depending on the situation he's in.



History:
Some dogs say that he was born one Valentino to a pampered house pet, and her snobby mate; other dogs claim he was born on St. Valentines day in the gutter near the old used car lot. Still others claim he was born from a tragic love story that no one knows the ending to. Someone else all together claims he's called St. Valentine because of his sometimes flirtatious personality. Truth is: Any of them could be true, and they could all be lies. The facts? Well the fact of the matter remains that none of its true, it's all just rumor; some of which Rellik probably started himself.

All of Rellik's memories of his birth family are very vague, and mostly just impressions and snatches of conversation that occasionally wander through his head when he thinks hard enough. What he does know is that when he was young, barely capable of surviving on his own he was left to his own devices; just another piece of gutter trash on the streets of a particularly harsh street; and for a forgettable ugly little thing like himself it was a bad day to be alive. He was a nameless orphan, and no one cared for his existence. He was shunted from alley way to alley way, dodging cars and teeth and whatever else came his way: If anything could be said for him he was a tough little scraper, and one day he managed to nip the nose of a particularly aggressive assailant hard enough to draw blood before he fled down one of the many hide-y holes.

Over the next week or so he dodged the dogs who were looking for him, craving for revenge. Like all things though, they managed to corner him one day and as the pup cowered in the gutter his life was changed forever. A large dog came down and chased them off; and the nameless little pile of pup flesh rather though he looked like an avenging god. He didn't know, and probably never will, why Redrum saved him that day; the fact that he did was enough for him. The big dog spared him a glance, and was off and for some reason unknown to the nameless pup he followed him. He remained skittish, hiding in the shadows whenever the big dog would peer back at him, but persistently dogging the older males tracks. He was never really sure when it happened, but one day Redrum was just there; telling him something: A lesson for living on the street, and doing it well, before he walked off like nothing had changed. That day, the nameless street rat was gone, and Rellik St. Valentine was born in his place. He didn't name himself, but that's what he was called from then on: That's what all the other dogs called him, and thats who he was.

Rellik quite literally, just appeared.

Rellik blossomed under Redrum's tutelage, and while at one point he may have worshiped the ground his mentor walked on time, and experience changed that. He picked up one things with ridiculous speed and quickly inserted himself into the underworld; He was Rellik St. Valentine, Redrum Dog's second. During his time of learning under Redrum he garnered the scar on his foreleg during his first real fight; it was his first real 'blooding' so to speak, and for some reason it's never lost its inflamed coloration; though it only pains him occasionally: Rell likes to say it hurts when troubles coming. In his early months, before he was more well known he'd run spy and infiltration; or shadow targets and gather information but eventually he gave that up delegating such tasks to his own little rat pack of underlings that he had amassed in his service to the Boss. These were the family Rellik built for himself: The Terriers. The oldest, Martel a female Fox Terrier was like the mother he barely remembered, Purple a Manchester Terrier, was Rellik's constant rival: As well as they watched each other's back's they pushed each other to better heights (It was Purple, who gifted Rell with his floppy ear, actually. Jino and Calliope; twin jack Russel terriers, and the youngest: a pair of orphans that Rellik had saved, much like Redrum had saved him. They were his family, and anyone who messed with them would have to deal with St. Valentine himself; face that bland smile, and know that it was all you'd see before you stood before heaven's gates.

Things went swimmingly for a good while, until that day when Redrum decided to expand the operation and left the city; leaving Rellik in charge. That was when things started to really heat up. The street dogs, even some of the pets: Even those that worked for them, decided to test the Rellik. Fights became more common, and St. Valentine and his Terriers were run ragged as they continued to quell opposition, until one day it all came to a head when a sleeper in the organization let some of the rivals in and Rellik and his Terriers were forced to flee from the city; He's off to find the Boss now and report in, he only hopes that his news won't deem him to have a black mark. His Terrier's have scattered, and Martel was lost in the attack; worries over his 'family' are left behind as he runs full pelt toward Harlow, not bothering to stop and rest for more than a few moments.


Sample:

“I'm tellin' ya, Rell we's gots us a spy.” Purple snarled, snapping his teeth in a fit of temper as Rellik walked calmly along side him; the clicking of their claws was the only sound in the desert streets except for the distant wail of sirens.

“Hmm.” was Rellik's only reply, his mind was off in the distance. He knew he needed to head out and report in to the Boss soon, or the top dog would start getting... Well, he couldn't say antsy that word just didn't fit Redrum in any term of usage; but he'd start to wonder.

Night had fallen several hours ago over the city, and the only real light was the unnatural variety, the orange-ish glow of street lamps. Puddles dotted the pavement a testament to the cloudy skies they'd been having the last few days. Steam drifted from a manhole as the duo drifted passed, with a low hiss. Purple picked up the pace to peer cautiously around the corner of a dilapidated apartment complex, checking the dark alley way quickly before looking back toward Rellik who followed at a sedate pace. He'd walked passed the other dog only a few paces when he noticed that Purple hadn't moved more than a pace down the alley, and Rellik gave a inaudible sigh as he waited; favoring his right foreleg a bit. It'd been paining him a bit lately; and while he wished he could brush it off as the recent bout of rain they'd had he knew better.

“Rell! G'dammit, lissen to me!” Purple snarled, bristling as he stood there. “I's tellin ya, theres sumthin' no good afoot an' we's gots ourselves a-”

“A spy...” Rellik interrupted the Manchester's rant before he could get started, sending the other dog one of his trademark bland smiles. “I know, Purple. We have no proof of who, though... Until we's got proof.... Nuthin'” Rellik flicked his tail side to side in some sort of shrug.

Purple immediately deflated wandering up beside the other dog and nudging his shoulder against Rell, “I'm sorry, Rell... It's jus' we's all tryin'a do a good job fer th' boss yanno? An' with all th' trouble goin' down we's all...”

“Stressed... Yes.” Sighing that quiet sigh again Rellik started off again, trying not to limp to obviously as his scar twanged slightly: He had a bad feeling about tonight. If Purple noticed this he didn't say anything, now wasn't the time to be discussing such things. Above them the faint sound of a sitcom on a TV blared from the cracked window of an apartment, and the soft grumble of thunder announced the state of the weather. At the end of the alley was an old lot; filled with debris, and odds and ends. It was a place nobody cared about in a city no one cared for. Rellik and Purple slithered through a gap in the chain link fencing that barred entry through that particular alley drifting on passed several dogs that were lounging around the area, though Purple couldn't help strutting and teasing some of the Bitches who called in cajoling whines toward the pair. Rellik chuckled lightly, “Easy Romeo, we's gotta meet the Family, and you know how Martel feels when your late 'cause of your lady friends”

Purple made a rude sound, “Yous jus' jealous they like me more.”

At the back of the lot there was another fence, a tall one of vertical wooden slats that cut off a sort of roofed storage area, it was here that St. Valentine's Terriers met. Martel was sitting outside the gap in the fence as usual, and greeted them with a nod of her head. Purple slipped in first before sticking his head back out and nodding, Rellik glanced back over the lot before slithering inside; and a second later Martel followed.

Jino and Calliope were already inside and immediately looked up, grinning tiredly in greeting. It'd been a rough time for all of them: Apparently the masses though that just because Redrum wasn't around that they were any less powerful. Other's just wanted to test Rellik, he might have a reputation but the masses were never pleased. It was just how things were.

Dropping onto his haunches Rellik surveyed his little family, and then gave a nod: Martel came first reporting what she'd seen and heard around The Lot that day, followed by Calliope and Jino who'd been out trying to pinpoint and quiet the worst uproars around the City. Purple was relegated to guard duty that day, sticking close to Rell to keep the Second as safe as possible.

They'd degenerated into easy banter, when it happened; It was so fast it left Rell's head spinning momentarily; one moment Martel was making a dry quip about Purple's taste in females the next she was squealing in pain as a massive rottweiler forced his way through the gap in the wall, his teeth sunk into the fox terriers haunch. Several other dogs spilled in behind him, causing the gap to widen; cracking and splintering.

“Go! Scatter!” Rellik yelped almost the second it began, and by the time the first syllable had him the other members of the Terriers were scrambling for the multiple exits. Rellik took a moment to memorize the rott's features; and give him frank stare before darting over and wriggling through a hole dug under the opposite wall: He could still feel the hot breath of the other dog on his heels, and when he glanced back he could see it trying to force it's larger body through the escape route. Over head thunder cracked, and rain poured into the gutters.

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Rellik didn't pause until he'd reached the edge of the city, and once there he stood panting staring off down the long line of the road. He had to get to the Boss and let him know what happened. He didn't hesitate in running off, following the yellow line at a quick clip. Glancing back over his shoulder he looked at the City: Crouching there like a black monster with a glowing orange halo, he trusted Purple to find Jino and Calliope and look after them, and even see about Martel; but if he ever had the chance.... St. Valentine would get even... For now...

Pointing his snout forward Rellik let his stout legs carry him as fast as he could... For now he'd find the Boss.

[Noodle!]

<sub>Okay, so it looks like Rie/Tipsy spent alot of time on her application and has really gotten into the character. The rest of you were great as well, don't doubt that, and you're all deserving of a golf clap -claps-.

Thank you for all of the enteries, and I said I'd be choosing today so... Rellik St. Valentine it is.</sub>

[ariana]

Yay! *claps* Good job! I didn't expect to win, but I figured "Aw,heck.I'll just audition." Anywho..

Good job Rie & Rellik!

[» cyanide]

-grumble-
I never got to enter.
D:

When did you say that? I never saw it.
-hits head-

[Kato]

Wooooo!!!!
Go Rie!
-pats Brooke-

[moonlight]

Poo, me was going to enter >.>

BUT WELL DONE RIE x