Peine Adopted from SCAA New Homes Project
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Name > Peine
→ Meaning/Origin > Sorrow in French
Gender > Male
Species > Canine
Breed > Beauceron
Personality >
There was never a time that Peine didn't somewhat
resemble what his name meant, and there never is a time. As a pup Peine would always be the role of power in pup-games, whether good or bad it never
mattered. There was never a time that he played peasant or servant; he was always the King or Lord or Slave-owner. But he couldn't be faulted for that when
you live in the slums of the heart of a kingdom headed for empire-ship. Every pup wanted to be a Noble but the majority of pups worked to help support their families. You see most of Peine's games were never with others, well not others that would run home to there mother for dinner. No there was always Jara and Maia his servant-girls, and usually Phillip his head cabinet member, the sole advisory that he trusted. And as a pup Phillip was the only being to every gain Peine's full, undivided trust.
Peine had learned early on from his father, oddly enough, that in a system of Monarchy there is hardly
anyone to trust, especially not the peasants; they'd do anything for their family. Which he applied to even the shadows that followed him. At first Jara,
Maia and Phillip would only be there when he played his game as King, Lord and Slave-owner but as Peine grew they followed him home, to the pitiful school that he was forced to attend since his mother was to soft to let the runt of her litter of twelve to be enslaved to the workforce, and beyond. Soon his 'worshippers' as he referred to them as were always with him unless they choose to leave. But unlike others he loved the attention and as
he grew he needed them more and more, until he became frantic without them. When he lost 'sight' them, he was devastated and angered by the savage betrayal of Phillip and his servants, especially Jara whom he had felt romantically attached to. Although after the loss of his 'worshippers' a new being introduced himself to Peine, although he never saw the creator of the voice that constantly whispered to him. It encouraged him to do damaging and frowned upon things, until there were nights that Peine would wake up covered in blood to find his last recollections were of walking into a tavern where peasants were strictly forbidden. Slowly Peine descended into a fast track to suicide until he one day he saw Jara, and the voice vanished leaving him a pure spirit.
As adulthood approached him Peine slowly shook the voice and the voices that followed it and he again lost sight of Jara in all but dreams. By then he had become an enforcing sadist and cold-hearted to all beings except those that reminded him of his beloved, which was a very slim few. Peine never gave up the satisfaction of feeling superiority, and he hatched a narcissistic plan to become one of the royalty. He is not afraid to hurt others and is never seen as a low-man on the totem-pole. Peine is a schemer and creates many plans, most on the cruel and evil side. The only soft spot he has, as mentioned earlier, is the resemblance of his childhood servant-girl who slowly became a romantic figure to him, Jara.
Mental Disorders, etc. > Schizophrenia and Sadism
Sexual Orientation > Unknown
Family/Relations/Friends > Peine only associates his name with his father's and he deems friendships weaknesses as he learned early on.
Theme Song > Viva la Vida by Coldplay
Background >
"No your majesty, of course not! I would never-" but the wolf in dire conditions never got to finish his sentence, for He had motioned to his guards.
The shabby wolf half cowered in terror and met the cruel gaze of the blue canine in front of him, with a last nobility the wolf put on a defiant look. It only half whimpered when the left guard dug his teeth into his scruff. And as his nobility started to plummet the wolf managed to mutter his last words,
"Martyrs are born and remembered, Villains are made and forgotten." There was a yelp and the creature went silent as the right guard attacked, as the left pinned it's body and held it's scruff; exposing it's venerable jugular. Looking on was the King himself, Peine, with a wicked
grin playing on his lips; ears perking to catch the last pitiful words that the pathetic creature had spent energy to muster.
"On the contrary, Martyring happens every day without a side glance. Villains are
always remembered, and often inspiring." He stated as if the limp wolf would be able to carry on conversation.
"PEINE!"
Only one dared to call him by his name without 'Your Majesty' or such. His accursed mother. About to run home, he winked at Jara and sauntered towards home.
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→ Meaning/Origin > Sorrow in French
Gender > Male
Species > Canine
Breed > Beauceron
Personality >
There was never a time that Peine didn't somewhat
resemble what his name meant, and there never is a time. As a pup Peine would always be the role of power in pup-games, whether good or bad it never
mattered. There was never a time that he played peasant or servant; he was always the King or Lord or Slave-owner. But he couldn't be faulted for that when
you live in the slums of the heart of a kingdom headed for empire-ship. Every pup wanted to be a Noble but the majority of pups worked to help support their families. You see most of Peine's games were never with others, well not others that would run home to there mother for dinner. No there was always Jara and Maia his servant-girls, and usually Phillip his head cabinet member, the sole advisory that he trusted. And as a pup Phillip was the only being to every gain Peine's full, undivided trust.
Peine had learned early on from his father, oddly enough, that in a system of Monarchy there is hardly
anyone to trust, especially not the peasants; they'd do anything for their family. Which he applied to even the shadows that followed him. At first Jara,
Maia and Phillip would only be there when he played his game as King, Lord and Slave-owner but as Peine grew they followed him home, to the pitiful school that he was forced to attend since his mother was to soft to let the runt of her litter of twelve to be enslaved to the workforce, and beyond. Soon his 'worshippers' as he referred to them as were always with him unless they choose to leave. But unlike others he loved the attention and as
he grew he needed them more and more, until he became frantic without them. When he lost 'sight' them, he was devastated and angered by the savage betrayal of Phillip and his servants, especially Jara whom he had felt romantically attached to. Although after the loss of his 'worshippers' a new being introduced himself to Peine, although he never saw the creator of the voice that constantly whispered to him. It encouraged him to do damaging and frowned upon things, until there were nights that Peine would wake up covered in blood to find his last recollections were of walking into a tavern where peasants were strictly forbidden. Slowly Peine descended into a fast track to suicide until he one day he saw Jara, and the voice vanished leaving him a pure spirit.
As adulthood approached him Peine slowly shook the voice and the voices that followed it and he again lost sight of Jara in all but dreams. By then he had become an enforcing sadist and cold-hearted to all beings except those that reminded him of his beloved, which was a very slim few. Peine never gave up the satisfaction of feeling superiority, and he hatched a narcissistic plan to become one of the royalty. He is not afraid to hurt others and is never seen as a low-man on the totem-pole. Peine is a schemer and creates many plans, most on the cruel and evil side. The only soft spot he has, as mentioned earlier, is the resemblance of his childhood servant-girl who slowly became a romantic figure to him, Jara.
Mental Disorders, etc. > Schizophrenia and Sadism
Sexual Orientation > Unknown
Family/Relations/Friends > Peine only associates his name with his father's and he deems friendships weaknesses as he learned early on.
Theme Song > Viva la Vida by Coldplay
Background >
"No your majesty, of course not! I would never-" but the wolf in dire conditions never got to finish his sentence, for He had motioned to his guards.
The shabby wolf half cowered in terror and met the cruel gaze of the blue canine in front of him, with a last nobility the wolf put on a defiant look. It only half whimpered when the left guard dug his teeth into his scruff. And as his nobility started to plummet the wolf managed to mutter his last words,
"Martyrs are born and remembered, Villains are made and forgotten." There was a yelp and the creature went silent as the right guard attacked, as the left pinned it's body and held it's scruff; exposing it's venerable jugular. Looking on was the King himself, Peine, with a wicked
grin playing on his lips; ears perking to catch the last pitiful words that the pathetic creature had spent energy to muster.
"On the contrary, Martyring happens every day without a side glance. Villains are
always remembered, and often inspiring." He stated as if the limp wolf would be able to carry on conversation.
"PEINE!"
Only one dared to call him by his name without 'Your Majesty' or such. His accursed mother. About to run home, he winked at Jara and sauntered towards home.
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