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 Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 4:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 6:06 pm
♫Cяɩϻsѻn ℰɗѡɑяɗ Sқɩzѻ♫      My name is :: Crimson Skizo
Some like to call me :: Crimson, only Crimson.
I'm this many :: Thirty-two
I stand at :: Six feet and seven inches
Weighing in at :: One hundred and seventy-nine pounds
Blowing out my candles on :: 17th of Spring
Isn't it obvious :: Male
I make a living by :: Owning the Vet clinic
Sexuality :: Heterosexual, but is known to do many things when drunk
I live in :: A cottage with my afghan hound
My journal :: Hole in my wall. You can read it here!
Theme Song :: Veniccio
Get me that ::
❤ Women
❤ Cigarettes
❤ Flirting
❤ Animals
❤ Walking Rally
Get that the ******** away ::
☠ Obnoxious people
☠ Cruelty to animals
☠ Bad weather
☠ Aging
☠ Staying indoors
and I'm terrified of :: Aging, dying alone, and losing my businessPersonality ↘↘
XXXXXXXXXXX Despite all my tries, a big softy. I'm loving and kind to everyone I meet (save Reinbach) , and especially have a soft side for animals. Well, anything cute and cuddly. Which is also my downfall with most women. I don't have much of a temper at all, so to anger me takes a long time and if you make me mad, you'll never get out of it. I'm very protective, defending anyone who I feel is the underdog. And, I hate the way I am, which gives me a strange way of trying to block myself out.
History ↘↘
XXXXXXXX I'll spare you the boring details of my childhood. I honestly don't remember most of it anyway, and no it's not some complex that I regain slowly helping me rise up against all of my enemies or some s**t like that. I just don't really care. I'm the umm... what's it called... ah, the prodigal child. I was born in Australia, a little ranch out in the wilds. Dad was a hotshot cowboy type, tons of horses, cows, and ladies. I couldn't stand my father getting all of the spotlight. What? I'm a greedy little b*****d!
So I left. Yeah, yeah I know of course I did. But, I packed up all the stuff I would need and a shitload of cash and hit the road. I traveled a little bit, here and there doing lots of ODD jobs that I don't care to talk about to make more money because I hate using my own, haha.
Aaaand started loving animals more and more along the way. I ended up here, on this little island. I've started up a vet, what kind of tight knit community doesn't have a vet?! But, here I am hoping to make the island a little better. Maybe make my life a little better.
Turns out I was completely wrong. This place didn't make my life easier, it's giving me gray hair! I've fallen for two lovely lassies and just don't know what I'm going to do with myself anymore. Hopefully more time will show me something.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 7:52 pm
: razz ets:: Name || Ralinalia Cordon Skizo
Nickname || Rally
Age || 3 years
Birthday || 21st of Summer
Loves ||
❤ Squeaky toys
❤ Walks
❤ Being brushed
❤ Biscuits
❤ Steak
I hate:
☠ Cars
☠ Cats
☠ Mud
☠ Rain
☠ Lettuce
History || Ralinalia Cordon was perfectly bred as a top class Afghan Hound. She has always been pampered and treated wonderfully since birth. She was handpicked by the vet himself to be his loving companion. Maybe it's the fact that they look alike that made him really want an afghan hound?
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