Name: Allie 

 

Nickname: Ally-girl

 

Gender: Female

 

Age: Young Adult

 

Breed: Brindle American Pitbull 

 

Birthday: August 18th

 

 

 

Fur: Brindle

 

Markings Shades of brown, cream

 

Eyes: Yellow

 

Build: A bit musuclar for a female, tall and skinny

 

Accessories: Sometimes wears a Mossy Oak camouflage dog collar

 

 

 

Personality: Not girly at all, tough and very stubborn, won't let others boss her around or even bring her down, tomboyish, a little aggressive, over-protective, isn't afraid to speak her mind and doesn't care what others think about her either, gets moody alot, has a bad attitude kinda but she is very kind and caring, pretty, a bit flirty and usually 'teases' males, romantic, really good sense of humor and the jokester and daredevil of her group of friends, rowdy and raises some hell sometimes.

 

Likes: Her friends, her collar, herself, music, singing, making others laugh, having fun, putting idiots in there place, males, flirting, her owner, Pongo, hanging out in the woods, making fun of , motorcycles, guns, guitars, Justin Moore, cowboy hats, cowboy boots

 

Dislikes: Preps, prissy females, idiots, immature people, abusers/cheaters, her past, some humans, anybody who wakes her up from a nap, her friends or owner being hurt

 

Fears: Going back to her old ways and life

 

 

 

Parents: Two breeding Pitbulls

 

Siblings: Unknown

 

Crush(s): Making him

 

Crusher(s):  Some

 

Mate: Noone

 

Pups: No.

 

Enemy(s): Lots, open?

 

Owner?: Brantley Gilbert xD

 

 

 

 

Voice: Sonia Leigh

 

Theme Song: Gretchen Wilson- Work Hard, Play Harder

 

Favorite Song: Justin Moore-Outlaws Like Me [live]

 

Hometown: Athens, Georgia

 

 

 

 

History: She was bred into dog fighting, never really knowing her parents because she was seperated from her mother at a young age, way before she was supposed to be taken away from her. Her and her siblings stayed in a big cage never really having food or water, always listening to the painful yelps and cries of dogs fighting near. Her young life wasn't easy and was usually the strongest of her siblings and the largest. What she did find out one day was that she had an older brother named Rebel. He was one of the big fighting dogs at her place and he would, when he had the chance, talk to her somehow.

 

She adored him and always waited to see him walk past her cage. And by the time she was a yearling, she was a little large than most dogs and that was an instant 'yes' from all the humans there. She began training to fight and was good at it, although she didn't know that she would have to fight even larger dogs than her. She always had this thought she would win, but there could be a not so happy ending to some of her fights.

 

After being trained, she was always winning and one of the men claimed her as his dog. He was a bit friendly but if she got off track he either hit or kicked her, which of course she didn't like but it made her meanier. And one day, he walked her threw the large old bulding and to the ring, having Allie on a rope. She was going to have to watch her older brother Rebel fight another Pitbull. 

 

Since her 'owner' was one of the high top guys in the whole fighting thing, he stood right by the ring and watched. Allie didn't know at first and sat down, watching and soon as they released the dogs it was a living hell. She started to whine and her owner didn't pay attention, luckily. Her brother was getting killed and she began panicing, jumping up and barking loud, kinda sounding like a scream but then everything went black after a long moment.

 

When she woke up in the morning, she was in her cage and being carried toward a van that said 'ASPCA' on it and wondered. She figured she was hit with something from acting like a fool that night and knew her brother was probably killed which made her weaken. 

 

She was taken to a place she liked and wasn't put to sleep. She became a good dog and after awhile was put up for adoption. Soon enough, a man adopted her and she had a new home. He took well care of her for the first month then she didn't get to eat as often and was chained up outside.

 

Being smart, she got loose and ran off. There she lived as a stray, wondernig threw the streets and eating everything she could find. And one late Friday night she wondered behind a bar, digging and knocking dog garbage cans eating things. Until she heard some drunks laughing and talking, she glanced over chewing on something.

 

There was five of them, all country-looking with beers in there hands joking around until they saw Allie one of them walked over. Allie let out a threatening growl at him not trusting him and that didn't end well. They started throwing beer bottles her and trying to kick her. Until a man walked over and that was the end.

 

After the man had a 'little talk' with the men, he walked over to Allie and slowly kneeled down putting out a hand. Allie instantly knew he was a kind person and after that day.. she had a new owner who loved her. She sometimes hangs out with ThunderBolt being with a famous owner and all.

Lineart&Headshot  (c)  TeraSullen on dA

 

Relation To 101 Dalmatians: Is friend's with Pongo, friends with ThunderBolt


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