Thankyoooou Lone for letting me have such an amazing character!!! 8D headshot c) Lone

Name:Marilyn

Breed:Great Dane/Husky/Border Collie

Gender:Female

Parents: Vera and Chandler (<3)

Siblings: Blaire, Wolfe

Age:1 1/2 years

Crush:Douglas

Mate:Unknown

Pups: not yet

Personality:"Very feminine and shy. She is how girls were suppose to be in older days, weak, delicate, and needs someone to look after her. She hates going out by herself, and is usually crushed to one of her brothers, never leaving their side.  Marilyn expects boys to be chivalrous, and won’t talk to them if they don’t seem to be. She does judge them by their looks, something she doesn’t do on purpose." She also tends to judge "slutty" "promiscuous" girls, she doesn't mean to, it's just how she's been brought up to behave and they are the opposite of her morals. She is quite unaware of her own feminine charms and how boys like rescuin' her and stuff cus she's so delicate and cute. XD Plus because she expects males to be dominant and things, or maybe its just bad luck, she seems to make wrong choices in love.

History:"She was created on a fun night between Chandler and Vera on a race. Her parent’s broke up with their mates after she was born. During the small time when they were together, she got close to her sibling  >TBA< The two couples spilt then got with the other. The pups didn’t see much of each other after that, but when Marilyn’s parents are gone she sneaks out xD"

Whew, I know it's long,but trust me, it's all worth it to build it into a bigger, more interesting picture :P

One day a relative visited the family. He took a shine to Marilyn and was always petting her and sneaking her treats, and she liked to be around him and followed him around. When the time came for him to return home, he found that he had grown so attached to Marilyn that he couldn't  part with her, and the owners let him adopt her, knowing she would be going to a loving home.

Well, for Marilyn, the unimaginable happened. She was taken away from her parents, her sibs, her half sib, everything and everybody she knew and loved, and found herself in a totally diferent country (Ireland XD) in a completely different family, with her new owner being the only familiar thing. She was given everything she could have asked for, but couldn't help but pine for her family she loved so much and grew homesick. Her owners saw she was unhappy but couldn't do anything about it.

Then, out of the blue she met this dog. Handsome, strong, dashing, polite, charming and worshipping the ground she walked on, he seemed like all her dreams come true. Slowly, she lifted  out of her depression and  was happy again. However it was not to last. because there was a darker side to her new man...  after they'd being going out for a while, his true colours started to show and over-protectivenss mixed with a short temper and a bit of paranoia quickly turned in to aggression. He'd get angry with her if he "thought" she was looking at other dogs, hed get angry with her if he "thought" other dogs were looking at [i]her[/i]. Moodiness turned to heated words which turned to shouting which turned to occasionally attacking her, even though he always apologised afterwards and managed to win her over again.

Mairlyn found herself constantly on edge because the slightest thing could set him off. Eventually even Marilyn realised that she had to get out while she still could, it was up to a point where her boyfriend basically controlled her life and she was secretly terrified of him. She realised with a sinking feeling this meant she would have to leave home, where he would know where to find her. So with only her pink bow to remind her of home, she ran and ran through the streets, lanes and fields until she could run no more.

Most nights she found herself under a bush, cold, shivering and alone, but somehow she found the strength to keep going.One day, while she was walking through the pouring rain, she heard strange, tinkling music coming from the top of the hill, and she followed it through the winding cobbled streets like a lost puppy. At the top she found a strange looking shelter, with the rain water dripping off a battered sign that read “CAROUSEL”, and without thinking climbed aboard and stood under its canopy. As she looked out across the land pouring with rain, she felt safe, safe from the cold and the rain, safe and secluded in her own little world. She hung around regularly, liking to listen to the human-pup’s screams of delight as they whirled around in a blur of colour and music. She grew to know the owner of the carousel, a poor, wizened old man with copper-brown skin and kind smiling eyes, and grew to become his inseparable companion dog.

Then she met Douglas when his human-pup took a ride on the carousel one day, and then at least twice a week after that he managed to sneak out to see her. She liked his cheerfulness and lilting Irish accent, but deep down is still recovering from the relationship with her abusive boyfriend and so is unsure whether or not she is ready for love again, so for now they’re just friends. >:3

Relation to Balto: Steele's great-granddaughter (Marilyn>Vera>Cobalt>Steele)