Peyton Sanders - Adoption

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Post by Junebug on Tue Aug 25, 2015 3:58 pm






   Nicknames · Lil' Sanders
   Age · 19 Years
   Gender · Female
   Race · Anthro
   Species · Canine; Wolf
   Sexual Orientation · Unsure; Virgin
   Occupation · Student






As the youngest of the Sanders Trio, Peyton is relatively short for her age, and does not see herself growing any taller anytime soon. At this rate, the tallest she'll ever be is when she gets to reach the chin height of her middle sibling, Bryce. Her muscle strength is of course limited, but can punch pretty hard with the enough momentum and anger to rise from her tiny form. A paw-print tattoo is placed on her right cheek, and she has a scar from a car accident along her wrist, but she never thinks about it anymore. Her eyes are a shiney amber and her hair is naturally black, but streaked with a dark red. Her coat is simple, both fledged with a ivory belly and snout, along with the rest being obsidian upon everything else. Both ears are pierced at the points, and so is one upon her lip.




In her years of not having an older brother around as much, Peyton gained an almost rebellious and stubborn attitude, but her loyalty to her brother's protection still remains strong. With him being so annoyingly over-protective, she was not able to reach out to her interests and sometimes found it no use to fight anymore and allow him to do as he pleased. From that point, she was claimed as untouchable, that being said, her personality now revolved around it as a virgin according to sexual orientations. She has found herself wondering what it was like and often does not speak about herself, instead she is off somewhere being a loner, some may say and can be snotty to those who get too close, as she is afraid, and is too stubborn to show it. Inside, she dearly misses her brother still.




Born last of three siblings, Peyton grew up beneath her brother's over-protective personality and older sister's absences, along with two fighting parents. When she was young, their parents separated and allowed them to have split custody, which granted the kids to being with their mom until they were claimed adults to the country and spend weekends with their father. They got along here and there as best they could and off to the side, little Peyton would try to listen and understand while everything around her kept rolling on without a care. Out of both siblings, she favored Bryce the most, and often annoyed him when she was jealous of their father's attention. They had always had a bond, and their father never paid much attention to Naroh and her when they came down for the weekends, which only made the little wolf want to be just like Bryce. It was tough being the youngest and most vulnerable, but if there was a will, there was most positively a way.

Sadly, when Bryce and Naroh approached teen-years in high-school, the house at home was a lot quieter. The youngster became used to being alone in her room and watch as her siblings would come home with a guy or girl and bring them into their rooms and fool around. And whenever she would try to do the same, Bryce would tell her no, and she got that a lot, and hated it. But she still loved her big brother and knew to do what he told her too, even if he wasn't the boss of her. When high school came around the corner, Peyton had gained an almost dark side to herself and hung out with the wrong crowds most of the time behind the bleachers of her brother's games. Their father's favorite football star of a kid had annoyed her enough to give up and fuck the world as she knew it. But she was a good student and paid close attention to her studies until everyone left for their graduation and college years. Now it was her turn.


Roleplay Sample


Here in the afterglow, nothing seemed less interesting - less free. The waves that crashed against the shore were blissfully quiet that evening as she walked along it's shore, her toes digging into the soft sand, followed with footprints indented into her shadow. A pair of strappy heels dangled from her hold, swaying with the way she moved. Her hair lay in long black and crimson strands that reached only the bottom of her shoulder-blades, blowing with the salty breeze the ocean made against the beach. The tides were low that night as the moon reflected its pale glory upon its surface, and not a care in the world was left with her. Combing her fingers through her hair, she drew a long and tired sigh, unfolding the need to keep her muscles tensed and relaxing the rest of her body that listened to the music of nature itself. Studying for her classes had become hard since she joined, but she knew the consequences of giving up too soon, and it was not worth her time to pay.

The wolven anthro wore a pair of tight, ripped shorts and a blue striped, loose-fitted, single shouldered white top, as well as a single pair of shades resting at the bridge of her nose against her face. A phone in her back pocket and a couple cash in the other was all she needed for a quiet walk, and judging by the noise up the beach and glowing lights, she predicted right that the money was useful. Her pace slowly quickened until she saw the bar's outline become more easy to see within her field of vision. Peyton tasted the salt on her tongue from the breeze and contemplated her options with conning the bartender into letting her have a drink. The chances were slim, but it was worth a shot, and if that didn't work very well, she could crack a joke or two to say she was kidding and save her life by asking for a soda, or something non-alcoholic, that is.

Reaching the counter only took her a couple minutes, taking a spot upon one of the straw weaved bar-seats and settling herself comfortably until she realize not many people were around. It was a pretty well lit and isolated little shack to be so busy, she reminded herself, but the fact still makes her curious as to where the party was at. As she shook it off, the wolf looked to the bartender, who was kinda cute in his shorts and no shirt. He was a zebra anthro and wore a flowered necklace around his neck and almost wore it with a passion, as well as his bright white smile. Peyton caught the glance he gave her, and it didn't seem the most persuading when she returned it. When he had asked her what she wanted, she didn't say anything and looked at him as if she were tired, kinda stressed looking. His brows raised and he nodded understandingly, turning to his station to fix her something strong without asking how old she was. She produced a seductive and thankful smile to him when he gave it to her, and he winked back before getting on with the other customers. "That was easy..." She told herself, snickering as her lips placed over the colorful straw of her glass.

Extra Information


She is currently the younger sister of Bryce Sanders; future plots have potential. Peyton holds no current friends or relations with anyone but him.

Availability Date


Whenever she is adopted.


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