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blackdoggedANGEL CORSO
Depending on the story, Black Dogs are regarded as sinister and malevolent omens of death or as benevolent guardians, guiding travelers at night onto the right path or protecting them from danger.
Angel specifically was summoned by a group of failed sorority girls in the 60s. He was properly house-trained, socialized, and raised up right by a passel of flower-children to be an omen to motherfuckers and a guardian to most anybody else. Which seems both morally and thematically reasonable.
Angel specifically was summoned by a group of failed sorority girls in the 60s. He was properly house-trained, socialized, and raised up right by a passel of flower-children to be an omen to motherfuckers and a guardian to most anybody else. Which seems both morally and thematically reasonable.
personality
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fully house-trained . protective of who/what he considers his . affectionate with friends/family . hard-working . unfazed . patient
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neat . regulated . likes clear expectations . observant . persistent . in possession of a clear code of ethics on who should consider seeing him a blessing or an omen
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guarded . big-sigh long-suffering mamas(-plural) boy . dubious . gruff and quiet around strangers . holds a grudge like nobody's business
appearance
person. Muscled, tall but not extraordinarily so, and covered in a large number of tattoos. Dresses in a lot of flannel and leather. Wears a lot of rings that would look at home on a middle-aged hippie and a fairly ridiculous number of friendship bracelets that look like they were made by small children/rescued from a wishing well in a diner.
dog. Looks like a particularly large Cane Corso. A big, dumb baby on a daily basis. Very threatening when required.
dog. Looks like a particularly large Cane Corso. A big, dumb baby on a daily basis. Very threatening when required.
abilities
background
summoning.
We begin with a bunch of sorority rejects spending Halloween in the basement of the dilapidated house a few blocks off campus - just hanging out and scrawling sigils onto the unfinished concrete flooring. Like one does when a few rounds of 'light as a feather, stiff as a board' gets repetitive.
They did not summon a demon. (Technically.) They summoned what appeared to be a - very large, very clumsy, very hungry - puppy. Which, while for the best - considering the potential this evening had (apparently!) had to end with a real and actual demon - was still unexpected when the anticipated outcome of their tipsy chalk drawing had been. Well. Literally nothing.
Several things happened at once:
• Letitia let out several expletives in French Creole specifically directed at her maternal grandmother
• Gloria started praying loudly (ironic, given that she had been making Latin corrections on their vaguely Satanic chanting a few minutes prior)
• Flower let (not-quite-yet-)Angel chew on her shoelaces and complained that everyone was harshing her mellow
• Vita climbed whatever furniture was closest, waved a broom in a semi-threatening manner, and listed several "uncles" who knew a guy
• Janet yelled at everyone to shut UP or they were going to get EXPELLED and she wasn't explaining that to her dad
• Bonnie began crying on the floor that they couldn't just abandon him guys he was like totally a just a baby he would die
immediate aftermath.
As hiding an illegal animal in your dorm is practically a college right of passage, Angel was not abandoned in the basement of a haunted mid-century colonial to die. And, as summoning a not-technically-a-demon together was sort of one of those make it or break it for friendships, the six idiot teenagers entered into something of a blood pact to keep their specific illegal animal fed and watered.
Things continued in this manner for the four-ish years of higher education. With a brief respite for more screaming and crying when it turned out that their (finally!) house-trained dog could also appear as a not at all house-trained child. But they'd all signed a lease on a townhouse together already. And, y'know, blood pact. So they made it work. And Bonnie was totally studying childhood education anyway - so this was practically thesis prep.
etc.
Eventually, college ended and the girls went their separate ways. (Relatively. More than one of them lives within driving distance of one another. And they still get together every Halloween for a Summoning Day - though it's less wearing robes and cackling in someone's basement and more of a family reunion/stitch-n-bitch at this point.) And from there, family expanded and grew - siblings, cousins, nieces and nephews - each contracted through blood and bond, with his mamas at the center of it and spindling outward indefinitely.
Things have quieted down significantly - people get older, they settle. Except when one of his moms summons him to hang up the new flatscreen onto the wall or one of his nieces needs to be picked up from a bar at 3am and doesn't want to call her dad. But otherwise, life's good. It's - quiet. Modern technology means a few less people get hopelessly lost in wooded areas and/or think hitchhiking with questionable men is a good idea. So the invitation to Adventure Society was a welcome change from full-time employment as his mamas' errand boy.
We begin with a bunch of sorority rejects spending Halloween in the basement of the dilapidated house a few blocks off campus - just hanging out and scrawling sigils onto the unfinished concrete flooring. Like one does when a few rounds of 'light as a feather, stiff as a board' gets repetitive.
They did not summon a demon. (Technically.) They summoned what appeared to be a - very large, very clumsy, very hungry - puppy. Which, while for the best - considering the potential this evening had (apparently!) had to end with a real and actual demon - was still unexpected when the anticipated outcome of their tipsy chalk drawing had been. Well. Literally nothing.
Several things happened at once:
• Letitia let out several expletives in French Creole specifically directed at her maternal grandmother
• Gloria started praying loudly (ironic, given that she had been making Latin corrections on their vaguely Satanic chanting a few minutes prior)
• Flower let (not-quite-yet-)Angel chew on her shoelaces and complained that everyone was harshing her mellow
• Vita climbed whatever furniture was closest, waved a broom in a semi-threatening manner, and listed several "uncles" who knew a guy
• Janet yelled at everyone to shut UP or they were going to get EXPELLED and she wasn't explaining that to her dad
• Bonnie began crying on the floor that they couldn't just abandon him guys he was like totally a just a baby he would die
immediate aftermath.
As hiding an illegal animal in your dorm is practically a college right of passage, Angel was not abandoned in the basement of a haunted mid-century colonial to die. And, as summoning a not-technically-a-demon together was sort of one of those make it or break it for friendships, the six idiot teenagers entered into something of a blood pact to keep their specific illegal animal fed and watered.
Things continued in this manner for the four-ish years of higher education. With a brief respite for more screaming and crying when it turned out that their (finally!) house-trained dog could also appear as a not at all house-trained child. But they'd all signed a lease on a townhouse together already. And, y'know, blood pact. So they made it work. And Bonnie was totally studying childhood education anyway - so this was practically thesis prep.
etc.
Eventually, college ended and the girls went their separate ways. (Relatively. More than one of them lives within driving distance of one another. And they still get together every Halloween for a Summoning Day - though it's less wearing robes and cackling in someone's basement and more of a family reunion/stitch-n-bitch at this point.) And from there, family expanded and grew - siblings, cousins, nieces and nephews - each contracted through blood and bond, with his mamas at the center of it and spindling outward indefinitely.
Things have quieted down significantly - people get older, they settle. Except when one of his moms summons him to hang up the new flatscreen onto the wall or one of his nieces needs to be picked up from a bar at 3am and doesn't want to call her dad. But otherwise, life's good. It's - quiet. Modern technology means a few less people get hopelessly lost in wooded areas and/or think hitchhiking with questionable men is a good idea. So the invitation to Adventure Society was a welcome change from full-time employment as his mamas' errand boy.
miscellaneous trivia
• While his clumsy, pre-teen existence was noted, he would like to state for the record that he did not "terrorize" or "attack" any horses. And that the bullets did, in fact, have the effect of hurting like a bitch and stressing out his mothers.
• Wears a thick chain that hangs too long when in human form an fits snugly in animal form. There's circular dog tag with his name on it at the end.
• While he doesn't strictly belong to any club, he is a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse. Sometimes as a big human person and sometimes, with some insider assistance, as a big dog.
• Other than English, he's fluent in both Spanish and Creole French. And can cuss someone out in a handful of other languages.
• Wears a thick chain that hangs too long when in human form an fits snugly in animal form. There's circular dog tag with his name on it at the end.
• While he doesn't strictly belong to any club, he is a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse. Sometimes as a big human person and sometimes, with some insider assistance, as a big dog.
• Other than English, he's fluent in both Spanish and Creole French. And can cuss someone out in a handful of other languages.
