`Pandora's Box.

[Pandora!]

Hello. May I ask your name?

Pandora.. Box.

Ah, and does it have any specific meaning?

Yes, the first woman, bestowed upon humanity as a punishment for Prometheus's theft of fire, entrusted with a box containing all the ills that could plague people. She opened it out of curiosity and thereby released all the evils of human life..

Well, do you have an alias?

No, I prefer Pandora.. or Box.

Hm. Well, how old are you?

I am currently six years of age.

Silly, yes, but are you male or female?

Female.

Of course, and your bloodlines?

My sire and dam were both Australian Shepherds, and I am obviously, purely one as well.

Well, with that settled, tell me a bit of your physical appearance, hm?

In general, you could describe my frame as active, agile, and well-balanced, but I assure you there are more details than that. Let us start with the head, hm? The top of my skull is about the same length as my tapering muzzle. Ears are set highly on the side of my skull, triangular in shape and slightly rounded at the tips. Oval-shaped eyes are mismatched, light amber on the left in color, containing a few flecks of hazel, brown, and icy blue on the right. There is a theory of why this is, but that will come up later. Now, onto the slightly longer than tall trunk of my body. My chest is strong and deep, covered by my moderate mane. My tail, as most are, is naturally docked at four inches. Coat is of a medium texture and is quite straight with few waves. My colorations are quite complex and unique. I've got a common blanket of blue merle upon my back, wrapping itself about me in correct places, although my legs are tan, toes dipped with white. Like most, I've got white points upon my chest and outlining my maw and lying beneath my tail. My 'mask' isn't white, but tan, along with my brows, the merle tip-toeing across the bride on my snout. And what holds me up, my legs. I stand squarely on all four oval, compact feet, complete with arched toes.

And you emotional and mental appearance?

Many have described me as a true saint, but of course, there are others who would strongly disagree. The epitome of Pandora would be the quintessence of Pandora. She is herself, I am myself. Everyone has their own personalities and characters, and I have mine. In fact, I have many characters indeed. But first, here are the basics. I rarely do dishonest actions, and when I do, I must confess. My conscious is thick, always whispering in my ear, guiding me through life. I would easily stand up for and fight for anything I strongly believe in, but I'd prefer it if confrontation could be avoided at all costs. I do tend to act out irrationally, though I usually keep a level head. I never speak or act without thorough thinking. Most belief that I act the way I act because I've yet to find love, but I don't care.
Ive got multiple personalities, a 'disorder.' Now. One who is always by my side is Box. She is like my other half, my other personality. Sometimes it's hard to decipher if it is Pandora or if it is Box, but there are some details to watch out for. Box is a seductive, back-stabbing, sly bitch, and Pandora is a graceful, respectful,honest angel. Box gets pleasure out of others' misery, agony, and depression, Pandora gets joy from making others happy. The two are almost complete opposites. It is thought that Pandora is the right eye, the icy blue eye, and that Box is the amber eye, the left eye, and it seems to be true, hm?

Would you mind telling me of your past?

Mother died five months ater giving birth to the five of us. Four of us died in four months. Two of us lived. Box and I. Tek in month one. Nyx in month two. Uno in month three. And Tuck in month four. Before Mother left and died, she told Father one last thing. Take care of Pandora and her Box. He thought she was talking about my mental illness, but I knew better. Box was there a week before Mother died, getting me ready for her death. Mother and I had a bond. We both had that mental disorder. We both had multiple personalities. She let it take her over, though. I didn't. Box knew that I had more control, even if it was just a 1% difference, I still had more. So. We lived together. The three of us. Father. Pandora. And Box.

Now, it's a few years later, I've hit sexual maturity, and I'm being pushed out of Father's life. He's going insane. He keeps repeating things about Mother. About how it was his fault. I guess it's time. I told Father good-bye, but Box had a different plan. Box killed him. I've still yet to forgive her for that, but every soul makes a mistake. Box made hers a bit too soon.

I never settled in one city for too long. Everyone drove me out, Box caused too much chaos. She never killed again, I wouldn't let her.

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