Post by R E D on Oct 27, 2008 4:31:37 GMT -5
Character Name: Duce
Gender: Male
Pack: None
Rank: Loner
Breed: French Mastiff
Age: 5 years
Appearance: Duce is a stocky mastiff with a huge, heavy, broad, wrinkled head. His jaw is under-short and powerful. Upper lips hang thickly down over the lower jaw. The skin on his neck is loose, forming a noticeable dewlap. In general his skin is thick, hard to rip or tear, and is loose enough to stretch instead of give way under fangs. His ears hang down at the sides of his head. Duce's body is thickset with a short, straight top line and gentile rounded croup. His front legs are straight and heavy-boned. You might say this dog is a true powerhouse, and you'd be right. He stands at 30 inches at his shoulders, and weighs 144 pounds, all of which is muscle, bone, and tough flesh, you'll hardly find any fat on this beast of a dog.
His short rusty colored pelt is soft to the touch, yet thick enough to protect him from the chill. Pink rims, and nose blend in with his pelt in a way that only adds to his wrinkled face and golden hued eyes. His look is a dangerous one, and you'd be correct on guessing that he is not one to be messed around with. Those drooping upper lips hide behind them very sharp, long, and wide-set fangs that could rip through just about anything with ease.
Personality: Just because this dog seems all brawn, doesn't mean he has no brain. In fact he's quite smart and ambitious, wanting nothing but the highest respect from everyone he meets. He was bred and trained to be a fighting dog, to be pit against others in a battle ring. That is the place where he learned to fight, learned to protect himself, and learned that the feel of pain was nothing more than your mind's own creation. He's been torn to shreds and almost eaten alive by other dogs, and the scars on his body tell this story, though most have healed incredibly well thanks to an owner who knew what he was doing.
Duce is a very strong willed and dangerous dog, I wouldn't want to be the one to get in his way when he wants something. He'd kill to get what he wants.
A bit ugly he may be, but he has no problem flirting with and pampering females with licks and nuzzles. What he gives in love, he expects to get just as much back, if not more. He'd love to have his own harem of gorgeous young pregnant doges to call on at any time he wanted.
History: As I mentioned before, he was bred to be a fighting dog, to be pit against other dogs in a ring of battle. He excelled in his sport, and managed to come out on top and win the grand prize. His owner took good care of him, tending to his wounds and allowing him to breed with as many females as he wanted. He was a champion... that is until the day the men in uniform came to take his owner away.
They took his human away in chains, and locked Duce up in a small cage and put him in the back of a van. Before he knew it he was being taken away to a place where he was sure that he didn't want to be.
He managed to escape from the cage, and bust through the back window of the van. He didn't waste time trying to find out where they took his owner, and ran as far away from that place as he could.
That was almost three years ago, and since then he's learned the ways of the street, and the ways of the strays, and has adopted them as his own.
RP example: You've already seen my writing.
Picture:
Miscellaneous: Woof >:3
Other accounts: Just this one... Red.
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OOC Name: Red
Gender: Male
Pack: None
Rank: Loner
Breed: French Mastiff
Age: 5 years
Appearance: Duce is a stocky mastiff with a huge, heavy, broad, wrinkled head. His jaw is under-short and powerful. Upper lips hang thickly down over the lower jaw. The skin on his neck is loose, forming a noticeable dewlap. In general his skin is thick, hard to rip or tear, and is loose enough to stretch instead of give way under fangs. His ears hang down at the sides of his head. Duce's body is thickset with a short, straight top line and gentile rounded croup. His front legs are straight and heavy-boned. You might say this dog is a true powerhouse, and you'd be right. He stands at 30 inches at his shoulders, and weighs 144 pounds, all of which is muscle, bone, and tough flesh, you'll hardly find any fat on this beast of a dog.
His short rusty colored pelt is soft to the touch, yet thick enough to protect him from the chill. Pink rims, and nose blend in with his pelt in a way that only adds to his wrinkled face and golden hued eyes. His look is a dangerous one, and you'd be correct on guessing that he is not one to be messed around with. Those drooping upper lips hide behind them very sharp, long, and wide-set fangs that could rip through just about anything with ease.
Personality: Just because this dog seems all brawn, doesn't mean he has no brain. In fact he's quite smart and ambitious, wanting nothing but the highest respect from everyone he meets. He was bred and trained to be a fighting dog, to be pit against others in a battle ring. That is the place where he learned to fight, learned to protect himself, and learned that the feel of pain was nothing more than your mind's own creation. He's been torn to shreds and almost eaten alive by other dogs, and the scars on his body tell this story, though most have healed incredibly well thanks to an owner who knew what he was doing.
Duce is a very strong willed and dangerous dog, I wouldn't want to be the one to get in his way when he wants something. He'd kill to get what he wants.
A bit ugly he may be, but he has no problem flirting with and pampering females with licks and nuzzles. What he gives in love, he expects to get just as much back, if not more. He'd love to have his own harem of gorgeous young pregnant doges to call on at any time he wanted.
History: As I mentioned before, he was bred to be a fighting dog, to be pit against other dogs in a ring of battle. He excelled in his sport, and managed to come out on top and win the grand prize. His owner took good care of him, tending to his wounds and allowing him to breed with as many females as he wanted. He was a champion... that is until the day the men in uniform came to take his owner away.
They took his human away in chains, and locked Duce up in a small cage and put him in the back of a van. Before he knew it he was being taken away to a place where he was sure that he didn't want to be.
He managed to escape from the cage, and bust through the back window of the van. He didn't waste time trying to find out where they took his owner, and ran as far away from that place as he could.
That was almost three years ago, and since then he's learned the ways of the street, and the ways of the strays, and has adopted them as his own.
RP example: You've already seen my writing.
Picture:
Miscellaneous: Woof >:3
Other accounts: Just this one... Red.
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OOC Name: Red
