Post by GREYtheFLAILER on Jan 12, 2012 23:13:00 GMT -5
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Full Name: Duke
Nickname(s): --
Age: Five
Gender: Male
Species: Canine
Breed(s): Purebred Doberman
Other: He's a carrier of the albino gene; he's produced albino offspring, and one of his parents were albino
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Coat Color: Brown and Black; the stereotypical Doberman
Eye Color: Dark brown, nearly black
Height: 30' at the wither
Weight: 80 - 90lbs
Markings: --
Scars, birthmarks, etc: His pelt is marred with scars
MIND,
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Duke is certainly one not many forget; he leaves the females hot 'n bothered, and males scarred for life. An interesting character, indeed. Might as well start off with a bang, right?
Duke is ruthless. He is a cold-hearted, aggressive, and powerful male, whom in which shows no mercy towards other males, and will kill without thinking. Old habits die hard, especially for Duke. He is overly intelligent, more so than most, having wit and strength all bundled into one to create the perfect machine. That was what he was treated like, anyways, in his previous career; a machine. Duke can be very abusive, and although doesn't enjoy hurting females, will do so if the time calls for it. He can be overly demanding and pushy, though he holds a great amount of respect for the ones who earn it. If you earn his loyalty, as well, then you can expect for it to be everlasting.
Unless you stab him in the back. But then again, he would be out for blood, should you try such a thing. Smart move? I think not.
Now, Duke takes out his emotional pain with anger. He thinks sadness, fear, as well as any other emotion (despite lust and anger) is a weakness, and thus, he doesn't feel them. Nownow, Duke may be known amongst other males as a great threat and opponent, , but when in the company of females, he is entirely different. He knows exactly what makes their hearts pitter patter, and he will use it to his advantage with any chance he gets. He is incredibly lustful, and will stop at nothing to get a little action.
Obnoxious, rude, lustful, and violent; all of these are traits that make up the rough male, though in the end, they create what was meant to be created the moment his master hit him for the first time. A monster.
SOUL.
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NOTE: IGHHTT, he was owned by the same dudes as Looking Glass. As well, this is an older history, hence why it probs sucks. C:
Most dogs, in life, have remotely good owners; ones that would love them and care for them, no matter what they did wrong. Most dogs, even on this island, were probably happy at one point in their lives. Duke, however, is different from most dogs. Shall we start with the gruesome tale?
The Doberman was born six long years ago, on a warm, summer, evening. He was just another purebred puppy in his litter; another little, tiny treasure in which to be sold to a caring family. His masters were considerably nice people, always watching to make sure the puppies weren’t playing too rough, or that his mother wasn’t getting too irritable with the litter. Though she could get somewhat short with the puppies, Duke had loved his mother very dearly. She was always so tender; always there for him. He had no idea that life could be different; no idea that he would be forced to leave his wonderful, happy, home. That is, until his siblings started disappearing. Duke didn’t know where they were going, but his mother assured him it was alright, and that it was just a part of life. It would always be alright. She was there for him, and he didn’t need to be afraid. If only she knew how completely wrong she was.
When Duke turned three months old, he was purchased as the second-last puppy to be picked up. The men seemed nice, at first; picking him up lightly, and supporting his bottom when they held him so he didn’t fear falling. Duke, being the excitable little puppy he was, got rather excited. Apparently though, that tended to be a bad thing when it came to the type of men they really were. When Duke was carried towards the men’s large vehicle, he looked around eagerly, little tail wagging with exuberance, causing his entire frame to wiggle about. And, it was then he did what most puppies do when they get overly excited; he peed. It’s a normal thing for a puppy to do so. But, he shouldn’t have, in the men's eyes.
That was the first time his master hit him.
Duke was thrown in the back of the van, and taken to a home hours away, where he was put into a small cage, separated from all other dogs. That’s where the insanity started. He was isolated, alone, for months, only to see humans when they would bring him food. Which, was only once a day. Though, it was a considerably good meal, as the male needed to get some weigh on him. They wanted, or rather, counted on Duke being in good shape. The male got used to this, eventually stopping his painful cries for his mother, his siblings, and resorting to sitting in the corner of his cramped cage, in order to let his thoughts wander. He became reliant on himself, pacing and chewing on the metal bars caging him in, his entire body buzzing with the need for escape.
With such isolation, it only made sense that his anger began to build.
After a year had gone by, Duke had started training. Every day, he was taken out, to run for an hour, always muzzled, before going through a course in which tested his agility, as well as his speed. Duke passed all tests successfully, but his owners needed him angry, in order to fight. So, into the smaller cage he went, after months of activity, muzzled, and cramped, in the small space. Take an active dog and lock him up, and you've created instant anger. Duke was prodded with sharp objects, the cage was shaken about in order to frighten him... it was abuse. But, no one was there to stop it.
By the time Duke was two, he had been pushed to the point where no one could get near him, to even remove his muzzle. He was wild, and completely and utterly dangerous. His masters had done their job.
They had created the perfect fighting dog; a monster.
So, the Doberma was taken to fights, released into a pit with another dog, only to take out his anger on the animal. His first fight was won easily, with the other dog left dead on the earth beneath his feet, bloodied and broken. Duke began to revel in his job; he, slowly, began to take pride in his rising title. Within months, he was close to the top of the line, having slaughtered most of the champions with the utmost uncaring and ruthlessness. The best of the best had died at his feet, and he wasn't nearly bothered by it. Duke had been raised like this, to fight and slaughter, only to be praised afterwards. He looked forwards to escape his enclosure for an hour at a time, in order to take the life of another.
The distant memories of his mother and siblings where long gone now, as he no longer gave himself the chance to think. No, he only killed.
It was when the male had turned five, in which he was ready to take on his biggest competition thus far. He was the only male others figured capable of demolishing Duke, and the Doberman was determined to slaughter him, from the moment he cast his eyes upon his bulkier frame. He was released into the pit after a few moments, and the two fought for five, long hours. But, in the end, Duke came out the last one standing. He was bloodied and marred, though, not all unbridled anger had been expelled during the fight. When Duke fought, a sort of frenzie began; he was barely incapable of getting himself to stop. Hell, often time they were forced to sedate him, in order to get the male out of the pen. It was as if something took over, consumed him, and would leave only once the male was exhausted. When the two-leggeds tried to coax him out of the pit and into a smaller carrying cage, Duke cracked. He leaped up onto the structure, and out of his pit. Of course, people tried to stop him, and of course, they, like many others, died at the wrath of his powerful jaws. He felt unstoppable, and took no mercy in ripping apart those in his way; he was, in every way, rogue, and completely dangerous.
Nearly a year later, after the male had spent months wandering aimlessly about the woods nearby, he was captured by animal control; muzzled and bound, in order to be sent away. Stories of the dog had been printed in papers, and although many pushed for him to be slaughtered, many argued it wasn't the dog's fault. In the end, he was killed. Or, that's what the Government told everyone. In reality, they simply shipped the animal to Gershom, out of hopes he may help control the population there.
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