Post by ? relic on Jul 23, 2012 21:47:27 GMT -5
nicknames , Calling him "Champers" will piss him off. Only females he cares about can give him nicknames.
age , Three years
gender , Male.
breed , American Pitbull Terrier
pack , "I walk alone."
appearance ,
Champ has a nice frame for a male of his age. His head is broad and narrow at the same time, if that makes sense. Attached to his noggin is a medium-length muzzle that hides his deadly weapons. His neck is rather thick, and leads down to his broad, muscular chest. His body is slender, yet sturdy, and a. A long, narrow tail with a slight bend in the middle hangs from his body. This structure is held up by four long, muscular, agile legs.
This mutt has quite a palette covering his body, made up of beautiful hues including red, white, blonde, and black. The majority of his fur is a light, almost honeysuckle, blonde color. Along his spine is a red tint that branches out slightly. The white blends nicely and appears throughout his body, but is most recognizable on his shoulders, forehead, legs, toes, and tail tip. His nose and pads are coal black, and stand out nicely against his otherwise light color scheme. His eyes are an intimidating, piercing amber color that can seemingly look into your soul.
personality ,
determined --
If Champ gets stuck on something, he's never going to give up on. This usually leads to blood, sweat, and tears, all wasted on a hopeless cause. He'll use every bit of his heart to get something done, and if he can accomplish it, the relief is worth every second to him.
robot --
If you aren't close to Champ, you'll think of him as an emotionless, fearless bastard with no conscience. In reality, however, he just has trouble expressing his feelings. He feels that showing emotion is a sign of weakness, and letting your guard down is basically suicide.
trust issues --
This canine has built a steel wall around his heart. During his life, he's been betrayed countless times, and has only truly loved and trusted one soul: a young girl named Taylor. After her death, he's found it nearly impossible to develop bonds with others. Peel back the barricade, though, and you'll find a humble, loving canine that would give or do anything to see you happy.
protective --
Those that Champ cares about basically have a body guard for life. He will do everything in his power to keep you safe, since it's his "duty" to protect his loved ones. He would literally take a bullet to the face without a speck of fear, just if it meant you would be scratch free.
explorer --
Champ is a very curious dog, often going on long journeys, just to find out something simple... like where beavers go for the winter. He's an explorer at heart, and gets a thrill when he discovers something new.
betrayal --
This mutt is usually pretty chill, but if you wrong him, he's going to be your worst nightmare. He will hunt you down. It doesn't matter how long it takes, how far away you are, or how long it's been. You don't deserve to be breathing at this point.
soft spot --
Females and Puppies - They both get to him. He looks at females as fragile beings, and is afraid he'll hurt them. He looks at puppies as innocent creatures who just need a bit of love. The way his life has played out has led him to these decisions. He often takes puppies under his wing, no matter who they belong to. He may be unstable at first sight, but his fatherly instinct is strong.
mental breakdowns --
It isn't uncommon for Champ to have mental breakdowns. He'll start arguing with himself - usually in his mind, though - and go on a rampage. It is best to stay out of his way when this happens, as everything in his path is likely to be crushed.
mother , Unknown.
father , Unknown.
siblings , Unknown.
history ,
It all started with a pregnant female, like always. The young female was owned by a miserable old bastard who used his dogs for entertainment. Sick, right? Anyways, he was a classic example of a "backyard show ring" owner. He hid the wooden "pit" in his shed, which also housed four sets of bleachers. The ring had eight wooden sides and was stained with a mixture of old and new blood. The place smelled like bleach and rotten flesh, but that didn't stop these people from bidding and cheering for the dogs to rip each other's guts out.
SO I CHECKED MY PULSE ,
Well, Champ was never really a part of the ring. Soon enough, the bastard's "show" got busted by an undercover investigator. He was sent to jail, and all of his dogs were sent where ever they could fit. Champ was sold to a man for $50, and was excited about having a new start in life. He had a large yard to play in, two little boys to romp around with, and was fed, watered, and given a place to sleep each night. The man, however, grew more and more impatient with Champ. He beat the pup mercilessly for the simplest of things - potty training, getting dirty after a bath, and playing too hard - and didn't seem to want anything to do with the mutt anymore. Then, his niece came to meet her uncle's new puppy. She saw how afraid of the man he was, and was fearful for the pup's life. When the man was about to beat Champ again, she grabbed his hand, commanding him to stop. The man smirked, and said plainly "Well, do you want to deal with it?" The girl agreed, and convinced her parents to let her keep the dog.
STANDING THERE WHITE AS A GHOST ,
She took the little white puppy home, and named him, you guessed it, Champ. Why? Because he was amazing at everything he did in her eyes, and she took pride in knowing she had him all to herself. Champ learned this girl's name to be Taylor. Champ loved her with everything in him, which was a new found feeling for him. Where he had previously been showered with hate and abuse, Taylor was the light shining in on his thunder storm of a life. She protected him from the evils in the world, and he wouldn't want to be with anyone else. No, they didn't have much money, and couldn't afford to buy him a fancy collar or bed, but what did it matter? His black, nylon collar was just fine for him, and who needed a bed when you could share with the person you love more than life itself? When Champ began getting older, he grew too big to stay in the house, and had to be put in a pen out back. Taylor still visited him constantly, however. After his first birthday, it was discovered that he had demodectic mange, also known as red mange. It wasn't contagious, like sarcoptic mange, but was very uncomfortable. His hair was very thin, and barely covered his body. He had to be washed several times a week with medicated shampoo. His condition slowly improved, but it was never truly cured. After his fur started growing back, something that had been gradually happening was much more noticeable. You see, since he was a puppy, his once pure white coat was beginning to turn a bright blonde color, with a red tint along his spine. The white was still clearly visible, but had to share his coat with the other colors.
I LACKED A COMPLEXION ,
Champ got loose a lot, and when he was loose, he ran. He wasn't running from anything, he was just going for a little joy ride. He had learned this from his companion, Silas. The old chocolate lab would always venture out with him to nowhere in particular. One day, though, Silas didn't come back. This hurt Champ, but he tried to ignore it. He wasn't as familiar with the area as Silas was, and didn't know when he had gone to places that were off limits. He learned his lesson when a farmer approached him with a gun, and shot him in the neck. Champ fled, traveling over two miles with a horrible injury to get home. He stood in the yard, and waited for Taylor to get home. When she walked in to the yard, she noticed something wasn't right. Champ wasn't jumping up to greet her. She took a closer look, because it was dark, and was shocked to find his chest covered in blood. She dropped the drink she was holding, and used all of her strength to pick up the heavy brute. She carried him to the garage, fumbling to unlock the door, and placed him on a bunch of soft blankets. She made him lay down, and went to work cleaning the blood off to see what had hurt him. She gently dabbed his colorful pelt with a washcloth, and searched for any evidence of what had happened. She found one small puncture wound, which she presumed to be a dog bite, but got worried when she couldn't find another. Surely, this couldn't be a bite wound. She stayed with him that night, never leaving his side. Her mother found Taylor and Champ fast asleep beside one another. Champ was taken to the vet that morning, and Taylor's predictions were right - he had been shot. The bullet had traveled up through his body, missing his organs by pure miracle, and had stopped about a centimeter from his spine. They couldn't remove it, either, or it would hit his spine and paralyze him. After numerous injections and a few days of rest, the pitbull was back on his feet.
AND STABBED MY REFLECTION TWELVE TIMES ,
Silas and Badger were gone - Badger was the tiny mutt that would try and lead Champ and Silas - and Champ could feel that something bad was going to happen. He was right. On Taylor's mother's birthday, her parents went out to eat. While they were gone, someone had trespassed onto the property and tried to steal their only cow, Annabelle. Champ had been loose, and was sleeping in the barn when it happened. He growled at the man, and began to walk defensively toward him. Once Taylor noticed, she started yelling at the man to leave, when he pulled a gun on the girl. She started to back up, hands in the air as a sign of giving up. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she fell silent in fear. Champ lunged at him, biting down on his arm until the bone snapped in half. The man shot out of pain, and his bullet hit Taylor in the chest. She collapsed, bleeding heavily. Champ gasped, running full speed to her side. He licked the wound continuously, praying that it would heal as his did. Taylor weakly put her arm around Champ's neck, stroking his soft fur. Her face began to turn white, as her eyes struggled to stay open. She fought blacking out with everything in her, but simply couldn't anymore. She turned to her beloved canine, who lay beside her comfortingly, and spoke these words softly: "I love you, Champers." He licked her face restlessly, forced to watch her perish. He sobbed, laying his head on her chest. "Please, come back!" he pleaded. She was gone. The one thing that mattered in his life had been ripped from his grasp. She saved him from a skin disease, stayed by his side when he was on the verge of death, and overall, had been a saint in a world of demons. She had done so much for him, but he couldn't even save her from some bastard with a shotgun. He owed her more than that, but he couldn't save her. When her parents returned, they were shocked as well. Champ attended her funeral, watching with pain in his chest as she was buried. After everyone left, he remained at her grave site, laying over the freshly overturned soil. "I'm so sorry, Taylor. Please, please forgive me." he repeated those words over and over, until he passed out from exhaustion. Champ still visits the graveyard daily, talking to his deceased best friend.
