Post by BluePlaid on Mar 31, 2013 20:01:00 GMT -5
Name:
Captain
Age:
2 Years Old
Gender:
Male
Breed:
Plott Hound x Lab
Sexuality:
Normally asexual, but sometimes heterosexual
Appearance:
Set Captain is just your average brindle dog. He has ears that are floppy, and can resemble the Lab in him. Captain has brown eyes, which in the sun, could appear to be red and orange-ish. Towards his nose is when the brindle pattern starts to fade and just becomes black, although his ears are mostly a light brown than any other color. His base of brown is pretty light, and so are the black stripes upon him. Weight: 74 lbs. Height: 27 lbs.
Personality:
Insecure~
Because of his past, Captain will always be the same and will never learn how to get to the right track. He's always calling himself a failure, and never forgives himself.
Insane on the Inside~
Since Captain was a fighting dog, he has always been used to the feeling. How could having to eat blood, bones, teeth, and flesh not make you insane? Oh, and his owner... and killing dogs and having to eat them.
Quiet~
Believe me, Cap'n is quiet for a reason. He doesn't want to talk to anybody to get close to them, because if he gets close they'll eventually ask about his past. If they ask about his past and he tells them, they would run away and he would be heart broken. He also is quiet because if he doesn't like you, it would be easier to not care about them.
Charming~
Now, since this is rare, this is one of Captain's best traits. Well, maybe the best. If Captain really likes you, he's just a cutie that'll listen to anything you say and actually care. He could be fun, or feel your sorrow.
Short-Tempered ~
Mess with him once, you might get a smack. Twice, he might ignore you. Thrice, running is always fun... if you're Captain and you're running to go kill someone.
Sensitive~
Even though he seems all big and tough, Captain really takes things to the heart considerably quickly and reacts just as fast.
History:
The beating of his heart was almost loud enough to be heard as the heavy footsteps neared the bedroom. The bulky figure soon appeared in the dimmed doorway, a half empty beer bottle dangling from his hand and a small container in his other, little white specks of powder spilling from the side slowly. Every word the man said came out in a slurred sputter of hatred as he threw the container on the ground and pulled out some metal stick that he would hit the hound with most every day that he had lived with the man. A couple months if he remembered correctly. The worst couple months of his life so far. Quickly the man chugged the last lap of the alcoholic beverage from the green tinted bottle before throwing it full force at his puppy, while waiting for Captain to recooperate the bulky male lifted the club over his head and whipped it down to smack the side of the defensless creature. Feasting on the sound of pain crowing from Cap he hit him repeatidly not even pausing for a full five minutes of the beating before stumbling out of the room and passing out on the couch. During the daytime, the man would put down the drugs and alcohol just long enough to train the youthful canine to fight, for he would eventually run out of funds for his happiness therefore he needed a source of prime cash. Dog fighting. Captain was built perfectly, and had the courage and desire needed to win. The first time, he did just that.
The first time the young male was put into the rink, he smirked and his eye twitched; and when it did, that's when his demon self came out, his body and other mind taking over. Oh how the blood tasted so good, and how the suspense filled him with joy. When it was over, Captain just stood over the dog, panting. Once his tail twitched, he was back to normal again. Every day this would happen, fighting and killing and being beaten. Soon, Captain was tired of the beating. He was now strong and old enough, so before the man hit him again, the brute grabbed the whacker and jumped on the man,his eye twitching, and biting the man's neck and killing him. He jumped off and ran off, his tail flickering and his paws moving at a fast motion; soon coming to the new territory Saddle Creek. Everything turned into a flashback to him, and every night, poor Captain would suffer from the nightmares of the man. His regular self hates killing dogs, so that's why he's shy and stays away from talking... but his insane side adores the warmth of the blood, and the feeling of the tension.
