Post by Soldier on Apr 4, 2013 16:27:03 GMT -5
Name: Combat
Age: 3 ish
Gender: Male
Appearance:
? Body: Combat is a Black Labrador. He has a thick body, well muscled. His sleek pelt is a midnight black color with no distinguishing marks whatsoever. He is pretty tall for his breed, but also a bit lanky when he walks and runs.
? Face: Combat's face is certainly unlike any other. It has nice, chiseled features with nice clean teeth, but his eyes are his most striking features. Everyone says that about themselves, but his are unlike their sparkling depths. One is a cobalt blue, burning with the hottest of fires like that of a magical furnace. Not some thing you see everyday? Certainly not. The other is green. Greener then the mossy trunk of a 100+ year old tree. They are as deep as a rain forest and as endless as the Earth is old.
Personality:
? Protective: Combat is protective over the ones he has grown close to and dislikes anyone who becomes disloyal in an instant. He is very willing to throw himself into the clutches of death to save anyone he loves. Family, good friends, and lovers all the same.
? Spazzy: He is okay in crowds. Well, some times. If it is something big like a pack meet, he might get a little spazzy and jittery. He just needs to go for a long run to cool off for a while, but most times, he doesn't come back for a few days.
? A Little Arrogant: Sometimes he gets carried away and becomes too proud of himself. When he has accomplished something that has taken him less time then it should have, but works out just as good, he gets a little cocky.
? Hopeless Romantic: Combat loves the cheesy love stories and fairy tales people tell about how people come along love at first site, or finding true love, and soul mates. He isn't too desperate to find it just yet, but he has his eye on a few dogs just in case.
History:
? Ago: Combat was born to some loners who had recently run away from the Dire Fighting Arena in a small town in Maine. They were running from their past lives and now had three pups on their paws. Combat learned from an early age his parents history of fighting. Whenever they smelled humans, they went a little crazy. After a long journey to get out of the state, the fights found them. His parents fled, leaving their pups behind. The runt of the litter was well hidden from the humans as they approached, so they only saw the two black puppies. Mistaking them for their parents, the humans threw them into the truck back to Maine. The pups were asleep, so they looked exactly like their parents. But, what the humans didn't get a chance to see, where Combat's eyes. And since he was larger, they assumed it was his father.
Once back at the Arena, they chose Combat to fight first. He was larger and well fed looking with no scars at all, but the dim-witted people thought nothing of it before throwing him in with a scrawny but angry looking boxer. Combat was afraid but quickly understood that if he wanted to live, he had to kill. A life for his own. After many fights, the finally matched him with his sister. She was still soft hearted from knowing him all her life. With people screaming around the young female, she was driven mad. Combat quickly dismissed the fact she was family, and killed her. Or so, he thought. She was barely alive and some how managed to get out of the Arena without him knowing. Combat on the other hand was released. He was only a few years old, but if he was his father, he would be considered too old to fight. So, they let him run away.
? Now: Combat had wondered around for a year before settling in Saddle Creek and is trying to start over but occasionally gets nightmares of the Arena.
Age: 3 ish
Gender: Male
Appearance:
? Body: Combat is a Black Labrador. He has a thick body, well muscled. His sleek pelt is a midnight black color with no distinguishing marks whatsoever. He is pretty tall for his breed, but also a bit lanky when he walks and runs.
? Face: Combat's face is certainly unlike any other. It has nice, chiseled features with nice clean teeth, but his eyes are his most striking features. Everyone says that about themselves, but his are unlike their sparkling depths. One is a cobalt blue, burning with the hottest of fires like that of a magical furnace. Not some thing you see everyday? Certainly not. The other is green. Greener then the mossy trunk of a 100+ year old tree. They are as deep as a rain forest and as endless as the Earth is old.
Personality:
? Protective: Combat is protective over the ones he has grown close to and dislikes anyone who becomes disloyal in an instant. He is very willing to throw himself into the clutches of death to save anyone he loves. Family, good friends, and lovers all the same.
? Spazzy: He is okay in crowds. Well, some times. If it is something big like a pack meet, he might get a little spazzy and jittery. He just needs to go for a long run to cool off for a while, but most times, he doesn't come back for a few days.
? A Little Arrogant: Sometimes he gets carried away and becomes too proud of himself. When he has accomplished something that has taken him less time then it should have, but works out just as good, he gets a little cocky.
? Hopeless Romantic: Combat loves the cheesy love stories and fairy tales people tell about how people come along love at first site, or finding true love, and soul mates. He isn't too desperate to find it just yet, but he has his eye on a few dogs just in case.
History:
? Ago: Combat was born to some loners who had recently run away from the Dire Fighting Arena in a small town in Maine. They were running from their past lives and now had three pups on their paws. Combat learned from an early age his parents history of fighting. Whenever they smelled humans, they went a little crazy. After a long journey to get out of the state, the fights found them. His parents fled, leaving their pups behind. The runt of the litter was well hidden from the humans as they approached, so they only saw the two black puppies. Mistaking them for their parents, the humans threw them into the truck back to Maine. The pups were asleep, so they looked exactly like their parents. But, what the humans didn't get a chance to see, where Combat's eyes. And since he was larger, they assumed it was his father.
Once back at the Arena, they chose Combat to fight first. He was larger and well fed looking with no scars at all, but the dim-witted people thought nothing of it before throwing him in with a scrawny but angry looking boxer. Combat was afraid but quickly understood that if he wanted to live, he had to kill. A life for his own. After many fights, the finally matched him with his sister. She was still soft hearted from knowing him all her life. With people screaming around the young female, she was driven mad. Combat quickly dismissed the fact she was family, and killed her. Or so, he thought. She was barely alive and some how managed to get out of the Arena without him knowing. Combat on the other hand was released. He was only a few years old, but if he was his father, he would be considered too old to fight. So, they let him run away.
? Now: Combat had wondered around for a year before settling in Saddle Creek and is trying to start over but occasionally gets nightmares of the Arena.
