LYSANDER ,

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LYSANDER

» I can hear them calling ;

NICKNAME: Lys, Sanders.
GENDER: Male.
AGE: Newborn.
BREED: [Cane Corso] x [Nova Scottia Duck Tolling Retriever].
GROUP: Mafian Heir.
ORIENTATION: n/a

QUIRKS: Scared of bugs.
DISORDERS: None.
DISABILITIES: Deaf in right ear.

VOICE: Booming bass.
PERFUME: Pine needles.

» I'll stop the whole world ;

in the mirror:

This boy heavily favors his father, being the second largest in his litter, only outweighed by the clifford-story runt, Baron. He stands almost thirty inches at the withers, and weighs around one hundred pounds, give or take a few. He's a colossal beast, his growth seemingly never stopping. He has a large, blocky head, which sits upon an incredibly thick neck and chest, broad shoulders, and a very sturdy frame. His legs are long and heavily toned, bulging out beneath that creamy chocolate and black coat of his. Popping off the end of his spine is a long, swooping, thin tail. His coat is a light, creamy chocolate with black brindle markings, his tail has a white tip, and his eyes are hazel.


» from turning in to a monster, eating us alive ;

the good, the bad, the ugly:

outside [indifferent] & [asshole] & [immature] & & [possessive] & [player] & [dominant] & [manipulative] & [trouble maker] & [cunning]




» indifferent ;

Lysander is one of those dogs that has absolutely no regard for the well being of others whatsoever. He'll push you down and throw sand in your eyes, and could care less if you come out of it sad or not. You could say that his indifference is good in a way... he sees all as equally pathetic beings.

» immature;

This male will laugh at the most childish things, make "that's what she said" jokes, and argue and argue until he thinks he's won. He just can't bring himself to grow up and face life like a normal mutt. His excuse? "Well, where's the fun in that?"

» possessive;

It started out with simple things, like hiding spots, makeshift toys and bones, and friends. As Lysander got older, however, he grew to be very possessive over females. Once you've been charmed, you're his. Forever. And he now runs your life. But that's okay! Sander knows best.

» player;

Though Lys "owns" many females, he doesn't give his heart to any of them. He simply uses them for sex and makes them his servants, in return for their safekeeping and shelter. If they get pregnant, they're on their own.

» dominant;

Lysander will do whatever it takes to show that he runs the show. He'll pick fights with other males, only to tear them apart, and steal anything from territory to females from them.

» manipulative;

Everything this male says is a riddle, waiting to be deciphered. But stupid girls who act like they're drunk when he turns on the charm never think of some other meaning behind his words. His sister, Epineux, absolutely despises liars, so he found a way around it. Being a brilliant son of a bitch has its perks!

» don't you ever wonder how we survive? ;

in the past:

dame: Lady Marvela
sire: Ryland
full-blooded siblings: Epineux, Matisse, Zared, Nina, Unnamed, Baron
half-siblings: Nero, Lucifer, Charlotte, Callie, Cassandra, Creven
birthdate: May 7th, Year Three

Second born to Ryland and Lady Marvela.

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