Rohais

[fiction]

Name: Rohais
Age: Three years
Breed: American Pitbull xx Bull Mastiff
Gender: Brute
Appearance: Standing at an astounding 32in at the shoulder, Rohais is a massive force to reckon with. Lean, sinewy muscles lay just beneath a mostly off-white exterior, patched with a few black marks here and there. Big, mocha optics lay in the center of his skull, leaving him a blind spot toward the middle of his nose, but a large peripheral view. His tail was never docked, and his ears never mounted as a puppy, leaving him with an almost innocent look to his otherwise intimidating bravado. 
Personality: A misunderstood creature, Rohais doesn't do well interacting with others. In fact, he does so poorly, that most think him to be crude and disrespectful, and do not take the time to reach under his tough exterior, to the soft, sweet being that he really is. Genuine and compassionate, Rohais has a need to be loved. A deep-seeded urge to be cared for, but can never be quenched with his social anxiety. He gets nervous around others, and can't quite find the words to speak. Rarely does he come across another being that he feels an instant connection to, or feels the need to talk to. The only canine that he holds dear to his heart is his sister, whom is his polar opposite. Loud and bubbly, she speaks for him when he needs it most. As of lately, he hasn't seen too much of her, and this bothers him. She is the only thing he knows, never having met his parents, and growing up in a home full of neglect. 
History:  Born on the outskirts of an already small town, not too many people knew of Rohais and his sister's existence. In fact, the owner of the farm didn't know of their existence for the first few weeks of their lives. Once they were weaned, and able to move on their own, there mother brought them out of hiding. The farmer, at this point in time, had assumed that the mother had run off after drowning the other four members of Rohais litter. Much to his surprise, she had not, and had kept two puppies alive on his own property. Least to say is, he got rid of her once and for all, but couldn't seem to come to terms with killing her last two pups. There was something different about them. He paid no attention to them, but did provide them with food. Until they got much larger that is. When they became big enough to chase the cattle, and do some actual damage, the beatings began. Whenever the farmer caught him near their livestock, he would chase after them with his club, and thumb them hard over the crown of the head. They learned fast. Eventually, he found them too much to care for, and chained them out in the back field. They lived out in the back, with a lean-to barn for shade, a small bowl of water to share, and a small food rations for the first two years of their lives. That is, until the farmer moved, and the feedings stopped all together. Starvation and the will to survive are the only reason they are even alive now.

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ooc; Omfg, I love him. <3 He should totally meet Camilla, they'd butt heads, rofl ;D
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