Post by Spitz on Feb 13, 2007 21:11:36 GMT -5
Name
Fang
Age
Four Years
Gender
Bastard
Breed
Czechoslovakian Wolf dog/Canadian Gray Wolf - 50%/50%
Weight
142 Pounds
Height
32 Inches
Team
Stray
Position
Alpha(WILL kill for it.)
Other characters
Spitz
Appearance
Fang's body is unusually large for any creature, and carries many more scars then any one could imagine, but it is all due to his blood, for he was bred to be bulking in muscle tone, and large in height, as well as aggressive in nature, yet he was mainly bred for fighting, and trained for it. He has bright yellow eyes that seem to send the feeling of death where ever they look. His tail is almost always held in a straight line fallowing his body, accept for occasions when he feels fit to raise it high in the air the final warning for any creature to back down before it's mer life is taken from its pathetic body. Fang also has very large paws due to the manner of his blood once more, and they leave a track about the size of a mans hand making it easy to track him, yet very intimidating, but the mer sight of his tracks sends most humans in the other direction along with weakling dogs.
Picture
Personality
Fang is a true killer, he will not back down from a fight, or run away. He also has no mercy for other dogs, and believes a fight is over only once the challenger, or challenged is dead. He has even before killed his young out of a bitch which he did not find suitable for raising his young let alone birthing them. Fang is sexually raciest he believes female could never do the job of a male, and that there only reason in life is to be a brutes sex toy, and fill out there every whim.
History
Fang was born in a small Indian village on the border of Canada, and Alaska where he lives for two years in tell his Indian comrades we're taken away by the U.S. government and shipped off to live somewhere else, so as a parting gift his owner Takimasheha (Walks with the wind.) let him go to run wild in the surrounding area, but no man had to come back, many of them too all white with Indian slaves that we're treated lower then dogs, and the burn your nose smell of rum covered them all, well Fang one day had ventured to close to there camp, and found what looked to be a wooden den with fresh meat inside, but it was actually a trap, and Fang had been arrogant enough to fall for it. In the morning the man came, and took him out of the wooden den, and put him in a metal cage where he was beat constantly in tell his listened, and obeyed there every whim. He then was used as a sled dog for a short period of time, but the white man soon found a better use for him, fighting. Fang was thrown into the fighting pit around three times a day, and came back every time the winner with blood covering his pelt, and multiple wounds along with deep scars. He lives this way for almost two years, but had finally met his match when he was put against a Great Dane, German Shepherd, and Pit Bull. He had taken the German Shepherd out first being annoyed by his loud barking, and constant nipping, and the Great Dane came next. Fang had some trouble with him, but finally had a lock on his throat, and the lack of air, and loss of blood finally killed him, but then there was the Pit Bull. Fang had tried many times to get the deadly neck lock on the short bulking dog, but his neck was to low to the ground, and he couldn't maneuver himself to get the right spot, so he was reduced to simply bitting his back, and legs which did some damage, but not enough to kill him, and then it happened the Pitt Bull had come between his legs, and got a lock on his throat. Fang had tried to escape, but found it pointless, and focused on just staying alive, but no matter how much he tried he couldn't get air, and soon he had come so close to dieing that they pulled the Pit off of him, and he was left there. Bleeding, snarling, still fighting for life he continued on, it was so strange to him, he was no longer knows as 'The Great Wolf Dog', but was know consider the one I lost the bet on, or like yesterday's newspaper, worthless, yet still he lived on, and soon found himself on the streets, not the wilderness, but mainly the city, so there he is know. (Eek that sounds so dumb.!)
Fang
Age
Four Years
Gender
Bastard
Breed
Czechoslovakian Wolf dog/Canadian Gray Wolf - 50%/50%
Weight
142 Pounds
Height
32 Inches
Team
Stray
Position
Alpha(WILL kill for it.)
Other characters
Spitz
Appearance
Fang's body is unusually large for any creature, and carries many more scars then any one could imagine, but it is all due to his blood, for he was bred to be bulking in muscle tone, and large in height, as well as aggressive in nature, yet he was mainly bred for fighting, and trained for it. He has bright yellow eyes that seem to send the feeling of death where ever they look. His tail is almost always held in a straight line fallowing his body, accept for occasions when he feels fit to raise it high in the air the final warning for any creature to back down before it's mer life is taken from its pathetic body. Fang also has very large paws due to the manner of his blood once more, and they leave a track about the size of a mans hand making it easy to track him, yet very intimidating, but the mer sight of his tracks sends most humans in the other direction along with weakling dogs.
Picture
Personality
Fang is a true killer, he will not back down from a fight, or run away. He also has no mercy for other dogs, and believes a fight is over only once the challenger, or challenged is dead. He has even before killed his young out of a bitch which he did not find suitable for raising his young let alone birthing them. Fang is sexually raciest he believes female could never do the job of a male, and that there only reason in life is to be a brutes sex toy, and fill out there every whim.
History
Fang was born in a small Indian village on the border of Canada, and Alaska where he lives for two years in tell his Indian comrades we're taken away by the U.S. government and shipped off to live somewhere else, so as a parting gift his owner Takimasheha (Walks with the wind.) let him go to run wild in the surrounding area, but no man had to come back, many of them too all white with Indian slaves that we're treated lower then dogs, and the burn your nose smell of rum covered them all, well Fang one day had ventured to close to there camp, and found what looked to be a wooden den with fresh meat inside, but it was actually a trap, and Fang had been arrogant enough to fall for it. In the morning the man came, and took him out of the wooden den, and put him in a metal cage where he was beat constantly in tell his listened, and obeyed there every whim. He then was used as a sled dog for a short period of time, but the white man soon found a better use for him, fighting. Fang was thrown into the fighting pit around three times a day, and came back every time the winner with blood covering his pelt, and multiple wounds along with deep scars. He lives this way for almost two years, but had finally met his match when he was put against a Great Dane, German Shepherd, and Pit Bull. He had taken the German Shepherd out first being annoyed by his loud barking, and constant nipping, and the Great Dane came next. Fang had some trouble with him, but finally had a lock on his throat, and the lack of air, and loss of blood finally killed him, but then there was the Pit Bull. Fang had tried many times to get the deadly neck lock on the short bulking dog, but his neck was to low to the ground, and he couldn't maneuver himself to get the right spot, so he was reduced to simply bitting his back, and legs which did some damage, but not enough to kill him, and then it happened the Pitt Bull had come between his legs, and got a lock on his throat. Fang had tried to escape, but found it pointless, and focused on just staying alive, but no matter how much he tried he couldn't get air, and soon he had come so close to dieing that they pulled the Pit off of him, and he was left there. Bleeding, snarling, still fighting for life he continued on, it was so strange to him, he was no longer knows as 'The Great Wolf Dog', but was know consider the one I lost the bet on, or like yesterday's newspaper, worthless, yet still he lived on, and soon found himself on the streets, not the wilderness, but mainly the city, so there he is know. (Eek that sounds so dumb.!)
