Dante

[Outlaw]

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[atrb=background,http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad161/Iridessa_Star/dmiddle.png] name: Dante pronunciation: Don tay alias: age: 5 Years gender: Male breed: Rhodesian Ridgeback appearance: This canine was built for strength from the bottoms of travel roughen paws up the well toned timbers of his legs. Muscles rippled powerfully beneath a sleek short haired hide of warm dense red amber. The narrow almost compact appearance of that frame allowed for unparalleled agility. Along the spine beginning at his shoulders and ending near the start of that long thin whipcord of a tail, was an 'arrow' ridge mark, signature in his breed. Raising proudly from a short thick pillar would be a blacken muzzled heavy cranium. Set in against the shimmer of darken ash would be a flash of sun kissed gold, ever alert and watchful. Soldiers mounted atop that dome stood at a stiff point of attention, topping off the bold mahogany brute's appearance. Visual 1, Visual 2, Visual 3, Visual 4 personality: Dante's cold attitude and even harsher punishments lent him a reputation for brutality bordering upon cruelty, at least if you were the unlucky fool to fall on his bad side. With a sharp intelligence, and a morbid sense of humor this canine struts through life at his own pace. If you didn't like it, well that was just to bad. He truly couldn't give a rats behind what anyone else may think. Although despite this calloused surface he abides by a strict code of honor, and a rigid set of morals that he himself set up over the course of his life. You may be wondering though at what you may find beneath the skin when you look into the heart of this beast. When the occasion calls this cowboy can turn up the charm to full blast, deceptively sweet though once given his heart remains true. history: Born in the hot deserts this cowboy was trained to be a police dog. At 3 years he'd graduated top of his class, partnered with a crude take no crap officer, they would find they worked well together. Several large drug busts and news reports later landed Dante and his department an award. But as with such rising icons in their particular world he became a target of the drug lords. On a covert op, amid the loud explosions and bright lights he and his partner were caught unaware. A single bullet took the officers life, enraged he'd attacked only to be clubbed down unto an unconscious state. The sounds of a cage door opening and a laugh that, to his ears at least, didn't sound sane slowly pulled him from the blacken bliss. Rough hands pulled him onto a freezing surface, even strapped something over his muzzle before one eye managed to roll open to see a gleaming blade descend toward his skull before the blackness took him once again. Thus began his brief life at the compound. He wasn't always kept in a state of sedation, no during those short moments of conciseness he'd attack the door of his kennel every time a body passed by, had even managed to tear open the arm that had stupidly entered his small domain. Nightmares of his fallen comrade haunted the canine through the darkness of his subs conscience. One morning he woke expecting the same old crap only instead of his cage he was laying in the center of a garbage pile. Evidently they'd thrown him away with the morning trash...and so his story continues onward with a new life.

[Zephyя !?]

accepted