Post by Flank on Sept 13, 2010 13:23:53 GMT -5
name: Flank
pronounciation: Flank
alias:
age: 2
gender: Male
breed: Blue Doberman Pinscher
appearance:
He has deep brown eyes, lean muscles, fur which is almost entirely black, save the tips of his ears and the two middle digits of his right fore-paw. He has various scars on his sides and face, but they're mostly covered by his fur. One slash of raw skin goes almost the whole way from his left shoulder to his haunch, his right ear is slightly chewed and an old, tattered leather collar wraps around his neck. He stands about two feet three inches.
personality: He is distrustful at first, but extremely loyal once you gain his friendship. He dislikes larger dogs, especially if they look mean, and always keeps an eye out when they're around. He has no problems with smaller dogs, but not because he can bully them. He's definitely not a bully. He's not quick to back down from a fight if it means his survival, but he'll try to reason it out first. Will avoid fights whenever he can. He avoids humans, because even though he wants to like them, his instincts tell him not to trust them. He has a bit of an inferiority complex, due to being raised with three older, more aggressive animals, is sometimes stubborn and foolish, but for the most part thinks things through. When around friends, he's somewhat relaxed and playful. He usually has a cheerful and helpful demeanor, and has a deep hatred of human weapons, due to his previous owner beating him.
history:
He was born on a breeder's farm, where he and his litter-mates would have plenty of room to grow and learn. The day he was weened from his mother's milk was the day his whole world went wrong. He was bought by a cruel human male who already had three other dogs, who were extremely vicious. Every day was a competition for food between him and the three much larger dogs, who were not shy about ripping and tearing at the pup to keep him out of their way. For a year and a half, his 'master' abused him, trying to train him to be mean and nasty, but it backfired. The human was in the middle of beating him when Flank snapped. He didn't kill the man, didn't even come close. He just surprised him enough to take off and get away. Now, he roams the city for survival. Even though he would like to have a human to protect and love, his instincts tell him to snarl and growl and bite if they get to close. This leads to him avoiding them so he doesn't have to worry about hurting anybody and possibly having the dog snatcher called to take him away.
pronounciation: Flank
alias:
age: 2
gender: Male
breed: Blue Doberman Pinscher
appearance:
He has deep brown eyes, lean muscles, fur which is almost entirely black, save the tips of his ears and the two middle digits of his right fore-paw. He has various scars on his sides and face, but they're mostly covered by his fur. One slash of raw skin goes almost the whole way from his left shoulder to his haunch, his right ear is slightly chewed and an old, tattered leather collar wraps around his neck. He stands about two feet three inches.
personality: He is distrustful at first, but extremely loyal once you gain his friendship. He dislikes larger dogs, especially if they look mean, and always keeps an eye out when they're around. He has no problems with smaller dogs, but not because he can bully them. He's definitely not a bully. He's not quick to back down from a fight if it means his survival, but he'll try to reason it out first. Will avoid fights whenever he can. He avoids humans, because even though he wants to like them, his instincts tell him not to trust them. He has a bit of an inferiority complex, due to being raised with three older, more aggressive animals, is sometimes stubborn and foolish, but for the most part thinks things through. When around friends, he's somewhat relaxed and playful. He usually has a cheerful and helpful demeanor, and has a deep hatred of human weapons, due to his previous owner beating him.
history:
He was born on a breeder's farm, where he and his litter-mates would have plenty of room to grow and learn. The day he was weened from his mother's milk was the day his whole world went wrong. He was bought by a cruel human male who already had three other dogs, who were extremely vicious. Every day was a competition for food between him and the three much larger dogs, who were not shy about ripping and tearing at the pup to keep him out of their way. For a year and a half, his 'master' abused him, trying to train him to be mean and nasty, but it backfired. The human was in the middle of beating him when Flank snapped. He didn't kill the man, didn't even come close. He just surprised him enough to take off and get away. Now, he roams the city for survival. Even though he would like to have a human to protect and love, his instincts tell him to snarl and growl and bite if they get to close. This leads to him avoiding them so he doesn't have to worry about hurting anybody and possibly having the dog snatcher called to take him away.
