Post by Wolfee on Jun 16, 2009 12:00:26 GMT -5
Cunning. Coldhearted. Cruel.
Name:
Roscoe
Gender:
Male
Breed:
Doberman Pinscher
Age:
Four years
Pack:
Okatayu Canines
Rank:
Alpha
Appearance:
Muscular, elegant, and graceful, Roscoe stands at about twenty-seven inches, and weighs roughly eighty-six pounds. His coat is thick, smooth, short-haired, hard, and close-fitting and is a two-tone color of black, with spottings of tan around his knees,above his eyes, around his muzzle,underneath his tail, down between his chest,a little on his throat, and a bit underneath his belly. His fur sheds occasionally.
Roscoe tends to hold his head up high, above most others, as his parents were of Noble status. His tail rarely goes between his legs, as he isn't afraid of anything (except small rodents.) His left eye is a dark, auburn brown color, while his right is a filmy-blue, due to an accident some years back when he had lost sight in said eye. A scar crosses diagonally down his right eye. Along his left hip, is another scar that stretches from the back of the hip bone, to the middle of his stomach, in a jagged pattern.
His teeth aren't pearly white anymore, and he has a slight gap between the front two, and a nasty underbite. His tongue is slightly discolored, and somewhat lolls out the right side of his mouth. His left ear looks as though a chunk had been taken out of it, and blood is encrusted around the edges. Even though he looks as he does, he still remains with his noble stature, and doesn't take nothing from no one.
Personality:
Versatile, fearless, and assertive, Roscoe was once loyal to his human companion, until the day where he found himself forced out of the house because a new youngling was due to arrive. He was xceedingly loyal and protective of his current family, and home, and would do anything for them. After having been removed from his house, and put on the street, his temperment had changed from loyal and kind, to rude, arrogant, and heartless.
History:
Roscoe was born into a rather rich family, somewhere in the heart of a very attractive city. He was adorable, cuddlesome, and was welcomed into the family with warm greetings, and comforting hands. Growing up, he was spoiled, and was treated like an actual human child would be. He had everything he could want, and was content, going for walks, going to contests, this and that.
As two years went by, he was still considered one of the family, but their time together was shortened less and less, until one day, Roscoe was put out on a chain in the yard for what reason was unknown. He whined and barked, but only had things shouted at him, and thrown at him to quiet him, giving him scars, and bruises, and causing him to go blind in his right eye, due to a rather large, sharp object being thrown out the window. After this incident had occured, the family rushed him to the vet, and dropped him off, but were never to return.
Roscoe was sent to the pound, following a week of being in the clinic. As a few weeks had passed of his family not showing to get him, he managed to make an escape from the pound, and darted out the door, far into the city, before leaving the city limits. He wandered around the streets, growing weary, and exhausted from lack of food and water, until he came to an old farmhouse, where chickens were still managing to stay alive, and there was a little supply of water to the west, in a brooke that wound its way through the farmland.
Taking a small rest, to regain his strength and a little color to his face, he dubbed this land as his home, and decided to stay here, seeing as no one else was around.
For two years, following his abandonment, he stayed here, with little sight from any other beings. Hoping that one day, some other creature would make an appearance to him, and keep him company. As this did not happen, his heart began to turn cold, his gaze mean, and his temperant just all out cruel. Tearing through the sheds, the old farmhouse, and everything caused some of his teeth to go bad. He now wanders aimlessly along the field, and along the side of the house, looking for things to occupy his time with.
Skills: N/A
Some Optional Extras you can Include-
Likes:
Biting, chewing, growling, chasing moving objects. The sun. The nighttime.
Dislikes:
Small rodents. Humans. Loud noises.
Quote:
"Groovy"
Pictures:
To Come!
Current Roleplay Topic:
N/A
Past/Closed Roleplays:
N/A