Rellik

[✧ Rellik ✧]

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OOC Name/Nickname: Eri

Calling: Rellik

Age:5 years

Gender:brute

Species/Breed:Domestic/Beauceron

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Pelt/Hair color and length:His ebony coat is short and silky to the touch, although his undercoat is thick and coarse. Tan hues mark his limbs, "eyebrows", with faded tan located in two spots on his chest and on the top jaw line.

Eye color:Burgundy

Build (height, weight, overall structure):Rellik is approximately 28" at the shoulder, and weighs in at 112lbs. His frame contains lean muscles, that are hidden under his pelt offering him the deceptive appearance of a leggy dog of normal strength.

Detailed Description (or picture):

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History:This French dog was born to a breeder who lived in the country side on a beautiful farm. He raised a variety of livestock and cherished the Beauceron breed. Both of Rellik's parents worked on the farm attending to the live stock as herders and guardians. His father was used in Schutzhund trials and fared quite well leading the human to breed his two beloved dogs in hopes of more like them.

Tornade, the female, gave birth to two pups. The female was still born, while the male, later to be known as Rellik, was as feisty as they come. As the young male grew he followed his parents' lead well herding the flocks, though he was never completely happy. The young male would watch each and every training session his father had in bite sports, this drew the juvenile in. This was what he wanted. One day, during a training session Rellik dashed out of no where leaping, and latching onto the bite sleeve taking down the experienced target down with ease, intercepting Volcan, his father. From that moment on Rellik was pulled from the fields and trained in Personal Protection and French Ring Sport. He excelled in both winning his master many trophies, and quite a bit of prize money.

One evening Rellik was stolen from the farm. All he remembered was immense pain before blacking out completely. Later he learned that a stun gun was used on him before being drugged to avoid him alerting the others or fighting back. When he awoke he was caged, far from his home and being loaded onto a large ship filled with many other caged canines. Some seemed hopeful of a new life, while others were calling for their old. Soon they would learn of their fates arriving at the lab on Diripio.

Rellik, and dogs of his training and physical/mental strength were frequently put into experiments attempting to create "monsters". They succeeded with this dog. Sympathy was lost, and his fighting skills only honed much more. After the explosion he stayed near the territory he had called home for the past 2 years of his life, being appointed a warrior of the Tartarus Pack.


Personality:Cold. Dark. Demonic. Evil. These are all words that could easily describe Rellik. If you're looking for help or sympathy you might as well go look else where, he'd prefer watching you struggle and suffer. Although he is part of the Tartarus Pack his loyalty lays mostly with himself. He chooses to be within the pack simply because he enjoys the area, longs for the "old days" within the lab. Perhaps he is a bit narcissistic, but he quite enjoyed being tested on. Look at what it got him. More powerful. More intelligent. More of a weapon.

He will gladly fight for the Tartarus Pack if it is needed, simply to have a strong reason to taste the metallic fluid that runs through the future enemies' veins, to feel the wriggle and squeal under the pressure of his attack. However, no member of his own pack is completely safe from him. He can be quite intimidating to even those "close" to him with his generally quiet way of being. Often he will place himself in situations that make others feel awkward to begin with, and then proceed to seem to stare through those around him. Silently watching every muscle twitch of others offering a creepy feeling of being watched.

Although he his quiet he has an extremely short fuse. The brute will not hesitate to turn to violence if a wrong button is pushed no matter how lightly. He could care less who you are, pack mate, loner, or enemy. Males, females, and young are all in danger of an attack from this beast, most of which come with very little warning.

He does not tend to fall for the antics of females, and finds them most to be rather ridiculous. Normal measures of flirting and seduction will be returned with absolutely nothing in most instances, or insult in others. It is rare for him to find any interest in a fae, unless it would be for his own physical pleasure. If he wants her he will be sure to have her and he never asks. Courting is a waste of time in his mind as he doesn't want to keep her around. Plus it is much more fun for them to struggle. If he were to ever settle it would be with another that was quite like himself in a female body.

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Parents:Father - Volcan
Mother - Tornade
Siblings:None, one sister was born still born.
Other Family:N/A
Friends:N/A
Half of the Island Character Resides:East
Group:Tartarus
Rank:Warrior

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