Charlie? Just Char..

[pigeon]

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OOC Name/Nickname: Pigeon

Calling: Charlie, better known as Char

Age: Around Fives years old

Gender: Brute

Species/Breed: Domestic Dog/ (Great Dane x German Shepherd) X Smooth Collie

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Pelt/Hair color and length: Short and thick beige fur, giving a protective layer from the elements and not long enough to be flashy or 'handsome'. His coat is very clean and tight, protecting his muscles with a smooth barrier. He has darker points around his face, ears and along his back. Although for the most part he has a basic look.

Eye color: With such deep amber brown color, they're extremely captivating and piercing, yet they can still be seen as soft and friendly.

Build (height, weight, overall structure): Great Dane blood runs through his veins and gives him a great deal of his height, not so much his bone structure though. He's not lanky and awkward like a Dane, he's got more of Sheperd's build, broad and well muscled with large paws and deep chest. His head is large with pointed ears that sit atop his head. Muzzle sharpe and long like a collies, yet thick and squared like a Danes. His basic stats are ; About 30 inches at the shoulder and roughly 120 pounds

Detailed Description (or picture):

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History: His life started off simple, he was raised on a farm with tender love and care. His mom was a quick witted smooth farm collie. She was tender and attentive with her brood and protected them with all that she was, her litter was a result of her wandering so of course they had to be sold, her owner wanted perfection. Mutts were not perfection in his eyes. He was sold to a family with a few kids and a single mother, he was wild and extremely hyper, always running off when given the chance. He loved to play chase with the children and tackle them, drenching them in drool. He was poorly trained and out of control at the age of two, though he was loved by the children, their mother mad the decision to sell him.

He was sold to a large man, who smelled strongly of whiskey. Charlie was renamed "Fang", although he didn't respond to it as first and refused to accept it. Thrown into the ring, confused and scared, a trembling mess he was. Sheer pain radiated from his body on both sides, he wasn't sure what was going on, but the blood that flooded into his nostrils triggered his senses to defend himself. He did so very poorly, struggling to break free and scratching desperately at his foes. Teeth penetrated his pelt, he could hear the ripping of his flesh. He was being double teamed by two Pit bulls, even though he easily outweighed them both put together. He was too young and inexperienced. The fight ended in him laying near dead in a puddle of only his own blood, he hadn't inflicted any damage on the dogs. The laughter of the humans echoed in his tall ears, each breath shoot through his lungs like thousands of knives. He was healed with poor medical help, basically just thrown in a cage with some antibiotics. He survived somehow, and within a month was at full health, though his muscles were frail. He became what is called a 'Bait' dog, used to train fighting dogs. He developed an immediate fear of all dogs and became extremely defensive. For about a six months he was kept alive only to be beaten, he had a number of infections throughout this time and had developed many scars.

It wasn't until one particular thing happened, when his fate was changed, he began winning his fights. He had developed such a high pain tolerance, muscle mass and agility from those constant attacks. Intense training was thrown onto his shoulders, chained to a treadmill he'd run for hours a day, or be beat to a pulp. He lived in kennels surrounded by other dogs, he made friends easily with them.. since he had seen no reason to hate those who did not harm him. It wasn't until a little after his third birthday he was forced to fight. It was one of his pals, they were both thrown into a ring. Charlie refused to make a move, a glass bottle was thrown at his head, and as he opened his bloody eyes his 'friend' had his jaws around Charlies neck. That was the last move that dog had ever made. Charlie's memories were brought back and he killed him in seconds.

Like every young male, he had a sweetheart, and oh was she absolutely beautiful. She was a little golden retriever mix, he had no idea what she was doing in the kennels, but they bonded quickly and he spent all his time with her. Every now and again she'd return with gashes and smell strongly of blood, he feared she was a bait dog. She denied it thoroughly. He was large and mature at the age of four, he had uncontrollable rage, it triggered every time he entered a fighting ring, it was something he couldn't control. He went into a blind rage, and wasn't satisfied until crimson blood dripped down his chin. And of course his worst fears were realized, he stood in the ring with his rigid muscles tense as he saw her being led to the ring. His desire to love blocked his rage for a moment as he charged at her and whispered. "I'm so sorry.." In a rage he destroyed her, ripping her flesh from her body and getting that rusty taste of blood. His raging heart blocked out her desperate cries.
Everything else that happened after that didn't matter to him, the dog turning against the humans.. this only mean't freedom for him.. and no more fighting.

Personality: Very in depth in his motives and radically opinionated, he's not easily changed or perswayed otherwise. Careful with his actions and smooth with his choice of words, Charlie wishes to be seen as respectful and wise. He is nimble with his skill and abilities, Charlie is a lithe killer and can be a kniving asshole whenever he so pleases, like if you piss him off. Although his average self is rather quiet and observant, he'd rather just sit in the back of the crowd and watch than particapate. He's got poor social skills so he keeps himself from others. He's certainly no charmer, he always says the wrong things and is rather blunt, painfully honest. "Do i look fat?" She'll say. "Yeah, you do." he'll answer. Charlie's heart is just as warm as his name, he's a real sweetheart deep down, and he's 100% against fighting, he's just a lover.. He just doesn't know how to show it, he doesn't know how to express himsefl. Instead he locks everything up and throws all emotions away, it's better this way.. he says. If provoked.. on that rare occasion, he's like a rabid liom, destroying everything and anyone in his path, he is merciless. He loose absolute control doesn't matter your age, relation with him or rank. He becomes someone else, someone so unlike Charlie.. He can't control this side of him, he's a dangerous killer. That side is exactly why he spaces himself from others, he's scared of himself.

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Parents: Locus(Sire) x Tawny (Dam)
Siblings:Serg and Benny
Other Family: N/A
Friends: No one
Half of the Island Character Resides:West
Group:Loner as of now
Rank:N/A

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RPG Sample: Adrenaline rushed through large bulging veins, a soft throaty snarl echoed from clenched jaws as he awaited his challenger. The stone ground was cold to the touch and the air was moldy. Such a dirty place to be, underground dog fighting. The familiar smell of sweat and booze, along with the blood stained ground made his eyes dilate and his body become tense. He was long gone from who he used to be, he was now Fang, th dog he was trained and truamatized to be. Howling emerge from the crowd and men placed their bets down on the best dogs. This was a fight between a beast, and a beauty whom had never lost a single fight, she was much too quick and smart to let any dog get a hold on her. The beast was all muscle and agility, they were even matched. Little did anyone know they were lovers.. A romance so forbidden and yet so strong, he loved her with all that he was, and she cherished his every breath.

She approached the ring reluctantly, ears pressed back and a concerned look on her face, this was Pigeon the fierce fighter. A retriever with a whole lot of additude and even more love for her sweetheart. One hundred and twenty pounds of quivering muscle stood before her, drooling like a rabid dog, it was a frightening sight, she had never encountered him in such a state, she knew him as loving and gentle.. Inside of this beast was a sweet dog named Charlie, she stepped back and whimpered softly, a strong kick shot her forward She swallowed and shut her eyes hard. "Char! Stop, it's me... Pigeon.. baby.." She pleaded loudly and side stepped as she heard the deadly sound of his chain break. Everything was slowed as she stared at him, muscles rippling and a crazed look in his eyes. She stood there and stared him down, she had faith he'd overcome this feeling. As he neared, his legs thundering against the ground and lips pulled back in a menacing grin, she lowered her head and awaited him. Right before impact she heard his voice soften, abolute anguish in his voice. She opened her eyes only to see his snarling face, the last thing she ever saw clearly. His fangs ripped into her eyes, perminatly blinding her in one and making the other mostly useless.

Blood dripped from her eyes as she stumbled back. "Charlie! Charlie! Baby no!" She screeched desperately, she still refused to fight back, love radiated in her heart and prevented her from harming him. He struck her from the side and lifted her by the skin, shaking his head violantly and rising on his back legs as he thrusted his body from side to side. She whipped around like a little rag doll.. She was torn loose as her skin was shreded, she hit the ground with a thud. It was over just as quickly as it started. Yet still he continued to mangle her body, he had to be pulled off, his death grip forced open with an iron bar. The beast never saw her again, and he hated himself forever. His beautiful girl.. When he came to his senses he saw her precious life slipping away, her raspy breathing declining.. He was dragged away, he could only assume he had killed her.

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