Post by riot on Mar 18, 2010 14:38:32 GMT -5
º ßasics º
Calling: mittel, german for mean.
Age: four springs
Gender: male
Species/Breed: german shepherd
º I §ee you £ooking at me º
Pelt/Hair color and length: black pelt, semi-long haired
Eye color:dark brown
Build (height, weight, overall structure):2'8", 78lbs, semi-muscular build
Detailed Description (or picture): mittel is lean and in shape. although muscles don't stick out, they are visable when in combat. ears usually perked, dark brown eyes, and a typical snout. with a black coat and one spot on the left flank there is no fur, just a scar, one inch long and very thin
º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º
History: being born a stray, mittel had always known aggression and how to be defensive to not be captured by humans and taken to a place dubbed the pound. he had been told this place was of pure evil and locked canines behind bars and later slaughtered them. mittel lived off the harsh stories and rumors created and passed on by his mother, who he always stood by. his siblings, three of them, wondered on their own once old enough and were never seen again. living in a rather wealthy area, mittel and his mother lived in an abandoned store that had been locked up for the past two years while the bank and owner faught in the court room for ownership. it made the perfect home. mittel despised the humans, and had attacked several on random occasions. when the metnal pack formed to slaughter the humans mittel joined in eagerly. the taste of their flesh and blood made mittel even more demonic in the mind than he already was. one human had cut his left side with a knife, providing him a reminding scar. after the attack he went back to being a longer with ashire, his mom. his mother became old and sick and soon died. mittel was then left alone, until once more joining in with the metnal pack.
Personality: mittel had always been a vicious dog. after the attack of the humans it only became worse. some would consider him ill in the mind due to his horrific nature and short temper. he has a cocky sort of air about him, always holding his head quite high and not very trusting. he's been known to be a smartass and make remarks just to annoy others. at times, immature but to him it's amusing. he's hard to get along with but those that he knows he would protect at any chance he got.
º †here's No Place £ike Home º
Parents: ashire, deceased. father, unknown
Siblings: one sister two brothers, unknown
Other Family: unknown
Friends: currently, none
Group: metnal
Rank: warrior
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RPG Sample: dark and demonic are only two words to describe the beast. his pads pressed into the damp grass as the sun slowly rose over the horizon. labrums curled and he growled gently, night had always been a time of ease, while the morning was a headache. most were up at these hours and mittel had never been known to fully enjoy anothers company. new to the metnal pack, mittel had been a loner for long and knew those ways better than that of a pack life. flanks curled and he sat upon the terrain as eyes slowly scanned the area. thick trees were to the right and to the left nothing but open land. not a single inhabitant could be seen at the moment and this was a relief to the german shepherd. chassis rose and dropped in that of a sigh and body moved its way to the ground, laying there still with head remainng high. ears perked as usual, twitched as a fly landed. the pathetic creature thought it smart to try once more and head yanked to the side, forcing it to fly once more, and jaws open to snap down on the puny thing. it got away, which satisfied mittel more. bugs weren't something that was usually on the menu for the canine's eating habits.
boredom quickly set in. although still content with the silence about. mittel had missed his mother since the timing of her death and with her gone boredom usually found its way into his mind. perhaps actually getting to know those in the pack would be a good idea. however, he remained laying upon the landscape with her attention at full alert as usual, waiting for something to occur. hopefully today would not be yet another slow and dull day filled with frustration and loneliness.
