Creed

[creed]

º ßasics º

OOC Name/Nickname: Will

Calling: Creed

Age:5 years

Gender: Male

Species/Breed:Domestic dog/Beauceron

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Pelt/Hair colour and length:Creed has a short naturally weather resistant black and tan coat.

Eye colour:Amber/brown

Build (height, weight, overall structure):
Height: 27 ins
Weight: 85 lbs


Detailed Description (or picture):

º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º

History:Creed comes from a long line of bandits; dogs who steal from the packs, sometimes to ensure their survival and sometimes just for fun. His father is a known murderer, whose head is likely wanted by most if not all the packs on the west, while his mother is a real con-artist tricking kind hearted stray into helping the poor fragile bitch before the rest of the family robbed them of their food and left them for dead. This was the way of life Creed was taught and it was the life he lived by.

Taught to hunt and track not only prey but other canines Creed soon became adept at following a scent for miles before setting up his victim, he was mentored by his older brothers in tricky. Learning to feign sickness and injury to trap his victim and create false trust, he became so good at it that eventually he would go out alone and pick off young females as they travelled from one part of the land to another.

When the dogs of Diripio revolted Creed’s family remained off the scene, they had already been known to steal from the bipeds and had no desire to kill what had once been an easy source of food. Creed however allowed himself to be pulled in to the madness by Erida’s pack of manic dogs; he fought bravely to rid the island of the two-legged monstrosities.

Having been offered a place in the pack and having declined in good nature, Creed returned to his life as a bandit. Stealing and generally tricking other canines out of what was rightfully theirs had always been an easy way of life with the humans about but things began to become more difficult with more dogs living in the wild. In time Creed’s activities became common knowledge and he was hunted by the Metnal pack after attacking one of their members and stealing the young dog’s killing.

Perhaps it was the fact that Erida recognised him that he was saved from death, whatever it was though Creed was grateful, at least in the beginning. Now living as and Omega in her pack he has changed his outlook on mercy.

Personality: Some call him a criminal, Creed wouldn’t have said that. He’s a smart, confident and well adjusted young dog... who am I kidding? Creed has a wild heart, he loves to tussle and bring down whoever is trying to stand as top dog. He has a bad habit of bending the rules and a worse habit of betraying anyone who gets close to him. I wouldn’t call him bitter but he has a tendency to hold a grudge and doesn’t like being put in his place. Charming and eager to deceive anyone willing to give him a chance Creed would sell his ‘comrades’ up the river before he let himself get caught.

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Parents:Jack (Sire) and Adele (Dam)
Siblings:Thief(m) and Bandit(m) (previous litter)
Rayne(f)
Other Family:Unknown
Friends:None
Half of the Island Character Resides:West
Group:Metnal Pack
Rank:Omega

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RPG Sample:Heavy black paws carried him swiftly across the land, his lithe body twisted and dodged around the tree line. His prey stood only feet away and excitement bubbled in his stomach. His ears twitched as he lowered himself on to his belly and began to crawl forward, his victim had no idea he was even there. If they had the capacity to scent the air he would be upon them before they even caught the tail end of his scent, after all he was down wind of them; they were at a huge disadvantage.

Slinking forward, the mud knotting in his coat Creed began to pick up his pace, his large paws moving soundlessly across the sand, his ears flying back in the breeze he created as he swept forward. The powerful jaws that encased large murderous fangs were dropped open; a sharp growl erupted from his throat as he threw himself forward – too late for his prey to react.

The human went down like a sack of potatoes, his heavy body indenting the soft sand. Creed’s paws pressed painfully in to the human’s shoulders and drawing in a breath the dog lowered his head to enclose the two-legged creature’s throat. Panic filled the man’s eyes as his airways seized and closed. His arms came up to close around Creed’s muscular body as he tried in vain to wrench the dog off of him, fear drove him to dig his nails into thick fur desperately trying to break through to flesh. The human bucked and squirmed beneath him as Creed tore the flesh free, the deep red blood of the carotid artery sprayed his muzzle, and he licked his lips in triumph. The two-legged oppressor was dead; it was another step toward success.

Creed woke and gave a stiff yawn as he looked around himself. The glory of his dream died away as he took in the smell of the Metnal pack, there was nothing glorious about these days. Pulling himself to his paws Creed stretched his stiff limbs and padded away from the lump of dirt and twigs he called a bed. Pack life was not what he had ever wanted, and now he was certain he would give it up in a heartbeat. Creed had always loved the freedom of being a bandit and at times wished for the humans to return to bring down the packs that ravished his land. With a low growl he sniffed at what was left of the food from the day before, it was already starting to rot. Glancing over his shoulder to ensure he was alone Creed crouched down and began to eat.

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