Post by bigwig on Dec 1, 2012 2:57:25 GMT
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[/img]Thistle[/font]
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4 years • Male • Canine • Doberman Pincher • The Tempest Pack • Soilder of the Bloody Paw
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PERSONALITY |[/font]
Thistle is a very unique dog for his traits and ideas on hoe life shall be lived are different than others but he is still an extraordinary and grand dog of his kind. He has been known to be a sly, clever and ambitious beast who seeks power but will strive to achieve that goal and prove he is worthy than a cheap placement. Beging strong yet agile, he is powerful, bold, brave, but he seems to have captured the thirst of blood and will at all costs fight for what he finds is right or he is feeling frisky. The battle makes his paws quiver in anticipation of the blood that will splash over his paws of the enemy. He is a fearless and ruthless dog but he maintains a sly and reserved demeanor. He more of an introvert and prefers to do his own thing. This makes him a harsh and uninviting beast. Yet, if you strike him just the right way without kissing his tail, he might accept and tolerate you.• likes
-Fighting
-Winning
-Competing
-Blood
• dislikes
-Losing
-Using words rather than claws
-Tail-kissing dogs
-Suck-ups
-Weak dogs
-CATS!
• goals
-To become the General
-Be the greatest fighter
-Secretly, to have the most kills
-Defeat the cats
• fears
-Failure
-Losing
-Death
• strengths
-Fighting
-Killing
-Alert
-Sly
• weaknesses
-Ignorance
-Pride
-Over-confidence
• mental disorders
-None
APPEARANCE |[/font]
As Thistle is a Doberman Pincher, he is a quite large dog with long limbs and a well packed in frame that bulges in rippling muscles and sleek fur. The primary color of his pelt is a jet black that he keeps well-groomed and tidy, allowing the sun and moon to relfect off of it in a manor that suggests he shall be superior. As his secondary color, he has copper points on his chest, eyes, throat, and his legs are the copper color half way up them. Two narrowed eyes that are a burning amber sit atop his face before a long, pointed snout with a nose that could smell so sharp that he could smell things from long distances. This acute sense of smell clearly gives him an advantage when stalking prey, or the enemy. Having the long legs, it makes hims swift and fleet yet makes him powerful alike with his musculare frame. Clearly a dog to be respected.• height 2' 7"
• weight 100 pounds
• fur colour Black with copper points
• eye colour Amber brown
• scars Surprisingly none yet despite his many fights
• noticeable features His long legs yet muscular frame. Long snout with a sharp nose.
• physical disorders None
HISTORY | [/font]
Thistle was born on a cold and bitter winter day. Some rumor that this day of birth gave him his fridged and cold heart. Being in a litter of four other pups, he was not too respected by his rogue mother. Although, about a month after his birth, three of the four littermates died due to a sickness that spread through the family. This sickness dearly weakened his poor mother and for once in his life, he actually felt love for her. He quickly learned how to hunt alone side of his strong sister who didn't care much about their mother but was a bit frightened of Thistle and helped him by collecting prey he killed. Slowly yet progressivly, he became a very efficiant and skilled hunter without his mother's thorough training. Supplying their food for a while, his mother slowly died due to being exposed to other sickness that spread through her like wildfire. Thistle was devestated and at that same night, his sister fled as if the chains that bound her down had broken as she assumed Thistle was going to die due to depression. She was deeply wrong. Thistle grew angry and began fighting other animals, no matter to breed or species and grew a ruthless killer. About a year of this went on before his fire dimmed a nit and he grew wiser and less blood thristy. Finding the Tempest pack, he soon joined them and learned more strategies to fighting and his ambition to achieve power still grows more rapid, like the infection that killed almost his whole family.
• season born Winter
• place of birth Southern Hexasol
• family
Mother- Russet (Deceased)
Father- Unknown
Sisters- Heather (Unknown), Ducky (Deceased), Miny (Deceased)
Brothers- Slash (Deceased)
• memorable events
-Mothers death
-Joining The Tempest Pack
SAMPLE | [/font]
Thistle squated on the cold surface of an abandoned human building, claws scraping against the bitter pavement. A silence essence whirled through the air and tention was so thick that a claw could cut the emotion emitted.
Anger surged in his eyes as he let out ragged breaths, almost breathing out fire in pure hatred and rage. This fire seemed to build inside him. Enough of this fire could burn the whole of Haxasol and the outlands as well. This fire could burn every living creature that ever existed and allow screeches of pain to be shot into the air like shafts of lightening, falling to the ground to meet the emitters death.
Blood. Blood pulsed in his ears. The blood of the enemy seemed to flow around his paws in a manor that suggested he caused this tide of crimson liquid. Claws still scraping in the pavement sent a horrid screaching through the building that would frighten even the most strong soul.
All this anger seemed to rise like the rapids of blood that seemed to swirl around his paws. Rising. Rising. Growing. Growing. This thirst for death grew unquenchable.
Suddenly, the fire stopped, replaced by grief as before him, the body of a frail fragile female lay on the cold ground, penetrating Thistle's fridged heart in a manor of compassion. The blood ceased flowing and the fire died down but the flicker of the flame remained and would soon explode any time it was summoned.
Staring at the lifeless female, his amber eyes lost their sudden fiery briliance and grew soft and liquidy. Sighing deeply, he turned his vision away from the female and looked uo at the shattered glass above him where the bitter cold still lingered from the winter.
Allowing the pain to grow, he got up in a timid manor and stole a glance at the dead female again and turned to the hole in the wall where he exited and entered. Stepping on light paws, he left his former life to step into a new one, one that suited his thirst.
Stepping out of the building without a last glance, the fire returned and the blood began to roar as waves of the crimson death crashed against poor houses. Holding his head errect, the fire in his narrowed eyes returned and he began for his conquest of the world. To kill and avenge the so called "murder" of his mother he pressumed.
• link to image of character None
• where did you find CR? I found this site while looking on Google.
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