Post by Faust on Jan 9, 2007 17:42:35 GMT -5
Name: Spire
Alias/Nicknames: Code: 11XL3
Experiment Title: The XL-project Pup:3
Gender: Male
Former Race: bullterrier
Present Race: Hellhound
Age: 4
Height: 3.8 ft
Weight: 150 lb
Pack/Group: Galt Labs
Rank: Just a guard dog
Mate: None
Spawn: none
Siblings: two sisters
Dame: Ice
Sire: Dot
Voice Type: Rough yet soft
Personality Type: Silent, Calm, And Loyal
Personality:
Spire lives his life with an attitude that screams 'I don't care'. And with that said I'm afraid I must end this part here. You see, he has nothing to care about; he just has a job to do. Which is guarding all the beast that live in the lab hellhound and human alike.
He doesn't really like the men in the lab, but their presence means nothing in his eyes.
He was built to watch after all, not to question.
Appearance:
Art by River
Strengths: The spines on body contain venom that can be deadly (note: There’s only a 50% chance the venom will be injected into the body, and a 40% chance that it will have any effect.)
Weaknesses:
With no scene of smell, loss of hearing in his left ear, and weakness in his left hind leg one wouldn't thing that the male has much to worry about. However add the fact that his mind plays tricks on him could make for a problem.
When in combat sometimes Spire doesn't know when to stop fighting. Bless the poor creature that crosses him when he's sour about something. At times it gets so bad that the victim will be no more the bits of meat after his attack.
History:
As said before, Spire is the 11th of his kind 3ed born in his litter. The day of his birth he was taken away from his mother and hand raised by humans at the labs. A strict diet of milk and blood during his puppy year gave him a taste for bloody meat in his older ones. Spire had nothing to complain about, seeing as he was well taken care of (unlike the other beast in the place.)
His master was one of the big shots who paid for some of the experiments to be conducted; he was a lover of exotics after all. The ‘fat fool’ as Spire called him never really visited him much (not the he cared). When the day of his master’s death came the pampering didn’t stop, however training began.
He was taught t how to fight and dispose of those who weren’t in their right place. Needless to say he was good at the job, maybe to good. Spire lashed out at many and killed quite a few hellhounds. Never the less he didn’t mind at all, it was job and he would do it.
Alias/Nicknames: Code: 11XL3
Experiment Title: The XL-project Pup:3
Gender: Male
Former Race: bullterrier
Present Race: Hellhound
Age: 4
Height: 3.8 ft
Weight: 150 lb
Pack/Group: Galt Labs
Rank: Just a guard dog
Mate: None
Spawn: none
Siblings: two sisters
Dame: Ice
Sire: Dot
Voice Type: Rough yet soft
Personality Type: Silent, Calm, And Loyal
Personality:
Spire lives his life with an attitude that screams 'I don't care'. And with that said I'm afraid I must end this part here. You see, he has nothing to care about; he just has a job to do. Which is guarding all the beast that live in the lab hellhound and human alike.
He doesn't really like the men in the lab, but their presence means nothing in his eyes.
He was built to watch after all, not to question.
Appearance:
Art by RiverStrengths: The spines on body contain venom that can be deadly (note: There’s only a 50% chance the venom will be injected into the body, and a 40% chance that it will have any effect.)
Weaknesses:
With no scene of smell, loss of hearing in his left ear, and weakness in his left hind leg one wouldn't thing that the male has much to worry about. However add the fact that his mind plays tricks on him could make for a problem.
When in combat sometimes Spire doesn't know when to stop fighting. Bless the poor creature that crosses him when he's sour about something. At times it gets so bad that the victim will be no more the bits of meat after his attack.
History:
As said before, Spire is the 11th of his kind 3ed born in his litter. The day of his birth he was taken away from his mother and hand raised by humans at the labs. A strict diet of milk and blood during his puppy year gave him a taste for bloody meat in his older ones. Spire had nothing to complain about, seeing as he was well taken care of (unlike the other beast in the place.)
His master was one of the big shots who paid for some of the experiments to be conducted; he was a lover of exotics after all. The ‘fat fool’ as Spire called him never really visited him much (not the he cared). When the day of his master’s death came the pampering didn’t stop, however training began.
He was taught t how to fight and dispose of those who weren’t in their right place. Needless to say he was good at the job, maybe to good. Spire lashed out at many and killed quite a few hellhounds. Never the less he didn’t mind at all, it was job and he would do it.
