Post by Dnias on Mar 12, 2007 13:20:50 GMT -5
Birth Name:
Kame
Given Name:
Dnias
Alias/Nicknames:
No.134
Gender:
Male
Race:
Hellhound (Born to a German shepherd)
Age:
3
Height:
4ft
Weight:
50kg
Pack/Group:
None/Outcast
Rank: None
Mate:
None
Spawn:
None
Siblings:
His mother had three other pups at the same time but each underwent a miscarriage as the DNA changing took place.
Dame:
Miko, a small German shepherd, vicious in nature, was used as a guard dog previous to her capture.
Sire:
An unknown male that was subject to many experiments in Galt.
Voice Type:
He is no longer as loud and boisterous as his old self, now more thoughtful in his speech, careful of what he says. He does not waste words, trying to phrase his sentence as eloquently as possible without drawing it out, this makes small talk with the hound nearly impossible. His voice is soft, quite deep but not rough and hackled as one might expect for someone in his health.
Personality Type:
Thoughtful.
Personality:
He is no longer the ignorant, overconfident fool that he was once known for. Brought up to maim and kill, he was not encouraged to think, and it wasn't until recently that he did. Now he tends to stay quiet, thinking more than he says, his words full of double meanings.
He tries to avoid fighting now, when once he loved it, he fears that the blood lust, the need for battle might take over and leave him the mindless wreck he was before, a killing machine. He seems almost overly apologetic perhaps even a little ignorant when he does not partake in conversations, but more so, he concentrates on the inside rather than the out.
Appearance:
[^^ Will be coloured when PS works ^^]
Reaching a height of a little over 4ft, Dnias is the largest German Shepherd you are likely to come across. His fur is shaggy but clean, he grooms it often, keeping the scars and wounds clean, mostly hidden from view. His fur is black, highlighted with gold around the neck, face and underside, plush and thick, that is where it still grows. On his back is implanted a large metal structure. They used aluminium to strengthen his spine that was weak with the size of his unusually large body, spines emerging all the way down his back, even his tail wrapped in the metal. It is heavy to swing but huge muscles beneath the surface allow it to be used as a weapon.
On his back is a single wing, black and feathered. It is stitched onto his haunches, his blood supply keeping it alive, but the muscled inside it are atrophied and it is nothing but a burden to the hound. On his left shoulder are the marks of the staples, where once another wing was connected, it began to die a month after the operation and fell from his back, leaving a sore scar.
He has a ring in his ear, marking his number , 134, labeling him underneath as Dnias. The metal band is simply a form of identification, or was until he escaped, now it serves only as decoration. When he was given longer fangs, the surgery went wrong, an accident slicing up the right side of his mouth so far back that it had to be stapled in place, it healed but now the staples are irremovable and stand as yet another mark of Galt.
A single horn stretches out under his long right ear, another weapon used to gore with in tight situations, not including the spines on the backs of his legs to claw an opponent. But these are hard for him to handle and often when he lies down, he cuts himself with the razor sharp edges.
History:
Dnias was born and bred in Galt. His father has been used there as a fighting dog, a vicious beast developed to slaughter enemies. His mother had been a guard dog, bought by them for the very purpose of breeding.
Initially, when he first came into being, he had three siblings, but during the pregnancy, the treatment caused him to grow far bigger than he should have, exposed to a huge amounts of hormones. This killed the other three pups, his need for his mothers blood overcoming all of their own.
His birth was traumatic, and ended in the death of the poor Shepherd he should have known as mother. He was too large for her to give birth to naturally, and instead, they simply gave her a cesarean which killed her.
He was brought up alone, the only time he saw other people or dogs was when he was being fed, or fighting. He was constantly exercised and it was a hard existence. At 9 months, he was taken in for the operations, the weapons he still bears now were implanted in him that day. As were even more hormones, pushing him to a level beyond dangerous.
He was trained to attack on command, and fought for his life against other Hellhounds in the warrior program. Each time he won, he advanced, he became used to fight more often, and the more he fought, the less stable he became. It came a day when he killed his handler. The man had left his wife, had a bad day so came in and took it out on Dnias. Foolish mistake. Dnias killed him, barely ruffling his fur, tearing out the man's throat. That was the time they decided to put him down, this thing they had created, was too unstable, too uncontrollable.
But Dnias began to understand what was happening, he knew they wanted to kill him, what could he do? He ran, he bolted for his life, killing two other members of staff on his way out of the not so well guarded operation room. And now he is wandering, alone, now that he is no longer fed the hormones, he has become clear headed, not the machine of fury he had once been, he is simply looking for a home.
Kame
Given Name:
Dnias
Alias/Nicknames:
No.134
Gender:
Male
Race:
Hellhound (Born to a German shepherd)
Age:
3
Height:
4ft
Weight:
50kg
Pack/Group:
None/Outcast
Rank: None
Mate:
None
Spawn:
None
Siblings:
His mother had three other pups at the same time but each underwent a miscarriage as the DNA changing took place.
Dame:
Miko, a small German shepherd, vicious in nature, was used as a guard dog previous to her capture.
Sire:
An unknown male that was subject to many experiments in Galt.
Voice Type:
He is no longer as loud and boisterous as his old self, now more thoughtful in his speech, careful of what he says. He does not waste words, trying to phrase his sentence as eloquently as possible without drawing it out, this makes small talk with the hound nearly impossible. His voice is soft, quite deep but not rough and hackled as one might expect for someone in his health.
Personality Type:
Thoughtful.
Personality:
He is no longer the ignorant, overconfident fool that he was once known for. Brought up to maim and kill, he was not encouraged to think, and it wasn't until recently that he did. Now he tends to stay quiet, thinking more than he says, his words full of double meanings.
He tries to avoid fighting now, when once he loved it, he fears that the blood lust, the need for battle might take over and leave him the mindless wreck he was before, a killing machine. He seems almost overly apologetic perhaps even a little ignorant when he does not partake in conversations, but more so, he concentrates on the inside rather than the out.
Appearance:
[^^ Will be coloured when PS works ^^]
Reaching a height of a little over 4ft, Dnias is the largest German Shepherd you are likely to come across. His fur is shaggy but clean, he grooms it often, keeping the scars and wounds clean, mostly hidden from view. His fur is black, highlighted with gold around the neck, face and underside, plush and thick, that is where it still grows. On his back is implanted a large metal structure. They used aluminium to strengthen his spine that was weak with the size of his unusually large body, spines emerging all the way down his back, even his tail wrapped in the metal. It is heavy to swing but huge muscles beneath the surface allow it to be used as a weapon.
On his back is a single wing, black and feathered. It is stitched onto his haunches, his blood supply keeping it alive, but the muscled inside it are atrophied and it is nothing but a burden to the hound. On his left shoulder are the marks of the staples, where once another wing was connected, it began to die a month after the operation and fell from his back, leaving a sore scar.
He has a ring in his ear, marking his number , 134, labeling him underneath as Dnias. The metal band is simply a form of identification, or was until he escaped, now it serves only as decoration. When he was given longer fangs, the surgery went wrong, an accident slicing up the right side of his mouth so far back that it had to be stapled in place, it healed but now the staples are irremovable and stand as yet another mark of Galt.
A single horn stretches out under his long right ear, another weapon used to gore with in tight situations, not including the spines on the backs of his legs to claw an opponent. But these are hard for him to handle and often when he lies down, he cuts himself with the razor sharp edges.
History:
Dnias was born and bred in Galt. His father has been used there as a fighting dog, a vicious beast developed to slaughter enemies. His mother had been a guard dog, bought by them for the very purpose of breeding.
Initially, when he first came into being, he had three siblings, but during the pregnancy, the treatment caused him to grow far bigger than he should have, exposed to a huge amounts of hormones. This killed the other three pups, his need for his mothers blood overcoming all of their own.
His birth was traumatic, and ended in the death of the poor Shepherd he should have known as mother. He was too large for her to give birth to naturally, and instead, they simply gave her a cesarean which killed her.
He was brought up alone, the only time he saw other people or dogs was when he was being fed, or fighting. He was constantly exercised and it was a hard existence. At 9 months, he was taken in for the operations, the weapons he still bears now were implanted in him that day. As were even more hormones, pushing him to a level beyond dangerous.
He was trained to attack on command, and fought for his life against other Hellhounds in the warrior program. Each time he won, he advanced, he became used to fight more often, and the more he fought, the less stable he became. It came a day when he killed his handler. The man had left his wife, had a bad day so came in and took it out on Dnias. Foolish mistake. Dnias killed him, barely ruffling his fur, tearing out the man's throat. That was the time they decided to put him down, this thing they had created, was too unstable, too uncontrollable.
But Dnias began to understand what was happening, he knew they wanted to kill him, what could he do? He ran, he bolted for his life, killing two other members of staff on his way out of the not so well guarded operation room. And now he is wandering, alone, now that he is no longer fed the hormones, he has become clear headed, not the machine of fury he had once been, he is simply looking for a home.
