Post by Cerberus on Nov 27, 2007 17:53:53 GMT -5
Artwork© Me
Shading/Back design© Britney
[This is who I am]
Birth name| Breath
Current alias| Zahn
ID Number| 62165
Sex| Male
Age| 2 and 1/2 years old
Former| Maned Wolf
Present| Hell hound
Height| 3ft
Weight| 59lbs
[This is my life]
Current residence| Galt Labs
Current rank| Experiment
[They understand me]
Mother| Sophia [#534]
Father| Lobo [#657]
Siblings| None
Lover| None
Spawn| None
[Can you see with eyes unclouded by hate?]
Personality|
Constant isolation and little affection created an attention craving, socially inadequete hell hound. The few visits the humans give him are short, but he cherishes the sensation of their hands scritching behind his ears and rubbing his head. He is shy toward strangers, espcially other experiments, and would rather lay by his master's feet than fight. Training, however, forces him to toughen up and kill weaker specimens. Unlike the other hell hounds, Zahn would gladly kill another if it meant a pat on the head, or even better, a belly rub. Females confuse him, and so he remains wary of them. The humans have tried to make him breed, but inexperience and confusion keep him from following his instincts. Deep down, Zahn believes he truly is a human, reborn and simply stuck in the wrong form. One day, he believes, his masters will realize their mistake and they will fix him. They will cure him, and he will forever be with them.
[This is what I am]
Appearance| Zahn is your neighborhood camel. His long legs provide a stride that eats up the ground, and his webbed toes keep him from sinking into deep snow or dunes. Thick paw pads protect his feet from heat and some of the cold. His white coat and pale markings keep him from over heating too quickly. Like most creatures he has all the keen senses except one: his eyesight is extremely poor. Due to problems with his birth and a sudden growth spurt he is nearsighted, and as a pup he could only make out basic shapes. Time and training has helped him, and things are only slightly blurry now. His tail useful in water, especially when crossing a gorged river, because it makes a powerful rudder. In other climates, however, it is more of a hassle. The barb is not deadly sharp, and would require a lot of momentum and force to even make a killing blow. Alas poor vision keeps him from doing such, and therefore it is practically useless. His eyes are bright blue, which is uncommon since most canines eyes change to yellow or brown during adulthood, but it is speculated that is one of the reasons why his eyesight is so poor. Luckily fate allowed his sense of hearing to be better than normal to make up for his lack of clear vision.
[This is my gift, and my curse]
- Due to complications in his birth and a sudden growth spurt he is nearsighted. His depth perception is low because of this, and it hinders his fighting capablities.
- His tail is rather heavy for a canine built like him, and it slows him down. It drags on the ground, catches on things, and is a bit of a nightmare for him to deal with.
- Will add more later
[The past experiences]
- First hellhound brought into the world by embyrotic injection
- Born with defects
- Does not realize the humans did this to him
- Enjoys humans and their company
- Would defend humans
(Will make this story format later)
