Post by Vinny on Jan 23, 2010 22:36:03 GMT -5
Name: Vincent, aka Vinny
Age: Around 3 summers
Rank: Fighter
Location: Blood Alleys
Sex: Male
Breed: Rottwieler
Description:
Fur - Short, sleek, black fur with reddish brown patches over his eyes, around his muzzle, and on either side of his face.
Eyes - Dark brown
Distinctive Markings - His body is littered with numerous scars and scratches.
Personality: On the outside, Vinny is tough, strong and ruthless. He doesn't take pity on anyone, no matter how small or beaten down they are. He has a very short temper, and will easily lash out at anyone. But on the inside, he is pained and scared, the product of years of neglect and abuse.
Strengths: His greatest weapon is his size and strength. Beneath his thin coat, he has powerful and frightening muscles that ripple through his body. He has huge paws and extremely powerful jaws, as his breed provides.
Weaknesses: Ironically, his size is both a strength and a weakness. Although he has a very powerful body, it does not allow him to move as quickly and smoothly as smaller animals. When the fight comes to a chase, he is often clumsy and slow.
History: Born and raised as fighting dog, Vinny spent the first two summers of his life in a cage, only let out to fight or train for a fight. As a pup, he was forced to fight the older dogs everyday, causing him to be thrown around and beaten regularly. As he grew, he became hard an cynical, which helped him greatly in the ring. He no longer felt sorry for his competitors and would many times fight to the death. He soon became his master's prize fighter, until the day the fighting ring was busted by the cops. Vinny managed to escape the police, and found himself recruited into the Blood Alleys, where he now serves as a fighter.
Roleplay sample:
Vincent looked down at the pitiful she-dog. Her pups were huddled behind her, and her mate stood boldly at the front. His fellow fighters lashed out at him, making him yowl out in pain. He was bloody and his legs were shaking. He looked up at Vincent, his eyes pleading. The rottwieler snorted. He had been in the ring with this dog, trained alongside him. But he wasn't loyal to him. It was a dog eat dog world, literally. He had learned that in the cages. Apparently this worthless scrap hadn't. He curled his lip and turned away, blocking out the blood curdling screech of the dying dog.
