Dante [male]

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[rs=2]	NAME. Dante AGE. 5 years [spring] GENDER. male SPECiES. Dutch Shepherd HEiGHT. 24 inches WEiGHT. 66 pounds BiOGRAPHY. Dante is a monster of a dog. He is ruthless, unpredictable, and generally a danger to one’s health. It is best to simply avoid him, if at all possible. For the most part, he appears all the monster he is. Far from handsome; his body bears numerous scars, pelt parted here and there from the wounds. His muzzle is somewhat disheveled, a piece of his right upper lip missing. His ears are almost torn to shreds, holes abundant and chunks taken out. The demon’s eyes are burnt umber in color, and have a 'glowing’ effect in the right light. Around his neck is fastened a wide-leather spiked collar with sharpened points (courtesy of his ingenious mind, but we’ll touch on that later) that can’t quite hide the nasty scar across his throat. His front legs, what is left of them, anyway, are nothing but scar tissue. His right leg bears his most recent of scars, showing a particularly gruesome wound that healed in an aberrant fashion. Across his stomach is the remainder of a wound that nearly spilled his guts. And yet, despite all of this, Dante has never used his appearance to intimidate or ‘persuade’ others. He hardly seems to be aware of just how ugly he truly is. As far as personality goes, Dante is as unpredictable as the wind. He isn’t afraid to tell you off, and speaking his mind is second nature. His favorite game to play is one of words. Being an unnaturally smart creature, he can run mental circles around most other canines. He simply loves to sit and poke, prod, and needle another until they can no longer stand the subtle insults, the discreet disrespect, or the disconnected thoughts and irrational speech, and fling themselves at him in a rage. For countless dogs already, this act of mindless rage was their last. Dante is a strategist. From the moment he meets another dog, he is scrutinizing them. He is probing their mind and watching their movements, noting their strengths and writing off their weaknesses. By the time they attack, he has already figured out how to defeat them. However, he isn’t a mindless murderer. He won’t kill unless he sees blood. At least not while he is in his rational (if you could call it that) state of mind. Ah, so that brings us to the greatest, and worst, part about Dante. For some unknown reason (though recent speculation has begun looking to his worse than traumatic past as a possible catalyst) the sight of blood sends the dog into an uncontrollable ‘rage’, if you will. On his end, he simply blacks out. But for his victim... the experience is far more terrifying. Once he has entered this blood lust, he loses all rational thinking ability and simply charges his victim, teeth flashing. He cares not for what damage he receives, and only about ingesting blood until his thirst is sated. This has led to his ragged and mangled appearance, and almost to his death several times. Yet, once he has drank of his victim’s blood, his conscious mind returns and leaves him in confusion, often with blood of an innocent on his paws. He has killed many an innocent dog for nothing more than an accidental scrape. Impervious as he may seem to emotional issues, his ‘monster’, as he calls it, leaves him deeply troubled. Love. What is love? Dante has no idea. Though he is five years old, and has experienced more than his fair share of the world, he has never felt the touch of love. Odd as it sounds, he doesn’t even know that such a thing as sex even exists. What with his emotional scars and ‘monster’, his poor mind has had no time to allow him such leisurely thoughts. He simply assumes that pups are handicapped creatures, or a different species altogether (he hasn’t decided which). Dante has never even had a friend due to the fact that those around him are in constant mortal danger. He doesn’t consciously push them away (he’s actually rather sociable), but it is never long before they hurt themselves and blood flows. And so, prone to random acts of violence and lacking a fear of death (he even toys with corpses), Dante is the last dog you want knocking on your door. If you piss him off, you might as well kiss your ass goodbye.
CROW. 12 YEARS ROLEPLAYiNG.