Post by ambrie on Aug 31, 2010 12:16:26 GMT -5
Beast Character Application Information
About The Maker::
Your Name:: Ambrie
Your Age:: Nonya
How Long Have you been Rping:: A few years
How Did You Find Us:: I know a few losers here xD
Tell us about you::
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Here in the shadows,I'm safe
I'm free
Name:: Drukklo [last name unknown]
Age:: 20
Date Of Birth:: November 12
Where you were born:: Under somebody's porch
What animal are you:: Dog [pitbull mix]
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I've nowhere else to go but
I cannot stay where I don't belong
Appearence:: Five foot four is his height... And a half. So I guess that technically makes him 5'5'; this is including his hair but not his ever faithfulever torn to heck boots. He has a boxer-like build: small, muscular and quick. His personality is always laced with his movements and he's fairly easy to read. The masculine way he seems to "drop" instead of "walk" down a flight of stairs, the way his eyes sweep, the confidence, perhaps even arrogance, in his expression, are all subtle warnings that foretell of his ever present attitude and "alpha wolf" syndrome.
Besides a few scars, calluses on his hands and, of course, Drukklo wouldn't be Drukklo without a few scratches or abrasions, his skin is a blimishless tan. Like heck he's going to have a shirt on when it's boiling hot outside. Though, this man has an odd dislike for summer and warm weather in general. He loves the cold and seems to thrive in it as well. Ironically hating water as well. Though, heh...maybe that's for good reason.
His hair is a messy disarray of spikes and shag that seems to change every day. Sometimes it lays more flat, others it shoots up every which way. Even it's color sometimes tends to change. It's black, no doubt about it. But during the summer or when out in the sun for long periods of time the tips tend to have a reddish gleam. Sometimes its stronger in some spots, such as the top of his head, or however his hair decided to lay that day that the sun hits it more directly. It's never a BLATANT red spot on black, but on inspection, there can definitely be a difference between his "top hairs" and the shorter ones underneath. Especially in his dog form.
Drukklo's eyes, however, are always the same, striking onyx. Fierce black, it's strange almost how you almost can't differentiate between his irises and his pupils at all besides the rocky, crystallized texture of his irises, regardless of how close you look.
Height:: 5'4''...1/2
Weight:: 142
Eye Color:: Black
Normal Attire:: Loose jeans, a hoodie, and a pair of worn out, metal rimmed combat boots
True form:: Dark pitbull mix with a reddish tent to his fur and a badly scarred muzzle.
Physical attributes:: Build like a typical cage fighter, as we said, Drukklo has lightning reflexes and is strong for his size. But his running speed is more average than extrordinary and the poor boy swims like a rock.
_____________________________________________________
I know I'm not lost
I am just alone
But I won't cry
I won't give up
I can't go back now
Waking up is knowing who you really are
Personality:: Another mixed up pup, it appears. Bitter and cynical with his outlook on life, Drukklo is a product of his experiences. He has a very dominant and arrogant personality, holding his head and tail high while in the presence of other dogs provided he doesn't kill them on spot (except pups, but...you're not supposed to know that). He's cruel, insensitive and, without a doubt, a murderer.
But perhaps he is more of a loner than anything, untrusting and unyielding in his belief. He longs for human companionship, thinking often of the children he used to play with as a pup, and the kisses planted on the noses of the dogs at the park. But humans simply can't be trusted, and other dogs...well, might as well be trash.
History:: A poor family's backyard pitbull had puppies by an unknown stray and due to finances (and a lack of caring) their first incentive was to take the five week olds to a shelter and dump them. As a bouncing, happy pup, Drukklo was much more fortunate than his older kennel-mates and was adopted within a week of being deemed old enough to leave. He spent the next three months with his new family, playing with the kids, chewing on furnature, chewing on socks, chewing on the mother's brand new 270 dollar shoes...
He found himself on the side of the road one day, thinking that they were simply taking another road trip and they were going to stop there to play for a while. When they drove off without him, Drukklo was confused, so he waited there for them to come back. But as the hours turned into days and there was still no sign of his human family, Drukklo's heart began to break. But still he stayed. They'd come back...they would.
They didn't.
But someone else did. The man seemed nice enough when he pulled over on the side of the road there and he had food. So of course, the starving pup went to him. He soon found himself in a dark, damp basement in a small kennel. Nothing like his home and only partially like the shelter. Though the shelter hadn't been so dirty with the thick smell of blood. And the dogs there hadn't been so mean. Drukklo had barked back, simply because he was a spoiled brat with an attitude himself. But he soon discovered what this place was all about. And it was...indeed...nothing like home.
They starved him, beat him, put him in a corner and forced him to come out swinging. They stripped everything from him except that puppy ego. It seemed every time he'd show aggression, there was some kind of award. They'd go away, or it would end. He would win. But it got gradually harder. He hated them, hated them all. And they all seemed to revel in that hate for whatever sick reason. But once he was promoted to the actual fighting to put these dogs in the ground it became an obsession. He was fighting for his life, when he wasn't fighting for dominance he was fighting in fear. He never looked back to compare who he once was to the monster he had become. They had done it so well to him too...those humans...it was like they knew exactly what they were doing.
Years went by, fights were won, and realizations were made. Drukklo was his name. And it was a name that began to travel around the underworld. But the day finally came when Drukklo's luck finally ran out. It wasn't the championships, but it was pretty darn close, when he had tried that too-daring offence and his enemy grabbed his throat. They thrashed and danced and moved in circles but no matter how hard he tried, the angle made it impossible for Drukklo to lock his teeth on anything. And he couldn't breathe.
The lack of air and loss of blood took his consciousness before the humans could pry the other dog's jaws off his throat. But before he passed out, he could've sworn he saw the human crowd go wilder than usual and blue lights flood through the opened doors.
When he woke up, the crowd was gone. And even though the room was void of windows he knew it was day. There were a few strange smelling humans in matching uniforms putting dead dogs in bags. But despite the pain and dizziness, Drukklo, hard*ss enough by this point, managed to push himself to his paws and limp away unnoticed. And ever since, he's been a stray.
Mates: Pff.
Pups/cubs/eggs?:: No
About The Maker::
Your Name:: Ambrie
Your Age:: Nonya
How Long Have you been Rping:: A few years
How Did You Find Us:: I know a few losers here xD
Tell us about you::
_____________________________________________________
Here in the shadows,I'm safe
I'm free
Name:: Drukklo [last name unknown]
Age:: 20
Date Of Birth:: November 12
Where you were born:: Under somebody's porch
What animal are you:: Dog [pitbull mix]
_____________________________________________________
I've nowhere else to go but
I cannot stay where I don't belong
Appearence:: Five foot four is his height... And a half. So I guess that technically makes him 5'5'; this is including his hair but not his ever faithful
Besides a few scars, calluses on his hands and, of course, Drukklo wouldn't be Drukklo without a few scratches or abrasions, his skin is a blimishless tan. Like heck he's going to have a shirt on when it's boiling hot outside. Though, this man has an odd dislike for summer and warm weather in general. He loves the cold and seems to thrive in it as well. Ironically hating water as well. Though, heh...maybe that's for good reason.
His hair is a messy disarray of spikes and shag that seems to change every day. Sometimes it lays more flat, others it shoots up every which way. Even it's color sometimes tends to change. It's black, no doubt about it. But during the summer or when out in the sun for long periods of time the tips tend to have a reddish gleam. Sometimes its stronger in some spots, such as the top of his head, or however his hair decided to lay that day that the sun hits it more directly. It's never a BLATANT red spot on black, but on inspection, there can definitely be a difference between his "top hairs" and the shorter ones underneath. Especially in his dog form.
Drukklo's eyes, however, are always the same, striking onyx. Fierce black, it's strange almost how you almost can't differentiate between his irises and his pupils at all besides the rocky, crystallized texture of his irises, regardless of how close you look.
Height:: 5'4''...1/2
Weight:: 142
Eye Color:: Black
Normal Attire:: Loose jeans, a hoodie, and a pair of worn out, metal rimmed combat boots
True form:: Dark pitbull mix with a reddish tent to his fur and a badly scarred muzzle.
Physical attributes:: Build like a typical cage fighter, as we said, Drukklo has lightning reflexes and is strong for his size. But his running speed is more average than extrordinary and the poor boy swims like a rock.
_____________________________________________________
I know I'm not lost
I am just alone
But I won't cry
I won't give up
I can't go back now
Waking up is knowing who you really are
Personality:: Another mixed up pup, it appears. Bitter and cynical with his outlook on life, Drukklo is a product of his experiences. He has a very dominant and arrogant personality, holding his head and tail high while in the presence of other dogs provided he doesn't kill them on spot (except pups, but...you're not supposed to know that). He's cruel, insensitive and, without a doubt, a murderer.
But perhaps he is more of a loner than anything, untrusting and unyielding in his belief. He longs for human companionship, thinking often of the children he used to play with as a pup, and the kisses planted on the noses of the dogs at the park. But humans simply can't be trusted, and other dogs...well, might as well be trash.
History:: A poor family's backyard pitbull had puppies by an unknown stray and due to finances (and a lack of caring) their first incentive was to take the five week olds to a shelter and dump them. As a bouncing, happy pup, Drukklo was much more fortunate than his older kennel-mates and was adopted within a week of being deemed old enough to leave. He spent the next three months with his new family, playing with the kids, chewing on furnature, chewing on socks, chewing on the mother's brand new 270 dollar shoes...
He found himself on the side of the road one day, thinking that they were simply taking another road trip and they were going to stop there to play for a while. When they drove off without him, Drukklo was confused, so he waited there for them to come back. But as the hours turned into days and there was still no sign of his human family, Drukklo's heart began to break. But still he stayed. They'd come back...they would.
They didn't.
But someone else did. The man seemed nice enough when he pulled over on the side of the road there and he had food. So of course, the starving pup went to him. He soon found himself in a dark, damp basement in a small kennel. Nothing like his home and only partially like the shelter. Though the shelter hadn't been so dirty with the thick smell of blood. And the dogs there hadn't been so mean. Drukklo had barked back, simply because he was a spoiled brat with an attitude himself. But he soon discovered what this place was all about. And it was...indeed...nothing like home.
They starved him, beat him, put him in a corner and forced him to come out swinging. They stripped everything from him except that puppy ego. It seemed every time he'd show aggression, there was some kind of award. They'd go away, or it would end. He would win. But it got gradually harder. He hated them, hated them all. And they all seemed to revel in that hate for whatever sick reason. But once he was promoted to the actual fighting to put these dogs in the ground it became an obsession. He was fighting for his life, when he wasn't fighting for dominance he was fighting in fear. He never looked back to compare who he once was to the monster he had become. They had done it so well to him too...those humans...it was like they knew exactly what they were doing.
Years went by, fights were won, and realizations were made. Drukklo was his name. And it was a name that began to travel around the underworld. But the day finally came when Drukklo's luck finally ran out. It wasn't the championships, but it was pretty darn close, when he had tried that too-daring offence and his enemy grabbed his throat. They thrashed and danced and moved in circles but no matter how hard he tried, the angle made it impossible for Drukklo to lock his teeth on anything. And he couldn't breathe.
The lack of air and loss of blood took his consciousness before the humans could pry the other dog's jaws off his throat. But before he passed out, he could've sworn he saw the human crowd go wilder than usual and blue lights flood through the opened doors.
When he woke up, the crowd was gone. And even though the room was void of windows he knew it was day. There were a few strange smelling humans in matching uniforms putting dead dogs in bags. But despite the pain and dizziness, Drukklo, hard*ss enough by this point, managed to push himself to his paws and limp away unnoticed. And ever since, he's been a stray.
Mates: Pff.
Pups/cubs/eggs?:: No