Post by Doc, Hollow on Jul 8, 2011 4:57:40 GMT -5
Name: Doc Hollow
Alias: Doc
Gender: Male.
Age: 5 years
Birthdate: May 18th, 2125
Species: Dog.
Breed: [ Tibetan Mastiff ] x [Unknown Breed , Has been guessed as either German Sheperd dog , or Rottweiler ]
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 29" at the shoulder
Weight: 128 lb
Build: Large , Stocky . Long heavy coat , hiding powerful muscles , giving the canine a hefty appearance. Long curled tail.
Coat: Long matted double layered coat is mostly a rich dark brown-black color, with white, tan, and brown markings along his face, underbelly, and along his tail.Neck fur , or 'Mane' is a bit shorter then a purebred T. Mastiff , though is longer in his lower/under neck section. Tail is severely matted , but still gives off a long haired appearance , larger mats are more visable , looking like 'knots' or 'curls'.
Head: Large bear shaped head , equipped with a large folded ear with a few nick's on the lower part , near the tip. Left ear is almost completely , mangled , tore off . Short , thick muzzle set with large jagged, broken and chipped teeth made for killing , mauling and tearing prey apart.
Eyes: Slightly smaller then average eyes , Colored a light shaded brown.
Scars: Fur is slightly distorted on the right side of his face, showing multiple scars from abuse as a juvenile. Leaving him with a fleshy scar running down next to his right eye , and smaller visable pink scars over his snout.
Accessories: Rusty chain around his large neck , a small part of his former makeshift chain 'leash' still dangling from the rusty collar.
Pictures: tinypic.com/r/2evwzds/7
(* Drawn Reference in the works *)
Speed: Below average.
Stamina: Average.
Strength: High.
Fighting: Average.
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Personality: Despite his size, this intimadating canine is a gentle giant. Lazy, though talented, this mutt can be something of a showoff or bully at times when he wants something, his personality complicated. A more of a Bipolar situation, the male has been gifted with a peaceful, wise and protective demeanor, that can quickly change into a blood thirsty, murderous situation.. some say its because of the abuse he suffered as a puppy gave him some mental damage. This doesnt mean he cannot fight, as a peaceful creature always wields some skills to fall back on when push comes to shove and conflict can not be avoided.
A bit antisocial, Hollow is a rogue, a stray without a pack, though there are times when he has a few followers , mostly younglings, or even a female. A charming dog with some polite manners, he doesn't choose to settle down with just one dog.. making him a very untrustworthy companion when it comes to courtship or mating. Spreading his genes are a top goal, and behind his kind gentleman mask, is a pervert looking for suitable breeding partners of his choosing... although maybe one day this casanova will find his Juliet and become much more of a Romeo. . . though this has it's highest of doubts.
Fears:
Family: Mother - Lucie , [ Species unknown ] -
Deceased
Father - Virgil , [ Tibetan Mastiff ] - Deceased
History: Doc was born in a abandoned warehouse about two years after the virus had ripped through the human civilization . Mankind crashing around them , the mutt grew up , raised by his mother , in a outbreak of violence and bloodshed as the humans struggled to survive as thier civilization slowly rotted . Lucie , the pups mother , taught him how to hunt and defend himself the best she could .. to slip past human's loosing thier sanity, to get passed them without notice in general. A year progressed , the now young adult was happy , not knowing anything better then the world he lived in now .. except from stories Dogs that passed through , and his mother had shared . It was until July 15th, 2026, That Hollow had discovered how cruel this makeshift world was .. how revolting the beings who lived there were getting , when he watch a fellow stray be brutally murder for her pelt and actually meat by a gang of humans , who soon after tearing his friend to pieces for themselves right before his brown eyes .. took him . Impressed by his size , and ever growing muscular build this gang who called themselves , The Infectious , in irony for most of them were beginning to show symptoms of the Virus. Soon nicked named "Hollow" , thus giving him his name , Doc Hollow , he was chained outside of a broken down mansion the group of diseased had claimed thier own in hopes of proving useful if trained to protect the building . Years of disobediance soon followed , the stubbern dog was fed his own kind which most of the time was given raw, accompanied by a bowl or two of dirty , iron tasting water every few days . The training turned to abuse , as the large mutt refused to obey the dying gang members. Stabbed , hit , kicked , slammed into walls , smacked in the face with a bricks .. was the source of torture the canine endured daily for about a year in a half, until the week of August 23rd had rolled in .. from there , food and water had rarely been served to Hollow . Movement within the mansion became less frequent and soon it all together had went quiet. The smell of rotting corpses wafted from the once home of , The Infectious , and as the brutally hot days of the month grew even more deathly unbareable for the canine .. he knew that this could be his end . It wasnt til the end of august that Doc Hollow , had laid his eyes thoughtfully on the chain connected to the dead tree , that held him there . Weak and dehydrated body , was pulled from the dusty terrain , not ready to give up just yet .. The male took the rusty loops in his dry mouth, and began working several days on pulling at this chain until finally a loop that had became weak with rust , snapped . . .
Played by: Pyris
Role Play Sample: It was dusk , the sun shimmering away behind trees and some mountians in the distance . The air was beginning to cool now , a plague of heat had been lingering about for a few days , it was becoming unbareable. At least the shadow of trees and the darkness of the night provided some relief. The large dog was lying under a broken down truck , it was a old chevy , 2020 . It was rusted and beaten , a shade of light blue faded from the sun , the bumber half on the ground , half attached to the vehicle. It stunk of rodent and animal urine but at this moment the lazy mutt underneathe the junker didnt give a damn, it was hot, and this provided shade. Waiting for the last of the day's light to finally fade , Doc opened his eyes, revealing a light brown gaze which wondered over the surroundings. A small house with the roof caved in was visable in the distance , though through past experiences it was known to be over-run by rats and unwelcoming mutts who seemed half starved , and willing to eat anything. Cracked streets with plants growing from it lie dormant , and the only sound about was the sound of the slight breeze whistling through the grass of the farmland.
Hollow had traveled far from the city now , to get some peace and quiet for awhile , not many dogs roamed out here , nor humans. Due to lack of resources , like water and prey having to be actually hunted .. like rabbits and cats . It was much easier to drink from dirty puddles , and drain pipes from the city and hunt each other there .. also felines and other small mammals and birds were more frequent . Crows , rats , small dogs, abandon puppies . It was a nice buffet , just this lazy dog didnt feel like dealing with the over-run territoral canines that made thier home there. Blinking his eyes shut once more , and re-opening them , the long furred mastiff hauled himself from out from under the truck.
"Damn this place .. " Doc yawned , thinking to himself. With a stretch a few bones could be heard cracking as he moved his body in the pleasure filled ways he enjoyed after laying in one spot for too long.
" So lonely out here .. So peaceful. Heh, Is this peace? I rather not .. " The dog contemplated. It was dark now , a owl hooted somewhere in the shadows, it was time for the massive dog to returned to the city , growing bored of the quiet that the grassland provided. Large build , covered in black , with a few tan and white markings surrounding his massive head , stepped out onto the pavement. With a sigh , the male stood there watching the rode before him .. why he chose to go back , was a mystery even to him . The city called to him , there was something there that made him want to go back .. Maybe it was the loneliness that corrupted his mind while being away .. or the many females that ran the streets as strays , packless and waiting to be seduced . . . Whatever it was , a brown paw stepped forward followed by many others , and stepped on through the night.
Alias: Doc
Gender: Male.
Age: 5 years
Birthdate: May 18th, 2125
Species: Dog.
Breed: [ Tibetan Mastiff ] x [Unknown Breed , Has been guessed as either German Sheperd dog , or Rottweiler ]
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 29" at the shoulder
Weight: 128 lb
Build: Large , Stocky . Long heavy coat , hiding powerful muscles , giving the canine a hefty appearance. Long curled tail.
Coat: Long matted double layered coat is mostly a rich dark brown-black color, with white, tan, and brown markings along his face, underbelly, and along his tail.Neck fur , or 'Mane' is a bit shorter then a purebred T. Mastiff , though is longer in his lower/under neck section. Tail is severely matted , but still gives off a long haired appearance , larger mats are more visable , looking like 'knots' or 'curls'.
Head: Large bear shaped head , equipped with a large folded ear with a few nick's on the lower part , near the tip. Left ear is almost completely , mangled , tore off . Short , thick muzzle set with large jagged, broken and chipped teeth made for killing , mauling and tearing prey apart.
Eyes: Slightly smaller then average eyes , Colored a light shaded brown.
Scars: Fur is slightly distorted on the right side of his face, showing multiple scars from abuse as a juvenile. Leaving him with a fleshy scar running down next to his right eye , and smaller visable pink scars over his snout.
Accessories: Rusty chain around his large neck , a small part of his former makeshift chain 'leash' still dangling from the rusty collar.
Pictures: tinypic.com/r/2evwzds/7
(* Drawn Reference in the works *)
Speed: Below average.
Stamina: Average.
Strength: High.
Fighting: Average.
Strengths:
- Large , heavy muscular build , making it easier to crush his opponents, and with stand being knocked over easily, or weight of his attackers. ( Smaller Dogs then himself )
- Peaceful , Friendly.
- Wise , intellegent . Thinks things through . Not so quick to act.
- Keen Nose , and Ears.
- Thick Hide
Weaknesses:
- Agile , swift attacks . These attacks could be his downfall , because if he cant get his jaws on the other dog/attacker , there isnt a way he could do much damage, or land a easy killing blow.
- Eyes are not the best , his small eyes make it harder for him to see then a average dog.
- Heat.. His heavy coat causes him to lag, and become more lazy . It could be the end of him one day . Need a good amount of water and shade on hot days.
- Females , Yes , he has a soft spot for chicks . Can easily be decieved by alluring , attractive females of his liking.
- Bipolar , Metal break down situations . Things can trigger a bloodthirsty rage , turning him on even the closest of friends.
Personality: Despite his size, this intimadating canine is a gentle giant. Lazy, though talented, this mutt can be something of a showoff or bully at times when he wants something, his personality complicated. A more of a Bipolar situation, the male has been gifted with a peaceful, wise and protective demeanor, that can quickly change into a blood thirsty, murderous situation.. some say its because of the abuse he suffered as a puppy gave him some mental damage. This doesnt mean he cannot fight, as a peaceful creature always wields some skills to fall back on when push comes to shove and conflict can not be avoided.
A bit antisocial, Hollow is a rogue, a stray without a pack, though there are times when he has a few followers , mostly younglings, or even a female. A charming dog with some polite manners, he doesn't choose to settle down with just one dog.. making him a very untrustworthy companion when it comes to courtship or mating. Spreading his genes are a top goal, and behind his kind gentleman mask, is a pervert looking for suitable breeding partners of his choosing... although maybe one day this casanova will find his Juliet and become much more of a Romeo. . . though this has it's highest of doubts.
Fears:
- Large , deep bodies of water, Doc cannot swim very well , due to his large build and heavy coat , he's more likely to sink then swim.
- Claustrophobia , being locked in tight spaces , or backed into corners. Caged , or chained on a short leash.
- Mass of attackers.
Family: Mother - Lucie , [ Species unknown ] -
Deceased
Father - Virgil , [ Tibetan Mastiff ] - Deceased
History: Doc was born in a abandoned warehouse about two years after the virus had ripped through the human civilization . Mankind crashing around them , the mutt grew up , raised by his mother , in a outbreak of violence and bloodshed as the humans struggled to survive as thier civilization slowly rotted . Lucie , the pups mother , taught him how to hunt and defend himself the best she could .. to slip past human's loosing thier sanity, to get passed them without notice in general. A year progressed , the now young adult was happy , not knowing anything better then the world he lived in now .. except from stories Dogs that passed through , and his mother had shared . It was until July 15th, 2026, That Hollow had discovered how cruel this makeshift world was .. how revolting the beings who lived there were getting , when he watch a fellow stray be brutally murder for her pelt and actually meat by a gang of humans , who soon after tearing his friend to pieces for themselves right before his brown eyes .. took him . Impressed by his size , and ever growing muscular build this gang who called themselves , The Infectious , in irony for most of them were beginning to show symptoms of the Virus. Soon nicked named "Hollow" , thus giving him his name , Doc Hollow , he was chained outside of a broken down mansion the group of diseased had claimed thier own in hopes of proving useful if trained to protect the building . Years of disobediance soon followed , the stubbern dog was fed his own kind which most of the time was given raw, accompanied by a bowl or two of dirty , iron tasting water every few days . The training turned to abuse , as the large mutt refused to obey the dying gang members. Stabbed , hit , kicked , slammed into walls , smacked in the face with a bricks .. was the source of torture the canine endured daily for about a year in a half, until the week of August 23rd had rolled in .. from there , food and water had rarely been served to Hollow . Movement within the mansion became less frequent and soon it all together had went quiet. The smell of rotting corpses wafted from the once home of , The Infectious , and as the brutally hot days of the month grew even more deathly unbareable for the canine .. he knew that this could be his end . It wasnt til the end of august that Doc Hollow , had laid his eyes thoughtfully on the chain connected to the dead tree , that held him there . Weak and dehydrated body , was pulled from the dusty terrain , not ready to give up just yet .. The male took the rusty loops in his dry mouth, and began working several days on pulling at this chain until finally a loop that had became weak with rust , snapped . . .
Played by: Pyris
Role Play Sample: It was dusk , the sun shimmering away behind trees and some mountians in the distance . The air was beginning to cool now , a plague of heat had been lingering about for a few days , it was becoming unbareable. At least the shadow of trees and the darkness of the night provided some relief. The large dog was lying under a broken down truck , it was a old chevy , 2020 . It was rusted and beaten , a shade of light blue faded from the sun , the bumber half on the ground , half attached to the vehicle. It stunk of rodent and animal urine but at this moment the lazy mutt underneathe the junker didnt give a damn, it was hot, and this provided shade. Waiting for the last of the day's light to finally fade , Doc opened his eyes, revealing a light brown gaze which wondered over the surroundings. A small house with the roof caved in was visable in the distance , though through past experiences it was known to be over-run by rats and unwelcoming mutts who seemed half starved , and willing to eat anything. Cracked streets with plants growing from it lie dormant , and the only sound about was the sound of the slight breeze whistling through the grass of the farmland.
Hollow had traveled far from the city now , to get some peace and quiet for awhile , not many dogs roamed out here , nor humans. Due to lack of resources , like water and prey having to be actually hunted .. like rabbits and cats . It was much easier to drink from dirty puddles , and drain pipes from the city and hunt each other there .. also felines and other small mammals and birds were more frequent . Crows , rats , small dogs, abandon puppies . It was a nice buffet , just this lazy dog didnt feel like dealing with the over-run territoral canines that made thier home there. Blinking his eyes shut once more , and re-opening them , the long furred mastiff hauled himself from out from under the truck.
"Damn this place .. " Doc yawned , thinking to himself. With a stretch a few bones could be heard cracking as he moved his body in the pleasure filled ways he enjoyed after laying in one spot for too long.
" So lonely out here .. So peaceful. Heh, Is this peace? I rather not .. " The dog contemplated. It was dark now , a owl hooted somewhere in the shadows, it was time for the massive dog to returned to the city , growing bored of the quiet that the grassland provided. Large build , covered in black , with a few tan and white markings surrounding his massive head , stepped out onto the pavement. With a sigh , the male stood there watching the rode before him .. why he chose to go back , was a mystery even to him . The city called to him , there was something there that made him want to go back .. Maybe it was the loneliness that corrupted his mind while being away .. or the many females that ran the streets as strays , packless and waiting to be seduced . . . Whatever it was , a brown paw stepped forward followed by many others , and stepped on through the night.
