Post by Tawnystar6 on Sept 23, 2011 20:05:51 GMT -5
Name: Bulldozer
Alias: Dozer
Gender: Female.
Age: 4 years.
Birthdate: Summer 2127
Species: Dog.
Breed: Pitbull + Rottman (Rottweiler x Doberman)
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 26"
Weight: 73 lbs.
Build: Generally bred for working, Pitbulls, Rottweilers, and Dobermans contribute many factors to this extremely muscular feminine canine. Her paws are large and compact for excess strength in blows and her legs are short, thick and stocky with bulging muscles covering every inch, hiding big bones. Her hindquarters are several inches shorter than her forequarters, giving her a daunting appearance. Her tail is thin, but stiff and is sometimes considered her "whip".Her back is flat and wide, slanting downward slightly from the withers to the rump. Her chest is deep, and extremely wide, showing her tight chest muscles. Her neck, short and thick, with a deep throat for her unimaginably deep, intimidating bark.
Coat: She sports a distinct white marking that starts on her throat, thin at first, then widens as it extends down her chest, fitting neatly between her shoulders, then tapers to a nicely rounded point where her chest begins to curve into her underbelly. Also, her toes are all this same creamy white, and so are her claws. The remainder of her coat is a handsome cream, otherwise called pale ginger.
Her pelt is short and thick, lying close to her skin, and hard to rip through. At her tail tip, though, it fringes off the edge, the longest hair on her body.
Head: Often distinguished as brick shaped, her thick skull carries the weight of an unnaturally large jaw, containing a set of 42 pearly white, razor sharp teeth that can exert over 250 pounds of pressure, strong enough to snap a bone in half. her muzzle stays the same width from base to tan nose that matches her coat. The skin on the flattish top her head is wrinkled in certain places, excess skin that increased when her former owner had her ears cropped.
Eyes: Football shaped, set low, cornering the base of her muzzle. The fur around her icy blue gaze is black, brimming just barely, somewhat resembling dark circles, but appear more natural and bring out the light in her glowering gaze.
Scars: One of her many, countless scars is rung around her neck from where her former owner's tethered chain link collar embedded itself in her skin. Also, a long score runs horizontally across her flank.
Accessories: A worn down black leather, sharply studded fighting vest is still latched onto her torso, her way of warning others off.
Pictures:
Dozer.
Dozer as a pup.
Her harness.
Speed: Average.
Stamina: Average.
Strength: High.
Fighting: High.
Strengths: A genetically engineered fighter bred for the dog fights, Dozer is unimaginably strong and skilled in fighting from her experience in the dog fights.
Weaknesses: Having been genetically engineered, she has won every fight she's been entered in, causing her to become reckless and yo seek battles. Also, she is quite stupid, and often makes the wrong decisions. This leads her to attack everyone she meets, except for when she is in season.
Personality: Angry and aggressive, she lashes out at any and all in her path. She will occasionally become quite affectionate or alluring when in season around a male, but will become even more aggressive around females. She is unimaginably brawny for her gender, and her bravery comes with slight stupidity. She's pretty juvenile, though, and will play practical jokes on strangers in their sleep.
When she attacks, she won't let go until her victim either surrenders or dies, and it merciless, a bad target to assault.
Fears: The only thing that Dozer has ever feared is death. She enjoys her life, other than the fact that she's never been treated like an actual dogs, more like a monster than anything.
Family: Her mother, Morgan, is a Pitbull, a purebred that is used only for mating with genetically engineered fighters, producing the strongest, healthiest pups. She abandons them at birth, and they learn nothing but to be merciless. Her father is a Rottman, a genetically engineered fighter, named Dusk.
History: Born on August 12, 2127, Dozer was already a strong pup, born to a genetically engineered Rottman called Dusk, frightening, hulking, and a Pit Bull fighter mother, named Morgan. Yet Morgan was different from her father, always teaching her to learn mercy, as she was soft and kind. Her litter mates died shortly after birth, greatly ill with a chronic condition of kennel cough, too young to survive the disease. Dozer, however, survived, healthy, immunized by the best of her mother's milk. The humans, as stupid as they are, thought this as an omen, and they raised her to be a fighter like the males, instead of a fighter mother. This, was a horrible mistake. They raised her different than the others, trained her to be a monster, not a dog for sideshow entertainment like the others. They trained her to kill, to never hold back the death bite, and that is what they got. She won many fights, had murdered many opposing fighters. But, at two years of age, she didn't want to be under their reign anymore, to be their puppet. She wanted more, to be her own dog, to eat what she liked and to be free of their ignorance. She killed off her trainers in cold blood, furiously goring, pounding them to a pulp, then escaping their stupidity. Everyone she came near was either killed or horribly injured after that, except when she was in season. She's roamed for two years now, frightening everyone she meets, becoming lonely. She has had no pups, no friends, everyone as an enemy. She's earned her reputation, she doesn't want to change. But, she hasn't found love, and maybe that will give her the will to transform.
Played by: Tawnystar6
Role Play Sample: Dozer opened her icy blue eyes drowsily, her vision blurred at first. She closed her eyes once more and shook her head in an effort to clear them. Once again she reopened them, this time more visible was the scene before her. Thick brush surrounded the feminine Pitbull. Sun filtered through the pine needles above her, casting shadows across her creamy colored pelt. She rasped her tongue of the mussed fur on her scruff, half-mindedly attempting to groom herself. Clambering to her paws, the scarred dog shook herself free of morning dew. A cool breeze drifted through the undergrowth as Dozer parted the overgrown forestation to continue her journey to find what she needed, to discover love.
Alias: Dozer
Gender: Female.
Age: 4 years.
Birthdate: Summer 2127
Species: Dog.
Breed: Pitbull + Rottman (Rottweiler x Doberman)
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 26"
Weight: 73 lbs.
Build: Generally bred for working, Pitbulls, Rottweilers, and Dobermans contribute many factors to this extremely muscular feminine canine. Her paws are large and compact for excess strength in blows and her legs are short, thick and stocky with bulging muscles covering every inch, hiding big bones. Her hindquarters are several inches shorter than her forequarters, giving her a daunting appearance. Her tail is thin, but stiff and is sometimes considered her "whip".Her back is flat and wide, slanting downward slightly from the withers to the rump. Her chest is deep, and extremely wide, showing her tight chest muscles. Her neck, short and thick, with a deep throat for her unimaginably deep, intimidating bark.
Coat: She sports a distinct white marking that starts on her throat, thin at first, then widens as it extends down her chest, fitting neatly between her shoulders, then tapers to a nicely rounded point where her chest begins to curve into her underbelly. Also, her toes are all this same creamy white, and so are her claws. The remainder of her coat is a handsome cream, otherwise called pale ginger.
Her pelt is short and thick, lying close to her skin, and hard to rip through. At her tail tip, though, it fringes off the edge, the longest hair on her body.
Head: Often distinguished as brick shaped, her thick skull carries the weight of an unnaturally large jaw, containing a set of 42 pearly white, razor sharp teeth that can exert over 250 pounds of pressure, strong enough to snap a bone in half. her muzzle stays the same width from base to tan nose that matches her coat. The skin on the flattish top her head is wrinkled in certain places, excess skin that increased when her former owner had her ears cropped.
Eyes: Football shaped, set low, cornering the base of her muzzle. The fur around her icy blue gaze is black, brimming just barely, somewhat resembling dark circles, but appear more natural and bring out the light in her glowering gaze.
Scars: One of her many, countless scars is rung around her neck from where her former owner's tethered chain link collar embedded itself in her skin. Also, a long score runs horizontally across her flank.
Accessories: A worn down black leather, sharply studded fighting vest is still latched onto her torso, her way of warning others off.
Pictures:
Dozer.
Dozer as a pup.
Her harness.
Speed: Average.
Stamina: Average.
Strength: High.
Fighting: High.
Strengths: A genetically engineered fighter bred for the dog fights, Dozer is unimaginably strong and skilled in fighting from her experience in the dog fights.
Weaknesses: Having been genetically engineered, she has won every fight she's been entered in, causing her to become reckless and yo seek battles. Also, she is quite stupid, and often makes the wrong decisions. This leads her to attack everyone she meets, except for when she is in season.
Personality: Angry and aggressive, she lashes out at any and all in her path. She will occasionally become quite affectionate or alluring when in season around a male, but will become even more aggressive around females. She is unimaginably brawny for her gender, and her bravery comes with slight stupidity. She's pretty juvenile, though, and will play practical jokes on strangers in their sleep.
When she attacks, she won't let go until her victim either surrenders or dies, and it merciless, a bad target to assault.
Fears: The only thing that Dozer has ever feared is death. She enjoys her life, other than the fact that she's never been treated like an actual dogs, more like a monster than anything.
Family: Her mother, Morgan, is a Pitbull, a purebred that is used only for mating with genetically engineered fighters, producing the strongest, healthiest pups. She abandons them at birth, and they learn nothing but to be merciless. Her father is a Rottman, a genetically engineered fighter, named Dusk.
History: Born on August 12, 2127, Dozer was already a strong pup, born to a genetically engineered Rottman called Dusk, frightening, hulking, and a Pit Bull fighter mother, named Morgan. Yet Morgan was different from her father, always teaching her to learn mercy, as she was soft and kind. Her litter mates died shortly after birth, greatly ill with a chronic condition of kennel cough, too young to survive the disease. Dozer, however, survived, healthy, immunized by the best of her mother's milk. The humans, as stupid as they are, thought this as an omen, and they raised her to be a fighter like the males, instead of a fighter mother. This, was a horrible mistake. They raised her different than the others, trained her to be a monster, not a dog for sideshow entertainment like the others. They trained her to kill, to never hold back the death bite, and that is what they got. She won many fights, had murdered many opposing fighters. But, at two years of age, she didn't want to be under their reign anymore, to be their puppet. She wanted more, to be her own dog, to eat what she liked and to be free of their ignorance. She killed off her trainers in cold blood, furiously goring, pounding them to a pulp, then escaping their stupidity. Everyone she came near was either killed or horribly injured after that, except when she was in season. She's roamed for two years now, frightening everyone she meets, becoming lonely. She has had no pups, no friends, everyone as an enemy. She's earned her reputation, she doesn't want to change. But, she hasn't found love, and maybe that will give her the will to transform.
Played by: Tawnystar6
Role Play Sample: Dozer opened her icy blue eyes drowsily, her vision blurred at first. She closed her eyes once more and shook her head in an effort to clear them. Once again she reopened them, this time more visible was the scene before her. Thick brush surrounded the feminine Pitbull. Sun filtered through the pine needles above her, casting shadows across her creamy colored pelt. She rasped her tongue of the mussed fur on her scruff, half-mindedly attempting to groom herself. Clambering to her paws, the scarred dog shook herself free of morning dew. A cool breeze drifted through the undergrowth as Dozer parted the overgrown forestation to continue her journey to find what she needed, to discover love.