Post by Ninjaplushie on Jul 6, 2015 15:26:42 GMT
Chiraq
Nicknames? No just...don't
Male
one hundred and twelve years old
polyamorous demisexual
monster mutt (Black Cane corso+black Tosa inu)
domestic dog
other
Appearance
Chiraq, by every definition is a giant dog. He is a heavy set dog with a bullet-like shape; his mass is rippling with muscle and definition under fur so short it seems as if his solid-black shininess was painted on, though he has an oddly elevated body temperature. He is also tall by most dog standards; he can stand eye-to-eye with most large sized wolves.
His ears are wide and sloppily cropped by his uncaring owner, giving him a rose-eared look (or in other words, they fold backwards instead of forward). A little lower and one will find the only thing bright about his appearance; his glimmering golden eyes. His jowls somewhat droop, perfectly concealing his enlarged fangs.
But this isn't even his "final form", to turn a meme; when he gets aggressive, he appears even more imposing. Instead of bristling of the fur, Chiraq's fur begins to compact and form scales. It starts with his back face and forms a mask around it. The scales also tighten his jowls, clearly exposing his blood-pooling fangs. As he prepares for battle, the scales on his back move around his torso and bleed down his legs and the mask spreads down his chest and around his neck. The final touch is the darkening of his eyes to crimson and the scaling around his ears, causing them to rise to a point on his head.
The scales aren't the greatest protection against bites compared to something like a fluffy mouthful of fur, but it is more than he has in his typical form. They also are nerveless, completely numbing him to the sensation of pain when they are damaged or penetrated. Finally, they produce a sort of oiliness to keep him cool during battle; combined with his usual body temperature, on a rather hot day, smoke vapors will come off of his body occasionally.
Personality
Chiraq can afford to be a lot more of a savage than he actually is, but has taken a step back from it. He has learned to become more observational and tolerate of different kinds of dogs, though his tolerance is still fairly low. He is a brute; always ready to fight and feel blood flow between his teeth; but he is a controlled one that won't do it without a reason.
Chiraq holds all the swagger that any alpha male would have; he is extremely critical of canines who aren't part of his crew and protective of his mates. Though he suspects them to be able to carry their weight and tries not to fight their battles for them. His most crucial flaw, in fact, is his need to micromanage everything. He isn't just the alpha; he is the scout, the warrior, the tutor, the lead hunter, and everything in between. Even a dog of his stature wears himself thin when he does this, which is why he values those who are close to him so dearly; he can count on them to have his back when he can't go any further.
At this point in time, with the exception of the few that have broken through the barrier, Chiraq is mostly bored with normal life and normal canines and ready to stir up some trouble, though only with die hard canines who feel an equal sentiment.
Background
(another in-character history for you)
The massive male gave a small huff at the question, though his expression didn't show a hint of his amusement until he began to speak, sharp white canines contrasting with his dark maw. " I see no reason to withhold the information so protectively; simply no one has bothered to ask me about it." He responded, continuing to laze in the shade, slightly panting between words. "I will say that I am not much of a story teller."
"I was bred to fight. If you can't see that much, then I will have to question if you really have the aptitude to be here." he stated rather bluntly. He was teasing, of course but the dog always had a sort of sharpness to his tone, even when he was resting.
"Fighting is what I did for most of my life. It is actually how I got infected. I remember fighting a canine that was much too strong for his size. He gave me a good maiming, too. It was so satisfying to close my jaw around his throat and thrash until his head nearly came off." A low chuckle vibrated from his core. One could almost feel it.
"I had to be retired because of my injuries and was put into a yard with three other canines; two mastiffs named Smoke and Dust, and a doberman named Gospel. Dust was the head of the little pack. Once I healed up, I felt the need to challenge that. We constantly went at it until the walls that were forcing us together finally broke apart. Smoke and Gospel had to choose who they would follow-me or him." A smug smile came across Chiraq's face as he gave a little shrug. "They chose right."
"We spent most of our time trying to find a place we belonged in the world. We fought many budding packs out of their homes only to find it didn't fit us and moved on. In one of the battles, Smoke had lost his life. Gospel, however, grew into his new fangs."
There was a fondness to the last sentence that rarely emerged in any form of Chiraq, let alone his voice. It was clear that he held Gospel in a special regard. They had a deeply forged history that will probably never fade.
His face suddenly started to turn up into a look of disgust as if he had eaten bad meat. "And then I met the most obnoxious and disrespectful of young pups I have ever had the displeasure of encountering. No matter how many times I knock him over the head, sense just doesn't seem to stick to him." The dog stated with a snarl. He then leaned over and gave said dog a nudge, finally looking at him with the conclusion of the tale. "But that pup is fierce and determined, destined to be a mighty leader and unstoppable force one day."
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