Post by THE SNAKE DOCTOR on Jan 13, 2013 1:04:31 GMT -7
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- - - - name,
Cassius.
- - - - nickname(s),
He will not respond to anything but 'Cassius'. So good luck.
- - - - gender,
Male.
- - - - age,
Six years.
- - - - breed,
75.7% Japanese Akita, 24.3% Siberian Husky.
- - - - sexuality,
Heterosexual.
- - - - allegiance,
Best of the West.
- - - - eyes, Heterochromia; left eye is blue, right eye is blue and brown.
- - - - fur, Light-colored. White along the chest and underbelly, gets darker the higher you get. Ears are a tan color. Fur is double-layered, plush, and medium-length; the longer fur is on his tail and hind legs.
- - - - build, Muscular, stout. Large chest. Built for strength and endurance, not speed.
- - - - distinguishing marks, Heterochromia eyes.
- - - - height, 27 inches at the shoulder.
- - - - overall personality,
TO THE WORLD:
impulsive.
Cassius often acts without thinking. To put it in another way, he prefers to 'shoot now, ask questions later'. It isn't that he isn't wise or smart; he simply has a momentary lapse in judgement when something catches his attention. This gives him quite a pup-like feel, although this, and his playful actions toward dogs he knows and cares for, are the only traits that make Cassius seem like a puppy.
emotionally stunted.
Being unable to truly live life as a pup, Cassius is not the canine to go to if you're having emotional problems. Most of Cassius's emotions revolve around reactions, not true 'emotions'. He does feel anger, though it's usually mild or more like slight irritation, and he doesn't particularly feel sadness or emotional pain. He does feel fear, though that has more to do with the environment than encounters with others.
independent.
He can care for himself, and is definitely an adult. Cassius is capable of making decisions, analyzing certain things, and going through the normal motions without any help from others. If he can't figure something out, he doesn't ask for help. Instead, he will simply give up or, more commonly, keep trying until he gets it. He becomes offended and somewhat miffed if another helps him, though he typically lets it go. His independence also means that he's not going to simply follow without asking questions. Cassius likes to know where he's going, and why.
confident.
Cassius walks with a loose gait, his ears pricked, and his head held high. He struts about as if he hasn't a care in the world; like the opinions of others really don't matter to him. And frankly, they don't. There is an air of confidence that follows him about. However, Cassius doesn't seem to be too arrogant. He doesn't talk trash, nor does he try to bait others. His confidence is more in the way he carries himself. If others wish to test him, he quietly accepts the challenge and proves his worth.
selfish.
Ironically, this trait isn't as bad as it sounds. In many cases, others can actually use this to their advantage. Unlike how the word 'selfish' sounds, Cassius doesn't guard over his food, nor does he take away from others. In reality, he simply only does something if it's going to have value for him. He doesn't intentionally put himself in harm's way, and while he is loyal to loved ones and those he considers family, he doesn't go out of his way to help another dog in need. The only exception to that "rule," is when another dog is behaving aggressively.
disrespectful.
Many who meet him often get the impression that he is attempting to undermine them, specifically if they are leaders of a pack. The truth of the matter is, Cassius doesn't follow orders. Plain and simple. He refuses to be coerced into doing something, and will ignore orders. This, however, has nothing to do with respect. It has to do with Cassius not liking the feeling of being coerced. He does, however, follow gentle guidance or suggestions. If he is asked to do it, he will. If he is demanded to do it, he won't.
TO THE HEART:
playful.
When Cassius forms a bond with another canine, it seems to almost completely change him. He thoroughly enjoys letting loose and simply romping about, playing games, and even playing tricks on his loved ones - though they are quite small and never mean-spirited. Cassius seems to morph into a pup when he's in a playful mood, despite his age.
protective.
One thing that everyone should understand about Cassius is this: Even if he doesn't like another dog, if they are in his pack, he will defend and protect them with his life. He has a surprisingly strong sense of protective instincts. However, despite his fighting past, Cassius does not use his teeth unless absolutely necessary. Instead, he 'body checks' others, uses his paws, and will show his teeth. Even if he is forced to bite, he will not puncture. The only way Cassius will puncture, is if his life depends on it.
dislikes aggression.
Oddly enough, if another canine is acting aggressively, Cassius will attempt to forcefully stop them, even if they are only barking. He has a great dislike of aggression. If two other canids are about to get into a fight, Cassius will physically put himself between them.
loyal.
As explained above, if you are in the same pack as he is, you will forever have his loyalty. Keep in mind, however, that that doesn't mean that he'll follow anyone's orders - as has been explained. Cassius's loyalty has more to do with the fact that he will protect those in his pack, even if he doesn't like them. Like his protective instincts, Cassius has a strong sense of loyalty, and surprisingly enough, rather enjoys having a family.
- - - - father's name, Julius Caesar(JC)(deceased).
- - - - mother's name, Calpurnia(deceased).
- - - - siblings,
From JC and Calpurnia:
Portia(sister), Cicero(brother;deceased), Casca(brother), and Octavius(brother).
From JC and other females:
Hecate(half-sister), Juliet(half-sister;deceased), Capulet(half-sister), Roseline(half-sister), Montague(half-sister), Gertrude(half-sister;deceased), Porter(half-brother), Macbeth(half-brother;deceased), Mercutio(half-brother).
From Calpurnia and other males:
Ophelia(half-sister), Desdemona(half-sister), Abram(half-brother;deceased), Balthasar(half-brother;deceased), Bonvolio(half-brother), Othello(half-brother), Salarino(half-brother).
- - - - non-blood family, Sil, the human girl who rescued him.
- - - - overall history,
In a cage that was too small for her, a red-colored female panted heavily. Her body was curled, yet, somehow, she managed to push a little body out. Four more followed suit, each taking roughly an hour to expel. When all five pups were licked clean, nestled into their mother's stomach and suckling, the female let out a sigh and rested her head on her paws. Calpurnia, a Siberian Husky Japanese Akita mix, was an intelligent female, who learned quickly and understood a great many things. Many believed that she might have even been part wolf, although she herself knew this wasn't true. She'd met true wolfdogs, and she was quite happy that she was not that way. They were skittish, terrified of humans, and, quite honestly, made pathetic ring dogs. Calpurnia had been in the ring herself once or twice, but her 'job' was more to give birth.
She knew that her pups would grow to become ring dogs. But she felt strongly that they would survive, make it to the top. After all, their father was a prized ring dog, a purebred Japanese Akita, who was perhaps the only other dog who could rival her wolflike intelligence. She didn't like him, but she was muzzled and forced in with him, and she knew there was no other option. If Calpurnia was honest with herself, she would say that Julius Caesar was the only male she wanted to father her pups, even if he was detestable. He was strong in body and mind, and despite his ruthless temperament, he would certainly give her pups the best possible chance of survival.
The five squirming puppies grew quickly. The humans removed them when they were six weeks old, and training began. Cassius learned early on that humans were quick to resort to physically punishing those who did not learn quickly enough, or those who did not perform to standard. While Calpurnia had been forgiving, gentle, and encouraging, these humans were harsh and seemed to expect the dogs to understand their language. Cassius was forced to learn quickly, or face physical pain. He grew to fear a raised human hand.
Cassius was tossed into the ring at a young age; a little over seven months. Still a pup by all accounts, he had no right to be up against another dog, literally fighting for his life. In his first fight, Cassius nearly lost his life. He won that fight, but collapsed in the ring. He was certain that he would die there, with adrenaline still coursing through his emptying veins and his eyes wide with fear. But when he awoke, it was not to a fluffy white cloud where there was no pain or blood or the foul stench of death and fear. He opened his eyes to cold. To a trapped cage. To the whines and growls of dogs in other cages. Lying on his side, the strength slowly returning to his limbs, Cassius wondered if it would have been better to die in the ring.
Despite that first fight and Cassius's thoughts of death, he grew to a strong fighter. In all honesty, he hated it. Battling for his life, never knowing if today would be his last, or if the humans would intervene as they sometimes did if the dog was worth enough. Cassius spent a good year tearing flesh and proving that he was worth stepping in for, if the need should ever arise. The better he got, the more fights he seemed to be thrown in. Just as he was growing tired and angry, he was rescued.
Cassius was in his cage, restless. He was in pain. His shoulder had been torn, and the patch up job hadn't been a good one. It was messy, rushed, and obviously amateur. That was when someone had barged through the door. Light suddenly illuminated the dark room. The two other dogs who shared the room with Cassius were barking, snarling. Despite this, Cassius could see the whites of their eyes, the way their bodies leaned far back, their weight on their hind legs. They were terrified of the new smells, the new voices of new humans. Cassius himself felt cautious as one of the three humans spoke into a crackling device. As another neared his cage, the light-colored male showed his teeth. He did not make any noise; simply giving the human full view of his teeth.
The human paused, but continued opening the cage. Cassius watched, as the human took a pole from another human, slipped it through the cracked door of his cage, and placed a loop over him. He growled, but he was smart enough to realize that he would not be getting out of this one. So he waited as the human fully opened the door and tugged. He followed the tug, stepping out of his dirty cage. The human led him out, where he was lifted into another cage. He was transported to yet another building, checked up by a foul-smelling human with rubber gloves, and placed into another cage. This cage, however, was quite roomy, and food was delivered regularly.
Cassius spent so long in that cage, he grew to hate it. He simply lied there, day after day. He watched humans come, stare at him, move on. Dogs came and went.
When she came, something strange happened. The second his eyes found her, time seemed to slow. She was a human, yes, but there was something different. Though she had yet to look at him, he could see her eyes as she looked around. She looked sad, as though seeing the scene before her effected her greatly. When her eyes met his, he lifted his head, his tall ears pricking forward. She smiled, her eyes wrinkling, and Cassius felt his heart soar. She knelt herself down, putting the back of her hand against the bars of his cage. Cassius stayed where he was for some time, but eventually, the pull became too much. He stood, slowly, cautiously making his way toward her. His nose twitched and he smelled her. She smelled... natural. No perfumes or odd scents. She smelled like the earth and the sun. A sweet, rooty smell. His nose touched her hand. She said something, her voice soft and melodious.
At two years and seven months, Cassius was still a young dog. And all those months of being unable to be a young pup seemed to come up on him in one giant wave in that moment. He barked; a high-pitched, puppy-like bark, his tail wagging so hard his body wagged. The human blinked her eyes in shock, but laughed. She looked at another human - one that Cassius often saw cleaning the other cages - and spoke some more. The two conversed for a moment, before the human that cleaned his cage opened it. A rope-like tether was put around him and handed to the girl. Cassius felt as though his body would explode when her hand gently touched the scar on his shoulder. She was gentle, and he could see concern in her eyes when he flinched away.
She led him out of that place. When he arrived at her home, he realized that this was now his home. His home.
He learned her name was Sil. Sil became his world. She was gentle and kind and took him on many adventures. He first learned about the clicker the first night, when she brought him into a quiet, sunny room. He heard that strange noise, and she presented a treat to him. He learned very quickly that that noise - that click-click sound - meant that a piece of food was coming his way. As she continued to work with him, he learned that the click noise was a signal; what he was doing when he heard that click was what she wanted, and it was going to earn him a reward. That wasn't all. Sil taught him that he was allowed to make decisions, choices. And no matter what choice he made, she was not going to harm him or yell at him.
Cassius learned that certain decisions earned him that click-and-reward. He grew to almost live for that moment when he heard that noise. He grew to live for everything that involved Sil and himself having fun. Because he learned so quickly and was so loyal to her, he was often off-leash, especially when she took him into the woods, where he hunted and ran and had a wonderful life.
[/ul]- - - - fur, Light-colored. White along the chest and underbelly, gets darker the higher you get. Ears are a tan color. Fur is double-layered, plush, and medium-length; the longer fur is on his tail and hind legs.
- - - - build, Muscular, stout. Large chest. Built for strength and endurance, not speed.
- - - - distinguishing marks, Heterochromia eyes.
- - - - height, 27 inches at the shoulder.
- - - - overall personality,
TO THE WORLD:
impulsive.
Cassius often acts without thinking. To put it in another way, he prefers to 'shoot now, ask questions later'. It isn't that he isn't wise or smart; he simply has a momentary lapse in judgement when something catches his attention. This gives him quite a pup-like feel, although this, and his playful actions toward dogs he knows and cares for, are the only traits that make Cassius seem like a puppy.
emotionally stunted.
Being unable to truly live life as a pup, Cassius is not the canine to go to if you're having emotional problems. Most of Cassius's emotions revolve around reactions, not true 'emotions'. He does feel anger, though it's usually mild or more like slight irritation, and he doesn't particularly feel sadness or emotional pain. He does feel fear, though that has more to do with the environment than encounters with others.
independent.
He can care for himself, and is definitely an adult. Cassius is capable of making decisions, analyzing certain things, and going through the normal motions without any help from others. If he can't figure something out, he doesn't ask for help. Instead, he will simply give up or, more commonly, keep trying until he gets it. He becomes offended and somewhat miffed if another helps him, though he typically lets it go. His independence also means that he's not going to simply follow without asking questions. Cassius likes to know where he's going, and why.
confident.
Cassius walks with a loose gait, his ears pricked, and his head held high. He struts about as if he hasn't a care in the world; like the opinions of others really don't matter to him. And frankly, they don't. There is an air of confidence that follows him about. However, Cassius doesn't seem to be too arrogant. He doesn't talk trash, nor does he try to bait others. His confidence is more in the way he carries himself. If others wish to test him, he quietly accepts the challenge and proves his worth.
selfish.
Ironically, this trait isn't as bad as it sounds. In many cases, others can actually use this to their advantage. Unlike how the word 'selfish' sounds, Cassius doesn't guard over his food, nor does he take away from others. In reality, he simply only does something if it's going to have value for him. He doesn't intentionally put himself in harm's way, and while he is loyal to loved ones and those he considers family, he doesn't go out of his way to help another dog in need. The only exception to that "rule," is when another dog is behaving aggressively.
disrespectful.
Many who meet him often get the impression that he is attempting to undermine them, specifically if they are leaders of a pack. The truth of the matter is, Cassius doesn't follow orders. Plain and simple. He refuses to be coerced into doing something, and will ignore orders. This, however, has nothing to do with respect. It has to do with Cassius not liking the feeling of being coerced. He does, however, follow gentle guidance or suggestions. If he is asked to do it, he will. If he is demanded to do it, he won't.
TO THE HEART:
playful.
When Cassius forms a bond with another canine, it seems to almost completely change him. He thoroughly enjoys letting loose and simply romping about, playing games, and even playing tricks on his loved ones - though they are quite small and never mean-spirited. Cassius seems to morph into a pup when he's in a playful mood, despite his age.
protective.
One thing that everyone should understand about Cassius is this: Even if he doesn't like another dog, if they are in his pack, he will defend and protect them with his life. He has a surprisingly strong sense of protective instincts. However, despite his fighting past, Cassius does not use his teeth unless absolutely necessary. Instead, he 'body checks' others, uses his paws, and will show his teeth. Even if he is forced to bite, he will not puncture. The only way Cassius will puncture, is if his life depends on it.
dislikes aggression.
Oddly enough, if another canine is acting aggressively, Cassius will attempt to forcefully stop them, even if they are only barking. He has a great dislike of aggression. If two other canids are about to get into a fight, Cassius will physically put himself between them.
loyal.
As explained above, if you are in the same pack as he is, you will forever have his loyalty. Keep in mind, however, that that doesn't mean that he'll follow anyone's orders - as has been explained. Cassius's loyalty has more to do with the fact that he will protect those in his pack, even if he doesn't like them. Like his protective instincts, Cassius has a strong sense of loyalty, and surprisingly enough, rather enjoys having a family.
- - - - father's name, Julius Caesar(JC)(deceased).
- - - - mother's name, Calpurnia(deceased).
- - - - siblings,
From JC and Calpurnia:
Portia(sister), Cicero(brother;deceased), Casca(brother), and Octavius(brother).
From JC and other females:
Hecate(half-sister), Juliet(half-sister;deceased), Capulet(half-sister), Roseline(half-sister), Montague(half-sister), Gertrude(half-sister;deceased), Porter(half-brother), Macbeth(half-brother;deceased), Mercutio(half-brother).
From Calpurnia and other males:
Ophelia(half-sister), Desdemona(half-sister), Abram(half-brother;deceased), Balthasar(half-brother;deceased), Bonvolio(half-brother), Othello(half-brother), Salarino(half-brother).
- - - - non-blood family, Sil, the human girl who rescued him.
- - - - overall history,
In a cage that was too small for her, a red-colored female panted heavily. Her body was curled, yet, somehow, she managed to push a little body out. Four more followed suit, each taking roughly an hour to expel. When all five pups were licked clean, nestled into their mother's stomach and suckling, the female let out a sigh and rested her head on her paws. Calpurnia, a Siberian Husky Japanese Akita mix, was an intelligent female, who learned quickly and understood a great many things. Many believed that she might have even been part wolf, although she herself knew this wasn't true. She'd met true wolfdogs, and she was quite happy that she was not that way. They were skittish, terrified of humans, and, quite honestly, made pathetic ring dogs. Calpurnia had been in the ring herself once or twice, but her 'job' was more to give birth.
She knew that her pups would grow to become ring dogs. But she felt strongly that they would survive, make it to the top. After all, their father was a prized ring dog, a purebred Japanese Akita, who was perhaps the only other dog who could rival her wolflike intelligence. She didn't like him, but she was muzzled and forced in with him, and she knew there was no other option. If Calpurnia was honest with herself, she would say that Julius Caesar was the only male she wanted to father her pups, even if he was detestable. He was strong in body and mind, and despite his ruthless temperament, he would certainly give her pups the best possible chance of survival.
The five squirming puppies grew quickly. The humans removed them when they were six weeks old, and training began. Cassius learned early on that humans were quick to resort to physically punishing those who did not learn quickly enough, or those who did not perform to standard. While Calpurnia had been forgiving, gentle, and encouraging, these humans were harsh and seemed to expect the dogs to understand their language. Cassius was forced to learn quickly, or face physical pain. He grew to fear a raised human hand.
Cassius was tossed into the ring at a young age; a little over seven months. Still a pup by all accounts, he had no right to be up against another dog, literally fighting for his life. In his first fight, Cassius nearly lost his life. He won that fight, but collapsed in the ring. He was certain that he would die there, with adrenaline still coursing through his emptying veins and his eyes wide with fear. But when he awoke, it was not to a fluffy white cloud where there was no pain or blood or the foul stench of death and fear. He opened his eyes to cold. To a trapped cage. To the whines and growls of dogs in other cages. Lying on his side, the strength slowly returning to his limbs, Cassius wondered if it would have been better to die in the ring.
Despite that first fight and Cassius's thoughts of death, he grew to a strong fighter. In all honesty, he hated it. Battling for his life, never knowing if today would be his last, or if the humans would intervene as they sometimes did if the dog was worth enough. Cassius spent a good year tearing flesh and proving that he was worth stepping in for, if the need should ever arise. The better he got, the more fights he seemed to be thrown in. Just as he was growing tired and angry, he was rescued.
Cassius was in his cage, restless. He was in pain. His shoulder had been torn, and the patch up job hadn't been a good one. It was messy, rushed, and obviously amateur. That was when someone had barged through the door. Light suddenly illuminated the dark room. The two other dogs who shared the room with Cassius were barking, snarling. Despite this, Cassius could see the whites of their eyes, the way their bodies leaned far back, their weight on their hind legs. They were terrified of the new smells, the new voices of new humans. Cassius himself felt cautious as one of the three humans spoke into a crackling device. As another neared his cage, the light-colored male showed his teeth. He did not make any noise; simply giving the human full view of his teeth.
The human paused, but continued opening the cage. Cassius watched, as the human took a pole from another human, slipped it through the cracked door of his cage, and placed a loop over him. He growled, but he was smart enough to realize that he would not be getting out of this one. So he waited as the human fully opened the door and tugged. He followed the tug, stepping out of his dirty cage. The human led him out, where he was lifted into another cage. He was transported to yet another building, checked up by a foul-smelling human with rubber gloves, and placed into another cage. This cage, however, was quite roomy, and food was delivered regularly.
Cassius spent so long in that cage, he grew to hate it. He simply lied there, day after day. He watched humans come, stare at him, move on. Dogs came and went.
When she came, something strange happened. The second his eyes found her, time seemed to slow. She was a human, yes, but there was something different. Though she had yet to look at him, he could see her eyes as she looked around. She looked sad, as though seeing the scene before her effected her greatly. When her eyes met his, he lifted his head, his tall ears pricking forward. She smiled, her eyes wrinkling, and Cassius felt his heart soar. She knelt herself down, putting the back of her hand against the bars of his cage. Cassius stayed where he was for some time, but eventually, the pull became too much. He stood, slowly, cautiously making his way toward her. His nose twitched and he smelled her. She smelled... natural. No perfumes or odd scents. She smelled like the earth and the sun. A sweet, rooty smell. His nose touched her hand. She said something, her voice soft and melodious.
At two years and seven months, Cassius was still a young dog. And all those months of being unable to be a young pup seemed to come up on him in one giant wave in that moment. He barked; a high-pitched, puppy-like bark, his tail wagging so hard his body wagged. The human blinked her eyes in shock, but laughed. She looked at another human - one that Cassius often saw cleaning the other cages - and spoke some more. The two conversed for a moment, before the human that cleaned his cage opened it. A rope-like tether was put around him and handed to the girl. Cassius felt as though his body would explode when her hand gently touched the scar on his shoulder. She was gentle, and he could see concern in her eyes when he flinched away.
She led him out of that place. When he arrived at her home, he realized that this was now his home. His home.
He learned her name was Sil. Sil became his world. She was gentle and kind and took him on many adventures. He first learned about the clicker the first night, when she brought him into a quiet, sunny room. He heard that strange noise, and she presented a treat to him. He learned very quickly that that noise - that click-click sound - meant that a piece of food was coming his way. As she continued to work with him, he learned that the click noise was a signal; what he was doing when he heard that click was what she wanted, and it was going to earn him a reward. That wasn't all. Sil taught him that he was allowed to make decisions, choices. And no matter what choice he made, she was not going to harm him or yell at him.
Cassius learned that certain decisions earned him that click-and-reward. He grew to almost live for that moment when he heard that noise. He grew to live for everything that involved Sil and himself having fun. Because he learned so quickly and was so loyal to her, he was often off-leash, especially when she took him into the woods, where he hunted and ran and had a wonderful life.
- After a little more than a year, the fighting ring operation was shut down and Cassius was placed into the shelter.
- He spent several weeks there before he was adopted.
- Due to his beginning, Cassius became a bully around other dogs. He became the 'poster child' for "I'm going to get you before you can get me." His new owner introduced a strange new concept to Cassius, however. Instead of beating him or yelling at him, she took him away from the other dog.
- Cassius's owner also introduced something else: A strange object that made an odd clicking noise. After he heard the 'click-click' noise, he was then offered food. Cassius soon learned that the 'click-click' noise meant he was doing something good, and he would be rewarded.
- Using that, Cassius got over his minor fear of other dogs and his bullying tendencies. However, he continued to feel less than thrilled to be around other dogs.
- He and his new owner bonded, and Cassius soon forgot about his past.
- When he woke up one morning and found her to be gone, Cassius felt panicked.
- Forced on his own, he made a life on the streets. His past slowly crept back in, though now it is a reminder of why he dislikes fighting and aggressive dogs.
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