Post by Renegade on Dec 15, 2012 11:33:45 GMT -7
- - - - nickname(s),The Avenger, Sir, Boss.
- - - - gender, male
- - - - age, 3 years
- - - - breed, Rottweiler
- - - - sexuality,heterosexual
- - - - allegiance, West
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- - - - fur, Black and Tan
- - - - build, Bulky and muscular
- - - - distinguishing marks, Has a tan slash on his hind quarter(right)
- - - - height, 27inches
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{ Call me a deserter, go ahead. It’s not my fault I chose what’s right.}
- An orderly pack
- Leadership
- Loyalty
- Pups
- Being looked up to
- - - - Renegade hates,
- Scoundrels
- Chaos
- Deviants
- Passive Aggressive dogs
- Being underestimated.
- - - - strengths,
- Fighting
- His stubbornness
- Sense of duty
- Sense of honor
- Power in his words and actions
- - - - weaknesses,
- His speed
- his rashness
- His Ambition
- His Ego
- His Temper
- - - - ambitions,
- Becoming a great ruler
- Bringing Honor to his name
- Striking fear into all who are opposed to him.
- - - - fears,
- Dying young
- Becoming an omega
- Bringing shame to his name
- - - - overall personality,
[/ul]Renegade is, and always has been, a dog of strong will and extreme stubbornness. He prefers doing things his way, and usually it is the right way. He is a thinker, and a rash action by him is never really rash, he just had less time to think about the decision. Under pressure, especially in battle, he goes into full fledged Military General. He barks out commands like nobody’s business, and if they are not obeyed, he takes the matters into his own hands…err-paws, and would chew you out, sometimes quite literally, in the aftermath.
He is a force to be reckoned with, and will not back down from challenges. It would be wise to follow him, as in times of great woe, he will bring glory to the pack. His ego is as big as the day is long, and he will do anything to protect his honor and reputation as a brave fighter who does not back down easily [/ul]
- - - - mother's name, Rouge(pronounced Rooj)
- - - - siblings, Toruque(tore-uck)
- - - - non-blood family,Maisy, puphood friend, gsd.
- - - - overall history, Renegade has always been a New Yorker. Born in the Bronx, to two Alphas, he was given the best training. He had the life, he and his brother Toruque had achieved greatness in rank, without having to work for it. They were Betas, and He had the right to the title of Alpha of Bronx Bullions Pack.
But, it was not enough. Renegade knew that he could make his father proud.He knew he could be great, and known for becoming great, not inheriting it. He tried exercising power, making himself stronger, all to impress his father.But he was really preparing for his 20 seconds of insane courage.
So, when the time came for Old Spartan to retire, and give one of his sons the title, Toruque came up to him. Renegade had discussed his plan with him, and had been preparing him for the spot.
And after Spartan spoke, and asked Renegade if he accepted the responsibility, he denied.He denied, and He ran, but not with Cowardice, but with ambition and hope.He continued running for two years, and instead of feeling at large and lonely, he felt like a Million Bucks.When he came to the Street Wars, he stopped Running.He stopped running, because he knew he had come home.Not to his Family, but to the place where his roots touched down, his new home, the place where he belonged
- - - - rp sample,Brooklynn.The City of Churches.I'm here.I'm really here.The massive dog thought, gazing around him, as if he were a child in a Candy Store.Of course, He had always been in New York, but not this Metropolis.The Bronx was so different.Compared to this city, The Bronx looked like a Dollhouse.
Suddenly, something shiny caught his eye.It was a small loop of chain.It might have been a necklace, bracelet, even headband before, but now it was his.What a welcome present this is... he thought, slipping it over his head.If there was one thing he knew in New York, No matter where, To stay out of the pound, you need a collar.It shows you belong to a human, a master."I ain't got no master, I'm a free dog."he barked gruffly.He was his own master, a free dog under Dog the Almighty, and nobody and nothing would never change that.He came to fulfill a legacy, reap what he sowed, come out on top.He walked in an alleyway, and disappeared from sight.In order to come out on top, he needed a lair.And the corner of Church and New York Ave. would do.For now. [/ul][/ul]
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