ACCEPTED - Redrum Dog - Stray

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<sup>Name: Redrum
Gender: Intact Male
Age: Three
Breed: Cane Corso, more or less.
Personality:

Calm, quiet and not hasty in the slightest. Redrum is perfectly composed and observant. He is not indecisive, and takes as much time as necessary to make the correct decisions in his life. Despite his calm exterior and patient nature, he holds no regards to society’s norms or rules, and will break any rules that he needs to when it comes to achieving goals. He values the old ways, disgusted at questionable acts including sexual violence. He is what some would call an avenger of the common people, providing certain favors to those who need revenge paid in pounds of flesh. Though he is not brutal in the slightest, he will get the job done and his message across. He gains respect through these various favors he offers those who can not carry them out themselves.

More often than not, he sends out others to do his work for him while he revels in the reputation and good word. He tends to gather ‘followers’ quite easily, as he is found to be very persuasive and admired especially by youth. Wise beyond his years, the three year old acts like a seasoned veteran of the streets. He works in private, only disclosing plans to those that he trusts most, and rarely displays any sort of emotion. He does not seek out love or relationships, for loved ones are always the target if a disgruntled customer decides to strike back. Neither does he desire love nor feel lust, he is immune to such subtleties. Little is initially known about the true colors of this massive dog, but in time he opens up little by little.

Appearance:

Massive but lean, Redrum is built to impress. His shoulders measure at over two foot tall, and his bulk weighs only one hundred and ten pounds. Unlike most mastiff-like breeds, he is not built for large size and bulldozer qualities. He is athletically blessed. His legs are stocky and well muscled, slanting upward into his sleekly built frame. His neck is thick and powerful, while his head is somewhat small. His ears are cut extremely short, almost non-existent, and hint that he was once owned. His tail is cropped short, leaving a short stub that is always held in relaxed, but strangely dominant way. Loose skin on his face give him the appearance of a grim, suspicious old man. Furrowing his brow in a permanently contemplative expression. Thin, white scars run down either side of his throat, the skin pulled tight where it has healed from a particular past confrontation.

His color resembles fawn mostly, while a black tinges it much like brindle; a greasy look. His ears, maw, and almost his entire face are completely stained black.. Lighter tones color his underbelly and the insides of his legs. His eyes are perhaps his most imposing feature. They are bright, almost glowing, with a fiery spark that allows him leeway despite his calm nature. They are a strange color, reddish leaning more towards orange. It is those eyes that may be what gives him his persuasive powers.

History:

The slums were no place for pups, and Redrum’s mother should have realized this. She delivered a litter of eight puppies on a rainy night. Their birthplace was in the gutter of some random city where crime was a way of life. People held no compassion for animals, especially an ugly bitch with a batch of over a half-dozen puppies. At the time of his mother’s murder, Redrum was only six months old. Starving, he was one of only three remaining puppies. They all still lived in the sewer systems of the city, living off of rats and garbage. It was then that an equally starving stray took it upon himself to kill and devour the weak mother. Redrum never understood the emotion that flooded him at the sight of his mother being revenged like some useless carcass. He did, however, take a mental picture of the mongrel who did it. For another six months he remained in his ‘home’ alone, for his siblings took the streets to do what they wished. What all happened to him in these few months is unknown, and he does not speak of the mental training that he put himself through.

He then sought out the stray and killed him, in short. The dog tore out a considerable piece of Redrum’s neck; giving him that signature raspy voice that he has to this day. The injury caused him to go into hiding again to heal, and keep out of the eyes of comrades of the now murdered dog. In this time, he came to realize the emptiness he felt even though he had avenged his mother’s death in full. This was the beginning of what was to become him. One evening, after he found himself healed enough to roam the streets again, a young collie mix approached him. He was a housepet, something Redrum had never associated with before. He had heard of the deed that had been committed and requested assistance. The collie’s mate had been raped by stray shepherd, but he had no ability to avenge her in battle. Redrum had compassion for this dog, who even offered to pay in some way, but he denied him that and tracked down his newest prey. He maimed and battered the dog almost beyond recognition, but left him alive. Satisfied, he felt that justice had been done.

Slowly, the favors began coming in more often. Trickling from a small hole in a dam to a massive tsunami of requests. And as those came in, so did ‘followers’. Young dogs of all shapes and sizes came to him in loyalty. Daughters and sons of those he’d avenged, and sometimes even some he’d “taught a lesson” came to him in confession that they realized their wrongs and wanted to help others as well. He was soon the god of some canine mafia, and he loved it. He was respected, indebted, and almost worshiped. One dog in particular became his second-hand dog, and did his ever bidding. He kept any eye on all the goings-on of the society and made sure the deeds were carried out correctly.

In time, he left the city. Moving only some distance away to the quieter town of Harlow, where he’d heard his services may be needed. He left the other city under the guidance of his second-in-command, promising to perhaps return. And now he finds himself here, reputation carrying wherever he wants to go. He will fall under the Alpha of strays, for he does not serve anyone but the common canids; and will not be second to any. This may cause problems for his new life here.

But only time will tell.

Other: Someone perhaps want to play his second-in-command? I would prefer to approve if someone desires it >.<</sup>

[Kato]

Accepted.