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Post by »Rie on Jul 26, 2008 12:27:04 GMT -5
Name:
Rellik St. Valentine
Breed:
English Bull Terrier
Age:
1 years
Gender:
In-tact Male
Appearance:
He looks like his breed, thats for sure: With the classic wedge shaped head and sloping 'roman nose' ending in a flat blunt end; a wide expressive mouth, and small, deep set, dark eyes. Large, and alert triangular ears stick up from where his blunt head meets with a thick short neck; the left of which is appears to have been torn at once point, and healed so that it's partially floppy. His body is rather long and built stockily with a thick shoulders, heavy chest, board back, and stout hips with a medium length tail. His legs seem proportionally short compared to the length of his body which the standing of his breed. For the most part Rellik is pure white, through he has two markings in the form of black patches: One over his right eye, and the back of his left ear.
His rather plain looking face is inherently deceptive since it doesn't look like he could pull off vicious if he tried, and he almost always seems to look friendly and good natured. Rellik, despite his short stature, and heavily built appearance is surprisingly quick on his paws; almost as flexible as any cat. He's a very noticeable yet easily forgettable creature, in the end. The only real telling detail about him is the livid red scar twisting down his right foreleg from elbow to ankle.
Personality:
His mother once, he remembers vaguely, said that he could charm birds out of their nests; he'd tried that and it didn't work. He called her a liar and she told him not to take things so literally, then laughed; and explained the saying to him. The truth of the matter is that while Rellik may not be the prettiest thing to look at physically his charms make him handsome. He understands well the uses of honey compared to vinegar, and has a tendency to act rather suave. While he may flirt, he makes no promises; and keeps his cards tucked to his chest. Relationships he may dabble in, but uncommitted he remains: He has a commitment that will always be more important than anything else. Deceptive in nature, though not inherently a liar Rellik is always overlooked when it comes to the wickeder side of things. He's everyone's best friend until he's sliding that knife into your back. With his light, ever changing accent he and a startling ability to walk in whatever social circle he choose to Rellik is impossible to pin to any one situation: He exchanges his mask as quick as a performer.
His loyalty is completely for the “Boss” as he calls him, his mentor Redrum. While he doesn't hero-worship the other dog he certainly looks up to him with a fondness found between teacher and pupil, and perhaps on another level between father and son; or younger and older brothers. His loyalty to the other dog is absolute and unchanging, and unfettered by such things as favors, and owing. He simply stands beside Redrum because of a familial sort of adoration, and for Rellik family is everything, bound by blood or not.
Smart as a whip, and quick on his paws Rellik can dance circles around people who underestimate him without even thinking about it. While he does his best to follow the Boss' orders he also understands the uses of thinking on his own. Those who are taken under Rellik's protection are defended to the utmost, and if they are harmed he will go to extremes to make sure they are avenged. Though the face that Rellik shows the world at large, and in general, is that of a pleasant above board businessman of sorts, the fact remains that lurking beneath the surface is a hardened dog who's willing to bloody his paws at the drop of a hat; and he'll smile that bland friendly smile while he does it to. In truth Rellik is something of a chameleon he uses his ability to blend in to float in just about any social circle with little to no trouble; as a result his accent changes depending on the situation he's in.
History:
Some dogs say that he was born one Valentino to a pampered house pet, and her snobby mate; other dogs claim he was born on St. Valentines day in the gutter near the old used car lot. Still others claim he was born from a tragic love story that no one knows the ending to. Someone else all together claims he's called St. Valentine because of his sometimes flirtatious personality. Truth is: Any of them could be true, and they could all be lies. The facts? Well the fact of the matter remains that none of its true, it's all just rumor; some of which Rellik probably started himself.
All of Rellik's memories of his birth family are very vague, and mostly just impressions and snatches of conversation that occasionally wander through his head when he thinks hard enough. What he does know is that when he was young, barely capable of surviving on his own he was left to his own devices; just another piece of gutter trash on the streets of a particularly harsh street; and for a forgettable ugly little thing like himself it was a bad day to be alive. He was a nameless orphan, and no one cared for his existence. He was shunted from alley way to alley way, dodging cars and teeth and whatever else came his way: If anything could be said for him he was a tough little scraper, and one day he managed to nip the nose of a particularly aggressive assailant hard enough to draw blood before he fled down one of the many hide-y holes.
Over the next week or so he dodged the dogs who were looking for him, craving for revenge. Like all things though, they managed to corner him one day and as the pup cowered in the gutter his life was changed forever. A large dog came down and chased them off; and the nameless little pile of pup flesh rather though he looked like an avenging god. He didn't know, and probably never will, why Redrum saved him that day; the fact that he did was enough for him. The big dog spared him a glance, and was off and for some reason unknown to the nameless pup he followed him. He remained skittish, hiding in the shadows whenever the big dog would peer back at him, but persistently dogging the older males tracks. He was never really sure when it happened, but one day Redrum was just there; telling him something: A lesson for living on the street, and doing it well, before he walked off like nothing had changed. That day, the nameless street rat was gone, and Rellik St. Valentine was born in his place. He didn't name himself, but that's what he was called from then on: That's what all the other dogs called him, and thats who he was.
Rellik quite literally, just appeared.
Rellik blossomed under Redrum's tutelage, and while at one point he may have worshiped the ground his mentor walked on time, and experience changed that. He picked up one things with ridiculous speed and quickly inserted himself into the underworld; He was Rellik St. Valentine, Redrum Dog's second. During his time of learning under Redrum he garnered the scar on his foreleg during his first real fight; it was his first real 'blooding' so to speak, and for some reason it's never lost its inflamed coloration; though it only pains him occasionally: Rell likes to say it hurts when troubles coming. In his early months, before he was more well known he'd run spy and infiltration; or shadow targets and gather information but eventually he gave that up delegating such tasks to his own little rat pack of underlings that he had amassed in his service to the Boss. These were the family Rellik built for himself: The Terriers. The oldest, Martel a female Fox Terrier was like the mother he barely remembered, Purple a Manchester Terrier, was Rellik's constant rival: As well as they watched each other's back's they pushed each other to better heights (It was Purple, who gifted Rell with his floppy ear, actually. Jino and Calliope; twin jack Russel terriers, and the youngest: a pair of orphans that Rellik had saved, much like Redrum had saved him. They were his family, and anyone who messed with them would have to deal with St. Valentine himself; face that bland smile, and know that it was all you'd see before you stood before heaven's gates.
Things went swimmingly for a good while, until that day when Redrum decided to expand the operation and left the city; leaving Rellik in charge. That was when things started to really heat up. The street dogs, even some of the pets: Even those that worked for them, decided to test the Rellik. Fights became more common, and St. Valentine and his Terriers were run ragged as they continued to quell opposition, until one day it all came to a head when a sleeper in the organization let some of the rivals in and Rellik and his Terriers were forced to flee from the city; He's off to find the Boss now and report in, he only hopes that his news won't deem him to have a black mark. His Terrier's have scattered, and Martel was lost in the attack; worries over his 'family' are left behind as he runs full pelt toward Harlow, not bothering to stop and rest for more than a few moments.
Other:
I decided to keep the post thing on here since its like Story time. xD
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Post by Maybe ♫ on Jul 27, 2008 10:59:35 GMT -5
Aw, I love him. ACCEPTED.
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