ACCEPTED - Junius [Domestic]

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Name:
Junius

Gender:
Male, In-tact

Age:
3 years

Breed:
Doberman Pinscher

*Stray or Domestic:*
Domestic, but certainly no pet.

Personality:
One thing for sure is that this dog has a mean streak a mile high. He doesn't like any humans, at all. Never has, probably never will. He dislikes most dogs, and other animals are best left at the door. He'll bite the hand that feeds him at any chance he gets, just because he can. Junius' temper is set on a hair trigger, and the littlest thing can set him to snapping like a rabid beast. The humans he's around don't trust him for a second, keeping a muzzle on him when they have to handle him. It's for a good reason. He particularly as a lot of hate for children and men, why? There are many reasons for the last, the first however, comes from the fact that he's a guard dog. The neighborhood brats seem to think its fun to taunt the massive dog until his slathered with slobber, and trying to gnaw through the heavy duty fencing he's behind.

Looking into his eyes you'll feel like you're meeting the gaze of a shark: blank, sharp, and intense.. All there is to see is a devastating hatred for the entire world, possibly universe. He doesn't think he needs anyone as he's never needed anyone before. He'll go down in a fight, unconscious or dead before he'd ever even think about asking for help. As far as Junius is concerned the world turned its back on him a long time ago, and now he's going to teach it why thats a bad idea.

Junius can also be a bit on the paranoid side, and is almost always highly suspicious of the motives of those around him. He wouldn't be surprised it the entire world was out to get him, but he plans on getting it first; so it doesn't really matter.

He hates to be confined, and while he'll take a leash for awhile, he absolutely looses it if he's put in a cage. He'll thrash, claw, bite, and fight to the point of horrifically injuring himself if he's in one. Junius is reckless with his own life, in the most basic of ways: He doesn't care if he ends up dead. He knows he should be dead already, and as such has no fear of the end of his existence. Perhaps the only soft thing about this monster is that he will not harm pups, he sees them as innocent, and therefore untouched by the world. He'd even protect them if it came down to it. Human babies are another matter entirely; as far as Junius is concerned the entirety of humanity deserves little more than his fangs. His dearest desire is to rip out the throat of his Master and his Master's human pets.

History:
From day one Junius was a victim of the curse of any popular dog breed. He was born in a mess of mud, stale water, and by products of life. His mother's home was a cage barely big enough for her to stand and turn around in, and his mother had the worn, weary look of a female who'd born to many litters in to short a time. All around him the world stank of dogs cramped in close quarters; the squalling of puppies filling the air like a horror story.

A puppy mill.

The owner simply bred the dogs into death to make a few quick bucks off the 'pure' breed pups. As soon as Junius and his litter mates were weened they were taken from their mother's cage and stored in another one of similar size. They had their ears cropped, and tails docked; not by a vet, but by the owner of the mill itself. The process wasn't very sanitary, at all, and one of the others ended up dead from an infection

All of his litter mates were shipped out to pet shops eventually, but Junius was taken and put in a larger outdoor cage with a bunch of other Dobermans. He'd come out a rather fine specimen of his breed, and the man wanted to use his genetics to continue his business. He never got to make use of Junius in that fashion, however, because one day when he was in dumping some food in the trough for the dog's in Junius' cage the doberman lunged and tore into his arm. Angry, the human dragged Junius off by the scruff of his neck and tossed him in a cage. Junius spent the rest of his first year of his life in that cage, and half of his second. A cage he couldn't even fully stand in. The man couldn't get him back out, Junius would tear into him every time he tried to touch him. To even feed the doberman he had to dump the food through the top of the wire mesh.

Partway through his second year of life, and some time after the man had stopped feeding him. As the man had decided Junius was useless anyway, more humans came. They began to take the dogs out of their cages, and take them away. They were being carted off to a vet and a shelter.

Upon encountering Junius they discovered his aggressive tendencies and ended up sedating him. He awoke muzzled, and in a another (though cleaner) cage.

It was decided that the best course of action would be to euthanize the doberman, and it was as they were dragging him to be put down that a man noticed him. This new man was a rich fellow, and by greasing a few palms he got himself the dog. He wanted a mean beast to guard his property, and Junius seemed perfect.

Junius would never forget his first encounter with the man: The stark white halls, and horrid nostril burning smells of the clinic, the leash tight around his throat, as he lunged and pulled. The man with his dark suit, and slick hair and stepped up to him, just out of biting range (though Junius was muzzled) and laughed as saliva flew from the doberman and simply said, "Et tu, brute?"

That's when Junius got his name.

He was forced into another cage and driven to a large estate with heavy fencing around the edges. There, he was let loose on the property. The human guards carry tranqs with them on the off chance that Junius goes for them, though he tends to just stay away, hiding in the large amount of land around the estate. He's settled down a bit, but not much. None of the humans trust the brute. It's a smart choice.

Other:
I needed a dark character to balance out how adorable Tipsy is XD;;

[Malfunction]

Lovely bio, Accepted. Have fun being evil! lol.