ρєт'ѕ ι∂ тαg:
۩ ID Number Six ۩
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ιмαgє σƒ ρєт:
ηαмє ςнσѕєη:
۩ Александр ۩
In English, this Russian name means 'Alexander'
Greek origin, and made of two Greek roots: “аlex-”, which means “defence” in Greek, and “andros”, which means “man”; the meaning of the name is “defender of man”.
gєηєяαℓ ιηƒσямαтιση:
๏ Gender ~ Male
๏ Species ~ Unknown. Seems to be a larger type of canine and commonly thought to be a hellhound. He seems to be a blood decedent of Fenrir, a monstrous wolf in Norse mythology.
๏ Measurements ~ 125 kg, 4.7 ft. tall, 5.8 ft long.
๏ Markings ~ A cream pelt with dyes of red and blue. A darker blue, is 'splattered' on the muzzle, ears, tail, and legs. Vintage red spots are dotted around the majority of the body.
яєαѕση ι ωαηт нιм:
When I was browsing through various adoption centers for a new character to home, the agency struck out. Then when I scrolled through the various characters, Alexander struck out to me. I have no idea why I love him, he didint look like a character I would be interested in. But when I started imagining him on a few different LAs, he worked extremely well. Lately, ive tended to fall in love with the art of a character, not the actual character. Though sketchy style is my favorite, the character I see in him really brings him out to me.
ρєяѕσηαℓιту:
Александр is very wise. Throughout his years of accusation of being a descendant of a monster, hes learned who to trust and knows that honesty truly is the best policy. He will only lie to the enemy, all is fair in love and war after all. Александр tends to flick his tail, a lot. Whether hes bored, angry, sad or happy, his tail tends to tick back and forth. Reminding one of a metronome.
нιѕтσяу:
A village stood, lit torches and pitchforks in their hands, above a pale, white, yelping pup, cornered in a small shed. The young animal was no bigger than a rabbit, the kind that made its home under your flower pot. And no fiercer looking than a newborn foal, struggling to stand on its own legs. The inhabitants of Гримм, a small village with no more than 75 people in it, heard the legend of this pup's pass and were more than determined to kill it.
The pup was said to come from a monster.
Fenrir.

A hellish wolf known to slaughter everything and any anything in its path.
A largely built man gripped the pup by his neck and held it up into the glow of the fiery torches.
"We will not condone this monster.
His family has hunted us for years, and we will no longer be the prey."
The townsmen emboldened the words he spoke. Believing that they were now the dominant species.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
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