Username:
PurpleRain
Name:
Sarge
Age:
Around 5-8 years
Breed:
German Shepherd
Personality:
Sarge is very smart, and very brave. He is very strong, and strong-willed. He is loyal, and can get around pretty much every obstacle in his way. He is very experienced in fighting, hunting, and getting over obstacles. He is a magnificent dog, who has been through alot in his life. He is kind, caring, and sticks up for everyone. He is respected by many, is a good person, and a great friend, or ally to have.
Crush:
Impress Me
Mate:
Impress Me
Siblings:
Unknown
Pups:
3 males. Unknown where they are.
Home:
He never stays in one place often.
History:
Sarge has been on the police force for years. He was first brought to the facility when he was only 3 months old, going through training courses for pups. His family has been police dogs for as long as he could remember. He grew, from a young 3 month old, to a strong, handsome 1 year old. Even by then, he was already one of the best police dogs in the city. They say he was one of the "Lucky Ones," The one from the litter, that was the strongest, and had the power of a leader. He was in the police force, for all his life, and even had a mate, and three pups at one time. He was given many amazing awards, and was said to be the best police dog in the city. But when he was on a mission, chasing a criminal, who ran into an un-stable building. He and his partner where inside, looking, when the whole building collapsed. Sarge was separated by his partner, and wasn't found. When he woke up, he pushed his way through the rubble and debris, to find that it was darker now, and everyone had left, thinking Sarge had been killed. He still wears his police collar, which says "Top police dog," and then his name underneath. He doesn't talk about his past much anymore. He never tried to get back in contact with his mate, or sons. He even had a few siblings at the police station. Only a few of the dogs at the police station know he is alive.
Other:
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Username:
PurpleRain
Name:
Chance
Age:
1 year
Breed:
Siberian Husky, Wolf mix
Personality:
Chance is a kind hearted dog, who is strong-willed. He never gives up easily, and never backs down from a fight. He isn't aggressive, but when someone says something rude about his old owners, he attacks them, out of sorrow, and anger. He is a funny person, who loves to make people laugh. He likes to be around his friends, and will protect his friends with his life. He is a fierce fighter, and hunter both. He is experienced in fighting, and hunting, and is very good in both. He is a good person, and a great friend or ally to have.
Crush:
Impress Me
Mate:
Impress Me
Siblings:
Unknown
Pups:
Home:
He never stays in one place often.
History:
He was born in a shelter, along with 4 other siblings. His mother had been a dog currently rescued, who happened to be pregnant when they found her. They where cared for, and raised by the workers at the shelter. By the time he was only 3 months old, he was restless, and full of energy. He watched, as his siblings where adopted, one by one, until it was only he and his mother left. A kind family soon came, and adopted him, and picked out a name for him. Ace, they decided to call him. His mother was adopted soon after, by another loving family. In his new family, there where two young boys, and their parent. The kids where full of energy, just as he was. He grew, from a young 3 month old pup, to a strong, handsome, loyal 1 year old, as bold and magnificent as ever. A red bandanna hung around his neck, which the two boys picked out for him. One night, He woke up, startled. He could smell a thick, alerting scent. Smoke. And lots of it. He got up immediately, and went to go investigate. He came into the kitchen, and saw a large fire had started. He quickly ran, to try and alert his humans. None of them would listen to him. They groaned tiredly and pushed him away. The smoke was now all throughout the house, the fire now very big, and spreading to the rest of the house. One of the young boys woke up, and started coughing. The other boy, and their parents where still asleep, ignoring everything, yet inhaling in the toxic smoke. The boy awake clung to Ace, and he helped the boy out of the house. When Ace was in his puppy-hood, the family had taught him how to open their front door. This came to great use right now. He hurried, and opened the door, helping the boy out. He took him over to the lawn, and let him lay there, then ran back inside, to try and get the rest of the family out. But by the time he got there, everyone was blocked off, by the fire. He constantly tried to find a way to get to everyone, but he couldn't. Ace returned to the boy outside, and sat down with him, his eyes sad, and filled with worry. The boy sat up a bit, and grabbed onto his dog, who he had picked out that day at the shelter that long time ago. There, after a few minutes of sitting there, the boy died, from the amount of smoke he breathed in. He died, holding onto his best friend. The fire department then arrived, and stopped the fire. Ambulances came, and took the boy's body away. Ace was left, alone. His red bandanna burnt here and there from the fire. He will never forget this day, where he saved his very best friend.
Other:
Has a red bandanna around his neck, which is burned in places. (See in his history why.)
