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"Most dogs will choose between whether they are a lover or a fighter. But I am both."
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Name: "Sam."
Nickname: "I have never really had a nickname. Although my human did call me 'boy' sometimes. I never understood why.."
Gender: "I am a brute."
Age: "I do not know my exact age, but it is somewhere between 2½ and 3 years old. "
Breed: "I am a strong German Shepherd."
Rank: "I am labeled as a hunter, but I like to think of myself as a guard or scout."
Pack: "I am a proud member of the East Central Park pack."
Born a stray?: "Nope. I've only been a stray for about a year."
History: "Oh, shall we have a seat while I tell you about my oh so interesting past? Wrong. There's nothing that I find too fascinating about my history, nothing special or spangly. I was born into the streets, like half of the other dogs in my city. Dog snatchers came. My mom hid my siblings and I while she tried to lead the catcher away. She got caught and loaded into the truck. Me, being not the brightest pup, got out of hiding and followed after her. The catchers saw me and got me too. Bing bang boom, then I was in a shelter. I got adopted and yeah , whatever. I was trained actually as a guard dog. I liked it, it was fun I guess. But one night, three people broke in. I did my job as best as I could, I got one of 'em. The one that I had got, well, he had a knife. He sliced open my shoulder. Oh did it hurt. I was going to go after him again, but my gosh, that big..juicy...steak. They threw it into my kennel, I went after it. They locked me in, the dang fleabags. After my owner came and saw the damage and things gone from his house, he looked for me immediately. When he saw me locked in my kennel with the steak, boy did he get angry. He brought me into his car. My owner drove deep into the city, where I had never gone, and stopped the car. He tossed me out before quickly swerving away. I tried to follow him, but the car was so fast. I tried to find my way home, but just probably got even further lost. I have yet to find my old home, but at this moment, I'm not too sure if I want to."
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Body Description: "My coat is very dense, especially my hackles. This aides me in a fight because when my enemy attempts to latch onto me, they usually just end up with a jaw full of fur. It's terrible in summer though, as I can get very hot under it. I am average size for a brute, but my coat makes me looked bigger. Although thick, my coat is slicked back and always lays flat, with an exception for my hackles. My size definitely won't intimidate enemies, but that doesn't faze me. Of what size I have is made up of basically muscle. Also, what I lack in size, I make up for in speed and agility. My legs are longer than an average males, which causes my speed and agility to go up. You could call me somewhat burly. My legs are thick and strong, definitely not spindly. Even though I'm just average for a male, I do have a lot of muscle. You can see it easily as I walk. Basically all of my weight is made up of muscle. So yeah, I guess you could call me well built and muscular."
Scar/Disabilities: "I have a scar over my left shoulder, from the knife wound."
Eye Color: "My eyes are a chocolate brown, with waves and streaks of a caramel coloring throughout them."
Fur Color: "My coat is mainly made up of the same shade of tan and black. Where I have large patches of tan, there are often slightly different shades of tan within them. There's a few strands and specks of a very light tan by my ears, chest, and on my muzzle. They appear white from a distance, but they aren't. I have some small strips of brown bordering the tan and black. My coat isn't necessarily what you would call largely multicolored though."
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Personality: "My personality is, well, all over the place. It's hard to describe in a few sentences. Sometimes I will seem cold and stand-offish, but at other times I will be like a puppy again. Although I may seem like a serious old brute, I do like to have fun and play. I will most likely be friendly and nice from the start, but once I warm up to you a little bit more I will seem more happy-go-lucky. I often will just go with the flow. I will flirt will faes, but I don't make it a daily routine. I most certainly do have an aggressive side. I am definitely not one who you would want to cross paths with when I'm angry and temperamental. I will risk my life defending the ones I care about and love, along with my pack. I would rather die in a fight for my pack than to be ashamed of myself and give up. Ever since that incident in my history with the break in, I will never give up. That feeling that I got when I disappointed my owner, it was the worst feeling I could have possibly gotten. I don't want to disappoint my pack."
Likes: "I do like to go swimming in the summer and spring to cool off. I do get quite hot with such a thick coat. I also do like to rough house and play. I like to have fun and run. Sometimes I just like to be alone though."
Dislikes: "Brutes who are too arrogant. Definitely. Also faes who go around and flirt with every brute there is. I know I may sound like a hypocrite, but I don't flirt with faes every second I see one. I don't want to begin to fall for somebody, then find out they do the same thing to every other brute. I don't like losing fights as well, but eh, who does?"
Fear: "Are you kidding me? Of coarse I don't have any, heh heh, fears...no, none at all. Alright don't tell anybody but I really don't like fire..and I have a fear of not being good enough, disappointing."
Crush: "None...yet."
Other: "Nothing that I know of."
