Pet's ID Tag:84
Name You'd Choose for It:Datenshi
Gender:Male
Reason You Want It:I think he'd really fit in well with one of my other characters, and I also fell in love with his design. Plus, I've never had a blind character before.
History/Background/Other:Species: wolf (getting to the more specific species later...)
Jobassassin
PersonalityDatenshi is a very gruff and quiet individual. He likes to get stuff done when it needs to get done, and he likes to get the job done right. He is often pugnatious, since he says things as they are and says them very bluntly. He is intelligent and crafty, and is very able of thinking on the fly. Resourceful with his surroundings, Datenshi seems to be almost the perfect assassin; although he cannot see, his hearing is sharp, his sense of smell is keen, and his sense of touch is nonpariel. He trys to be civil to those he's close to or just met, and will show no mercy to his enemys; or he just completely ignores them. Lastly, he is slightly scared of any dog breed that is used for fighting, since he was bait while he was alive.
Theme SongValentine's Day By Linkin Park
Background (from his Point of view)I died. Then how, pray tell, am I telling my story? I was brought back for the purpose of a hired killer, an assassin, a hitman. There is truely a need for those like me in the world; there is evil in the air around us...
When I was in the relm of the living, I was a red wolf, capture in my prime for the center of crule human entertainment. They used me to train fighting dogs; I was the bait. The chained me up outside on the cold and bloody ground, the rusty tow chain wrapped around my tail and neck dug deep into my skin. They let loose the meaty and scarred fighters from their from the same tow chains I had embbeded in my neck and let them tear, claw and rip me to shreads. If I were to somehow fight back against their "prized fighters", then I was beaten, stabbed, or nearly drownded untill I submitted to them. It went on like this for 5 horrible years.
Then my saviors arrived when there was nothing left of me to save... On a cold night in the middle of the human December, I was nothing. I had lost my sight and my strength, and I was sprawled out upon death's feet. Stab wounds I had recived earlier that day were now frozen and covered in snow from the blizzard that had been ragging for what seemed like an eternity. I was too weak to even shiver. My breaths were shallow and rapid, both signs of my impending demise. And when it seemed like I was about to give in to death's taunting, I saw a light through the storm, surrounded by the angry and fearful yips and barks of the fighters around me.
"Hey! He's still alive!!" the man, how had the light, shouted, waving to his comrads. They gathered around me
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.Still editing and I'll PM Azalea when I'm done with my form.