Kennel: P11
Section: Common creatures
Name: The Beast
Breed: Dachshund experiment gone awry
Age: 2 human years old
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: I want this animal because As I was scrolling through the wares of the pound, I saw this little bugger, and I thought,
"Wow, would you look at that? What a cute little thing, how unique! I've never seen anything quite like that little thing, how creative, what an imagination his creator has," and I decided I would offer for this splendid little creature. I've always been drawn to the odder side of life, the little thread that is a little on the line of grotesque, yet so gloriously enrapturing. You don't know what it is, what it does, you're clueless, yet it beckons you with it's
oh-so-appealing fingers, pulling you in, and you cannot resist, as humans are creatures born and bred to be curious creatures. If something is intriguing enough, we find that
irresistible urge to find out more about that thing, whatever it may be, human or inhuman, living or not, we
MUST figure out it's secret's and, most times, we must own it for ourselves. As for what I'd do? Well, I 'd make sure I drew him plenty often, feral, anthro, werewolf, you name it, he'd be the most spoiled dachshund experiment gone awry you'll ever find. Art-wise, any way. this is because the way I work is if I have a character I really, Really adore (if I get him, he'll be one) Then I find myself just wanting to draw that, i get addicted, and fall into an
imperceptible pit of drawing only that character, and find it hard so claw my way out.
Personailty: Have you ever met someone who has a sick sense of humor, their jokes always involve injuries, or horrid casualties,but they manipulate and disfigure their word choice to where even if the joke is about the thing most grim, and most inappropriate thing to laugh at, you just HAVE to laugh, it's just so twisted, yet funny? If you haven't the "pleasure" of meeting anyone like this, you run into The Beast, and you can cross this accomplishment off your bucket list. Occasionally, even if he is in the middle of something extremely important, The Beast will stop and do something COMPLETELY out of the random, no matter who is watching. because you see, the thing is, The Beast's philosophy is this; "If you don't like me, how I act, what I do, what my religion is, what I eat, ANYTHING I do, I do NOT do it to please you. I don't care if you don;'t like a SINGLE thing about me, if you hate EVERY single hair on my pelt, if you absolutely DESPISE my guts, I simply do NOT care. I do not live to please you, or anyone else, so you'll just have to live with that, won't you? Because I'm not about to change, not for you, and not for anyone else." He sticks very close to this philosophy, and as he stated, will not change any time soon.
Dislikes&Likes: The Beast is very picky, and self-centered. he likes sushi, the kind with salmon roe, but no other. He'll have the occasional tidbit of squid, but perishes the thought of even sniffing the horrid bane of his existence known as octopus. He likes to read the newspaper, but only the Sunday edition, and it must be every other Sunday's edition, or he won't even spare a glance at it. He is also very picky about how he reads it.Each article is carefully read in alphabetical order, and he will only read what he deems interesting. he doesn't care much for the sports or local happenings section, but he does enjoy a quick skim through the DWI reports, and will spare some of his time to read the recent crime and murder articles, the more gory, the better. Don't bother trying to drag him to some chick flick/ sob story, or he'll shank you with that beautiful appendage of death attached to his rear end, as he hates such movies. They are a waste of time, effort, and money. Anything under rated R movies he will not even consider, the movie must be at LEAST rated R contain, violence, gore, horror, suspense, and much, MUCH massacre. His favorite movie is "The Tournament," and he watches it as many times possible in his free time.
Histroy/Backround: As a puppy, the Beast was the passive, easy-going runt of the litter, as submissive as he was, he would not really acknowledge much, and spent his time philosophizing about many things, such as the problems many other beings face in life, and the possible ways to solve them. Despite all this, he was a healthy, bright pup,and if you were careful about how you worded your invitations for him to join you for a game of keep away, or a quick round of tussling, The Beast may accept, and would find himself having a grand old time, although the reason still remains an undiscovered mystery why he did not participate in such activities very often, despite how much he enjoyed them is still a mystery. But then it all went askew as a group of sterile-smelling men came and carried the Beast away to their lab of horrors, prying him away from the safety and comfort of his life as a normal dachshund.The lab had been full of screeching experiments, ghastly faces peering out of their sterile metal prisons, moaning as they reached out for the Beat, tugging his tail, and clacking their hideous disfigured teeth reaching, reaching for him, longing to escape the hell befallen on them from the failing of the cold-hearted scientists, who were willing to sacrifice all the animals in the word for some measly cash and their name etched onto a shiny golden plaque. the Beast spent many days hunched on the experimenting platform, his eyes widening even more as he caught sight of the scientists approaching him, holding long, threatening needles, holding him down and injecting him with foul things never meant to enter the body of a dog. soon, all of these things began to take effect, clumping together to form abnormalities in his growth, the number of his appendages, and much else until the creature smirking before you was produced, a completely changed being. Once he was released from the labs, as he was no longer needed, The Beat teamed up with Zodiac look him up, he is a famous serial killer ^_^) to commit heinous murders. A little while later, he was caught, but his buddy, Zodiac escaped. Once caught, The Beast was sent to Mansfield Reformatory, where he was there for many years, and witnessed many atrocious suicides. In the cell right next to him, his cell mate, LockHeart doused himself with gas and set his cell on fire, burning himself to death. The guards quickly rant to Lockheart's aid, but a they went in, LockHeart was already dead. Blinking from the heat, The Beast watched as his cell mate's body was dragged from cell 13. Several years later, yet another occupant of Mansfield reformatory got the sheets from his cot and strung them together, tying them to the railing of the thin walkway in front of his cell, and tied the vacant end of the sheet around his neck, leaping off of the side, and thus, hanging himself (P.S: This is a true story, saw it on Ghost Adventures.). A couple months after that, The Beast escaped, and seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth.
Art: WIP
Other: none
