Name:
Jack

Alias:
Mr. Jack

Age:
Seven

Gender:
Dog (male)

Eye Color:
The base color of his eyes is a bright neon blue. The right eye has pink and yellow spots in it, the left has pink, yellow and purple spots and streaks. In the right light, his eyes seem to glow.

Appearance:
Height ;; 32 inches
Weight ;; 178 pounds
Coat color ;; His base color is a dark, deep tan. This color is threaded through with dark brown guard hairs, and his face is scattered with white. These white hairs cluster over his face and half way down his muzzle, following to gather on his lower jaw and throat. It scatters out again over his cheeks and out to his chest. His toes are also white, and the hairs scatter up his forelegs, until it darkens out to the darker brown of the rest of his legs. There are white socks on his hind legs and the rest of his leg is a dark brown up to the front of his knee, where it scatters out under the deep tan, his tail is also deep tan scattered with dark brown hairs that gather at the tip. There are a few scattered white hairs in the very tip of his tail. His nose is light liver colored.
Coat length ;; A little shorter than average, about a half inch shorter.
Body structure ;; He carries an armory of muscle, though it remains smooth, giving him just enough cut to look rugged. If you imagine a human logger, you would have Jack pinned. He has the build to give him the athleticism needed for endurance and speed, his muscled frame gives him the strength. A fantastic all rounder, and not bad on the eyes either.
Scars ;; Jack has scars on his forelegs and muzzle from previous fights. There are four long thin scars on his right side, going up and over his back; these are the result of a cougar attack. He has several scars on his ruff, some of which are visible when he raises his hackles, the fighting style he uses not really letting his enemies get his face. He is missing a toe on his left hind paw, a turtle incident he isn't too keen on talking about.


Personality:
There are good days, these are often portrayed by a rather even tempered beast. The male hardly raising his voice above a mere whisper, these are the days he remembers what has happened, and they are also when you will find him at his most...pleasant. If such a thing exists at all within the dreary brute. His eyes on these special days seem to be clouded with memories of his past, but he is always stuck in the present, wishing with every beat of his heart that he could just go back and undo everything. Regret and a hollow seeming guilt lay thick in his voice, each time it is opened he spouts nothing but misery. These are his good days.

Then, there are the bad days. He becomes a dog divided, rage filling his every waking thought. The wolves he meets constantly under threat. A mad beast with fire in his gaze, death on his mind, and destruction in his wake he moves in near constant pain from the memories. His head aches and his muscles quake with his anger. He snaps at anyone who comes too close to him, but always he tries to hold himself back. Feeble attempts to stop himself before he takes it too far, but the rage will always win. It consumes his mind as fire consumes dried grasslands, his only thought becoming death, and the ghosts that haunt his past come to the present.

Finally, the dog days. When he is deeply regretting the actions of the previous mood. When he wakes up in the pools he has made, realizing just what he has done for how ever long that bad day has lasted, he shatters. He simply lays quiet after cleaning the blood from his pelt. He won't speak, doesn't truly look at anything, hardly eats. This cycle continues, the past he runs from hardly letting up on his flight, not a day goes by that he will not think of it. But, maybe his future lays within Moladion, and perhaps he can find something to break this bitter spell on him.

Otherwise, he is a very kind and gentle male, though he possesses a hair trigger. He is a bit of a ladies' man. Loves puppies.

History:
This is something he will never tell. Not even to me...

Imprintability:
Yes, please.

OOC:
Apollymi

dog :: seven :: unattached :: unbound :: unchained
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