I'm No Saint-Admiral

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Name ;; Admiral
Nickname ;; None
Age ;; Four Years
Gender ;; Male
Breed ;; Doberman Pinscher x American Pitbull Cross
Appearance ;;
Admiral's head is large and slightly bulky and square-like with a 'knob head' which is desired in both his breeds. His muzzle is longer, more like his dominant pinscher breed, but thicker and slightly brindled in the tan places that appear on his neck and jaw. His ears are not cropped, he has never seen the vet and never will, and so the lay in a perfect v shape, that only raise forward to touch the tip to his eyes when he is alert.
His eyes are unusual, a bright yellow-ish green that seems to stare you down and find you weaknesses, which is what he does. His body is deep barreled and thick, though he is not overweight, he isn't overly muscular. His chest though, may be the one exception, from both breeds he inherited the muscular impressive chest, that is covered in very slick fine black hair, that causes him to seek shelter when it gets below 50 degrees, or he freezes ,which runs over his entire body. He is slim as most street dogs are and rather medium-sized, not tall his legs are thick and athletic, carrying him for many miles easily, his tan stockings are very brindled, dark brown seems to wrap over and across his legs.

History ;;
His father, Takar, was a champion among the dogs in his city, renown for his simply stunning fighting skills and strategies. He ruled over the dominating pack, cleaning up the city's strays and forcing most to join him or submit to him. All those who opposed his will were seen as possible threats and he had them disposed of. In fact, his power was complete and absolute. None in the city boundaries could equal him in brilliance, until Admiral was born.

His mother was as interesting as they can get. His dam was a self-absorbed, tearful, witty, and a bi-polar pregnant dog. She played off male's emotions and toyed with them, or played witty tricks on them. Then she would suddenly turn violent and abusive, sending her into fits of mad, raging tears. She lived within the city pack, disturbing the ranks with her outrageous behavior. Finally Takar decided to take action and either kill her or drive her out. Then he was told she was with-pups. His pups. Undeniably the only pups he had ever managed to conceive. Thus this insane, bi-polar, cry baby was deemed the Alpha Female. Takar never fell in love with the vixen herself, but with the pups she bore him. Five strong, approvingly healthy cubs. Five boys, and one illegitimate pup, born before they were wed. Rakesh; Blithe; Effects; Azurite; Premonition; and Admiral.

However, as the pups grew, and it became obvious quickly that only two cubs hadn't completely inherited their mother's defects. Blithe and Admiral. The two were each one of a kind.

Blithe was a considerate, smart, good leader that protected his family fiercely. He believed nothing was more important than his family. He fought considerably well and was a terrific candidate for the position for the next Alpha Male. He even seemed to do his father proud and thrived in the pack. However, Admiral was the real heir. He wasn't paid any attention at first because of his unworthy birthplace. It soon changed when he proved that he could take on the pack's commanding warriors by out-witting them. He swiftly rose as the choice for the next leader. but he was a illegitimate child, and in the hierarchy it would be unacceptable for him to become the leader. Outraged and indignant, Admiral fought with his family often and began to challenge his father's leadership whenever possible. Meanwhile his other brothers, Rakesh, Effects, Premonition, and Azurite created havoc throughout the pack and unsettled the warriors. Many top warriors said it would be best to dispose of them and the mother, suggesting that Takar get rid of them.

This couldn't go well for the pack and it didn't. After a mere month it was apparent that even the great Takar could be out-smarted, beaten, and bested by the unworthy son. The favorable son would never be able to out-do his brother and the others only caused destruction that went unchecked and unchallenged. In short, chaos. One Commanding General, called Xues, decided the easiest thing to do would be to slay the entire family. The pack as a whole struck at the family in the middle of the night, battling furiously to end the turmoil that had began with the discovery of these cubs within a monster's belly.

The mother was killed easily, swatted away like a pesky fly. Their 'leader' was a different matter all together. He took them out by the fives, displaying once again why he was the king. Takar fought courageously for his children, killing by sheer numbers for their sake. Before he to was ganged up on and slaughtered. Enraged, all the brothers launched themselves into the fray to avenge their father. Blithe was the fiercest, defending his defected brothers like a furious mother. Rakesh, Effects, Premonition and Azurite were his family and he battled only for them. They killed more than could be counted before they too were slain.

Admiral's mind couldn't handle the disastrous turn of event that night. He started into the bloodthirsty fray intending to die with his family, bravely and fittingly. But something broke inside him when he felt all his brothers fall, the last of his kin. His soul tore apart and he became a smarter, fiercer, brutal, and crazier version of his mother's personality. Admiral had hidden his defectiveness for two years now, but he couldn't hide it any longer. He transformed into the devil, and those fighting him were in hell.

The rest of the story is history. He survived. How... unknown. He disappeared from that city's borders in order to leave his past behind him. And so he arrived here, passing off as a simple stray brute for one year. but who knew how long that would last...



Role Play Sample ;;
The sky was dark, as the sun set low in the sky like it always did. The moon was bright tonight, finally full after a whole month of waiting. Admiral sighed as he wondered why most Dire members always talked about the ferocity of the sun. He scoffed in their faces, he marveled the moon instead, seeing as it seemed to fit him perfectly. It was ever changing and always different, and it seemed to scare many of the dogs around him, which was rather similar.
His body lay on the cool floor of the church, and it was the only Dire pack land he had traveled to, but had found the raised ceiling and the walls that depicted the Dooms Day to suit him well, and the statues of the Virgin Mary.
Out back was a grave-yard and Admiral smirked as he remembered coming across a fresh grave, it was a good thing the humans stayed down there, only dogs should be the ones to become part of the earth.

He had only been in these lands for a few months now, and yet had meet a few interesting characters. He had scared the crap out of two dogs at the State Fairgrounds, and the thought still brought a huge smile to his face, yellow teeth stretching into a more of a grimace, and a hollow cough of a laugh barked forth from deep inside his barrel chest.
Then he had meet a young Aysel deserter, Revel. That he remembered his name was one thing, and he was still puzzled by the young yet wise dog., his white coat had been spotless the last time they had seen each other, almost as if it was symbolism to the young dog’s innocence. But their meeting had been destroyed by some schizophrenic 'demon-possessed.' German, who had rather gotten on his nerves, before as soon as he had come, disappeared back into the shadows.
Then he had wandered off and come across the lovely little London who was right now bearing his first children, and he really smiled, the smile reaching those strange yellow eyes as he remembered the fun it had been to have her plead at his paws, before he made her regret ever being a female.

So he had headed here, ready for a very long rest, and he sighed as his skeletal frame stretched across the concrete floor, bones settling there very slowly, and he closed his eyes, the large black nose flaring to make sure none could sneak up on him. But the wind pushed him a scent, one that wasn’t the musty scent of a Dire and he growled with pleasure, imagining what to do to the poor intruder, such as gut him or strangle him, it didn’t matter which.
Long black claws didn’t make a sound as he headed downwind of his quarry. He paused as he examined the fresh grave only a few yards away and then his eyes came across the dog. He was a whitish-yellow and Admiral was almost about to spring, in fact his body was tensed as he tried to fight the real urge to jump and rip the dog, the darker side of him was ready to rip the other dog apart.

But his eyes recognized the dog, who was a young male and he stopped, the glint in his yellow eyes faded and was replaced by a more humane looking glare. He slowly trotted forward, soundlessly and his deep voice set out a loud entrancing bark, “ This seems familiar.” He smiled, a real intimidating grin

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