Post by ajpick18318 on Mar 24, 2012 13:22:31 GMT -5
THOR
"I believe I've waited long enough..."
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
NAME Thor
GENDER Male
NICKNAMES n/a
AGE 9 years
BREED Labrador Retriever / Border Collie
SEXUALITY heterosexual
PACK? loner
HI I'M THOR AND THIS IS ME:
APPEARANCE;Thor was a strong and brilliant dog back in the days of his youth. With a nice lean and muscular build he stood towering over his opponents and ready for the worst. He has a sleek face with a strongly built mouth and jaws. However, his ivory fangs now show a jagged, stained-yellow color with many broken bits. He also has many scars upon his face that once held elegance and beauty. His ears are torn and shredded and his well-refined muscles warn with age. His once glossy coat is now dirty and held in clumps. The pure black of his coat is now speckled with dabs of white and grey – specifically around his face and paws. The fur upon his paws has begun to fall off from an irritated skin disease. His ribs can be seen from his sides as malnourishment has begun to take its toll. He has become thin and old, his bones beginning to show signs of arthritis. He walks with a limp from injuries long past. His chocolate brown eyes are also glazed over with age and he has begun to lose his overall sight.
PERSONALITY;Given his name for a reason, Thor was a champion dog fighter after losing his luxurious life. However, he has never lost his kind side and only fights to survive. He is an extremely loyal companion and friend while also wise with age. Although he has become fragile physically he is mentally strong and willing to fight and stand up for what he believes in. He has remained in the same basic mentality his entire life. Now, living on the streets, he may appear a bit menacing due to his battle scars or weak due to his age but he harbors a kind heart and open mind.
HISTORY;Born on a farm, Thor hardly remembers his parents and - due to brain trauma - can hardly remember his original masters. Back in his first couple years of life he lived with a couple who had adopted him and trained him as a herding dog. He was a prized competition winner until the day that he so foolishly ran away in pursuit of a sleek, red car.
After being recovered by another human and exchanged amongst masters for the next few months his life would never be the same. He received a "permanent" home after a short while. Of course, this was not an ideal home. Kept in a small cage, he was irritated and "punished" each and every day by his master. Every couple of days he would be placed in a pit facing another canine - the look of murder in its eyes. He learned to fight for his life, and succeeded in each until he grew to seven years of age. His elder-like state had rendered him useless in the arena. Thankfully, he was spared as the humans tore the two apart before he could lose complete consciousness.
The dog was left in the arena to die, his body to rot, only moved to prevent the latter. A kind-hearted human arrived none to soon to take the large canine to a vet where he was stitched up and promised a nice home. However, once he regained consciousness, he was up and barking in his new cell. Although it was larger and more fit for a dog his size he felt uncomfortable. During a time outside the large dog freed himself by biting the hand of the man who held him and ran, never to look back.
He arrived outside of the trailer of the man who had left him to die, whining and barking. The man acknowledged him only once before ignoring the begging dog. Thor waited outside the small home everyday, awaiting a time to be let back in. A little after a week the black dog took his leave, hunger overtaking him. After leaving he never looked back.
He now wanders the streets of Genesis, a typical stray in the fight for survival.
YOUR NAME Mjolnir
how do you measure, measure a year
