Post by Audrey on Oct 25, 2009 6:18:18 GMT -5
Basics
Name: Dragon
Age: Seven years
Gender: Female
Species: Mackenzie Valley Wolf
Pack: ...
Rank: ...
Height: 3'0''
Weight: 145 lbs.
Length: 6'11''
Mother:
Father:
Siblings: Estranged; long forgotten
Mate: //
Offspring: //
Appearance
Wielding a great deal of height and width even by the standards of a breed largest among the several subspecies of wolf, Dragon sports a rugged, aged and distinctively coarse pelt comprised of three colors and scar tissue. At its apex oozes a black like spilled oil, marred only by faded red and a foreboding gray akin to lingering storm clouds, the entire disregarded mess wrapped tightly over every thick bone and tendon while each color melds seamlessly into the next with curling, jagged spikes. Calculating eyes, their surrounding flesh curiously sunken in, mimic the ooze of virile toxic from a serpentine fang, their uninviting, throbbing pierce an inorganic master at cowing the weaker beast. Expressions are always the same while movements are incongruously slick considering her girth, reminiscent of a large lizard of some sort in that they are rendered doubly surprising by her normal gait, which is listless and almost sluggish. Summarily she is a formidable tank among dogs, inside of which perhaps operates a crew of Lucifer's most damned and her weaknesses are limited, yet middle age has begun to catch up with the beast, graying her snout and stiffening joints here and there, despite how she refuses to yield to such an inevitable decline of muscle work and general stature – she has slowed, and it shows whether she'd like it to or not.
Personality
Laconic and meticulous, her leitmotif of silence would seem to withhold a dissonant and uncongenial backdrop pregnant with ugliness that may easily remind observers of a serial killer, just scarcely amiable enough even through an asocial nature while adjacent stood a freezer stuffed to the brim with dismembered bodies. Dragon's demeanor is nearly masculine in sheer stoic influence combined with physical authority, emotions firmly leashed and called into play almost economically, little buttons she can press to advance her goals and summon the necessary facade of hatred during battle, meager events she wins through kamikaze violence appalling and unexpected from this feral android who appears to float apathetically through life. A beast of many contradictions, of grim philosophy, of cryptic riddles.
Ultimately the animal is best described as unfettered, utterly neutral morally and psychologically, committing herself to any task without restriction or limitations – whether it is nursing sick puppies back to health or devouring them alive that will obtain her what she desires, it will be done. Failure is very often irrelevant and regret is impossible, the universe a gigantic map and tactical advice the only inhibition she'll dignify with humorless regard, never swayed by pleas or snaps or threats of punishment, all of which garner the same sangfroid stare. Some surmise Dragon suffered long ago an event of horrific trauma off-kilter to normal canine experience that caused her to squelch her affect so, to become a knight Templar who perhaps fancies herself a force of justice in a willingly blind world, while others would be more audacious and deem her a sociopath, the former unknowable while the latter is simply untrue – she lacks irresponsible impulsion and manipulation – but either way would most folks always have a theory about the quiet ones, prying hands that grasp at Pandora's box.
Summarily her enigma matters little and shall remain chiefly undecipherable – she is loyal enough to the highest bidder, a competent renegade, and truly no lawful battalion could ask for more.
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