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DeSoto the basics full name • DeSoto nicknames • N/A age • 5 years old. primary standing • Soldier secondary standing • Hunter faction • Cursed Thorns species • Canis lupus familiaris (Standard Doberman) gender • Male (He/Him) sexuality • Hetrosexual the appearance origin • Oliver and Company height and weight • 2 feet and 10 inches tall and 99 lbs. overall appearance • DeSoto is a sleek, black Doberman that can be differentiated by his blue studded collar, which he never takes off. He stands in a more feral manner, tending to hunch over or crouch when idle. His eyes are a sharp yellow, and it's rare to not find him baring his teeth. the personality overall personality • DeSoto acts exactly like how the dog of a loan shark would act, being ruthless and aggressive, yet surprisingly loyal to causes that he have joined. Orders, however, are a little give and take with him, with him sometimes ignoring orders until he is forced to comply, though he never blantly disobeys. He is a more feral creature than others, and tends to act on instinct or emotion, whether it be a desire to eat something or fury that Roscoe was harmed. the history overall history •It all started to change during that wild goose chase in the subway. For all intents and purposes, the cinematic chase had gone in its familiar way, the heroes trumping over their enemies and whatnot...except the chasing villains hadn't died. A fall, and a crashed car, but no electrocution, and no incoming train. Simply a lost cat and his ragtag bunch of dogs, it was simply infuriating. They had failed the hunt, failed entirely. Yet that wasn't what DeSoto had thought, the hunt was still ongoing, after all. If he failed right now, he just had to eat that cat when he found him, and thus, collar still on, unheeding of the call of his master, DeSoto kept chasing. What allies would he find, or what new hunts he'd find, he didn't very much think about...didn't much think about how he was free, he simply chased, wild and free. the Role play sample His paws hadn't stopped hurting since days ago, as did his stomach, but what did it matter? The noticeably thinner Doberman sniffed along the streets of the city, face perpetually locked in a grimace of near fury. He didn't regret leaving his allies behind, but he was confused by now. Where exactly was he? And why didn't Roscoe follow? Maybe he was too fast? That particular thought made a spark of pride enter the dog's eyes, but it still didn't change the fact he was hunting alone. It didn't feel nice. He felt more eyes on him, people, and someone reaching for his collar. It was his! Back off! A terrible barking sent the humans scattering, and DeSoto hastily plodded into an alleyway. It might as well been unfamiliar territory for him, but it was hidden, and maybe hed finally figure out where he was. As good as his nose was, he didn't actually have the memory for the twists and turns of the city, maybe Roscoe would. Roscoe, who DeSoto would be proud to say knew what he was doing, Roscoe, might he say he was the leader? Their master certainly gave orders, but if they were right here, right now, he'd listen to Roscoe, he knew. He left the leader. So that meant, for now, he had to be the leader. Right. A jagged toothed smile crossed his face as he found himself near the boats of the city. He would never say his memory was the best, but he knew boats took you somewhere new, and he knew what being a leader was. You made tough decisions. So he made one. Until he could catch his quarry, he needed to hunt otherwise, leader's orders. He leapt upon the boat, his own bristling and growling keeping the peoples away from him. Onwards, to eat more cats or whatever else was out there. the role player alias • Drakka age • 18 years pronouns • She/Her how did you find us? • Through an ad. other characters • N/A |
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