Typhoon|M|Barzakh Alpha

[[Pideaux]]

º ßasics º

Calling: Typhoon

Age: 3

Gender: Male

Species/Breed: Domestic Canine/Rottweiler

º I §ee you £ooking at me º

Pelt/Hair color and length: Short and dense, smoother to the touch than an average Rottie. Typical Rottweiler markings, black coat with rust markings on legs, feet, muzzle and above eyes.

Eye color: Brown

Build (height, weight, overall structure): German build, thick and strong. Rather tall for a male Rottweiler, standing at around 29 inches and weighing in at 120 lbs. Blocked head, rather threatening looking.

Detailed Description (or picture):

º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º

History: See Tsunamis history.

Typhoon hated the idea of hurting his master, but he was going to protect his family no matter what it took. After the rampage, Typhoon assumed all was well and things could only get better. He had a plan and idea in his head of Tsunami and himself living out the rest of their years side by side. She needed his help. And now he was going to devote his time and life to keeping her safe.

Personality: Although quite threatening looking, Typhoon has a heart of pure gold. Violence is something he sees as only a last resort. Some would consider him sexist, but he doesn't see it that way. His train of thought stems from his sisters apparent neediness of him. He treats all females with the up most respect and compassion. Family is everything to him and he would easily get himself killed to protect something so valuable. He never acts on impulse and even if he has his mind set on a plan, he will ask for other opinions on the subject and take them to heart. He may seem foolish for having such a open heart towards others, but he wouldn't change himself for the world.

º †here's No Place £ike Home º

Parents: Deceased
Siblings: Tsunami (Sister)
Other Family: None
Friends: None
Group: Eventually Barzakh. But I'd like to RP him with Metnal fir... I'll just mention plots later >.<
Rank: I'll fill out an application for Alpha male of Barzakh soonish XD

º Prove ¥ourself º

Where did you find us? AROUND!
RPG Sample:...

Life outside of the facility was much harder than the Standard Poodle ever expected. It wasn't so much that it was physically hard, the fragile male found that he had to do really little to no work to stay fit and healthy. However, his mind was eating away at itself. He found himself talking to no one but himself, mumbling about different aspects of life outside of the kennels. There was nothing to figure out here, there was nothing to investigate. The brute was slowly going insane, if he wasn't before. When the idea struck him out of nowhere, he was astonished that he hadn't thought of it before. He knew what he needed and now, he was trying his paw at it for the first time. The same feelings of wonderment and growing intelligence graced his heart as he watched the smaller fidgety canine shiver at the edge of the cliffs. He was looking down to the pointed rocks far below that were constantly splashed with the cold salty waters. Alexander wore an expression on his face that suggested he was severely unimpressed and becoming growingly impatient. When the smaller white dog looked over at his Alpha with a sorrowful look etched into his eyes, Alexander didn't flinch. His scowl deepened and the dog realized that his Alpha wasn't fooling around in the slightest.

Alexander couldn't do the same kinds of procedures that they did at the facilities, but he could push the mind. He could see how far it would go, how long it would last until it broke. This experiment was to test how far a dog would go for something he completely believed in. The dog had been with Alexander and his pack for quite some time now. He felt as if he owed the Alpha his life. And now Alexander expected him to prove it. The dog was going to die regardless. After such a terrifying experience, he would be useless to Alexander. His options were to jump from the cliffs, to sacrifice himself for his Alpha in a useless way or to be thrown from the cliffs. The poodles gaze was unwavering, staring down the white canine whom he had yet to remember the name of. Hector? Harlem? Something like that, unimportant to his psychological experiments.

The wind picked up and blew a stinging wind into the Alphas eyes, causing him to wince slightly. He had enough. He was putting himself in an uncomfortable situation by waiting any longer, he wanted to get out of the wind. Still watching the canine pacing on the edge of the cliff, Alexander spoke to the canine next to him. "Useless. Take care of it."

Alexander turned to leave, not even bothering to watch the scene that would play out as a few of the canines began to frantically laugh, watching death creeping towards the experiment. The white dogs eyes went wide with fear, a low whine escaping his throat as his body huddled to the ground, unsure what to do. His mind had been broken now, it didn't work as it should. Didn't tell him to run, to ignite the survival instinct. Alexander was happy with this study.