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Pistol | Di Trieste | MD

Published: Oct 31, 2014

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Description

This is a new character of mine. His name is Pistol and he's brother to my Furc alt 9mm c:
He is my first to get involved with

and I am so excited to get into ARPG with this sexy ass 8D

Below is his Info and Application~

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---------------INFO---------------

Name: Pistol

Age: 1 year 2 months

Gender: Male (Intact)

Breed: Beauceron

Pack: Di Trieste

Rank: Lackey

SEP: 15

Weaknesses:

- Front left shoulder gets stiff if he rests it for too long without moving it

- Heavy amnesia about his past, suffers from bouts of short term memory loss as well

- Poor hearing due to gun going off right by his head

- Suffers from chronic headaches with varying levels of pain

- Addicted to cocaine from the drugs given to him for aggression

Strengths:

- Muscle memory in the art of dog fighting

- High tolerance to pain from being tortured and pushed to his limits

- High endurance and stamina due to rigorous training

- Cunning and intelligent thanks to Mother Nature’s generosity

- Sometimes makes poor decisions due to the influence of the headaches clouding his judgement

---------------PERSONALITY---------------

-> Loyal <-

To those he considers brethren and family. He sorely misses his brother 9mm and wonders if he is still alive or not. To replace the loss, Pistol tends to approach others for friendship first rather than fighting. Once considered friend or family, he will guard you with his life.

-> Fearless <-

This Beaceron holds no fear and will fight until his last breath without giving up. It takes quite a bit to earn his respect, but he will never fear another being no matter how hard it is beaten into him. His respect and loyalty will keep him in place though.

-> Social <-

He constantly craves the presence of others in the lack of his brother. He doesn’t necessary need to be given attention, just likes being near others.

-> Calm <-

Without the traumatic memories of his past, he has become a pretty passive guy. He prefers talking to fighting and will avoid a fight until there is no other option or to defend another. He also has no particular craving for power or dominance over another unless he believes it will help his friends and family.

-> Addict <-

Pistol is addicted to cocaine due to being given it while a pup to feed his aggression. He will look for the drug when he has free time or when out and about. When he takes it he becomes unpredictable in temperament and may lash out if anyone goads or irritates him during this period.

-> Amnesiac <-

Lost all memory of the first year of his life due to bullet wound to the head. The same wound also causes spasms of short term memory loss sporadically. If he forgets your name, don’t think he does it to belittle you, he really sometimes just can’t recall.

---------------Background---------------

Pistol and 7 others were born to a pure Beauceron line imported from France. Father was dead by that point after having lost in a dog fighting ring then shot by his owner as punishment. Separated from their mother early on so she could not attack them, the pups were cast into empty barrels for shelter, chained to the earth in the woods. They were beaten and starved, pushed to the brink of death and back as their owners tested their will, their strength, and their endurance.

After 2 months of this onslaught, 5 survived. Only then were they considered strong enough to move on to training. From there they were conditioned to develop their gameness. Their only form of socialization and contact with one another was when they were pitted against each other in rolls, controlled fights with limited physical contact to instill high levels of control. Their blood bond was strong, but were beaten and punished should they hesitate against their sibling.

They were given doses of steroids, testosterone, speed, and cocaine to incite them to attack and render them fit for fighting. Once deemed ready, they would move on to being paired with higher-level dogs. This forced them to cope with imminent defeat and push them to strive with unwavering perseverance despite the inevitable outcome. They were often given bait animals as rewards for completing tasks or reaching goals, though even these they had to chase down or fight to earn. The elements were sometimes harsher than the humans, beating them down and destroying their resolve. By the time they had passed their final tests and graduated to real matches, only 2 remained. They had earned their rank and given the names 8 and 9, the last (and youngest) of the pups in this litter of misfits to graduate to the elite class. They were each given a bullet chain to wear around their necks as symbols of their status. The bullet around one was from their father’s death, the other from their mother’s.

The two brothers began plotting their escape, now old enough to understand the ways of the humans and their guiles. They also now knew what had happened to their parents, and that the same will eventually to them. They stopped snarling and lashing out at their captors, feigning complacency. Bit by bit the brothers became the favorites and began gaining the trust of the foolish humans. This made them a target for the other dogs, each fighting to be on top. This did little to deter them, fueling their determination to rid themselves of the filth of this prison.

On the night of their first big travel to a dog fighting ring a day’s travel from these backwoods, the two formed a plan to abscond from the humans’ deadly clutches. They were thrown into crates and loaded on the back of the truck for the trip. It was them and 3 others, separated only by the thin wood of their small confines. The brothers spent the first few hours working at the latch that served as a lock. They managed to force it open, tearing their mouths, noses, and paws up in the process. They were careful to go undetected as they then worked on the others’ cages as well. Although they cared little for the fate of the others, the brothers thought the dogs would make a good distraction for them to escape. Their efforts soon wielded results as they were met with the satisfying sounds of the locks breaking under the duress. The dogs inside the crates lunged forward to attack and fight their way to their own freedom. The noise caused a commotion and the truck banged to a stop. The clever brothers convinced the others to wait for the door to open. They listened to the muted steps outside as they came around the sides to the back of the truck. There was a bang and a grating sound as the lock slid out of place. The dogs sat coiled like snakes in preparation. The door slid open and they launched themselves forward. The humans had not been prepared for this surprise at all. The other dogs stayed and exacted revenge on those that had beaten and starved them so while the brothers sprinted to the ditch.

Gunshots went off and dull thuds sounded, followed by yelps and whines as the humans recovered from their shock. They had soon finished the 3 brutes then chased after the favorites who were fleeing for their lives. The sound of bullets whizzing by only fueled their desire, pumping adrenaline into their veins. A startled yelp erupted from his brother behind him as a bullet lodged itself in his flank. 8 turned to help his brother and felt a bullet graze his eyebrow, drawing blood. He growled in pain and lunged at the one who had hit them. One had a pistol, the other a bat. His brother joined him, latching his powerful jaws around the bat, while 8 launched himself at the one shooting. Before he collided with him two more shots rang off, one burying itself in his shoulder, the other piercing through his ear. He tore at the hand until the gun was dropped then went in for the kill, aiming for the exposed throat. His brother had similar luck with the other and soon both humans met the end of their lives.

The humans had been careless, unaware that they weren’t the average dim-witted dog. They were evolved from their brethren, bred into this decaying world. Everywhere around them the ravages of wars and Mother Nature fought to consume the lands and engulf its inhabitants. Whole cities had fallen to their devastating crusades, crumbling to ruin and abandoned to rot forevermore. In this new, hostile world, various creatures and life had adapted to survive. Mother Nature spit out cruel and intelligent beings from those that used to lack in this in her struggle for dominance. No longer were humans the only being to be feared by all. Ignorant as they were, they clung to their beliefs that they were above all. The Earth had become their slums, gangs and violence bred toxic savagery within them, the new world allowing these attributes to fester and disease the human race.

Covered in blood, the brothers disappeared into the treeline before collapsing just inside. When 8 came to, he had a pounding in his head, his shoulder was sore, and he had no recollection of what had happened. He recognised his brother’s scent but knew not who he was. 9 explained and the two decided to rid themselves of the numbers assigned to them and go by Pistol and 9mm after the weapon that had caused so much damage. Without the trauma of his past needling him, Pistol became a much calmer and friendlier boy than his brother who still suffered. He was even prone to bouts of playfulness, though his brother often ended up snapping and hurting him since he had no idea what playing was or how one did it. They traveled together for a month until a fierce storm racked the land and forced the brothers apart. When the tempest calmed, Pistol went in search of his brother, but was unable to find him. Fearing the worst he left the dreaded place and began his search for new company and a home.

Here his story within Di Trieste begins.

---------------INITIATION---------------

Bullet; White Pistol | Di Trieste Initiation 1/3 | MD