Post by Dug on Aug 30, 2012 1:39:36 GMT -5
Name:
Dug
Occupation:
Canine Companion
Gender Preference:
Male
Age:
2 Years
Birthday:
February 28th
Personality:
Dug loves everything. Period. Well, everything except squirrels, cats, rabbits, birds...and most animal life. What he isn't curious about, he is wary of. Frogs especially. He's learned to avoid skunks as well [and will be all to happy to point out that they are not, in any way, strangely colored cats].
Aside from his aversion to other animals, Dug is an exceptionally warm and amiable individual. He loves to make friends, and thrives on attention. His favorite things include; chasing squirrels, belly rubs, rawhide bones, treats, and walks. He also enjoys having his fur brushed. His love is absolute and unconditional. He cares very much for his master, and will do anything in his power to make her happy. He's exceptionally well-trained, and even knows a few tricks.
Dug gets along best with small humans [also referred to by other humans as 'children'] and finds them to be exceptionally delightful. He's a very trusting individual, which often leads to him being led astray. However, his master is terrifyingly protective of him, and will go to great lengths to make any would-be kidnappers rue the day they attempted to abscond with the talking dog.
Dug does not enjoy the presence of demons. They make him uneasy. He's very perceptive to the temperaments of others, and if he feels an unsettling presence that rocks him to his very core, he will avoid said individual. However, Dug is terribly thick. It would take a rather tremendously wicked 'presence' to really stir him up.
Appearance:
Naked, for the most part. However, his body is covered very nearly entirely in a lovely golden fur. Since he's young by canine standards, his coat is glossy and well-groomed. His owner takes exceptional care of him, and makes sure his nails don't grow too long, or his fur doesn't get too shaggy. He particularly enjoys getting brushed by his master, and being told what a good dog he is. Dug is a bit portly for a canine, but his body type has little to do with his food, and much more to do with his breeding. His legs are a bit short, but he doesn't mind, and moves around as fast as any other dog his size.
The only form of actual 'clothing' he wears is his collar, which was built and designed by his master. It uses a combination of biological technology and human technology to translate his thought process into speech. The language selection can be changed via a dial on the collar. There are times in which his master prefers to hear him speak in her native language.
History:
He was born to a litter of six, but unfortunately the only one who wasn't adopted. He was branded by his mother's owner as 'a dumb dog', simply because he didn't initially find humans very fascinating. He was much more interesting in the various toys that were in the play pen he and his siblings were placed in so children and potential owners could appraise them.
That was how Dug found himself in a cardboard box on the side of a building. He wasn't sure what the words on the box read, but he was quite aware of how cold and wet he would become whenever water fell from the sky. He escaped the box and tried to seek out shelter, forced out of each potential pseudo-home by cats, raccoons, and a rather irritable sewer rat. Fortunately, fate smiled down upon him and he was one day found scrounging for food by a particularly kind-hearted woman.
She offered Dug a bit of bread, which he happily accepted. Looking up into her eyes, he was instantly aware of two things. This individual wasn't human, and he'd found the place he belonged. Thus, he was adopted, cleaned up, and well-looked after. He never even saw a vet, as his master preferred to care for him in her home. He was given his own comfortable bed, any toy he wished, as well as a new collar with the name 'DUG' on it.
He soon learned that his master wasn't a human, as he'd suspected from the scent. She soon began to educate him, feeding the canine home made dog food that would help nourish his brain. Dug became a bit of a canine genius, however his intellect was hidden behind his gentle and trusting nature. While his speech patterns often reflected simple-mindedness, he was taught how to solve complex math equations, as well as how to read.
In return, he gave his beloved master all the love she would ever need, or that he hoped she'd ever need. He learned how to make her breakfast, how to clean up after himself... He was more like a son than a self-sufficient pet. No matter what, he vowed to remain at his master's side, praising her when she completed a project, or comforting her when she'd wake at night from vivid terrors about her lost home planet.
Dug never once cared that his master wasn't human, or that she couldn't tell him her 'true' name, only her title; the Rani. No matter what name she used, to Dug her title would always be 'master'. He's lived with her for almost two years now, and intends to remain at her side for the duration of his life. Dug is very protective, and despite being a non-violent type, will defend her as best he can, if needed.
Network:
Dug isn't exceptionally well-connected. However, despite his rather oafish attitude, he does have a keen intelligence. He's also extremely loyal to his 'Master', but despite this, will befriend just about anyone. His capacity for unconditional love, as well as his extremely non-threatening appearance often makes it easier for him to obtain information, if he so wishes.
Alliance?:
Extremely loyal to his 'Master', Elizabeth. His love for her is absolute and unconditional. However, Dug is an exceptionally friendly canine, and will undoubtedly attempt to befriend just about anyone who approaches him.
RP Sample:
Squirrels were evil.
Anyone who was anyone was aware of this information. They were wicked little blighters, whose soul purpose in life was to wreak as much havoc as they could before running away to hide in their blasted trees. Well Dug had enough. One particular squirrel was fond of sneaking around the backyard. His back yard. Dug, like all canines, was exceptionally territorial. While he was a peace-loving dog, he could only handle so much before he grew irritated.
Today the battle of wills would finally be drawn to a close. That evil squirrel would meet his maker, or Dug would undoubtedly hurt himself trying. He wiggled his haunches, eyeing the squirrel carefully as it milled about the backyard, looking for nuts...or whatever it was those evil squirrels did. It mattered not, for it would soon learn what happened to those who meddled in territory belonging to a dog.
"Oh yes, squirrel." Dug spoke to himself, the collar around his neck translating his words easily. "You think that I cannot see you, because you think that you are smarter. However, it is I who is the smarter one, oh yes." His tail slowly swayed, emphasizing both how focused and how excited he was for this situation. The squirrel moved a bit closer to the back deck window, almost close enough for Dug to reach.
Once the squirrel reached the proper place, Dug thrust himself forward, intending to pounce and land on the little rodent.
Unfortunately, his path was blocked suddenly by the window pane. In his intense planning, it never once occurred to the dog to make sure the window was open in the first place. Slowly he slid down the glass, embarrassed and irritated a bit with himself. He could almost hear that squirrel laughing. He pushed himself to his feet slowly and shook his head.
"We shall see who laughs last, squirrel." He warned, staring at the bushy-tailed creature before turning around, making way to the playroom. He had to plan a better plan. Hopefully one that didn't involve that deceitful back patio door.
Other:
This particular character is for sheer comic relief. However, in the current AU, he is the adopted [and extremely loyal pet] of Elizabeth Becksford.
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