OoC: Thanks Happy. :] You're great.

Basic Form:

Name:Dairean

Breed:half Weener dog/??? big ish, ish dog

Gender:Male

Looks:

Personality:He just got caught and has no idea about thease fights. He's more playfull then anything else though he has his sereose moments. He played outside in the nature filld world untill a man with sirly dirty blond hair caught him and dragged him back to his own home, to train for the bloody fights.

History:"???"...who knows...also half blinde...he always was, is, and will be...but you gotta love him.

Additional Info: Had an owner in the past...but...won't talk about it.

Intro:Dairean walked around in curiosity as he looked around the battle field, and smiled dreamely at the other dogs. He saw so many that his stomach lurched, his owner held him by the scruff of his color, the one, he now wore on his neck. His owner let go and he went stedely yipping through the croud derecting a bit of attention to himself as he did.

Zre was silent and moved her gaze to her shoulder, seeing the blood soak into her deep fur.  "GRIM!  You worthless piece of garbage...finish the mutt!" her employer boomed from the sidelines.  Zre trembled in fury as she lunged foward, not acknowledging the dogs revealed stomach.  She dug her fangs deep into his neck, gripping the flesh until she could taste and smell the ill aroma of rust as it leaked off her muzzle.  But this dog had something about him... something that Zre did not want to destroy... she couldnt determin whether to follow her instincts to continue the as.salt or back down as the dog had...  she clenched her eyes shut... and she too rolled to her back, and held her underbelly to the air.

"GRIM!  get up you lowly, flea ridden hound!" her employer screamed in the ring.

That was it.  Zre shot up from her position and dug her claws into the soil, a lowly snarl erupted from her throat, but it wasnt directed at her opponent... it was towards the human.  She lunged fowards, jumping the protective ring and managing to snap her jaws around the human's outstretched arm as he sheilded his face.  Zre toar at the flesh of her emplyer, tearing the tissues to the bone.  The man screamed in horror, and Zre snapped at any human who tried to tackled her.  Her prey managed to get up and began to flee... Zre went in pursuit and tackled him to the ground... gripping his leg in her fangs and twisting abruptly so that the bone hung awkwardly to left.  He tried crawling as "GRIM" was upon him, tearing away his skin and muscle.  Her own fangs and claws were dyed in blood... and her pelt speckled with crimson.  The man stopped moving and Zre didnt stop her attack.

The announcer and several men lunged foward... and gripped Zre around the center, heaving her off her unmoving employer, she snapped and managed to catch the side of his face.  She was in a flury of human hands as they threw her to the ground, muzzling her jaws shut despite her lowly growls.  and struggling to fasten her to the ground with their own weight.

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Klaus looked up at the dog. And suddenly he regained his old self - his powerful, co.cky self. "Hot," he exclaimed as he watched the she-dog attack the man. And he raced towards her, barreling over a man who reached for her, and thrusting him away with a bloody bark. "Yeah, hear that?" he asked coolly, "I hear a fat man who's scared of a little puppy." And he lunged at the man again, making him back up and trip over Zre's dead owner. "And that's how it's done - New York style." Klaus finished.

Name:Whiplash (Called Whipper)

Breed:Whippet

Gender:Female

Looks:

Personality:Is very highstrung, but many Whippets are, as it helps them focus on running. Whipper isn't very friendly, prefers to stay in her own world. She's a very solitary dog, who preffers to stand alone. Even before she was a fight-dog, she was like this. She's very protective of her only possession,a scrap of fluffy pink fabric, of when she was caught, she hid in her mouth.

History:In Whippers childhood, she was born in an old lady's shed, with four of her brothers and sisters. They were pampered and loved by the old woman, untill she had a heart attack. The person who bought the place hated dogs, as his wife was bitten to death by a giant German Shephard. He shot her mother, her two sisters, and one brother. Her and her other brother escaped. Her brother was then promptly caught by the dog catcher, and she landed in the good-for-nothing place.

Additional Info:Nothing

Intro:Whiplash bounded out of the cage, facing her unruly apponent. She smirked. This one was chubby, she could finish him off in no problem. She snarled and led the chase, round nd round the ring. The dog started to weaken. This was her cue.

She turned on a dime, and rammed her apponent so hard, the dog simply fell over,unconscious. She put a paw on the dog's chest, and howled in victory. As she was led back into her cage, by the human of the name 'Zeke', She knew, this was the life for her.

((Will make one more character.))

Dairean's eyes widened as he saw two mating or what he though was mating dogs attake two human males, he walked over and watched at them in a daze, his eyes now gleeming. He half smiled as he saw them working with each other.

Daillin gaspe as he saw some dogs attaking humans, his body froze as the human beings now layed motionless on the blood barren ground. He pulled himself up and blinked akwardely not knowing what ot do.

Kurun smirked as he looked at the attake, he leaned in to the female dogs ear and said shyly blushing a little bit "want to join". He sat back down and watched the ground now covered in crimson red  blood as he watched.   

Zre gave a look towards the german shepard, a look that held the familiar mystery that shrouded her every moment of every day.  "I'm not much of a city girl.  I grew up in the wild." she stated bitterly, responding to Klaus' remark of the New York style, tearing the loose muzzle from her jaw.  She gave a slight smirk and bolted about the human legs, causing several to trip over their own feet and digger her fangs into two others.  She flicked her tail as she watched the humans... and her eyes focused on the announcer and the other onlookers, who were already trying to conceal themselves away from the two dogs. 

OoC: Thanks for joining! :D

"Oh trust me, neither 'm I." Klaus growled. "I'm a city guy." "Oh god," gaped Haze. "What now?" she watched the humans scatter an flee.

Dairean ran behinde the curtins whiere his new owner patted his head roughly, giving him a glare that ment like you coud do that to someoner as superior as me. He let out a low growl and the man bolted, he smirked and said "worthless" playfully as he watched.

 Dailling watched in all the camotion and gave an under goving howl as he pushed his neck up and smirked. he pushed his muzzle down afterwards catching his breath.

Kurun smirked he bit the mans hand and the cage clattered open giving Klause a way to get out. Then hev padded over to Haze and smiled giving her an uncountroleble lick. 

Zre whipped around and was about to attack the man who captured the german shepard but in her distraction, she two was tackled and tossed to the most unfit enclosure to one of her superiority.  She snarled dangerously and lunged at the bars, the container that held her trembled with her force, despite being nailed to the ground.  With a last growl she turned her back to the humans and went as far back in the enclosure as possible before collapsing to the ground in a low hiss like sound.

Name:Wild (Nicknamed 'Hell Itself')

Breed:Siberian Husky

Gender:Male

Looks:

Personality:As his name suggests, he's Hell itself. He kills his apponents in 1 minute or less. The only way to get him into hiscage is with fresh meat covered in blood. they've tried to pair him twice with the toughest dogs, but he just thought it was a fight. In his opinion, fighting is a wonderful game. He does have a soft side, but you need to get into it without stricking one of his millions of nerves.

History:He was born in thedog-fight business. His mother was a Grayhound, his father was a Husky/wolf. So he's quarterwolf, half Grayhound, Half Husky.

Additional Info:I'm not going to powerplay, I solemnly swear.

Intro:Wildemerged into his cage, his blood-vessels tingling. His face was crimson, covered in the blood of his opponent. He sighed contentedly and chewed on his bloody T-bone steak. The whole ring had been cheering for him, and he loved the praise. Nobody would ever stop Hell Itself.

Promptly after finishing his steak, he twiddled the bone in his mouth. He crunched hard,and the bone shards scattered around his cage. His gums started swelling, and licked his lips, letting the red liquid soak into his tounge. He knew he would be stopped Someday, but not today, oh, no way.

OoC: I edited too late. :P I'll just play along. HEY GUYS - Maybe the dogs could escape (later) and we could make a new (continued) thread of them escaping to the wild or something ... eh, eh?

Klaus growled in his cage. He glanced at the female - then back at himself. This was his fault. If he wouldn't have been so stupid and clueless and given up, then Zre's owner wouldn't have yelled at her and she wouldn't be stuck. Klaus muttered a bitter swear as he hit his head on the top of the cage.

((I solemnly sware, I am up to no good *HP dork moment*))

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