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« Thread Started on Feb 3, 2007, 11:34am »

Name: Redrum
Age: 4 Years Old
Pack: None

Personality: Most dogs out there would gladly avoid Redrum for as long as their lives would allow it if they could, and this is perfectly justified by the hateful brute's loathing of other life of all kinds. He simply can't stand to even set sights on another dog, let alone make meager conversation with them, and he lives his life in solitude after all the wrongs that have been used against him in the past. He is very secretive of what once was in his life, and if by some miracle you manage to get closer to him he would not even tell you then what troubles his already diseased mind. He only shares the past with himself, horrible and terrifying memories eating away at him, and dogs in the past have even gone as far as to call him mad in all his secretiveness and antisocial behavior. It goes against the very nature of a dog to be so separated from society, but he loves it and feels physically sick if he's brought into a crowd or some other gathering of creatures. No, instead he just wanders around, constantly alone, and he loves it like this. There is reason to worry for his mental health, because from time to time he can even be seen muttering to himself or twitching uncontrollably, and sometimes the dead of night is broken by his screaming in his constant night terrors. Not even he can remember the last time he slept without these nightmares following him, and so he struggles by on as little sleep as he can get away with. Needless to say, he always appears tired and hungry, and otherwise weak. He would have been quite strong and powerful had he taken care of himself, but instead he is just wasting away, diminishing into the shadow he has become. His eyes look worn out and in need of some kind of rest, and you can detect the sadistic hatred in them. He will sooner or not attack a dog than talk to him, if one approaches without any warning or consent, and he never holds back in battle, not even if it were with a pup or frail old dog. He doesn’t senselessly desire blood all through the day, but he does get a craving for it and it mostly seems like death itself is the only thing that can stop him once he gets into a battle. All in all, any advice around him would be to keep your distance, because even though he can seem quiet and reserved he is instead just a ticking time bomb, ready to explode if a boundary is broken between him and another dog. Other dogs always have to watch their backs while he's around them, because frankly there is never really any way to tell how he will react around any individual.

Description: Just your average Rottweiler. His pelt is mainly black, with the traditional deep red markings on his legs and face. See my signature for a picture.

History: From the first few moments of his life, Redrum was taught the same thing – Don’t let in people like us. Living and pretty much working in a powerful pack that totally dominated lands far from here, he and his mother (His father long ago committing suicide after the pressure finally got to him) had been pretty much slaves for this large gang of canines. Well, slaves wasn’t quite the word – They had the roles of normal pack members, but for all the hours of everyday their sole responsibility was to check the pack borders and make sure no one escaped and no one unsavoury crept in. They were treated like dirt, especially by the aloof Alphas, but it was their duty, as every other member had a rank. Now, Redrum’s mother was fine with this role – She got food and a stable home for her only son – But her offspring hated it. With suck a low rank, he got awfully teased by the other pups, as their parents were all above his family in status. They would mock and tease him everyday, coming to fight with him if they found him alone, and constantly jeering at him for his quirky ways and constant twitching. They’d call him names, push him down, taunt him about his doomed future of just being someone who worked at the doors – But above it all, he met her. Her name was Lucia, and even though she was the Alphess’s daughter, she saw and took pity on poor Redrum. Her siblings and peers never knew that she had this soft spot for him, but whenever the crowd ran happily away after beating up the pup on the lower rank of the ladder, she would linger behind and talk to him calmly, nursing his wounds and telling him that he was destined for bigger and better things than this, and soon he’d be laughing in all of their faces instead. And as the days turned into months, the young Redrum started to realise that he loved this angel who came to save him.

But then, it happened. One day, whilst Redrum was watching out over the edge of his territory, his mother wandered away. She had only gone back into the pack lands to find some food, but he was left by the banks of the fast flowing river. What often happened when his mother went away, and what happened again here, was that the other pups in the pack started to creep forwards, ready to bully him again. Redrum only braced himself for it, used to the mocking nature of his peers now, but this time the others took it too far. Instead of just one dog beating him up, ten at once suddenly descended upon him, crushing him to the ground and sending him screaming into the pit of pain he was used to. The battle grew and grew in violence, until little Redrum felt close to death. The mini war had edged itself right up to the perilous, steep banks of the river, until suddenly Lucia appeared as if from nowhere, and with her surprisingly strong strength and superiority above all the other pups, she beat them off and stood up for Redrum before everyone else. Surprised and sickened by her actual liking of the odd little dog, the other pups instead turned on her, and a weakened and bleeding Redrum could only watch as they pushed her closer and closer to the edge, eventually overpowering her and sending her body spinning into the river. Silent screams escaped his mouth as he watched her spiralling away, eventually getting sucked underwater by the currents, when his mother returned. She came just in enough time to see Lucia drowned to death, and upon asking how it had all happened, through tears of worry and anger; all the other pups said that Redrum had done it. That little freak, with his uncontrollable twitches and menacing look in his eye, had lost it with the humiliation of just being a small, pathetic pup, and out of nowhere he had pushed Lucia into the water, before everyone else. Soon enough, news had spread around the pack that poor Redrum was actually a cold hearted killer, and immediately his mother was put to death and he was banished from his pack, for murdering the first in line to the throne. The pack didn’t need scum like the watchers anymore, and the pack borders didn’t need guarding anymore – And so everything Redrum had ever known died on that very day. Cast off into the world at such an early age, he took upon a life of solitude, hating the world for what it had done to him and slowly gaining the opinion that every dog out there was like those pups who had wronged him so long ago. He loathed everything, and was completely alone. Then, one day, he happened to wander upon the borders of the city, and from here his story can only grow… But what will it all come down to in the end?

RP Example: Midnight. Was there any better time of day? As much as Redrum enjoyed the brief time in the early hours of the morning where everything on earth seemed to be dead with the silence, there was something about that single minute where one day turns into another that seemed almost haunting, in a curious way. It was a time featured in near enough every fairytale any human child would ever read, was the key point that every horror film built up to, and no one could ever really explain if the exact fraction of a second where the clock clicks onto that one point of the day was part of yesterday or the fast approaching tomorrow. Of course, dogs on the streets didn’t care much for time and only a select rare few could actually read a clock, and whilst Redrum couldn’t pride himself on being a master timekeeper he had taught himself over time to recognized when the shining, red sign of 12:00 would flicker into life on the electronic clock that hung over the platform he was now on. Sheltering as always away from the prying view of whoever may be in the subway (Although pretty much everyone had long gone home) he had a perfect view of the empty station, and the feeling of being very much isolated pleased him. A familiar flicker of involuntary energy coursed down his spine again as he thought on being alone at last, and his whole body twitched again, and whilst this habit of jolting around at random sometimes embarrassed him in public, there was no one to watch him succumb to his eerily incontrollable body here. His ‘twitches’ had been a part of him ever since he could remember, and he had never been able to shake them away. Whether it was some kind of mental thing, or something he just did on a subconscious level, he neither knew nor cared. It was this odd habit of his that had started the bullying when he had lived with his old pack, and in a way from that fickle mocking from the other pups, his mess of a life had really evolved from. None of it would have happened if the other kids had just accepted it, or if he hadn’t been born with it in the first place. Schizo. And for that, he hated this strange feature about him, although he had learned to live with it in time. “It wasn’t me!” He muttered angrily under his breath, raising a muscular forearm and bringing it down sharply over his muzzle. In his lying position, the force slammed his nose into the cold, concrete floor, but he enjoyed the pain it brought him. His eyes were closed and his forehead was furrowed in deep concentration as his mind wandered back again to his past, but he just about managed to swallow his deep reminiscing thoughts before he slid out from under his hiding place and stood on the platform. It was really, scarily empty in here – Only one solitary human remained, a homeless man, asleep on one of the identical benches. Redrum scoffed at him. The high and mighty humans, eh? They couldn’t even supply one of their own with a home. They were as bad as the pack he had left all those years ago. What heartless creature would force a mere pup to live on his own, banished and scorned at for a crime he didn’t commit? The one crime he would never take up, especially to one of the only dogs who had cared… But that was irrelevant now.

Slowly approaching the edge of the station, he looked around cautiously to see how far he could see into the dark tunnel that waited at the end of the platform. No trains had passed for quite a while now, and he was starting to wonder if they simply stopped after a certain time of day. Looking into that shadowy pit sent shivers of apprehension and almost fear down his spine – What sleeping monsters could be waiting in that dark abyss? What would be disturbed if you went down there to have a look? Who would he run into? Was it possible that maybe unseen creatures lived down there, invisible to the trains rushing past? There were pathways down there, Redrum knew that much. For the humans to run along if their train broke down, so they wouldn’t have to brave the perilous electrocuted tracks. But how often were they actually used, if ever? So wasn’t it possible that something could hide out, just waiting for something to come along and bring it up from whatever depths it was hiding in? No one could tell for sure, and Redrum wasn’t fooling himself into thinking he could, and sitting back on his haunches, he simply waiting. Something of interest would come along soon – He could feel it.

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