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D'artagan- NORMAL

Curse Me;; D'atagan
Shorten it;; Dart/Darty
I have survived for;; 3 winters
I have been created;; Male
My bloodline;; Dutch Shepherd Dog
siblings;;none that I know of

appearance;;
Ah yes, I know that you can't wait to hear about me. I'm a mooner, to start of with. I was born gold brindle, and I have a long coat that's straight and close-lying--great for a half-street-half-wilderness dog that roams anywhere. Vertically, I'm 24.5 inches and I'm 66lbs; don't mess with me, no matter your gender. I'm not "all bark and no bite".

If you consider jumping over fallen trash cans and scaling low walls a sport, then call me alert and athletic. I'm not that strong, but...hey, I am middleweight, proportioned and well muslced. Watch me.

personality;;
This whole lot comes in drips and dregs. I can be quite a lone ranger, depending on my mood. For now, I'm feeling pretty bright. But that's rare. Somethings I block out such in my life like flowers, rainbows and "sunshine-like" stuff. I don't get why some canines go crazy over a butterfly, neither do I understand how they can stand and admire a flower for the whole day. They are just part of nature, face it and leave it.

No, being a pampered house dog is not a life for me. I'd rather face a hectic, dangerous lifestyle than one where I just laze around. I've got what I've wanted anyway, and I'm content being myself.

For me, "top dog" could be my one of my titles-I can be a strong leader. But don't get me wrong. If the alpha has character and can manage the pack with a conscience, be prepared to recive my loyalty.

Another trademark of mine is the cold appearance. My tawny, amber hued optics do not send warmth to you in a go, even if you were a lady. If you get to know me though, I'm sure that you will be familiar my real character. Resolute, firm, but nice...of course.

I have something to admit, and that is I do have a few weaknesses. For one, I'm frank, sometimes too frank for my own good. In the end, it does more damage than help. But that's not so bad. Some say that I have an inflated ego. I'm working on that one.

Physically, I am sound, all but one scar on my left shoulder. That's a "long time ago" story. It does pain me from time to time. I think this has happened twice--I remember writhing with agony because of a sudden internal attack there. The scar has been covered with my fur, away from the canine eye. But I know that it is there and never will go away.


history;;
Hmmm...where to start? I was born a street-dog. My parents were purebred. I never asked them for the details, but I think that they escaped from a farm. When I was a young pup, my parents were taken away by the humans while I hid under a bush.

For a year or so, I survived on my own. It was around the month of april when I was cornered by a group of teenage boys. They decided to stone me. It was the most terrible ordeal I faced and everytime I sprang for an attack, one of them would use a heavy wooden stick to beat me off. There cam this blow on my head and I, well, fainted.

I woke up in this strange place where the cold feel of metal greeted me. A muzzle was tight over my jaws and I was hauled into a cage,. My left shoulder hurt from a long inscision made by the humans. Apparently I had undergone some kind of surgery.

I was labeled as a 'scientific experiment' dog, probably because I am pure-blooded and a useless stray. It must have been an illegal place, for the men beat me till I was almost unconscious. I felt something being injected into my healing injury at my shoulder and I blacked out.

The second 'operation' took place at night. As I think about it now, maybe the men were trying to create a sunner. As the sun rose, the eager looks on their face disappeared and they simply dumped me on the street. One said that he was disappointed not to see any change in the morning, another said that I was 'contaminated' and could not be used for future experiments.

I wandered around and soon found myself in DogSong, an abandoned place where there were those like me (I had soon discovered the terrible transformation of myself at night. And so, I live as a free dog in this little city till this day.

D'artagan - TRANSFORMED

appearance;;
When the moon hangs high, I change. You might even want to say that I turn into a mutated half-hippogriff. All I lack is a beak and tail. My right fore-paw turns into the claws of an eagle tainted black--oh the excruciating pain as muscle and sinew mutate into hard, hollow bone.

Like many of the other mooners, wins sprout out of my shoulders. The first half is painted blood red with black lining and a small but sharp claw is on top. The second half resembles a bat's wing, only that it is purple in colour. It glows--honest, and I can't help it but be spotted more easily. The size of the lower half is three times smaller than the upper half, and it can twist forward, enabling me to slice through the air and fly effectively. These wings are only able to support me for only a period of around 10 minutes, due to their size. However, this means that I remain as agile as ever.

My optics turn a brilliant white so all you can see are two vacant circles. Don't be mistaken though. I have night-vision, and am able to see as clearly as though it were day. The thin scar on my left shoulder splits open at night and --it's gory, but that's the truth--blood flows out of it in a thin stream. The pain there grows worse as the cold chills of the night give it no rest. At least my coat (which does not change) gives it some protection.

As though to make up for this weakness (I cannot do things that are over-straining for my shoulder), short but sharp spikes can emerge all over my body at will. They are about two inches long each and trust me, I look like a furry porcupine--only the cuteness is not there.

The other traits that I gain is faster speed, and the ability to manipulate water. I can turn it into ice to, and throw it in every direction I want. I can't do it too many times though, or my scar will start to hurt.


personality;;
Now on to my character. I might sound cheerful now, but really, it's because I'm in a good mood. At night, I no longer bear the "shepherd temperament of affection, liveliness, obedience and reliability". I try to be myself, but I just cannot--this terrible force takes over 4/5 of my conscience, it is as though my mind has rewired. I still keep aloof, but on some days, I can get into a really terrible mood. At that time, I would feel really angry at the whole world and no one gets in my path then. I just feel like destroying everything--canine, cat, animal. Basically, anything that has life.

I seldom talk at night. That's because not only am I not in a right state of mind, I do not recognise anyone whom I had been acquainted with. I'm sure though, that if one tried hard enough, my 1/5 of sanity can be recovered.

There's one more thing. I vaguely remember that I talk to this grey/black thing that follows me everywhere I go and copies my every action. I am not really sure what it is...I'm guessing that it's my shadow. I don't know what I call it at night, you'll have to find out for yourself.

powers gained;;
- night vision
- ability to manipulate water
- greater speed
physical changes;;
- wings
- right forepaw turns into black eagle claw
- optics turn pure white
- spikes all around the body can emerge at will
- scar on left shoulder splits open, letting blood flow

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Accepted;;
He sounds like an interesting fellow that I'd like to rp with sometime. x3