Tinuke'

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General Character Information

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Name Tinuke' Kioa for White Devil
Age 6 Years
Gender Male
Character Type Dog (Siberian Husky)

Alliance - Philantrophy Canine and Cat Alliance (P.C.C.A.)
Picture - Picture Available

Appearance - With pale blue eyes, and a solid coloured coat. He is well built, muscular, and coming standard with his breed is strength. He is fast, agile, and evasive. Tinuke is about 32 inches high, weighing about 47 lbs. His only markings are the ones that come standard with his breed. Which includes a dirty white, with splashes of gray and black. Tinuke also has a spine of black fur going down the spine of his tail. His eyes are indigo, with black lashes and has striking white fangs. He is usually well kept, and a professional at personal hygene.
One may also note that he's acquired numerous scars through his history, which were acquired through his experience in the rogue pack that had raised him, and trained him, however, their terms on training were brought out through torture, and pitting him against the more experienced dogs.
Personality: Tinuke is a very sobre brute with an brosque personality. He is also a strong believer in the way things are, and should be. However, being a trained killer by a pack of dogs that supposedly rescued him, this has morphed his mind. He was accustomed to being defeated, and this too, has changed him from the way he used to be. He is a killer, nothing more. A dog with a savage attitude and temper. He is often called "White Devil" for his devilish appearance, and his savage temper, often over doing a fight, and mutiliating the bodies of those he kills. He is a lone soul, often found wondering on his own at the outskirts of urban areas, or in the streets of the cities. Though beautiful, he is often fearful of other dog packs (see history) and thus, avoids them at all costs.

Being constantly defeated in his training, he has grown accustomed to fighting, and enduring pain, giving him a much more enduring thresh-hold to pain than most. He was raised by a rogue dog pack that trained in one purpose, to fight and to kill. And thus, he only knows one law, kill, or be killed.
He sees himself as a sinner, one who must atone for his sins, and that he was placed on this earth for one sole reason, to fight, and to kill. He know's he'll die fighting, and looks to the day to meet the one that will allow him to atone for his sins. -To finally end the suffering he has endured, the sorrow that follows him, and the anger that trails him. Often being hunted by others, he has a known alias that calls him "The White Devil.", or even "The Devil's Child."

History - He was born in a villiage off the coast of Scandinavia, when his owners moved to the country to settle in with their new environment. A hurrican struck, and by order of the National Guard, all residents were forced to evacuate. During the outset of the storm, as the howling winds seared through the land, his master's parents had told him to leave the puppy due to lack of room and space at the refugee camp. And so, Tinuke was abandoned, left at a sea-shore village off the coast of this strange new world.

Tinuke had been abandoned, left at a sea shore hamlet known to the local rogue dog packs as the Devil's Villiage. The place wasn't known for devils, though... it was known for octopus. It was here where the locals ate octopus customarily. In any case, Tinuke was found wondering through the ruins of the so-called Devil's Villiage, found surviving barely off of scraps of food. A lone pup condoning the sorrow he had emplaced on the world.
The pack took him in, however, what he failed to realise was their false intentions.
One by one, they rounded up the stray dogs that had been living in the area, and one-by-one, killed them all but the pup, they had something else in mind, something a whole lot worse than dying.
For the few that they had left alive, imobilized, and hurting from the cold, they gave the pup a sickle from one of the near by fisheries.
Calling him the "Devil's Child" -they made him do the sort of thing that you'd expect from Lucifer's own. After they made the pup torture those he had lived with for the past five days, they made him kill them. -The whole time they were forcing him to laugh, -howl like some sort of demon; as if he was enjoying it. -What was he going to do? -Say no, they'd kill him to. So he let fear take control, and did exactly as he was told. He butchered the bodies of the ones he loved, and laughed while he did it. The metalic hiss of the sickle clenched in his maw as it sliced clean through the dog's screaming vocals, sending their blood out afar, laughing, screeching, howling.
And as he bathed in their blood, it gradually turned from deep red, to jet black. To him, it looked like the ink of an octopus. The experience scared him deep, yet he had earned his way into the pack.

Seeing this as an oath to brotherhood, the leader of this pack raised the young Tinuke' as his own son, transforming him into a ferocious killer. He was tortured to endure pain, placed into fights against the more experienced dogs, and utterly defeated. It was these teachings that strengthened him, the hard way. He had learned through through defeat that in order to live, he couldn't give up. That life gave no more tries. He was trained into a killer, a fighter, one who wouldn't give up, and eventually, his skills honed, and he got better at it, and soon, with all the pain he had endured, he no longer felt it. And then something happened, some spark ignited, and the Tinuke they knew, left them... and he began to laugh... -howl like the demon that slaughtered the villiage's dogs... and in a flash of moments, the pack lay dead on the ground, bleeding from their arteries as the white and black mass stalked their graves. -Laughing as they died, bathing in their blood. -Guilty as charged, from the beast that they -alone, had created.

Exhausted from a killing rampage, and from nonstop running, he was found in the fields of the Sacred Valley by a black german shepherd, one by the name of Fireborn. He could plainly see that the husky was littered with scars, and stood no chance of survival on his own. And so, he took him in, ensured that he was cared for and his injuries stabilized. However, unlike his former family, Fireborn gave him love, never once asked him to stay, or told him he was prisoner. Scared, frigthened, Tinuke' had bonded with Fireborn in many ways, and saw the master as his savior, and soon found himself looking up to him more than most ever could.
It had seemed that Fireborn didn't lay a ounce of doubt on the dog's past, despite the fact that he knew who had raised him, who had done this to him. And knew, that if the others discovered the truth of his history, that Tinuke' himself would be in a state of danger. And so, Fireborn created a new history for Tinuke', it was a fabricated truth, not so much a lie, as to guarantee the dog a new life of peace. However, though living a lie, nothing can silence his cries that arouse the numerous dogs around him.

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"You will be a god among dogs... a warrior in every sense of the word... a plague to all those who continue to seek shelter in the shadow of man..."

No...
It wasn't the case... it was never meant to be. A long guessed pause that had derived from a ripple of change. -A vile mochery of solitude that had been crafted by unforgivable acts. A sinner... a killer... a murderer.
In the end, he was no different than they. But then again, they raised him. They took him in when no one else had.... they were the only thing that cared about him. -The only being that had shown him love through pain.

Tinuke... the Devil's Child... he clenched the sickle in his maw as he gazed upon the frightened eyes that stared out at him, all waiting for their fate, blood swimming with the flood waters as the pack beyong his mass waited, all watching with will's intent.
"Go on... kill them..." the labrador had said as he waited the moment of triumph.
"Prove your loyalty... and enjoy yourself..." he whispered in bone-chilling tone that swept the currents.
Tinuke tightened his fangs around the sickle, and with a jerk of his neck, he sliced clean through the golden retriever's throat, watching as blood was sent sailing with the arch of the blade as it landed on the dog next to him with fear, a howling laughter could be heard as the husky's eyes went from white, to blood-shot read, the retriever's head peeling back, exposing the inerds of the throat as the metalic hiss echoed through the silence, the grin of the pack leader stretching far with a distinct and twisted pleasure.
Tinuke didn't stop, he couldn't stop... fear had taken over, fear had control over everything. He saw red... anger at the dogs who did nothing but pick on him, if he was truely the Devil's Child, than he'd prove it. He'd kill them all! -He'd kill everything!
He laughed! -He howled! -He was a demon, the fear-filled eyes of the dogs as he tore through them like a hot knife through butter, the sickle saturated in their blood, which flowed with the murkey flood waters that had endraped the villiage in an ill-crossed fate. That had transformed him into what he was... a beast.
He laughed so hard, that he cried, bringing the sickle down on another dog, -a great dane, the metalic hiss of the cast-iron slicing clean through the female dog, sending blood spurting in his diretion as it saturated the young pup from the tip of his ears to the hook of his nails... the salty bitterness of the blood soaking in his dry tongue as he leaped from the collapsing dog to the next, laughing hysterically, their bodies forming along the coast line in a masacre of blood and fur.

"Come..." the pack leader said as Tinuke dropped the sickle in the water, watching with vivid aspiration as the blood formed into a thick vail of jet black... ink... it covered his paws, it soaked in his fur, his fangs... the iron blade of the sickle, the blured apparatus of the bodies as the setting sun landed against the ocean's swiming tide.
"I will raise... I will love you... I will train you. You will become a god among dogs. A warrior in every sense of the word... a plague to all those who continue to seek shelter in the shadow of man..."

"In the shadow of the storm, I am the lightning..."

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"-A rain transformed..."

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I've been called a hero... an angel sent from the gods to cast down evil, to strike back when no else can. The truth, I'm no hero... never was, never will be. The heros out there, their fools... the title of Hero, belongs to the dead, and the dying. So, I'm not the hero you wanted me to be, I'm not some figure of supernatural capability. I'm fighting, much like you, much like all of you. I'm nothing more than a teacher, but in the end, I'm just a soldier, hired to do some wetwork. I serve by Ripper's side, knowing that at any moment, my life can be taken, and with so much pride, I will lay down my life... I have nothing more to loose.

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