Ragnar - Male - Alpha - WIP

*Name: Ragnar

*Dog Breed: Irish Wolfhound

*Age: Four Years Old

*Sexuality: Heterosexual 

*Skills: Hunting and Fighting 

Looks: Weighing in at a hundred and twenty pounds this canine was brought into the world. With his figure coming up to thirty-four inches tall coming around the height of two foot and eight inches tall. Birthed into this world an ivory color from head to tail and down to his feet. His muzzle black as night from the tip of his nose and narrowed up to the middle of his skull. Ears were dipped into the bucket of life and came out to be black tipped ears. His paws were also dipped in the ebony mess that when up just a tad bit past his knees. Even his tail was taken and dipped into the ebony bucket that the canine gods decided for him to have, but the humans had others. Taking him and experimenting with him. Branding him with two symbol that looked like so click here. One meaning that he is fertile [Ingus] and the other one meaning Protection[Algiz]. With one being branded upon one shoulder and the other was placed upon the other shoulder. Once these two healed their fur came back but it did not come back white, but they came back as black hairs instead. On top of the pain that he had to deal with upon getting branded, there was also something else that he did not expect to happen to him. Earning a scar upon his body was something he had never thought would come this way towards him. Fighting against other canines that roam this place. Going against a dog that was about as big as him. Feeling his teeth biting upon his neck and of course Viking jerking back and attacking again. Not realizing through all the adrenaline rush that he was wounded pretty good. Though of course the humans got to him before he passed away. Saving his life and now he has a massive V scar that stars from the middle of his neck down to the middle of his chest. An with all these battles he was in with humans fighting him. Viking has become a very muscular Irish Wolfhound.

my pelt is colored. WHITE

they painted on me. BLACK PAWS, EARS, MUZZLE AND TIP OF TAIL.

branding on me. One meaning that he is fertile [Ingus] and the other one meaning Protection[Algiz]. With one being branded upon one shoulder and the other was placed upon the other shoulder

i stand up. THIRTY FOUR INCHES TALL

weighing around. A HUNDRED AND TWENTY POUNDS

my globes shine. DARK BROWN

they ripped me. MASSIVE V SCAR THAT STARTS FROM THE MIDDLE OF HIS NECK DOWN TO THE MIDDLE OF HIS CHEST

mental and physical appearance. 100%

*Personality: Viking is a pretty laid back canine and good hearted to where all the other canines seemed to love to being around. One that is loyal to those he believes are worth being loyal in his thoughts. Showing respect to only a certain amount of canines, with him only believing that some do not deserve it. He believes that loyalty and respect are earned more than anything else. An now over to a different part of his personality that he has. An that is a side of him that no canine wishes to see out of him. Being a canine that is wanting to see the sight of blood and blood lusting over the taste of blood or even a good fight. Seeing that if any other canine should earn his respect in that kind of way. With only some taking the chance and going up against the brute and half of the time not even making it out alive. An him not even caring just what happens to them and if they did well in battle and he thinks they are worthy of it. Then Viking would have respect for whoever it was to get it. Even though the real worst side of things was when he would start to see red and want it worse. Not stopping until either one that was in the fight ended up dead and upon the ground with no life yet. Oh and before the end of Viking's personality comes up, ladies. . .this boy can be a ladies man and loves to see pups. So take that as a plus inside of his deep twisted ways

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Likes: -- 

Dislikes: -- 

Fears: being alone forever

Goals: staying on top

History

*History: Viking was brought up in a very different part of this city that is known as Sang City. The place that he had heard about as he grew up in this world, but of course he did not find out in such a peaceful manner. In the city he was brought up in was more horrible than the many cities that still exist around this world. His mother giving birth to him in the streets and hiding him ad his siblings away from the rest of the world. Though once they were discovered, their mother was killed right before their young eyes and they were dragged off into a world that they had never seen before Looking around at the white walls and the bright lights that shined down upon their bodies. Causing his eyes to slightly close from all of the brightness that shined around this place. Viking did not understand that this was going to be his last stop in life unless he was to move quick and run from this world that he was brought into.



A year going by that had aged Viking up to the age of one and a half years of age and still locked within the walls of this building he was brought into. Being separated from his siblings, but of course he was not in their paws. With his siblings actually being killed except for one, but he was never heard from again. Viking only believed that they were taken into another part of this place for training like he was being put through. Learning the taste of blood and biting upon this odd thing that tasted like meat only to strengthen his jaw muscle to the best that it could be. Even was placed upon a treadmill and pushed to run for hours at a time. He was pushed through this over and over again. Even was placed into a room and had to fight for his food with other dogs about his age.



Oh how life for him was truly not the same life style he thought it would dare to be. Of course though he began to enjoy every bit of it. Fighting was his thing now and what his mind started to crave more and more. An that was when he was thrown into a ring against other dogs one at a time. Earning a massive scar upon his chest that came out to a V shape and that was when he was named Viking. One that never let up from a fight and would fight until they had to pull his jaws to get his teeth from sinking even further into the other dogs. That was until he knew he was done fighting, sick of people and wanted out from where he was at. Turning on the humans faster than he thought he was and quickly had escaped from where he was stuck at. Running from this city so that he would not get caught again. An going into the legendary Sang City that hi mother had spoken about. 513 words