Thunder

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Name: Thunder
Age: 3 Years

Gender: Male(dog)
Breed: American Pit Bull Terrier
Pack: Warehouse
Status: Stray

Mate: Rosetta
Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 24inch
Weight: 64lbs

Likes: Rosetta, Obedient pack members, respect, being Alpha-dog.
Dislikes: Children, human men, unstable dogs, weakness.

Strengths: Temperament, confidence, loyalty to the pack, vigilance.
Weaknesses: Irritability towards humans, mercilessness toward the weak or unstable, lack of empathy for those ‘less than him’.

Sire: Fringe (deceased)
Dam: Diamond

Siblings: Unknown
Offspring: Multiple, open.

Personality: The hard-assed type, Thunder is much less happy-go-lucky then his brindle-and-white, undocked body would lead one to assume. Like most pitbulls, he’s a true ball of energy; constantly on the move, but not without something to do. His tolerance for the weak and the unstable is zero- as a clearly dominant dog, he will almost always be the one to lead the attack. If not, his mate; then, if not, he will be the one attacking the one who dares attempt lead something. He does not tolerate cracks at his dominance- small sized or not, he will defend is position to the very bone. Dominance aside, he’s a pretty swell guy; generally without issue or phobia that would make him act out of the ordinary. Things rarely scare the APBT; cars, loud noises, the entire wack of it are judged and then reacted too in a calm-like manner. Male humans aside; whatever the cause, he despises them, and can quickly turn on any unfortunate man to cross his path.

Appearance: A rather sweet-looking pitbull, if stereotypes hadn’t ensured pitbulls were almost always regarded as hateful creatures. Mostly brown-brindle, his body is lightened by a vast amount of white; from complete underbelly to all four paws, tail tip, and the muzzle running up the forhead. Even both ears were half white; a ‘cute’ aspect, which was probably the reason they remained. As for build, he is about as large as a pitbull comes, but not especially squat or heafty; but lean and tall, if a little big-boned.

History: Unlike the dogs he was raised around, Thunder wasn’t used as a fighting dog, but owned by a man and woman who owned fighting dogs. He grew up around it, with little involvement with the horrific ‘sport’ himself, being used as the ‘good-looking’ pet and eventually a breeding dog. Mostly raised by the woman, he became quite fond of them; at least, compared to men, who were quickly being associated with fear and violence. The cries and battling of other dogs were always heard mostly around them. As a preference for the woman owner formed, his state was only encouraged as he was hit and screamed at for the very first time, who’s male owner no doubt saw this as some type of personal mutiny. The screaming and aggressiveness did not, in fact instil fear in Thunder- but instilled the idea that all human men were unstable, weak beasts; bringing forth an urge to attack any on sight, even the seemingly strong ones.

This could have been the end of him, at any rate; a nasty pet would quick become fighting dog bait. Or, because of his dominance, a fighting dog himself- provided he could be controlled, for other dog’s would likely not be what he would try and attack. Thankfully for him, the organization’s time was over; the raid ended the whole experience.
He could’ve made a fine pet for someone- if the police had not been men. Instead of a fine, well-tempered, unscarred dog, they saw a redzone monster hell-bent on destroying them. Reacting accordingly, he had enough time to escape the sudden chaos; bolting out the door of the house to never be seen in the vicinity since then. Thus, began his search for a pack- ending only when he came across Rosetta, the bitch he was most fond of.