general:

name: Kraven
breed: American Pit
age: 4
gender: male

appearance:

- eye color: amber
- coat color(s): rusted red/brown
- coat markings: white mark on chest
- scars: some along the muzzle and spine
- other: (an overall description can go here... or even the dogs height or weight)

personality:

- How can one describe this male? He is witty and reclusive. Often you will find his temper flares easily though self control is overpowering. Cynical in some ways he is a rather placid individual. He is not one to partake in conversation often though when he does it is an interesting event. In the event his is angry it would be best to keep your distance and recognize the signs of disaster. He is a fighter if it comes down to it though he would rather spare the drama and go on about his business. One could describe him as a random type creature though, in his good moods he is a crackerjack and always full of flavor full descriptions. Sociable if the mood strikes him to be so. Not overly friendly yet he is far from being a rude figure to all the others in the world. Test his patience and you will see the feared side . .

history:

- His past is one of fret and vial tendencies. Born to a loving family and taken in by the humans that owned them. Soon enough he was sold to a random person without even a background check. His future was bleak to say the least. From four months old he began the tedious and rigorous exercise program set forth for him by his new owner. Enough time passed as he slowly grew into the monster he was made to be. A fighter and a good one at that, pitted against some of the top canines in his area he did what he was trained to do…kill. Finally after being caught their reign of power to him was over though he escaped with brutal scars from his in devours he is still encaged in himself.

other: The asphalt seemed endless as voids of amber lethargically glanced to and fro over its emptiness. Ribbon ran over his jowls for a moment as his pads began to sweep across its scorching surface. Breath came in a hazy sort of manner though deep drawing into his lung set. Organ pumped the stale crimson through his veins at a rapid rate of consistency. Perking harks etched about as the trickle could easily be heard in the near distance. Weary swagger seemed to be hostile though in turn it was not. Gait increased as the sight of running water caught his alert. Stealthy stance peered into its depths before washing his maw in the satisfaction of its juicy liquor. Satisfaction was now reach as a new home was to be sought after in the concrete jungle that he found himself rummaging through. Life was not set out to be simple for this breed, it was unjust in the making but, making the best of it was what he was pressing to do. (171 easy)

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