"Kill yourself training, so you don't die fighting"

Name:
Samson

Age:
4 1/2 years

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual - Heteroromatic

Breed:
Caucasian Ovcharka Shepherd (83%) + Gray Wolf (17%)

Appearance:
Fur/Color/Build/AND Size || Source
Size || Source

Extra Info/Traits;
~ Height: 2.7 feet (Above Average)
~ Weight: 263 pounds (Above Average)
~ Length:
~ Notes: Typically, Samson is a beast among canines, hence the name 'Sampson'. He has long, dark, and attractive fur, his large (very large) muscles hidden underneath the long fur, the very large muscles earned from intense/rather violent training, fighting, and just plain survival in the cold Arctic. Looking at his height and weight, a lot of people would most likely think he was the... 'big' or 'fat' type of large, but really he isn't. The only fat he has on his body is... well, not very much- just the needed amount- the rest is muscle, pure muscle.
~ Scars: Various ones all over his body. Some serious, some not, though most are covered up by his long fur.

Pack:
Frozen Tundra Pack - Member
(Will become Alpha Male in time)

Personality:
Samson is a determined and hard-working individual, who always takes his pack duties very seriously. The brute has a rather fiery personality, which is part of the reason he was named Samson (all reasons will be listed below in an orderly fashion). He is very stubborn, quite hotheaded, loyal, brave/courageous. Considering some of his past, the dog is very reserved, but if you do manage to break the stone called his heart, he is loving and protective, to the ones he loves at least. On the inside, he is slightly insecure and doesn't believe himself to be the best, though he doesn't show it- acting like a true fighter- a 'model-warrior', if you will. Regardless of his slight (slight) insecurity, he does know that he truly is very strong and muscular- and he does know, deep down I suppose, that not many dogs can beat him in a fight. Given his great quantity of fighting experience- since he trained very hard and rather violently+ruthlessly- he is a very good teacher/mentor/trainer, and trains the canines he takes under his 'mentor-ship' strict and harsh, yet good, as they grow up and turn to be great and loyal warriors. Adding to this, the wolf-dog has very 'leader-like' traits, and he makes sure that the young ones he trains know that not everything is about winning and that bravery and courage first of all is the greatest quality for a warrior, and not strength- hence his quote/saying, "Courage- above all things- is the best quality of a fighter, pup! Not strength."- which is slightly ironic, considering his size and strength. The large brute ended up getting a few good traits, and a few bad, from both parents. Lilac; he got her charming personality. And from his model-warrior father, Mars? Well, he got both the good and bad stuff from him; extraordinary strength, large size (though he is slightly larger than his father was at this age), handsome features, charming personality, but also his secret insecurity (though his father's wasn't as bad), and the fact that they both tend to get too passionate when it comes to loved ones, such as getting angry when something happens to a loved one, or if a loved one is threatened. -slight wip-

Reason for his name;
~ In Hebrew, the name "Samson" means 'Sun child; bright sun'. In Christianity (the religion/history/'lore'), Samson was a very large and strong dude- a giant really- that had long hair (very much like this Samson)
~ Referring to some of the content above; Samson (the one in Christian religion/history), was typically a 'beast among men', just like Samson (this one; the dog) is a 'beast among canines'.

History:
Samson was born in Russia, where his breed- Caucasian Ovcharka Shepherd originated. He was selectively bred from two large and strong canines- one a large Caucasian Shepherd, and the other a gray wolf-, as his breeders were breeding him so they could sell him as a guard dog, which was what the dog breed is usually used/bred for. His mother was Lilac, a large and strong, yet graceful, Russian Shepherd. And his father was Mars, a large and strong gray wolf, though, according to his breeder, Mars was 'the largest, strongest, and handsomest wolf' they've ever seen- which is probably where Samson got those qualities. Not long after the pup was born, his mother ended up attacking their breeders/owners when they were opening the cage, and then running away, presumably to find Mars- at least that is what they thought. Even though he was just a pup, Samson knew he was alone from now on and just continued on with his normal, boring life. After being at the breeder's place for about a year, someone finally came to take him to their home. It was a Russian breeder by the name of Alexander [Nicholas (last name)], who had supposedly gotten him to be a guard dog. Well, it might have been his intention at first, but it definitely went downhill- for Samson at least.

For about three years, Alexander did what he said he would. He trained Sampson intently- so intently/violent/ruthlessley, it made Samson very aggressive/violent and strong, very strong- until he was at the climax of his abilities. This training went on for two years and, once that two years was up, he was used as a guard dog. This job only lasted for a year for, after he had been a guard dog for about 11 1/2 months (rounded up to a year), two strange men (they were native ---, but he didn't know it) came to their house. At first, Samson was very aggressive- as he was trained to be- and he tried biting at them, but he was tied to his post. Continuing to bark and snap his jaws, he watched them go inside his master's house and speak to them, Alexander letting them in. After a few minutes of talking, Samp\son calmed down now, he saw the two men exchange some sort of paper with his master before the three walked out. The strange men got into their truck and waited as Alexander got Samson's very large cage and set it in the back of their truck. After doing so, Alexander went over to Samson and put the leash on his black color before untying him from the tree, leading him to the car. The Shepherd knew what was happening now. Alexander told him to leap into the cage and, despite not wanting to, he did, since he had to obey his master. Right when he was about to close the 'door' to his cage, the man let go of the cage 'door' and wrapped his arms around the large brute, hugging him, whispering little reassuring things in his ear, Russian 'goodbye' sayings. Samson, setting his head on his 'friend's' shoulder in a 'hug', let out a whimper, a small whimper. That was when Alexander moved back and closed the 'door' and locked it before closing the tailgate, apparently angry. Odd. With both of them frowning, the truck began driving forward down the path, the two- previously friends- looking at each other. Then the thought came into his mind. He had been given away and traded for a currency, a human currency. That was the day that he started his stoic behavior- when he lost all feeling- with an exception to one canine that he could possibly love- a female, if he ever found one.

Much to Samson's surprise, he wasn't driven to another house, a kennel, a prison, or something like that- he was driven to the airport... Why...? That part wasn't going to be known by him for a little while. Soon, after a few minutes of driving around, the two men parked in front of a relatively small airplane, obviously not used to carry much- maybe a few people and some cargo, at max. Getting out of their car, the men came around to the back and opened the tailgate before opening his cage. Big mistake, for, right when the cage door opened, Samson flung himself at the first man (um... name is... Joseph? Yeah, Joseph!), Joseph, and tried biting his head, but the officers at the plane- who had been put there just for this sort of situation- came up and restrained him, putting a muzzle and leash on him before leading, well dragging, him to the airplane. After a few minutes, all of the men finally pushed him in the plane and closed it before signalling for the pilot to take off. Where was he going?
-almost done, so long, and its so bad... D: -

Mate / Crush:
None / A little crush on Nikita

Offspring:
None

Theme Song:
WIP

Other:
Windy Day

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"Throw me to the wolves, and I will return leading the pack"

Name:
Skylar (Subject to change to Angel, maybe, can't decide)
~ WIPAge:
4 years

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Heterosexual - Heteroromatic

Breed:
Siberian Husky (92%) + Alaskan Husky (8%)

Appearance:
Size || Source

Extra Info/Traits;
~ Height: 21 inches
~ Weight: 47 pounds
~ Length: ?
~ Notes: A graceful and slender female- beautiful really (in my opinion, at least). One of her two most noticeable traits is her bright, stunning blue eyes, which go perfectly with her white coat, in a way- so they are bright and rather pretty, but not too bright in an odd or unnatural way. The second most noticeable/useful traits IS her white coat. Other than the little bit of black and dark/light gray, its basically all white, and it allows her to camouflage/disguise herself when she needs to hide from something.
~ Scars: Some, though most are covered by her fur.

Pack:
None (Loner/Rogue)

Personality:
Skylar is a relatively reserved female, her heart a rather 'cold' one, if that makes sense. Sky is a very determined, ambitious, and hard-working individual. While she seems to have a coarse exterior, and it might take a while to really know her, she is a very loyal and passionate female, despite her quite cold heart. Willing to stand up for what she believes in, she's not normally one to take orders unless she trusts the canine giving them. To some she is stubborn, even child-like at times, but to others, she is the leader some see slipping beneath her surface. She is quite aggressive and quick to fight, as some things in her past have caused her to be as cold as she is. -wip-

History:
Too lazy/want to RP/not going to do it right now/WIP

Mate / Crush:
Pm if interested. If not, it will be developed IC.
Shasta :D [eventually]

Offspring:
None

Theme Song:
WIP

Other:
Windy Day
[ WIP ]