Helo is the grey one
Here's the link to download to see him in game:
http://www.4shared.com/file/-OkGkJzO/morbiddecadence_4.htmlPLEASE do not steal this preset this preset I made in honor of my bf in the marines so please have respect and don't use him as your own...
Full Name: Helo
Nickname: DevilDog or Gunny
Age: 6yrs
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior (Trainer)
Breed: Husky/German Shepard/ Wolf dog mix
Personality: Helo for the most part is the strong but also very silent respectful type. When he rarely does speak out he has the wisdom and charisma to draw great attention but also animosity because he's never afraid to speak his mind even against those ranked higher above him. Helo is often described as a motivator because he never accepts failure and will push any young dog to his or her limits to cruedly tear the best out of them. He is old fashioned in his ways and only believes that through hard work and trial can success be achieved. All in all Helo has a kind and warm heart and only pushes his trainees to the limits to better prepare them for the worst. In battle Helo is a ruthless and a relentless killer. His most legendary ability is his ability to grab on to his opponents with flesh tearing grip and not let go no matter what pain or torture riddles his body.
History: Helo is a military dog who was trained to be the canine companion of Marine Corp. GySgt (Gunnery Sergeant) Garrison. During his youth days at the canine training camp Helo proved to be the most challenging dog to train for he wasn't obidient to any officer. His powerful physique matched with his wicked and reckless personality and killer grip earned him the true name of the marine corp 'DevilDog'. It seemed no one could restrain him once training was in session and so he took advantage showing off to his other canine brothers his ability to draw fear in the human soldiers. One by one each soldier that lined up to take him on in training fell in fear and awe by his horrific grip. It wasn't until one day the GySgt Garrison approached him in training and took him on that Helo had a change of heart and finally humbly accepted a master. Just as Helo lept up and sank his fangs into the soldier's protective training gear hoping to latch on for a continued relentless assault, did GySgt Garrison gently place his hand on the canine's back and some how... without explanation had the touch to make him loosen his mouths grip on the soldier...calming the beast. That was the day they became brothers...
Brief Roleplay: (This roleplay will explain now why he is alone and no longer with his marine and therefore now a member of your pack... btw this is a random battle during WWII to explain how an American dog gets to Japan
... hope you like)....
The thick jungle air gagged out all means of fresh vantilation and the dark updraft of smog and ash coming from the now burning bodies and demolished tanks only added to the dread in the fog. The American soldiers were exhausted of their strength and supplies and desperation whispered wild ideas as the ever so rentless screams of the vengeful Japanese forces echoed through the fog. One soldier crouched behind a stony cut out in the rubble slipped a small picture of his beloved into his hands as though gazing into the face of a soon to be forgotten memory. He then muttering some inaudible words kissed the picture slipping it back into his uniform and cocked his gun. He crept out from behind his cover and disappeared into the fog aimming his weapon up the hill where the enemies were coming from. Helo stood back his ears flushed tight against his head and his eyes pierced in on the spot of the fog that wrapped last around the vanishing soldier... the humans couldn't see him but Helo could hear him. Helo could sense his fear, and hear his heart beat pounding even against the thick sound of his allies cover fire and the twigs and empty bullet shells cracking and clinking below his boots. Before he could fire one shrill gunshot broke the rhythm and a bone chilling thud told Helo and the others that the soldier had just met his demise within the few seconds he left safety. As if he knew Garrison patted his hand on Helo's back for a moment and then reclenched his gun. "We have no choice but to advance, " he called out to the other troops. Blood ran cold. Helo felt the eyes of the youthful men dart about in fear and uncertainty... he thought in his mind no matter how well these soldiers were trained, they're only just boys fresh of their childhood. There was no time for second thought... the forces sprang forward. Helo kept a tight pace beside Garrison his heart beating like never before. The gun shots rang through his ears, human blood soaked his paws as he padded over the many casulties both American and Japanese alike. They all smelled the same to him. His nose dialated as the smell of death grew thicker, his ears tightened against his skull as the sound of the marching boots echoed in the vast hollow void between the heavy gun fire. He felt the adrenaline in his and their bodies like poison howling into their veins with every more step they took words to kill kill kill... and survive. The last five soldiers and Helo the lone dog beside them marched forward. Now they were all the same, six war dogs...six animals fighting to survive. The five men opened fire, and Helo sunk his fangs down the throats of enemies. Blood dripped down the grass and empty bullet shells skidded through the mess. One by one they killed them and one by one Helo watched his human allies fall and die beside him...It came to one moment, the last moment that Helo turned to look into his master's dark but glowing brown eyes. He smiled at the dog, and just then a piercing voice not his rang out behind them, "BANZAI!!!! A Japanese soldier sprang out stabbing a long Arisaka bayonet through Garrison's body armor. Garrison fell to his knees his eyes fixated to his four legged companion... "run..." Garrison ottered through the blood pouring from his mouth just as he fell to his face in cold blood. "NOOOOO!!!" Helo yelled sounding like just a yelping howl to the enemy human as he lepted up on his master's body snapping the air defending his corpse... Several more enemies surrounded the lone dog, his fur standing on air and growling fiercly Helo wouldn't stand down he wouldn't let them desecrate his master's body. He lept up one final time ready to face death at Garrison's killer... the bayonet slashed through the left side of his face... everything went black.
