Feral Heart

 
        ---------------Who am I?
        .}Name Acerlon
        .}Age 23
        .}Gender Male
        .}Birth Date Jan. 15th
        .}Occupation Singer/Songwriter

        --------------- Looking in a Mirror...
        .}Height 6'0
        .}Eye Color Brown
        .}Hair Color Black
        .}Body Modifications N/A

        --------------- Love...
        .}Crush None
        .}Boyfriend/Girlfriend None
        .}Exes None

        --------------- What Lies Beneath...
        .}Personality Ace is a man of quiet and shy attributes. he does rarely speaks to anyone, and if he does it is a simple answer to whatever question they have asked him. Some consider him to be mute, but he only feels as if something is missing in his life. He feels a connection to another, so strong, but he could never find out who or what. He usually sits inside coffee shops and drinks mochas, pondering on about life itself. He is anxiety ridden, scared of what ever is to come next in life. He has heard rumors of the government, and it provokes him just that much more everyday.
        .}One Word That Defines You Scared

        --------------- Personal Favourites...
        .}Phone LG Optimus
        .}Pets A small chameleon
        .}Normal Style It is almost always a white t-shirt with straight fit jeans, and a pair of simple black vans. he often carries around his sunglasses in hopes to hide the fear in his eyes.
        .}Room Black, grey and white.
        .}Anything Else? N/A

Name: Zephra
Gender: Female
Age: Four
Species: German Shepherd
Percent of dog: 70%
Percent of wolf: 0%
Percent of mechanical parts: 30%
Detailed description of their appearance/personality/ect:
Zephra is a very petite and agile young shepherd. Both hind legs are mechanical as well as her jaw and all teeth have been made into nearly unbreakable metal material. The rest of her slender body consists of the average German shepherd appearance. Sandy colored base coat with the black back blanket and almost full black face. Her eyes are emerald green and sometimes change due to miss-connected wired in her mechanical parts. they often change from gold to blue to green. her mechanical back legs allow for a faster run and high jumps. her jaw and teeth allow for an accurate and extreme bite force against any enemy.

Zephra is a very snappy young sas, and she takes orders from nobody but whom she must. She has an aggressive attitude towards any other dogs, which is why she must often be separated from the other dogs, she is being trained to attack on command and they plan to use her as a guard/patrol dog for around the city. She simply wants to do her own thing, which is why she is dead set on getting out of this hell town. She has a hatred for all lately, considering they took away her legs and her jaw, and replaced them with cold, heavy metal material. She isn't a happy one, at that.

Name: Sarius
Gender: Male
Age: Nine
What Animal are you: Dire Wolf
Personality: Sar is much like your average reclusive being. he has a habit of up and leaving any formed group. He had the attributes of a brute, he doesn't feel the rush of sympathy for any being. His policy tends to be more on the side of kill or be killed. he knows not the feeling of friendship nor commom curtsy. He has never been taught any sort of manners during his lifetime.
Backstory: He comes from a large family of wolves, to his unfortunate surprise he came back from a hunt and the family had vanished into the thin ice cold air. only the scent of Saber-tooths remained at the bloody scene.
Themesong: Radioactive

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Crisp, warm air filled the brute's nostrils with easy comfort. He took a small step outside the damp cave he always inhabited. his one gray eye examined the horizon of tree and plain. Not a single being in sight, but his nose didn't fool him, others were out there. he slid back beneath the comfort of his shadows. Contemplating on whether or not he should risk the company of another, just to go feed his growling stomach. he hadn;t scarfed anything down in 4 days, and it was beginning to take a toll on him both mentally and physically. His mind started creating scenarios of eating even his own kind. His sick, sadistic mind never ended with the bloodshed scenarios.  he tucked the thoughts to the back of his brain file cabinet. His mind conjured of the plan of attack on his next victim, his next meal. he shifted his pupils to a small opening in the forest, and like magic, there stood an equestrian figure, small, but filled with proteins. He maneuvered his bodice towards the small figure, he had no reason to stalk such a creature. it was an easy catch out of plain sight. Not a minute later the brute had inhaled half of the lifeless being. His stomach thanked him in terms of more growling, but it was the satisfied type of growl.