Username: ElDorko
Character Name: Tobias
Rank: Rebel Delta/Beta? (Notsure?)
Age: 3 Years Old; 4 MonthsBackground/History:They say that there may be other life outside of the walls. Heh, I know for a fact that there is.Or was. For all I can remember is a rather large community of humans, seeking out what we all want. Survival. I, their loyal companion; man's best friend. We managed to get by pretty well, despite the numbers of sick and dying. For, it was only natural for some to die out with these conditions. The humans, quite the defiant and dauntless creatures, eh?, were willing to sacrafice luxuray and a stable life, rather than live uner the harsh and strict laws of the government's walls. For what price will they pay? Hm, death is the correct answer. Once the government was aware of this small 'rebellion cult' just outside the city walls, in a rather remote area, they gave them several choices. Return to the city and abide by their laws and regulations, or death? Hah, the small group of unyeilding survivalists would rather die than return to that damned government-run city. However, they took the most valuable of possessions, me, Tobias, and all their supplies, or whatever they could find of use, and left the rest to stave or something more gruesome. Once inside the facility, I found out that some wolf blood still coursed throughout him. That is true yes, however his veins run mostly with black German Shepherd crimson contents.
x{ This place is a damned hell; Just add some raging flames, and a devil with horns, and there you go. But the devil's here are worse. Those wrathful machines are worse than satan himself, I believe. The way they carry themselves is enough to make myself gag, let alone that mechanical tone; purely vile. Why would I take such a risk against these creatures as to rebel? The answer is simple sweety, because I'm not just here to cause a little havoic for my own pleasure and amusement, but I'm here to escape. I don't want this life, and I won't stand here at the mercy of dangerous strangers. }x
Picture/Description: 
The masculine physique has herculean features; bold and muscular all the same. Lean legs, lush and glossy coat, and those corroded eyes sporting a rather enigmatic yellow pigment. His structure resembles a wolf yes, but not much more than any other regular dog's. A few scars are scattered across his body, in an painfully horrific way. Some were so deep, they wouldn't allow more hair to grow over them; leaving a perminent pink-fleshy residue behind.
RP Sample: The masculine figure remained still, taking in the blase features of these incredibly bland walls. Watching grass grow would've been more exciting than stuck within these damned walls. Herculean physique would sit upon his hind quarters, giving a placid and calm illusion to ominous onlookers. However, that was never the case with Toby, his fiery 'tude and rather strong reluctance was not what you would expect from such an graceful-looking creature. A glossy ebony tail was placed upon the floor beside his behemoth frame, neither moving nor wagging. As if he would give these bastards the satisfaction of the wag of a tail. His nostrils were flared in the slightest way, the forever flavorless scent of this hellish "organization" watfing through his system. As the scent of scrap metal and monotonous scents suddenly flodded his airways, dull yellow eyes glanced up ever so slightly. A small malita of mechanical-pooches sauntered by, their disgustingly unreal frame's almost replulsive to look at. It triggered Tobias' gag-reflux, and he dared to look away.
Other: Tobias is 48% Wolf; 62% German Shepherd
