Full Name: Tsurara
Nickname(s): Tsu, Ra, Rara, anything really.
Age: 5 years, 8 months.
Gender: Male
Rank: Despite his personality, He'd be a good spy or something having to deal with agility and speed.
Species: Dog.
Breed: He is a mutt. He has Kai ken, Sighthound and Saluki bloodlines.
Personality: Tsu comes off as very depressing, he is almost always sad and always has his head hung low. In battle, he is a fierce opponent, he still remains in his 'depression' yet he tends to be one of the speedier and more agile of the soldiers. If he is snapped from his depression in battle, it simply means hes serious and hes much more dangerous.
History: Tsu was born in Virginia, his parent's owners however, traveled to Japan when he was a few months old. They lived rather close to Ohu.. When his parents and siblings went outside for the first time, his parents were attacked by a group of dogs that had been traveling to most likely challenge the Ohu dogs. They were mistaken for Ohu soldiers and killed. Tsu and two of his siblings ran during the fight, and his last two siblings were killed when they were too frightened to move. Tsu saw the death of his siblings, and while he wished to run out and try to fight the dogs himself, he knew he'd simply be killed. The small trio wandered their way back to their owner's house, who welcomed them with worried faces. Eventually, as they grew, Tsu's two siblings left with new owners, and Tsu himself stayed. At a year and a half, Tsu decided to flee from his owners place and discover a new way to live..To be free, wild..Since then, hes been traveling.
Roleplay Sample: The time was now...Now...NOW! The black-spotted dog bursted from cover, birds flew up in a flurry of multiple shades of browns, feathers glided down from their fluttering wings as they scattered into the sky. A loud 'click' of teeth meeting air brought Tsu down from his leap. He'd missed. Shaking his head, his black folded ears flapping as he did, he stared as the birds flew away. Hungrily, the gray, black-spotted dog flopped onto his rump and sighed. His pale blue eyes closed partially, squeezing back the tears he knew that humans could cry, but never a dog. He grunted and stood. His hunt would go on, no matter what he felt like, he had to live afterall.
(this is a horrid roleplay post from me, but I have to run to the store so I can't finish or pretty it up..x.x")