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“First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, and then you win.”
Name: Rusty West Dogs'blood
Pronunciation: [ˈrəstē]
Meaning: Affected by rust
Nicknames: Fire Cat - this is less of a nickname and more of a jab at the brand on his leg. In his past, it's the name he was referred to until he named himself.
Age: 49 as of 2132
Gender: Male
Birth date: August 1, 2082
Zodiac: Leo
Species: Conflict/Fyre-glow Beloder hybrid
World: Akis
Family: Father - Sun Under the Leaves
Mother - Feather
(Both parents were Conflicts - beholder genes came from previous generations)
Pets: None
Friends:
Significant other: None
Friends:
Significant other: None
Family relationships:
Other relationships:
Occupation: City guardian
Physical description: 6'7" if standing at his full height. He looks as if he's supposed the be a Conflict split laterally, but his scales are very patchy and outnumbered by his rich brown fur. Covered in deep brown tiger stripes and his yellowish scales are speckled in slightly darker piles of spots. Body is riddled in scars and he has a slave brand on his left calf. Hair is a dark reddish brown and goes almost, but not quite to his mid-back. Keeps it tied up at the end with a small band. Extra fur on body causing ears be to extra fluffy/tufted, long feathering to appear on legs/arms, and hanging fur towards the base of his tail. Rather than a fin, there's a long, fiery red mane on his back. Some of the fur on the tip of his tail is this same color. Has black horns that curl like a ram's, but are separated into segments. A small spike juts out at the beginning of each segment. His fins are a yellow-orange gradient and marked with swirly white stripes. The fins in between his toes are ripped out. Right eye is a warm grey, left if a deep orange. Tail is tipped with both fire and steam. His figure's very lithe and well muscled, giving off the illusion that he doesn't weigh much, while in reality, he's quite heavy. His face is sharp with a strong jawline and noticeable cheekbones. Nose looks like it was smashed in and healed that way. Eyes are a gentle almond shape and slant upwards slightly - almost never open all of the way.
Alternative appearances: None
Personality:
Back story: When Rusty was born, his father took him and fled, afraid of what the mother might do to such a child. Unfortunately, a traveling group spotted them wandering around for a while and severely injured (killed?) his father. To torment him, they plucked Rusty up and took him away. The initial plan was to sell the tiny Conflict, but the guard dogs they had brought with them shied away from the creature. This gave them the idea to pit Rusty against feral animals and creatures in the rings where they took their dogs to fight. Of course, he wasn't nearly big enough yet. So, they sent him off to a dark and definitely illegal place where roamers, prowlers, satrys, Sun Steps, Conflicts, and other such creatures were raised. He grew up in the dark cruel building without a name or a family to be heard of. When he was about five, the group came back for him. He went through very harsh, but brief training before being thrown in a ring he couldn't escape with a dog that foamed at the mouth. Having no other choice, he tried to fight the dog off. In the end, it was covering away from him, bloody and whimpering. Rusty was taken to many more fights that grew in difficulty. His reputation began to spread as he defeated harder and harder opponents. At the age of eleven, he was sold off to the owners of a much bigger, more well known ring and branded as theirs. There, he was used to break up fights between the animals. He was also seen as a challenge. If anyone or their animals could beat him, there was a very high prize. Many tried, but Rusty never lost. For quite some time, he was enslaved there, growing tougher and more hostile. Eventually, he was put up against a challenger he could hardly handle. The fight had to be called off before the two killed each other and Rusty was in too bad a condition to fight for a while. So, they put him away in the back, locking him in a cage. There, he got some much needed rest and was also able to listen to the other cadged creatures. After a while, he managed to work up the nerve to speak to them and they started to get along. From these other beings, Rusty learned that the fighting rings were illegal and there were people who would shut it down if they only knew. From that day on, he had a goal. After he had recovered and was to returned to the ring, he was uncharacteristically restless. His captors had to keep him entertained otherwise he would rip his fur out, chew holes in his skin, lash at those he wasn't supposed to, and so on. Eventually, the owners started to wonder if he was beyond fixing. They pushed him towards the back more, fought him less, and didn't pay as much attention. Finally, when he was around twenty, the day came when he was so forgotten about he was able to slip to the surface. From there, he was horribly lost. He didn't know who was supposed to help him and he could scarcely speak enough to get his point across. Due to his many scars, species, and hopelessly bewildered expression, he eventually drew attention to himself over a week or so of wandering the streets. From there, he was led to a place where he could report the ring. The authorities had never heard of it and had no idea how to get there, so Rusty told them he could lead the way. The instant he was back in the underground, it was chaos. People were scurrying to attack or get away, but he had expected this to be violent. His former owners could do little to nothing as their prized attack animal tore through the waves of beings until he was boxing them into a corner, authorities behind him at the ready. The ring was promptly shut down and Rusty was rewarded for his feat by the city, which helped him get on his feet. He made some friends in the city and lived a strange life of half animal, half human for a while. He learned how to speak properly, read, write, and overall take care of himself. Eventually, though, he found himself bored with such a lifestyle. So, he set off for...somewhere. He really had no idea what he was going to do, but he felt he just needed to go out and do it or else he wouldn't get anywhere. After living like a nomad for several months, he found something that piqued his interest: a city that was known to be proud and great was in shambles. A series of unfortunate events had occurred, leaving them vulnerable, mourning, and lost. Having learned about city guardians at this point, Rusty saw this as his chance. He made himself known in the town and announced that he would help them. The people scoffed at him - after all, he was only a Conflict. Even after helping many a person there, they still didn't seem to accept him. Although disheartened, he wasn't going to give up. He continued to work and after a while, he was pushing even harder than those who had lost everything. Over time, people began to respect his efforts, but he didn't slow his pace. He called for improvements to be made and action to be taken. The city found itself in a much better place after just months of his care. He became recognized as the guardian, but there were still those who were not finished beating him down. As he struggled to get the other guardians to acknowledge and accept him, gangs attempted to kidnap, harm, and even kill him. However, thanks to his dog-fighting days, he could not be bested. Even after being repeatedly assaulted, he still offered help and treated the people as equals. It took several painful years, but he finally earned the respect he needed to smoothly run the city.
Personal problems:
Quirks: Animals seem to respect or fear his presence
Back story: When Rusty was born, his father took him and fled, afraid of what the mother might do to such a child. Unfortunately, a traveling group spotted them wandering around for a while and severely injured (killed?) his father. To torment him, they plucked Rusty up and took him away. The initial plan was to sell the tiny Conflict, but the guard dogs they had brought with them shied away from the creature. This gave them the idea to pit Rusty against feral animals and creatures in the rings where they took their dogs to fight. Of course, he wasn't nearly big enough yet. So, they sent him off to a dark and definitely illegal place where roamers, prowlers, satrys, Sun Steps, Conflicts, and other such creatures were raised. He grew up in the dark cruel building without a name or a family to be heard of. When he was about five, the group came back for him. He went through very harsh, but brief training before being thrown in a ring he couldn't escape with a dog that foamed at the mouth. Having no other choice, he tried to fight the dog off. In the end, it was covering away from him, bloody and whimpering. Rusty was taken to many more fights that grew in difficulty. His reputation began to spread as he defeated harder and harder opponents. At the age of eleven, he was sold off to the owners of a much bigger, more well known ring and branded as theirs. There, he was used to break up fights between the animals. He was also seen as a challenge. If anyone or their animals could beat him, there was a very high prize. Many tried, but Rusty never lost. For quite some time, he was enslaved there, growing tougher and more hostile. Eventually, he was put up against a challenger he could hardly handle. The fight had to be called off before the two killed each other and Rusty was in too bad a condition to fight for a while. So, they put him away in the back, locking him in a cage. There, he got some much needed rest and was also able to listen to the other cadged creatures. After a while, he managed to work up the nerve to speak to them and they started to get along. From these other beings, Rusty learned that the fighting rings were illegal and there were people who would shut it down if they only knew. From that day on, he had a goal. After he had recovered and was to returned to the ring, he was uncharacteristically restless. His captors had to keep him entertained otherwise he would rip his fur out, chew holes in his skin, lash at those he wasn't supposed to, and so on. Eventually, the owners started to wonder if he was beyond fixing. They pushed him towards the back more, fought him less, and didn't pay as much attention. Finally, when he was around twenty, the day came when he was so forgotten about he was able to slip to the surface. From there, he was horribly lost. He didn't know who was supposed to help him and he could scarcely speak enough to get his point across. Due to his many scars, species, and hopelessly bewildered expression, he eventually drew attention to himself over a week or so of wandering the streets. From there, he was led to a place where he could report the ring. The authorities had never heard of it and had no idea how to get there, so Rusty told them he could lead the way. The instant he was back in the underground, it was chaos. People were scurrying to attack or get away, but he had expected this to be violent. His former owners could do little to nothing as their prized attack animal tore through the waves of beings until he was boxing them into a corner, authorities behind him at the ready. The ring was promptly shut down and Rusty was rewarded for his feat by the city, which helped him get on his feet. He made some friends in the city and lived a strange life of half animal, half human for a while. He learned how to speak properly, read, write, and overall take care of himself. Eventually, though, he found himself bored with such a lifestyle. So, he set off for...somewhere. He really had no idea what he was going to do, but he felt he just needed to go out and do it or else he wouldn't get anywhere. After living like a nomad for several months, he found something that piqued his interest: a city that was known to be proud and great was in shambles. A series of unfortunate events had occurred, leaving them vulnerable, mourning, and lost. Having learned about city guardians at this point, Rusty saw this as his chance. He made himself known in the town and announced that he would help them. The people scoffed at him - after all, he was only a Conflict. Even after helping many a person there, they still didn't seem to accept him. Although disheartened, he wasn't going to give up. He continued to work and after a while, he was pushing even harder than those who had lost everything. Over time, people began to respect his efforts, but he didn't slow his pace. He called for improvements to be made and action to be taken. The city found itself in a much better place after just months of his care. He became recognized as the guardian, but there were still those who were not finished beating him down. As he struggled to get the other guardians to acknowledge and accept him, gangs attempted to kidnap, harm, and even kill him. However, thanks to his dog-fighting days, he could not be bested. Even after being repeatedly assaulted, he still offered help and treated the people as equals. It took several painful years, but he finally earned the respect he needed to smoothly run the city.
Personal problems:
Quirks: Animals seem to respect or fear his presence
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Nervous tics: He's been trained not to show any signs of weakness, so he had to find some sort of mechanism that didn't draw attention. This ended up being panting to almost hyperventilation. His mouth doesn't hang open, so the most noticeable thing is how quickly his sides move. If overwhelmed, he'll simply squeeze his eyes shut and tense up his shoulders.
Skills/Talents: He's adapted quite well to technology, considering his species. While he's not the best at operating things like computers, he far exceeds the expectations of both beholders and Conflicts combined.
Magical ability: None known - he's never really tapped into it
Dominant hand: Right
Handwriting:
Weapon: He uses only what's on him already, that being his claws, teeth, and brute force
Weapon: He uses only what's on him already, that being his claws, teeth, and brute force
Fighting style: If legitimately fighting, Rusty aims to latch onto his opponent, preferably on their back. He's a whirlwind of fangs and claw as he bites and scratches like crazy to cause as much damage as quickly as possible. If he can get that far, he'll clamp his jaws around the offender's neck. From a distance, he looks much like a feral cat fighting and many struggle to keep up with his swift movements
Alignment: Neutral good
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Voice: Pretty deep and midly raspy. Never wavers, making him seem ever confident
Kind of clothing:
Alignment: Neutral good
Religion:
Voice: Pretty deep and midly raspy. Never wavers, making him seem ever confident
Kind of clothing:
Accessories: A simple gold band that keeps his hair up
Scars: His entire body is covered in scars, the worst place being his tail. It was nearly ripped off multiple times. This is where many of his attackers would aim since it would have a high chance of killing him if removed. The ones that are typically visible are the three scratch marks under his left eye, two on his nose, two on his right wrist, three large ones stretching across his left arm down to his fingers, two on his left foot, one on his right ankle, a huge one covering nearly his entire right shin/knee, and, of course, those on his tail. There are a couple other huge ones that reach all over his torso as well. There are many others that remain unseen under his fur.
Marks/tattoos: He has a slave brand on his left calf. It glows orange and yellow due to the magic used to create it. Looks like a circle with a simply shaped cat head. Cat's eyes are burning slits of fire. Above the head reads "FIRE" and below says "CAT"
Allergies:
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Medical conditions: He's colorblind - tritanopia (blue-yellow weakness). This causes him to see mainly in pinks, blues and whites
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Sleep patterns: Rusty's forced to sleep whenever he can due to his very busy schedule. He has a tendency to work until he's about to drop, hardly able to stand, at which point his helpers have to shoo him off to bed before he gets himself hurt. Because of this unhealthy timing, he has a tendency to go down. He'll be curled up in a ball or stretched out in the sun, appearing to be sleeping peacefully, but at this point, he's near impossible to wake up. His body pretty much shuts down for a minimum of twelve hours, which usually stretch to twenty four or more. These effects will be much milder if he can get a few catnaps in, but this doesn't happen too often. Occasionally, his helpers won't be able to get to him in time and he'll have collapsed on his desk or in the midst of some other task.
Posture: Considering he walks around on his hands and feet a lot of the time, his posture is surprisingly good. He almost always stands and sits up straight, only slouching to see things better or duck through doorways.
Languages spoken: Basic. Knows a minimal amount of Canine as well
Scent: New paper and laundry detergent
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Scent: New paper and laundry detergent
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Addictions/obsessions: Other than being a workaholic, none
Addictions/obsessions: Other than being a workaholic, none
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Patience: Rusty will wait for about ten minutes no matter the circumstance before he starts to fidget. His twitching will increase progressively as time wears on and he struggles to occupy himself. After about forty five minutes, he's likely to barge in to whatever and look for the holdup
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Patience: Rusty will wait for about ten minutes no matter the circumstance before he starts to fidget. His twitching will increase progressively as time wears on and he struggles to occupy himself. After about forty five minutes, he's likely to barge in to whatever and look for the holdup
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Design notes: Opacity of brand can change
Design changes over time: None
Design changes over time: None
Creation date: 7/8/16
Cat or dog person: Not really fond of either since they've always been large, feral versions that he's been forced to fight to the near death with
Musical ability: None
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Cat or dog person: Not really fond of either since they've always been large, feral versions that he's been forced to fight to the near death with
Musical ability: None
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Favorite food: Graham crackers
Favorite drink: He's pretty fond of coffee, but typically just the iced stuff. He likes way too much sugary junk in it as well
Favorite flavor: Chocolate
Favorite color: Soft, pastel pinks
Favorite color: Soft, pastel pinks
Favorite animal: He just doesn't really like any animal enough to deem it a favorite
Favorite place:
Favorite object: Stress balls. He likes to play with them and bat them around and squish them similar to how a cat would, but not while anyone's in the vicinity, of course
Favorite holiday:
Favorite season: Fall. He likes pretty much everything about it - crisp air, fallen leaves, random rainshowers, colors, sweaters, and just the general cozy vibe of it
Least favorite food: Ravioli
Least favorite drink: Any kind of energy drink
Least favorite flavor: Lemon
Least favorite color: Yellow simply for the reason that he can't see it
Least favorite animal: Anything feral, large, or particularly angry
Least favorite place: Underground areas
Least favorite object: Muzzles. Not only has he had several slapped on him, he feels kind of bad for anyone else who has to put up with a cold metal cage around their face.
Least favorite place: Underground areas
Least favorite object: Muzzles. Not only has he had several slapped on him, he feels kind of bad for anyone else who has to put up with a cold metal cage around their face.
Least favorite holiday:
Least favorite season: Winter. The crisp air of Fall has its charms, but this is just too much. Considering how active he has to be, wading through the snow is a huge pain. Granted, his extra fur helps keep him warm, but it also collects large clumps of snow in its tangles, leaving it to melt slowly and soak his fur for hours to follow. His face is oddly prone to get windbruned, mainly on the right half. Also, it's kind of difficult to be threatening when you have a near permanent case of the sniffles
Least favorite season: Winter. The crisp air of Fall has its charms, but this is just too much. Considering how active he has to be, wading through the snow is a huge pain. Granted, his extra fur helps keep him warm, but it also collects large clumps of snow in its tangles, leaving it to melt slowly and soak his fur for hours to follow. His face is oddly prone to get windbruned, mainly on the right half. Also, it's kind of difficult to be threatening when you have a near permanent case of the sniffles
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