Lare

Personality: 

Direct and without subtlety, Lare speaks his mind with little thought, only thinking of the consequences after the words have been said. He can come across as abrasive and insensitive because of this: though rarely means to cause serious offense. Loyal in his own way: though often remaining aloof and casual, he will harbor a deep attention and concern for those who have shown to be his friends. He can seem unresponsive when alerted to other's problems; but will often plot and conceive a response. His solutions tend to be extreme and are usually rejected when he suggests them.

His behaviour can seem erratic to others when he initially meets them: the blunt way in which he deals with present issues, but the method of silent scheming he approaches more serious matters. His amiable relationship with most, but his apparent lack of empathy or guilt when it comes to harming or wronging even the innocent. His pattern of actions can be understood to a high degree of accuracy to those who spend a great deal of time with him.
He is easily convinced to other's way of thinking, and can be persuaded to carry out actions with little thought for right and wrong or the consequences for himself.




Appearance: Closer to the size of his GSD father than his greyhound mother, he is slender, long-legged and lacking in bulk, giving him a slightly out-of-balance appearance. His coat is short yet shaggy: growing longer at his legs, stomach, neck and back. His coat is a dark grey, fading to near-black at his muzzle, lower legs, tail, and back. His tail became damaged when he was young and most of it was lost, effectively amputated. He is in good condition, considering how often he enjoys a fight: most of his scarring is limited to the face and forelegs, and none are large enough to be worth noting. His eyes are dark brown, nearly black in any low light.



History: He was born in an abandoned police station, to his greyhound mother and German Shepherd father. The birth was hard on his mother, and she weakened considerably following their birth, passing away a few months afterwards. He was the oldest of a litter of three, his younger brother being more similar to his mother in both appearance and nature, and the youngest of the three, a female, passing away within days of birth. From an early age, there was competition between the two brothers, though of a good nature, since neither of them were spiteful or capable of causing harm to the other. Their father favoured Lare over his younger sibling, due to his adaptability, ability to take orders, and his stronger physique.

As the years passed, their pack accumulated more members until their numbers reached a dozen. His father struggled to control that many individuals, and fights for dominance began to break out. One member in particular, a larger male of mastiff breed, eventually claimed leadership over the pack. Lare's father, growing old, sustained fatal wounds in the final battle, and died from his injuries only hours afterwards. The pack's new leader, wary of the son's presence and the risk they posed to his position, slaughtered the young son and set his sights on killing Lare next. Lare was alerted to the plans by an older female, and hastily escaped before they could be carried out. He later discovered that the pack disbanded months after his departure.

Season born: Summer.


RP Sample: Their response was too much, really. The looks of horror and hatred, the glares that promised revenge: he hadn't been prepared for this. He had been ready for...gratitude, had expected their praise and adulation. He glanced down to the body at his feet, barely bleeding despite Lare's brutal attack, and frowned down at the still-snarling set of the smaller dog's lips. The mumble of words, indecipherable at their volume and number, grew between the watching canines until they were silenced at a word; the eldest, the leader, stepped forward, hair rising at his shoulders despite his apparent lack of fury. His eyes roamed the younger dog, lingering on the red stains at his mouth, dripping into the fur at his throat, and spoke, voice a warning rumble.

"Lare, why have you done this?" 

Lare frowned, finally looking up to meet the gaze of the larger dog, stood only feet away. He'd thought...he'd been told...his eyes sought the individual he thought of, finding the white creature near the back of the group, eyeing him searchingly until the other looked away, eyes tense and unyielding. The silence was crushing: forced the air from Lare's lungs in a low whine before he responded, a hint of pleading in his tone that he perhaps hadn't intended to be there.

"I- I'd thought," another thin whine grew in his throat. "I was told..." 

What had he been told? That the animal at his feet was a liar? A traitor? That he was dangerous? He could remember, the old white dog's words. I'd kill him, if I wasn't as old as I am. He'd been told. 

They were still waiting for a response, and that was all he could give them.

"I was told."

He felt no guilt for this: shame that they felt shame toward him, sadness that they would doubtlessly make him leave, or kill him, or worse. He couldn't understand, the old dog had said himself that the small one was an annoyance, would be better off gone. I'd kill him, if I wasn't as old as I am. 

Lare braced himself for the inevitable words or strike, perhaps both, as the leader tested his statement, pinned him with a heavy gaze before turning away, and Lare identified the look in his eyes as disgust. Only a word was uttered, and Lare had to wait for it to be repeated before he could understand its implications.

Leave.

His body reacted before his mind could, turning and running, claws cleaving into the soft soil as he did what he did best: as he was told.




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