Name: Devlin; meaning "Fierce courage"

Age: 5

Gender: Male

Appearance: Devlin is a dog built for both speed and power, he, like most Dobermans, is compactly-built. His glistening coat is mostly black, with the typical rust colored markings of his kind; a large splotch on the underside of his long muzzle; the small roughly circle shaped spots on either side of his chest; the markings going up his long front legs and stopping halfway up; the same thing for his powerful hind legs. His markings are actually quite sharp, compared to some dogs have markings that fade and blend at the edges softly; his meanwhile, are sharply defined from the inky blackness of his coat. The length of his coat is very short, and highlights the male's rippling muscles as he moves. His chocolate colored eyes are intelligent, calulating, for the most part; although those dark eyes can sometimes hold a fire, and other times they are like a predator sizing up an enemy, sometimes they are like stone. While he does look fierce, he does have a softer look than the breed standard, as his ears are naturally floppy and his tail is of its natural length.

Devlin is a fairly large dog, standing at twenty-eight (28) inches at the shoulder, and weighing one hundred (100) pounds. Even though he is large, he has an easy, athletic way of moving; his pawsteps are light and graceful, unexpected of a dog like him. He has a noble, wedge-shaped head, and a sleek but substantial body; like all Dobermans, he has an elegant appearance. Portraying elegance and power, a noble appearance that is also conveniently fierce. He looks like any other typical dog of his breed; even without the traditionally cropped ears and docked tail, which serves to make the breed even more sleek and intimidating; he still cuts an impessive figure. Built for speed and enduracne, agility and power. He holds himself confidently, not in the arrogant type of way, but as a fighter would; knowing that he can handle himself in a fight. He has several scars and marks from various fights. One of the more distinctive ones is a triangle-shaped notch taken out of his right ear, a medium-sized mark. At the right angle, one could see a set of claw marks on the inside of his left hind leg. His voice is deep, fitting of his appearance.

His jaws are strong, and his white teeth are sharp. His barks are deep and almost booming. And he looks like a fighter, a survivor. In fact, he would be an effective guard, espeically on the physical appearance side. From his smooth athletic movements; the glistening coat that seems to catch pieces of light; his poweful, sleek build; and the fierce, vigilant way that he just looks like.


(Stock credits to EdgedFeather on Deviantart.
Image the ears are not cropped, and the collar is gone)

Personality: Devlin is a survivor. Cautious, he has never been one to trust easily; it takes time for him to trust someone else. Sure, he will be polite, civil, and go along with something; but underneath he is watching for any suspicious actions or phrasings of words. He has survived things, and is determined to keep on living to see another day; to draw another breath. Someone who has endured things, and will keep on enduring until he doesn't have to anymore. He has walls built up, and can be suspicious of others at times. While he is not an arrogant dog, he does have some pride in himself and his skills; and he shows that he is not arrogant by being open to being corrected on a matter, although if the tone and phrasing is just a touch too condescending and Devlin's patience is just frayed enough, he can get defensive.

Devlin may have a softer look than some of his kind, but he still possesses the fierce temperment of his breed. He likes to fight, in fact; not that he will go around picking ones just because, but the point is still there. While he is still pretty patient and controlled, it is still difficult to control his anger sometimes. Doing so is like not eating or drinking or sleeping, or it feels like it; fierceness and anger have always come easily to his breed, and surpressing it just feels like doing against his nature. He is a vigilant dog, not much goes by without him seeing or hearing it. He likes to play the role of a guard, and it is actually quite fun for him to see what is going on; and a bit of a habit too, he has always been an alert dog. Say what you want about him, he is a watch dog through and through, he watches and listens for danger or suspicious things. By nature, he is not a manipulator or trickster, but he does have a keen intelligence and is a bit calculating;

He is a fearless dog, and will greet a threat with a teeth bared in a snarl and a growl in his throat; yes, he does known when to back off, to choose his battles, and to be wary, but his first instinct is to attack over everything else. The meaning of his name fits him, fierce courage indeed. He can do something that makes him afraid, because fear is fear in his mind; and it is something that can be conquered. He has morals, a sense of what is wrong and right; and does not like to see others suffering. Unless they are truly horrible and have made it personal, then he does take some satisfaction in it, even though he knows deep down inside it is wrong.

Rank: Subordinate

Desired Rank: Content

Other: Doberman pinscher

[credit for this image goes to HOTNStock on da]

[credits for this image above goes to EternalOcean on da]

Deimos is a tall-statured canid. Standing at around three feet (a few inches above the average for a male wolf), Deimos is a sight to behold. While he is tall, that isn't the most intimidating thing about him. No, it's his eyes. They strike out against his dark pelt and are a unique, bright yellow. They have a way of staring at you, as if he knows your deepest darkest secrets. When night arrives, they are perhaps the only thing visible about him.

While Deimos has a dark pelt, it isn't purely black. Upon his neck, starting from behind his ears and ending at his shoulder blades, his pelt transitions into a brown with flecks of white scattered around. This odd look makes it seem as if he's wearing a cape of sorts.

His nose and pawpads are both black, and a few scars remain upon his body from past experiences. Additionally, his scent consists of fire smoke, and his voice is oddly deep.

All slots should now be reserved.

All reservations have been extended for an extra 12 hours as I was busy, plus they're now 24 hours.

Think I'm done!

Looks good, accepted!