My Vagrant ( [link] ) character. He's my Ginga Densetsu Weed fan character, really.

Name: Dirge (often referred to as Chouka by the native dogs)
Breed: American Staffordshire/American Pit Bull Terrier
Age: 8
Gender: Male
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Dirge was born unto a very inbred family on both sides, not to mention both his dam and sire were over-used, over-stressed, and over-worked, being pit dogs in an illegal fighting ring and backyard breeding kennel in North America. His mother’s uterus was literally hang on her outside when Dirge was born, thus making him the last surviving puppy of his mother, who understandably died shortly after in agony and insanity. None of his brothers and sister survived from his litter, and although he was aware that some of the other dogs in the junkyard where he was born were his siblings, it mattered not; when he was of age, he fought. At first, he was used as a baiting dog, and thus the other canines would constantly beat him until the humans in charge of the cruel operation decided they’d had enough training, or he was close enough to death. Such ‘training’ make Dirge eager for the chance to gain his revenge, and although he was constantly malnourished, he grew to an alarming size, being quite heavy-set and tall. He became a fast favourite regardless of his humble upbringings, for his favourite game as a puppy was to latch his jaws onto tires and throw them as high and as far as he possibly could. This soon became his signature move, for in fights, he’s often grab ahold of the other dog’s necks and whirl them about until their necks broke or their spines snapped.

Because dogs were not meant to be killed, for that was the loss of valuable property, Dirge became quite the centre of hostile intentions, though an aggressive breeder for his masters. However, it was quickly found out that the insanity his mother had suffered at her end had been passed onto Dirge, and he was shot for attacking and mauling a few of the pit runners, managing to kill one. Thinking he was dead, the humans merely ditched him in the dumpster of a restaurant and left. However, when the garbage collectors came, what they found was a very angry, very violent, albeit very weak ‘it bull’ that had clearly been abused. One of the rescuers took the dog to a local animal shelter where his bullet was extracted, although there was a slight problem; Dirge managed to chew through every one of his muzzled, prompting the social workers to give him hard metal wire braces, which were no exception.

A family came in one day, and discovered Dirge when he was napping. Deciding they would adopt this rescue pooch, they were warned but accepted none the less, believing themselves to be prepared enough to rehabilitate a dangerous dog. It was soon after that Dirge was given his first name; his family were foreign, and referred to him as Aika for the odd whining sound he made as though singing; the shelter workers began calling him Dirge. However, the family was in the process of moving, and thus had Dirge shipped to them via airplane. Dirge chewed through his metal wire muzzle as he always did, only this time, there was no veterinarian to sew his mouth, gums, and face back up. He repetitively threw himself against his cage’s walls, which eventually gave out from his strength and weight. When the plane landed in Japan, Dirge had been wandering around in the cargo hold for hours, tormenting the belly of the aircraft, and ripping apart luggage and other pets alike if he managed to get into the other carriers.

When the hold was opened, the grey, black and white dog leapt out, quite happy to be free from the miserable plane, and attacked one of the air company workers who was just there to empty the cargo. Dirge then ran for it, completely unaware that the area would then be swept for the dangerous dog that had mauled a person with a dangerously twisted muzzle that acted as a second pair of teeth.

Dirge made his way across a few counties, and although it took him two years, he eventually landed in the legendary regions of the equally legendary packs and battles, hearing a few stories about it though only ending up in the area by fluke. Over time, his travels had allowed him to encounter many creatures, large to small, some canine, others not, and he’s never noticed that he’s been furious with them all, nor that he’s earned the same name that he had when he was ‘with’ his family. When he attacks something, he manages to convince himself it’s something entirely normal; after all, it’s what he was raised to do. It is Dirge’s firm belief that all dogs are fighters, and he is the best. He doesn’t need to prove it to himself, although he will for any reason or no reason.