xx c a l l [me] ;;. Haunt.
xx a l w a y s ;;. Male.
xx m y [bloodlines] ;;. Pure Rottweiler.
xx l o s t [family] ;;. He never really knew his parents, as he was taken away from them at a very young age. His siblings he does not know, though one sister lives close by. Kayv. His flesh and blood lines with the enemy pack and he doesn’t even know they are related.
xx m y [lover] ;;. He has none right now.
xx c h i p [off] t h e [old] b l o c k ;;. No children follow in his bloodlines yet and he is in no hurry to have them.
xx f o r e v e r [loyal] ;;. Streetie Leader.

take [A] p e e k !!;;x

xx t a k e [a] g o o d [look] ;;. Powerful muscles lay snuggly over his stocky bone structure. He is clearly not built for speed, but rather fighting and power. He is a large animal, no doubt, standing roughly 30 inches at the withers. His weight is not known, and not exactly a vital piece of information. He is fit, strong, powerful and big, which is pretty much all that is on the need-to-know basis as far as basic build goes.

His coat is thick and enables warmth when needed during the winter times while keeping him cool in the summer months. It is jet-black in color, though carries a rough, bluish tinge that is hardly even noticeable. The only other place that shows black other than the basic color of his coat would be the pencil-like lines on each toe. The brown color that forms his markings and also singles his breed out to be some form of Rottie or maybe even Doberman [though his build and bloodlines show no signs of being even part Pincher] is a darker shade, possibly carrying a bit of a reddish tinge. Yet again, it is not very visible. These markings show up on his eyebrows, which can be very expressive at times, his paws, parts of his legs, on his cheeks, around his muzzle and on the sides of his chest, showing two triangular shaped spots. Like most Rottweilers, his tail was docked not long after he was born, so all that he really has of one is a stub. Though it has never bothered him and he frequently wonders how other dogs can possibly deal with such a long thing behind them all the time.

Despite the fact this might be looked upon as… bad, or making you appear to belong to a Human, Haunt proudly wears two collars that seem to add to his fierce appearance. He has an old dark brown leather collar, silver studs glistening dully in an even pattern around it. Along with that, he has on a pinch collar. The device is more commonly used to help Humans train their canines, but he takes the spikes and over-all look to add to how he appears.

xx b e w a r e [the] d o g ;;. The Rottweiler is a strong dog and Haunt is no exception at all. He is highly skilled in fighting, though as his build shows, speed is not one of his greatest strengths. But now, don’t only hear what you wish to hear on me. Haunt is no murderer. Haunt is not a psychopath. Neither are Rotties in general. He is a well-tempered dog, though likes to inform others that he is the leader of the Streeties and he likes to make sure they remember it. He will not tolerate intruders and will rarely allow an outsider to the Streeties with a long line of questions, tests and thinking.

Even though he is skilled at it and built for it, he would rather talk over problems than jump to violence right away. Don’t get me wrong; if there are no signs at all for something to be discussed away, he will resort to fighting. In which case, he will not be the dog to mess with.

While he is still somewhat young, he is nonetheless wiser about things. Throughout his whole live he has enjoyed spending his spare time alone where he can just think, allowing his mind to go from one topic to another. He almost always goes over everything, checking all possibilities, before making a move.

Still, all this is true, Haunt can never turn up a time to just lay back and relax, or play some kind of game with the puppies or other Street dogs. He simply loves to have a good time when in the right personality and can even appear to be unleader-like when doing so. He likes to rough-house and cause problems. Though, the problem-causing part has begun to die down as there really isn’t anyone to annoy who holds a higher position, as he is the top-dog for the Streeties.

His expressions are generally easy to tell because of the brown patches for eyebrows that he has. They are almost always tipped or pressed towards each other to express whatever it is he feels, so it can be easy to know when to avoid him if he is angry, or when he would be okay with a joke. His temper can come easy if he is bothered in something he wants to be alone with, though it is rare that he will be tempermental.

xx l o s s [pain] l o v e ;;. Looking back over his past, he would merely just assume he had been born a Streetie. All he remembers is growing up in this Factory. In this territory. He was mothered by a kind female who died not long after he reached age one. He will always miss her, though common sense told him she was not his mother. But that never stopped him from loving her as one. From the moment he opened his eyes, this is where he had called home. He had met friends here, and lost some. And now, he holds the highest position. Growing up, he had never even dreamed he’d hold a position like this. Delight had gripped him so hard when he had been left as the leader, yet the feeling was drown out by grief since the former Streetie leader had been someone he’d call a friend.

All of this is true, but there are many holes in it. Who were his real parents? Did he have any siblings? What about where he came from?

Haunt had been born one of the sons of two great show dogs. They both carried strong, healthy bloodlines that they passed onto their pups. While at a very young age, quite a few of the young dogs were captured and stolen from the Humans and their parents. The man’s purpose for doing so was never really known, and neither was the reason as to why has threw two of the dogs out of his vehicle and into the night, while he kept the others.

Maybe he thought they were defective or he just didn’t like their personalities.

Haunt was one of them, while the other was his sister who would earn the name of Kayv and become a Junkyard dog. He never knew—and still doesn’t, for that matter—that the other Rottweiler is, in fact, his sister.

Anyway. He was found by a Streetie quite a few days later and since the leader had a kind heart, he was allowed to stay and become healthier. He was never fully accepted until later on, after he was old enough to prove his true value to the pack. After those tests, he was accepted and became friends with the leader. He was then left to take control of the Streeties after the death of his friend.

This is where he stands now. Making his history with each breath.