Quantum

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Quantum!

Quantum is joining us from Newark, New Jersey. this 3 year old is going to celebrate his next birthday on July 4th. he's usually very keen, protective, and domineering and is really quite good at fighting, hunting, and guarding. Quantum's problem is with other brutes. tsk tsk. welcome to MADNESS, hun.

full name: Quantum
breed face: European Doberman Pinscher
member group:House-Pet (Fighting Dog)
age: 3
likes: Pups, Protecting, Fighting
dislikes: Fighting, Brutes, Cats

personality: 

Quantum is a kind, loving, and protecting male when it comes to those he cares about. Yet, that's not very often. Usually, he is known to pick fights and bully others because of his prior history with fighting. Quantum loves pups more than anything in this world and love protecting them from harm in any way, shape, or form. Quantum has been known to snap into a black hole and murder other dogs for the sake of bloodlust but has not had an "accident" in over a year. Quantum loves to dominate over others, but knows his place in the packs hierarchy but would dream of overstepping an Alpha at moments notice. Built for taste of blood and bred to kill. The perfect job for Quantum would be as caretaker or guardian of pups and Alpha's because of his history and that no one would make it to those being protected alive because he would strike. Otherwise, Quantum tries to keep to himself and tries not to black out or attack for no reason.

history:

Quantum was born on July 4th into a litter of 9 pups. They were housed in a small pen where there mother could barely stand up on her own and if she did she was force to crouch from the inadequate housing for her and the pups. Unbeknownst to Quantum, but he was born in a puppy mill and bred for fighting. As soon as the he and his litter mates were able to stand they were taken from their mother and placed into separate cages, where food and water was scarce. This was the weaning process, those who survived were sold to strangers.

From his 2nd month of life to his 4th, Quantum fought for his life, barely surviving the brutal and harsh treatments. The constant whines and cries from his siblings and other puppies from various breeds. Quantum never cried, but only listened to the others die out. By the time he was 6 months old, he and a few other surviving pups were place in a large containment cell where many onlookers would bet on the pups. Quantum sat in the middle of the ring, his chest broad and built and holding the numbers 539. He was sold that day to a young african american who would raise Quantum to be the baddest dog in the Ghetto.

Quantum was trained to strike and kill, there was no inbetween for his master. To wait until the time was right, when the other would strike, and then he was to lock his jaws around the most tender parts of their neck and snap. It took him 6 months to bear the burden of being able to kill on the spot. Living conditions were meek for his first year with the young black man, he stayed outside at all times and was fed once a week. Thus driving the want and hunger for blood and food, causing Quantum to become ruthless. By his second birthday, Quantum was unstoppable. Together, his master and himself were ruling the dog fights in the surround cities as well as in New York. Taking out Rottweilers, Pit Bulls, Rat Terriers, German Shepherds, as well as other Dobermans. Quantum was never touched by another dog or human other than his own. They entered that ring, but never came out. It was a terrible life for him, taking lives.

It wasn't until a strange man entered the fights, bringing in a young female American Doberman. Quantum was on edge, he had never had to fight a female, and regardless it was against who he was. His mother would be ashamed if she had known he would fight a woman. As the gate opened, Quantum wouldn't leave. He forcibly stayed where he was, as he watched her enter the ring. Quantums master poked and prodded him with a stick to get him out. Once Quantum was from his cage, the crowd fell silent. Then as strange as it was, the two dobermans laid in the middle of the ring. Quiet and calm as they laid next to each other. Quantum embraced his sister with a heartfelt hug and tender licks across her face. He refused to fight, and so did she, and so did her owner who now held a gun in the air and a badge above his head. Quantum was saved, and the puppy mill was shut down. Everyone was happy, except Quantum who wanted out of the life of living with humans and the life of being free in the wild.

The moment came when Quantum was brought back to the cops home, in the hills of upper New York. A large farm with the mountains in view and all the space he could ask for. Still he was being ruled, when he needed to rule. The day came, when he escaped and never returned. Quantum owes his life to that man and wishes each day past that he stayed, but something bigger called him from the wood and he has been traveling since.

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hello! my name is Quantum! and i'm excited to be here. i've been roleplaying for about 13 years now. other characters on this site that belong to me are Fly. my time zone is EST. and that's all you need to know about me! oh, and this is what an average post for me looks like:

Quantum's legs were tired from the travel, tender from the wilderness taking it's toll out on his body faster than wear and tear from the city. His body was sleek and large, standing in at 28" and 96 lbs, with black and tan markings and points. Long slender legs connect with a strongly built core that help him obtain the speed and velocity needed to strike and kill his opponent. No matter the species, Quantum would usually win. Never losing a battle to this day and nearing his 4th birthday.

It was only a few months ago when the raid happened, it was the winter of his 3rd birthday, maybe December or January when the man took him from the unhappy place where he lived his younger years as a militant to battle for gangs and profit seekers. It was around March when he took off into the wilderness, seeking a more wild home for his wild heart.

Quantum has been searching for a purpose since leaving that home, searching for life where he can be himself and put his traits to good use. Quantum stood up from his spot and pressed on, following various scents to different places hoping to see the world and settle down with others just like him.

^{this was made by THE ONLY EXCEPTION ! at caution. do not remove this or
i'll have to send my thousand ninjas after you.}