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My character for the OCT , which I just heard about today. xD I hope I have enough time to complete a decent audition.

Name: Savior (self-given), Vsevolod (birth); will always introduce self as 'Savior', so only mind-readers will know about his birth name
Breed Base: Golden Irish (Irish Setter/Golden Retriever)
Age: 6 years
Gender: male
Abilities: n/a
Strengths: He is surprisingly flexible, has a strong sense of balance, and enjoys breaking bones with his teeth.
Weaknesses: He has weak lungs, low stamina, weak hips/back legs, and a tendency to meet frontal assaults with his shoulders.
Personality: Imagine your stereotypical sleazy, self-interested, power hungry corporate CEO with deceptive charm and slight psychopathic tendencies. That's him in dog form. EDIT: He thinks he's a master manipulator of mind games but really his methods are more like schoolyard bullying than anything else.
History: The only important thing is that he usually has a couple of big, dumb, thug-like lackeys that follow him around. However, when he enters Pripyat, he is alone. EDIT: I've decided to add a bit now that he's a more fleshed out character. Savior has lived with quite a few different humans over his years, usually using their care to heal from injuries sustained from feral life. He leaves/escapes whenever it is convenient and has been microchipped before, but he had another dog get it out of his neck, which is now healed over completely (the scar is hidden by his neck fur).
Likes: Being the boss, how awesome and brilliant he is, food.
Dislikes: Other people telling him what to do, surprises, bad-smelling things and places.
Other: I haven't decided how ~evil~ he is going to be yet, we'll see how that develops. He will straight up kill and maim combatants though and will kill pups, pregnant bitches, and the elderly if he feels it to be necessary. I might take him further than that, if I feel up to it. x) I guess his goal is to take over Pripyat... or something. EDIT: Furthermore, he is pretty old for a feral dog and is not particularly energetic, that combined with his poor lungs and weak hips means he won't run unless he has to. Experience has also given him pretty decent deductive capabilities.
Fighting Methods: "Old age and treachery will defeat youth and skill" is a good proverb to describe his fighting tendencies. He will use his front paws to strike as well as his teeth, which resemble slaps or palm strikes since worn down dog claws don't really do much damage. He's taken a lot of attacks to the face and shoulders so mentally he wouldn't be fazed much if he got hit there. The reason he gets hit there so much is that unlike most dogs, he doesn't dodge attacks to his throat, preferring to move and put his face/shoulder/leg in the way. That way he can counterattack quickly while his opponent is attacking. Oddly enough, he might be worse at fighting a single highly athletic/skilled/experienced opponent than a group of fighters. He's traveled through other pack's territories quite often, and so has honed his spatial intelligence and ability to use the chaos of a group fight to his advantage. He also does not have a "grip and crush" kind of bite, he tends to bite, let go, then bite again.

Oh, and he's a little over 2 feet at the withers, for reference.

~FEEL FREE TO MAKE HIM AS VILLAINOUS AS YOU PLEASE~

Savior (c) ~Wolvekit

Description
My character for the OCT , which I just heard about today. xD I hope I have enough time to complete a decent audition.

Name: Savior (self-given), Vsevolod (birth); will always introduce self as 'Savior', so only mind-readers will know about his birth name
Breed Base: Golden Irish (Irish Setter/Golden Retriever)
Age: 6 years
Gender: male
Abilities: n/a
Strengths: He is surprisingly flexible, has a strong sense of balance, and enjoys breaking bones with his teeth.
Weaknesses: He has weak lungs, low stamina, weak hips/back legs, and a tendency to meet frontal assaults with his shoulders.
Personality: Imagine your stereotypical sleazy, self-interested, power hungry corporate CEO with deceptive charm and slight psychopathic tendencies. That's him in dog form. EDIT: He thinks he's a master manipulator of mind games but really his methods are more like schoolyard bullying than anything else.
History: The only important thing is that he usually has a couple of big, dumb, thug-like lackeys that follow him around. However, when he enters Pripyat, he is alone. EDIT: I've decided to add a bit now that he's a more fleshed out character. Savior has lived with quite a few different humans over his years, usually using their care to heal from injuries sustained from feral life. He leaves/escapes whenever it is convenient and has been microchipped before, but he had another dog get it out of his neck, which is now healed over completely (the scar is hidden by his neck fur).
Likes: Being the boss, how awesome and brilliant he is, food.
Dislikes: Other people telling him what to do, surprises, bad-smelling things and places.
Other: I haven't decided how ~evil~ he is going to be yet, we'll see how that develops. He will straight up kill and maim combatants though and will kill pups, pregnant bitches, and the elderly if he feels it to be necessary. I might take him further than that, if I feel up to it. x) I guess his goal is to take over Pripyat... or something. EDIT: Furthermore, he is pretty old for a feral dog and is not particularly energetic, that combined with his poor lungs and weak hips means he won't run unless he has to. Experience has also given him pretty decent deductive capabilities.
Fighting Methods: "Old age and treachery will defeat youth and skill" is a good proverb to describe his fighting tendencies. He will use his front paws to strike as well as his teeth, which resemble slaps or palm strikes since worn down dog claws don't really do much damage. He's taken a lot of attacks to the face and shoulders so mentally he wouldn't be fazed much if he got hit there. The reason he gets hit there so much is that unlike most dogs, he doesn't dodge attacks to his throat, preferring to move and put his face/shoulder/leg in the way. That way he can counterattack quickly while his opponent is attacking. Oddly enough, he might be worse at fighting a single highly athletic/skilled/experienced opponent than a group of fighters. He's traveled through other pack's territories quite often, and so has honed his spatial intelligence and ability to use the chaos of a group fight to his advantage. He also does not have a "grip and crush" kind of bite, he tends to bite, let go, then bite again.

Oh, and he's a little over 2 feet at the withers, for reference.

~FEEL FREE TO MAKE HIM AS VILLAINOUS AS YOU PLEASE~

Savior (c) ~Wolvekit