Forced to Fight

[wingfeather]

Out in the back country of New Mexico behind a run down farmhouse, a group of men come nearly nightly with their dogs to force them into fights. The starved dogs get very violent and it is not uncommon for there even to be a few deaths. Will the canines be forced to fight all their lives until they no longer can? Or will your dog escape this cruel lifestyle and be able to run free and be a normal dog?



~ as of now I ask that there is a three character limit please

~ I would suggest older characters as your dogs will be fighting but it is all up to you



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[wingfeather]

Name: Revenge

Age: 7

Gender: Male

Appearance: Russian bear dog 

Personality: Revenge is a very quiet dog who would prefer peaceful walks through the forest, or taking a nap on a sun warmed stone over tooth and claw fights. He is generally soft-spoken and can be shy around new dogs but can be a lot of fun once he gets to know you.

Backstory: Revenge was imported from Russia by his master when he was a very young pup. They had been together ever since. At first things had been pretty fine, though Revenge never got to go out, and the backyard was very tiny. But then this other fellow started coming around just before he turned one. From the first sighting Revenge knew he did not like the guy one bit. It all started with a strange smell on his master’s breath, then ‘accidentally’ not being fed, or so Revenge thought. Then it continued, his master started to beat him for seemingly no reason and he was left outside with no shelter to the elements. Soon after, his master started taking him out to this old battered farmhouse where he found himself kicked into a ring with another snarling dog. His first reaction was one of fear, he backed up against the wall and tucked his tail. The dog ran and attacked him, tearing some flesh from his shoulder. Revenge was pulled out and his master, after leaving the place, started yelling at Revenge and beating him with his belt. After that night something changed and though he hated it, Revenge rarely lost.

Strengths: sheer size, powerful strength, especially keen eyesight, a good fighter

Weaknesses: not very fast, clumsy, not very good at speaking his thoughts, shy

Likes: sleeping, soft and quiet places, food

Dislikes: fighting, loud noises

Mate/Crush: Open!

Master/Owner: Jóse Cortez

Other info: Revenge becomes VERY nervous around females he doesn’t know.

[tenebria]

Name: Muerto
Age: 6
Gender: Male
Appearance: Pitbull x Canis Panther



Personality:  Muerto is silent death.  He doesn't do small talk, and when he does speak, it's usually to rumble a death threat. He fears nothing, and hates everything. Fighting and violence is in his blood, and there isn't much he'd rather do more. He's a survivalist, and will do anything as long as he comes out on top. Surprisingly he doesn't like to cheat though, especially in fights, but he doesn't need to cheat to win, and he knows it. He hates humans with a fury that is terrifying, and is only controlled by their whips and chains. He hates dogs too, and well he must to be able to take them down without flinching. More specifically, he detest strong dogs that are truly cowards at heart. The ones who fight terriers to rise to the top, and then when faced with this black devil, turn and flee. To sum it up... Muerto doesn't fight for man. He fights for himself. 

Backstory: Muerto was born in a dark alley in Stockton, California, along with four other siblings. Two died moments after birth, and the other three barely survived. Their mother was a pitbull, abused an weakened, having been a fighting dog herself. She'd escaped by almost dying, and now was holding onto her last few moments to try and give her pups a chance. She died four weeks after their birth, leaving them helpless. Muerto was the oldest, and yet immediately survival was his instinct. He knew that dragging the two weaker pups with him would only cause his death to come faster, even in his little puppy mind. And so he left them beside their mother, and took off on his own. A month of trying to survive on his own almost had him killed, he barely surviving each day, until one day he stumbled into a dark abandoned building... which was flooded with light. Sounds of grotesque snarling and drunk yelling did not dissuade him as he scampered in... and was scooped up immediately. The dark haired shifty eyed man who had snagged him smelled strongly of the drink the humans were obsessed with, and smoke seemed to hang about the air around him. "Looks like this fella wants to join in" the man yelled in raucous insanity, and without a second thought, the puppy was throw onto a cold cement floor, surrounded by a chainlink fence, and men all around, laughing and yelling. And then a growl. He turned, and flattened instinctively to the ground. "I'll end it quickly, then your miserable life will not have to be lived" the pitbull standing only mere inches away snarled, it's fangs glistening. It was by no means a young dog, in fact it must have been quite a senior, but the puppy couldn't tell, nor could he know that only moments before, this dog was to be the death entertainment. But now, now this dog had one more chance to live another week. And if it meant killing a puppy, it would do it gladly. And Muerto could tell from the gleam in it's eyes. No one woul save him. A roar suddenly exploded from around the ring, and a whip cracked behind the large dog. It flashed a snarl behind it, then began stalking him, knowing his master wanted a show. Muerto instinctively began turning with the dog, his short puppy scruff bristling as he began growling in his high pitched voice. The pitbull let out a low laugh at the pups small sharp fangs. "Come on pincushion, show me what you've got" he challenged, lowering himself slightly. And that... was actually a mistake. If no one was going to save him... then Muerto would save himself. His eyes flashed with a sudden darkness, and with surprising speed he rocketed off the floor before the larger dog had time to react, and his jaws clamped down.... right on the dogs eye. It let out a roar of pure pain and shock as the puppy's pitbull jaws locked closed. He couldn't open them if he wanted to, because his body was trembling with fear as the dog began shaking and rolling, trying to throw the bloodthirsty pup off his face as blood began dripping down. And then suddenly, a voice yelled out, halting the dog's movements, and two strong hands reached down, grabbing the pups jaws and prying them apart, lifting him away from the now disabled old pitbull. A look of pain mingled admiration flashed in the dog's other eye. "You're made for this life pup, you'll survive. Just remember who you fought first when you take on your last battle" he growled as he turned, limping away towards his owner, knowing that the next fight was his last. Muerto watched, blood staining his muzzle, eyes wide. He'd had his first taste of a fight. What he didn't know, was that this was his sealed fate to do the same for the rest of his life. That night the man brought him home, and soon he learned his name to be Damien. Months passed as he neared his first year, and those months were filled with sticks, clubs, chains and men yelling at him to bite targets. The training was torment, and any other dog might have crumpled under the pressure, but he seemed to become more refined. His muscles bulged and rippled under his dark coat, and his focus more intense. No puppy remained when he hit the age of a year. The next five years of his life was a living death... for the other dogs in the fights. The first time he stepped in the ring, he killed his opponent. And nothing changed for the next years. He thrives on the fighting, the blood, and yet he hates man for forcing him to do it, for unlike commonly thought, he does not love killing every dog that steps in the ring. Most that do are strong and proud and fighters, but some seem to be gentle terrified souls, for which he ends the fight quickly, and yet more quietly, with less taunts. So he is not totally heartless. 

Strengths: Extremely powerful, very swift and agile. Focused and not easily distracted. Does not fear man, nor any other beast. Lives for the fight, and is also a very good hunter. Is terrifying. 

Weaknesses: Is absolutely terrible with other dogs. (would rather bite their heads off when he encounters them), is controlled by hate and power, has no regard for life, is often too straight forward, especially with death threats. (might be why he doesn't have any friends). Grew up in solitude, so is generally a terrifying black death hermit, very unpredictable.

Likes: Cold weather, Fighting, hunting, raw meat, good opponents, winning, trying to kill people, strangely admires cats. 

Dislikes: Being controlled and chained, being forced to do anything he doesn't want to do, fighting obviously weaker dogs, fighting peaceful dogs, hot weather, fire, bullies/cheats, MAN, Most dogs... make that most animals. 

Mate/Crush: N/A (Open)
Master/Owner: Damien Torres
Other info: I don't think you really want to try for his one's paw, unless you want your head bitten off, or a very turmoiled unemotional yet filled with emotions dark beast to deal with. 

[tenebria]

Name: Mahakali (Kali for short)
Age: 6
Gender: Female
Appearance: Tosa Inu

Personality: Despite the breeds bad rap for being so aggressive, and despite Kali being incredibly good at defeating her opponents, she hates it. She'll wound them if she must, but she has never killed a dog. And she's not about to start. Her body may be physically able, but mentally she could not bring herself to. In her youth, she may have been able to, but after she had pups, everything changed. Now she wishes only for peace, perhaps even death for peace. If her death could save a life, she would do it. If she knew it would make any difference. If you get to know her, you'll find a bruised abused dog who is simply looking for a better life... and revenge

Backstory: Mahakali was born in Japan, bred for fighting, and yet found to have a docile nature. Hoping to still get good payment for her for her breed, she was sold to a US dog fighting ring, which then sold her to a client, Keira Warner. Normally you do not imagine a woman in part of a dog fighting ring, but she was just as into it as any man. A hard life makes for tough skin and tough outlooks on the life of other creatures. Mahakali had a good first few years as she matured, her training not too rigorous, just simple agility, speed and strength courses, along with a treadmill. She enjoyed it all. Until a trainer showed up, a dog fighter trainer. When she ran up to greet him, he simply flailed his whip and brought it down on her haunches, and so her pain and abusive life began. She was beaten until she would growl, and then whipped until she would bite. She was chained outside in all elements, and began being broken down bit by bit. Her first fight was almost a disaster, but she remedied it by mangling the other dog's leg in a swift powerful jaw move. After that, she began living up to her name. Until a black Fila Brasilerio was brought to her home. He was a year older than her, and had been in dog fighting before. At first both ignored each other, wondering if they'd have to fight each other in the future, but ignoring doesn't work for long. They began speaking, and then training together, and eating together, and before long, affection grew. Their owner was furious when she found out that Kali was pregnant, and could no longer be sent to the fights, and she punished Vader by sending him to all the fights that his mate could not go to. The pups were born not long after, and Kali and Vader were happy. He was fighting well, as he was fighting for his family, a chance to see them for one more week before he would go and gamble his life again. But that time past in a fleeting glimpse, as two months after the pups birth, they were all taken from her, sold to the highest bidders and sent away. None remained. And as soon as they were gone, she was pushed back into the ring. Winter passed, and in a twisted sense of humor for New years, the owners of the fighting dogs decided to do a four way battle in the ring, two from each person, last two standing would win double money. Vader and Kali went in confident, until they were faced by two demons. A black muscular pitbull mix with gleaming pale eyes, and an equally muscled doberman. The battle was intense, the blood flying, but by the end, when the two remaining stood, Vader and the doberman remained on the ground to never rise again. The battle was ended in a tie, and the breaking of Kali's soul. Her motivation was gone. She was alone once again. And still, being forced to fight. Two more years passed of her being thrown into ring after ring, and somehow, she always fought her way out. But she knew her resolve was gone, her strength weakening. Only one thing kept her going, and that was the memory of those gleaming cat like eyes. That panther of a dog had killed her mate, when all he had to do was wound him. But he'd killed him. And now, at the first chance she got, and she was sure she would see him again, she was going to kill him. 

Strengths: Extremely fast and adequately strong, smart, can look weak and trick others, has retained her soft heart
Weaknesses: Is driven by revenge, is not extremely agile, but can hold her own around larger dogs, has a hard time wounding any dog younger or considerably older, and her battles are always longer than necessary
Likes: Sunlight, warm breezes, a simple life, peace, sleep, puppies
Dislikes: Fighting (now), Muerto (strongly hates him), most male dogs actually, unless younger or senior, humans, winter, ice
Mate/Crush: Vader (deceased killed in dog fighting), so now OPEN
Master/Owner: Kiera Warner
Other info: Open to having a mate again, but might be a bit tramautized. 

[Canadian Sunfeather]

Name: Varkado often just called Kado

Age: 8 years

Gender: Male

Apperance: Anatolian shepherd 

Personality: Varkado is very gentle and sweet to dogs and humans he knows and loves to watch over animals like sheeps and other small livestock he hates fighting as it turns him into a rage filled monster and would much rather lay down in the sun or watch over animals that need his protection.

Backstory: Varkado grew up like most dogs did with a loving family who adored him to pieces, but that didn't last long as one night the next door's neighbors dog got out and started to attack him well he tried his best to defend himself, that left him shaken and fearful around other dogs he would often lash out at them trying to attack them, one day he dug under the fence and ran away where he then found himself trapped in a alley with a strange man who wore very expensive clothes, the man then looked at him and without showing any fear picked him up and put him in a van filled with cages, he could smell other dogs but they were long gone from the van and possibly's the man's life too, the man put him in a large cage and spoke to him in a voice that sounded faintly like spanish, "Barkly what kinda name is that no if you are going to fight my freind you need a tough name like Varkado he was one of my former fighting dogs you would not know him my freind, the guys thought I was nuts bringing a hound mix in to fight but they soon shut up seeing him fight, I hope you will be just as good as he was in the ring" the man said, as he closed the cage door and the van door and got in to drive the van to a small dark rundown building which was lit only by the various candles inside, the man put him in a large enclosed fence yard and went to work training him to fight with various dogs, some weaker and hardly worth even fighting, others were strong and vicious like he was starting to be and he soon started to win fight after fight, until that one day where he badly wounded the dog called Menace who was the champion at the time, that changed the man and he started to become more intense in his training even beating Varkado when he lost, that made him hate fighting so much he would leave when he got the chance.

Strengths: His protective insticts, good fighter, long legs, powerful muscles

Weaknesses: his love of small livestock, aggression issues, fear of being attacked, his trust in other dogs/humans 

Likes: guarding small livestock, going for long walks, kids, freindly dogs, being treated nicely, having lots of room to move, female dogs like Ecoris  

Dislikes: fighting, tight/small spaces, mean dogs, his master/owner, being absued by anyone, starvation

 Crush: Ecoris

Master/Owner: Armone Tulio 

No other info 

[Canadian Sunfeather]

Name: Ecoris 

Age: 7 years and 9 months 

Gender: Female 

Apperance: Doberman 

Personality: Ecoris is very laidback and unlike her breed she is both calm and extermely smart and very loyal to the dogs she likes and trusts she can also be a bit stubborn and closed minded .

Backstory: Ecoris started her life in a dark and smelly basement surrounded by other dobermans who all bore scars and marks from the ring, but it would not stay that way as just when she was three years old, she was forced to breed with a older and unattractive male dog of unknown breed, when she gave birth to the pups as soon as they were old enough they were sold to the highest bidder, then she too was sold to a ambitious and sarcastic lady who became her master and forced her to fight much to her disliking of it, she only won ten fights per year in her lifespan and each loss angered the lady much more, to the point where she would grab a riding whip she had in the house and strike her five times with it, this ruined Ecoris's love for the lady and now she is just waiting to leave the fight scene behind.

Strengths: her personality, intelligence, her agile body, long legs, can run pretty fast, strong jaws

Weaknesses: obeying her master, male dogs (Some of them), her loyalty, pups/ young dogs

Likes: being around other dogs, learning new moves, male dogs, not fighting, running

Dislikes: Fighting (She hates it), being in tight spaces, any kind of harm being done to her or other dogs

Crush: maybe Varkado?

Master: Ebony Chrome

No other info

[wingfeather]

Name: Ganges

Age: 1

Gender: male

Appearance: Wolf

Personality: Gangis is young and very curious. He always wants to be in the middle of things and find out what is going on. He is very self-confident and thinks he can take anyone on. His owner really doesn't know how to train a fighting dog which therefore makes Ganges rather soft

Backstory: Ganges's parents were two illegally owned wolves who were forced to breed as often as possible, in short, a puppy mill. The man who bought him was a rather fidgety Mexican who seemed afraid of his own shadow. Ganges grew up with this man but he was sort of allowed to do what he wanted for a while. Until one day, as most stories go, everything changed. His owner took him to a loud and smelly home which to Ganges reminded him a lot of where he lived, except for all the people and noise. He was on a leash at the time and could not see what all the men were staring and yelling at, though he could distinctly hear the sound of viscous snarling and barking. Ganges started pulling against the lead, trying to see what was happening. Suddenly the leash slipped from his owner's hand and he bolted forward, rattling the chain link fence. No one noticed him above the jostling and noice. That is when Ganges saw him. A huge, mean looking dog, teeth stained with blood, standing over a near dead dog, snarling in its face, then, in one swift movement, he killed it. From that day forward he met his hero, the dog he wanted to be like. His owner came just then and grabbed the leash, he yelled at Ganges for running, but the wolf didn't hear, he was staring in awe at the sleek black monster being forcefully pulled from the ring. Someone came up suddenly and started speaking to his master. After that the man came around a lot more. Training. He was about three months old at the time, and had visited the dog ring nearly daily. Always watching the black dog when he could and wanting to be just like him.

Strengths: strong, fast, his size, amazing senses

Weaknesses: naïvety, young age, lack of discipline and self-control

Likes: fighting (at least he thinks he does, he's never been tested yet), the black dog (Muerto), the dark, the dog fighting ring, the trainer (at least his trying to)

Dislikes: being restrained, people trying to touch him, hunger

Mate/Crush: Open

Master/Owner: Pablo Margarita 

Other info: As of the beginning of the rp Ganges has never participated in a real dog fight.

[Canadian Sunfeather]

Name: Remo

Age: 11 years

Gender: Male

Apperance: Euraiser 

Personality: Remo is very social and brave but also very standoffish and extermely agressive when he needs to be he will leap right on you and bite you if your standing between him and anything that he wants.

Backstory: Remo was born in a puppy mill type situation where he was born weak and helpless to the world, his mother was constantly forced to breed with other dogs heading for the fighting ring and when he and his siblings were old enough to leave the facility they were born in, they were brought to this strange place where he was seprated from all that he knew like his siblings and dogs that he had met and then he entered the fight ring at just two years old without any training at all, he tried his best to fight but in the end he lost with a torn right ear and some wounds on his chest and legs, he then meet the person he now knew as his master a fiery fellow known only as Infernius by the other masters, who took him away and started to train him but with each training session came new painful lessons in which Remo swiftly learned from, by his latest fight he was something of a elder with younger dogs who lacked his training and skills fighting him and then losing the fight, he is starting to loose intrest in fighting as his body is no longer young and swift.

Strengths: experiance in the ring, thick fur, his size being on the smaller side, his bravery

Weaknesses: obeying his master, stronger dogs, his age, speed, agility, his body's ability to heal injuries quickly

Likes: not fighting, taking long naps in the shade/sunlight, being around dogs (Sometimes), nice humans 

Dislikes: His master, larger and stronger dogs, being wounded, having to run, moving long distances

Mate/Crush: Open!

Master: Infernius Stelheim

No other info

[wingfeather]

Name: Julio

Age: 4

Gender: male

Appearance: ugly variety of chihuahua/mexican hairless dog/ wire-haired terrier 

Personality: bad mannered, bad tempered, selfish, proud, hateful, vain (though he knows he's ugly, he just prides himself in the fact), bully

Backstory: Julio obviously is not a fighting dog, he is in fact the ''pet'' if you will of the owner of the fighting ring. He was picked up from among the dumpsters one day and taken to the old farmhouse, soon finding out that its actually a fighting ring. 

Strengths: witty, 

Weaknesses: small size, poor hearing, poor eyesight, not very fast, in general is very weak

Likes: bullying other dogs

Dislikes: being outsmarted

Mate/Crush: none and probably doesn't want one

Master/Owner: Fernando hernando

Other info:


Looks kind of like this:

[brooke0518]

Can I join this?

[brooke0518]

Dog sign up:


Name: Blyke

Age: 5

Gender: Male

Appearance: Rottweiler  


Personally: Blyke is a quiet, aloof dog, who tends to keep to himself.  When he is in the arena, he is aggressive, but almost business-like.  He goes into the ring to win and get it over with.  He doesn't fight over pure blood lust, as there are other things that he would rather be doing.  He's just accepted the fact, that he is stronger against dogs, than he is against humans.  He has a very strong dislike of humans and has to be muzzled, until he is in the ring.  He has killed dogs, but he doesn't like it.  He does it, because he knows the system that he is in, with no way out.  He's very private and not much of a talker.  He is loyal to those, whom he actually cares about, though the number is very small.  He likes to be physically active.

Backstory: Blyke was born in Bremen, Germany, in a litter of Rottweiler puppies.  He had been bred, specifically for guarding and protecting, with the intention of giving him to a good family.  Because he was the oldest in the litter and one of the biggest, he had been sought out, and stolen away from his family, where he was imported to the United States, winding up in New Mexico.  He was brought there at a young age, before his personality really had a chance to form, so he has no memory or recollection of his old life.  He had a harder time fighting, when he was younger.  But as he got older, with more exercise, and getting bigger and fitter, he became much more successful in his fighting career.  He has lost very rarely, but for the most part, has always come out on top.

Strengths: Intelligent, high endurance, physically strong, very strong bite, has strong mental resiliency

Weaknesses: Stubborn, not the fastest, apathetic

Likes: Food, running, warm weather, peace and quiet

Dislikes: Confined spaces, humans, muzzles, small dogs


Mate/Crush: Open

Master/Owner: Joseph Hoffman


Other info: Unlike most Rottweilers, he still has his tail.

[tenebria]

Glad to have you joining brooke!!! I will say that this is a fast paced rp, and we'll be posting almost every day, just as a heads up ^^

[brooke0518]

I saw that it started. What would be a good way to bring my character in?

Can you let Wingfeather know, to add my character to the character list?

[tenebria]

Hmm… you could get it all in in one big post! I suggest either starting at this dogs home, or in the vehicle transporting him to the fight. From there they arrive, and if they’re old or young or not well known fighters, they go to cages with stakes in the ground and chains. If they’re prime, and vicious, they go in cages inside the building.

(Pics of these on the discussion thread)

And totally! 😊

[wingfeather]

Hello Brooke, very glad you could join!!