The Rottweiler (Done)

Full Name: Damien Aubrey Davenport
Nickname(s): Big D
Codename: Rottweiler
Alias(es): The Hellhound
Age: 18
Classification: Human
Affiliation: Neutral Good





Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Green
Gender: Male
Height: 6' (8' in battle form)
Weight: 180 lbs. (5oo lbs. in batlle form)
Other Traits: n/a





Powers: Canine Form
-Damien has the ability to transform into a, much larger, primally charged, humanistic canine. In canine form he has enhanced strength, reflexes, constitution, and size.

Super-Strength
-While not his only power, it is definitely the Rottweiler's primary one. He has a maximum carrying capacity of about 15 tons.

Canine Abilities
-Rottweiler has senses equal to or greater than all canine species, including: intense sense of smell and hearing, while taking a slight drawback in vision. He has a perfect sense of direction: He always knows what direction north lies in and can retrace his steps through any place he's been. His senses of smell and hearing are also greatly increased by the transformation. He can smell the presence or absence of familiar and unfamiliar scents within a 500 yard radius. His hearing is acute up to 150 yards.

Enhanced Speed and Reflexes
-While he is not a speedster, at full gallop the Rottweiler can reach speeds up to 70 MPH. Being fairly large, it takes him a while to build up to full speed, but in battle, his reflexes are a force to be reckoned with on their own.

Skills:
-As a man, Damien was never given the opportunity to develop a real profession other than running. He has relied on his alternate form for survival since he acquired the ability to take it. Rottweiler is a very skilled hunter, being impressively stealthy for such a large beast.

Weaknesses:
-While in human form, Damien is fully vulnerable. No fighting skills to speak of. As the Rottweiler, he becomes primal and loses quite a few steps in intellect. He remains loyal to those that have earned his trust, but his weaker mind makes him more susceptible to mental attacks. Also, his vision is that of a dog. Not useless, but lesser.

Equipment:
-Damien's battle suit is made of an elastic material that fits skin tight. Most of it tends to break away upon transformation, but the chest piece, belt, wrist and ankle cuffs remain.




Personality:
-Damien is a very light-hearted, fairly mature, man. He is infamous for his attempts at comedy relief, but most of his jokes are a little too realist to be comical. He tries his best to accept life for what it is and see things for what they are. Being a runaway, this mindset sometimes drives him to depression, but he has a tendency to bounce back. He has accepted that his ability is truly a curse, and it is. But he has also realized that, if embraced, this curse could be used to better the world and he strives to do-so.

Strengths:
-A positive, while realistic, attitude drives Damien ever-forward. This trait seems to remain when he transforms. He has an incredible sense of will-power and if he wants something bad enough, it will be his. Whether that be the defeat of an enemy, or a squeaky toy falling off a cliff, Rottweiler will obtain it by any means necessary.

Interests/Habits:
-Damien's more subtle hobbies include reading and video games, but what he loves more than anything to just release the hound and run free for a while. When reality becomes too stressful, he can be found "exorcising" in any space open enough for the Rottweiler to stretch his legs. Damien finds a strong sense of freedom from worry and pressure as a dog. An escape he welcomes as often as possible.




Family Members: Alan and Summer Davenport (Parents)
Place of Origin: Central Alabama
History:

Damien was just a normal kid. He made fair grades in school, had a healthy collection of friends, a potential love interest; a fairly nice life. At age 16, the only turmoil in his life was centered around his father, Alan. Alan was a hardworking man. He didn't make much money, but he always found a way to provide everything his wife and only son needed. He obviously loved them both, but he had become very hard on Damien once he reached adolescence. No matter what Damien brought to him, Alan seemed to believe it could have been more. Damien had a hard time dealing with this neglect and began to resent his father and his mother for not speaking up. But Damien could always seek refuge at his grandmother's house, located just up the hill from his home. It wasn't until she passed away, did Damien's real problems come forth. And that is where our story begins.

Sample rp:

"It's time to go son. Crying won't bring her back." Alan Davenport spoke to his son sternly. The funeral had just ended and the rest of the family had already made for their vehicles. Damien was heartbroken. He sat and stared at Barbara Crowe's headstone with tears in his eyes. His mother had broken down and was being tended to by family, his father remained to comfort him.

"Son, I know you miss her, but we need to get back. It will be alright in the morning." Alan was more sympathetic than Damien had expected.

"Okay, Dad. Could you just.. give me a minute?" Damien never looked up, but he heard his fathers footsteps headed toward his mother's cries from the parking lot. Damien continued to stare into the headstone, filled with memories of the woman that he cared so deeply for. After a few minutes he felt he would be able to keep it together long enough to say his goodbyes to his family members.

As he looked up from the headstone, something strange caught his eye from the woodline of the forest surrounding the cemetary. He locked eyes with what looked like a dog, but it was much too large. I was black, smutt-black, like charcoal, with red lines in it's face and chest. The red lines were so vibrant and bright they seemed to be alive. The beast seemed to peer into his very soul. Damien turned for a moment to see if he was the only one in sight of the thing but when he re-assumed his gaze, the dog had vanished.

Damien climbed to his feet and race toward the spot where he saw the beast sitting. The grass where he perched was scorched. Not a blade was left standing. Damien looked up and could see a trail of like-burned turf leading away from the cemetery. He looked back for a moment. His parents were still with the distant relatives. Damien knew chasing a devil dog wasn't the brightest idea, but the hollow feeling inside him wasn't providing any rational thinking. He would have walked off a cliff to get out of this day.

Damien ran along the trail burned by the hell hound, filled with curiosity and despair. The trail led him to an opening. The scorched path ended at a large boulder in the middle of a small field. He approached it slowly and cautiously. When he was fully out in the open, the dog climbed up the back of the rock with a growl. It narrowed it's eyes and showed it's teeth; razor sharp, pressed together in a hellish maul. It crouched, preparing to leap.

Damien was frozen at the sight of the dog. He had no idea what he was chasing but didn't expect to meet his death at the end of this venture. He finally caught wind and turned on his heels. He took a single step, preparing to break into a sprint, and met the ground. He could feel heavy heat on his back. The dogs paws were pinning him down and burning into his back. He turned over to defend himself and again, locked eyes with what had to be the devil's loyal hound. It pinned him to the ground with one paw pressed deeply into his chest. The burning sensation was agonizing. He tried to pry the leg from him but the canine's might greatly surpassed his own. Frozen in fear, Damien stared into the eyes of his hellspawn attacker. It drew closer down to his face, teeth ready to rip him open.

"Damien, where the hell did you go?!" His father's words echoed through the woods. Damien twisted to look toward the woodline and in a flash, he felt the weight lift from his chest. The dog was gone. As was the trail he burned the ground. Even the holes that it had burned into his clothes had ceased to exist. Had he imagined the whole thing? As his father reached the clearing, Damien rose to his feet and started out. He had no idea what to make of the event, but didn't feel the need to bother his mother and father it. The dog was gone and he was fine. Who would believe him anyway?

Later that night, Damien had taken a shower and was getting ready for bed. He stood in the mirror, checking over his face. He couldn't believe there wasn't a single scratch on his body. He wasn't quite stable at the moment but he knew full well that happening wasn't a product of his mind. That creature was a darker monster than he had ever dreamt of. No. Something happened..

At that moment, the burning in his chest returned. It was as if the dog's foot was pressing down on him all over again. He looked down and a paw-shaped burn resurfaced from beneath. He grasped his chest with his hand and looked back the mirror and again, was met with the eyes of the beast. It was right there in the mirror! He shuffled back and hit the floor, rolling in pain.

"Damien, are you okay sweetie?" His mother called from outside the bathroom. Damien tried to think fast.

"Umm, yeah Mom. I'm fine." He tried to sound calm. "I just slipped." He scrambled to find his shirt and threw it on. He got up and walked quickly out of the bathroom and into his room.

His mother Summer wanted to go talk to him, but Alan assured her that he just need some time to think. They went to bed. Meanwhile, Damien was struggling to keep calm enough to put on his shoes. He had no idea what was happening, but he needed to go. Damien quietly let himself out the back door and stepped into the car his father had bought for him earlier that year. It was an older model but it was reliable. He pulled out of the drive as quietly as he could, his breathing spiraling out of control and his mind racing at the speed of light.

After he felt he was fully out of earshot of his parents, he picked up his speed. He didn't know where he should go, but he knew where to start. He was heading for the cemetery. But the closer he got, the pain in his chest intensified. He clung to his chest, desperately hoping for relief, but the searing pain only deepened. It felt as if a molten hot brand was scarring him to the very core. When the cemetery gates were in sight, the pain was unbearable. He lost control of the car and swerved off the road and into a tree.

The airbag deployed, but Damien fought his way out of the car. The pain was more severe than ever. It felt like something was trying to escape from inside him. He looked into the woods and saw a burn trail. The same as the dog from before left in his wake. Damien tried to concentrate and headed into the woods, chasing the fire. In a short while, he was in the same clearing as before. The boulder the hell hound stood on was right in front of him, but the flames had died out. He walked up to the boulder, still holding his chest with one hand. When he made it the boulder, he leaned against it with one arm. His gaze fell to the ground and what he saw puzzled him.

Damien was standing on scorched ground, but there was no fire before. He looked back and his entire walking trail was marked with emblazoned footsteps. His eyes widened and he took his hand from the rock, beneath it was a firey hand-print. "What am I?!" He cried.A boom of thunder bellowed from the skies as the animal within fought to break free. Damien ran his fingers through his hair and curled over. He could feel every hair on his body starting to grow. His skin was starting to stretch, his muscles were growing. Hell, his bones were growing! And twisting into something.. not human.

Suddenly, his pain stopped. His eyes shot wide open. Damien immediately realized he could smell everything much more vividly. The grass, the storm over-head. He could even smell the rock. He looked back at the hand print burned into the rock. It was much farther from his eyes than the last time he had seen it. He reached down to repossess his hand print, but it didn't fit. His hand had grown to twice it's normal size and was completely covered in red hair, the same shade of red that marked the dog that attacked him. Everything started to make sense..

Just then, Damien heard a twig snap in the distance. It had to have been at least fifty yards away. He turned toward the sound and started walking. He noticed his steps were cleaner. More balanced than usual. He looked back and there were no longer any burns where he walked. And his feet and legs had become like that of a dog's hind legs. Like springs with muscles.He kept walking. When he was twenty or so yards from the sound, he heard a rustle. He instinctively got down on all fours and clung to the ground, slowly muscling his way across the clearing, as low as he could get. He peered into the woodline and could see a small white rabbit, scratching. He smelled it before he saw it, but now with it in sight, his mind began twisting together a plan of action.

Within moments, he charged the rabbit. It darted toward the clearing and Damien was snapping at his heels. They made one full lap around the rock before the rabbit was in Damien's teeth. As he chewed on it, he suddenly realized what he was doing. He dropped the rabbit into his hands and looked it over. He had never gone hunting for anything before. And here he was, standing over an animal he was able to run down ON FOOT! He took the rabbit back into his teeth and ran toward the road.

As he ran, he was surprisingly filled with happiness. He knew this was a monstrous curse. But the pain was gone. If Damien believed anything, he believed that everything happened for a reason. His grandmother had taught him that. That simple thought, all by itself, means that there is no such thing as coincidence. We are always in the right place at exactly the right time. The hound that cursed him was surely of an unspeakable evil, but Damian was not. He didn't feel compelled to do anything evil. This form felt more like being a kid again. Sweet freedom and vigilance were naturally coming.

When he made it to the road he dropped the rabbit and looked into a puddle. His reflection reminded him of a rottweiler. Down-folded ears and bright eyebrows. That would be his new name. The Rottweiler.

Damien looked up at his car. It was trashed. He could hear a siren in the distance. He could never explain his form to any of the locals. They would burn him on a cross, his father especially, he thought. Damien decided to run. Surely, there must be others like him somewhere. Damien scooped up his rabbit and galloped off into the forest.

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If you could put some ranges on those senses that would be great. Strength is good... although I would like to know one more thing. I get his height as a dog, but how does his overall build change? I'd assume big and bulky?

Other than that, it's a great app.

My only issue is that your classification is human, normal humans can't turn into canines like your dude, magical ones, meta humans, altered humans, etc could so just fix that up and you will be good to go. Sorry for the delay and sorry for my nit pickiness delaying your further but after you fix that I will gladly approve you so you can start rping.

I'm gonna need to ax this if we don't get a reply soon. Meanwhile with the absence of Energy allow me to review your application. You have 72 hours.