The Aggressive Tank

[Tank]

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"The new meaning of The Tank was the resurrection of the devil...."
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NAME; Tank

pronunciation; T ANK
nickname; T, Tank, tanky(kash ONLY)
meaning; Army vehicle
origin; Military

GENDER; Male
AGE; 9
BIRTH SEASON; Winter
SPECIES; Dire Wolf
PACK PREFERENCE; Ilahlari
RANK; Warrior

FUR COLOR; Black & white
EYE COLOR; Blood Red
BODY BUILD; Lanky and Muscular
UNUSUAL MARKINGS; White head and between his ears is a large red X

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION;

Tank is a rather large wolf, He stand over 4 feet at his shoulders and can easily over power any wolf. His pelt is black as night and his face is white as snow. It is a little odd for a wolf like Tank to be so dark and so bright at the same time. His feet are dipped in white and red, his hips and his shoulders are spotted with white dots. Around his neck is a black spiked collar, behind his ears is a Red X which came from the marking that the laboratory left on him after their studies on him.

AFFILIATION; affiliation here: dark
SEXUAL ORIENTATION; straight

LIKES!;

• Blood
  
• Fighting
  
• Death
  

DISLIKES!;

• Being healed
  
• The feeling of love and affection(he will accept it from Kash but no one else)
  
• His family(refer to his past)
  

PERSONALITY!;

One simple word can describe Tank's personality, that is: Psycho. This brute knows nothing about the word: Normal. Tank is a lean, mean, killing machine. If something crosses his path, there are no second thoughts. Tank lives in his own little world, what he sees is far different than what it really is. In other words: Reality. Almost as if he lives in a nightmare. This wolf feels no pain, shows no fear, and doesn't hesitate to attack. When depressed, angry, nervous, any of those negative emotions... Tank will harm himself to frighten others. Little known is why he gets a kick outta harming himself. Tank gets pleasure from self-inflicting pain. If blood was a drug Tank would be addicted. Doesn't matter if its another's blood, or his own... He can't live a day without the bloody sensation in his mouth. Tank stalks around the land with bloody legs and a bloody maw, and is always on the lookout for a fight.

HISTORY!;

`MOTHER: Nali
`FATHER: Rapture
`SIBLINGS: Zombe

`MATE: None
`PUPS: Nahani

There once was an Alpha, the king of the pack. It was him who chose his queen. The king's brother had a pack not to far away from their land. It was then, when the queen was pregnant... That it was time for the two packs to join as one large pack. This litter of pup's would be the king and queen's first litter, and the new start of their pack. Legend was held that every seventh generation of pups would be a great one, and if only one pup was born... It would be the former king or queen.
The entire pack chanted the night the queen went into labor. The entire night, they chanted, "The Tank! The Tank!" By this time, all hope was on the resurrection of the new king or queen. When the pup was finally born, their legend had been fulfilled. A small male pup was born, therefore, he was the prince of the pack, and the formal king.

Six months later, the prince had grown nearly half his father's size. The king and the prince did everything together. The pack had their suspicions when the young prince acted differently from the rest of the pack. One day, the king and the prince went out for a hunt. The king led him into the forest, this was going to be the princes first hunt. A herd of deer caught the sight of the two wolves. The king told him everything he needed to know about hunting. But the young prince only smirked, an evil aura forming around his body. The king left off first, and the prince followed.

A large white-tailed buck darted off, the prince knew he could out run his old father, and so he did, flying past the king. The prince leaped onto the deer, biting down in his neck, just to hold on. The prince chuckled, shouting for the king to save him. The prince waited, the evil glare attached to his face as the king approached to save his beloved son. The buck reared up, kicking its hard hooves right into the king's skull. The king fell, laying on the cold dirt motionless. The prince continued to chuckle, jumping off the deer and padding to his injured father. "I don't have to wait any longer to become king..." The prince killed his father.

Not long after the incident, the pack approached the prince, asking about the king. The prince said the prey kicked his father, automatically killing him. The pack was distressed, but knew what had to be done. With the king perished, the prince would have to take his place.
As the new king now at the age of two, the entire pack had to obey him. They were not aloud to do anything without the king's orders. The new king only watched as his pack suffered. He wouldn't allow them to eat or drink. The queen pleaded her son for food, but the desperate cry only brought her death. The new king killed his father, and his mother, and was now watching and waiting for the rest of his pack to diminish. Any of his pack mates who tried to stop him were on deaths row. It wasn't too long until the entire pack perished. The only one standing was the king, who was now called... Tank.

Years passed and Tank still held the title of King, even though there was no one to rule over. He didnt care. He loved the power and loved the authority. He soon went off and went to find something to play with but he was suprised by a loud bang and as soon as he turned around something had hit him right in the back of his skull. the massive brute fell to the ground. His eyes rolling into the back of his head the last thing he seen was blood flowing over his face. He didnt wake for many months and in those months something had happened to the male.

He awoke to bright white lights and tall figures standing above him with sharp objects. as soon as they noticed he was coming to they quickly injected him with a seditive. He went back into a heavy sleep and awoke in a pin were there were tall fences, buildings, and many other things. the male stood ad was unstable and walked a little bit tryin to get his footing. He soon gained it and was walking around the large pin. He snarled and lunged at the walls and would rip his jaws open and would just laugh at the pain and contiue to do so till the humans cam in with a cattle prod and shocked him. He snarled and would go back into the darkness till dark and would contiue to rip open his jaws just to taste the blood.

He came across a small puddle and seen his looks. what did they do to him! He was a monster! He had a white face and a black body, blood fell from his mouth as he stood there looking at himself. He snarled and then slashed the water and padded away. He slammed his head into a rock and snarled some as the marking on his back which was an X opened up and began to bleed all over the ground. He laughed and let out a demonic and horrifying howl.

"The new meaning of The Tank was the resurrection of the devil...."

THEME SONG(S)!;

• "SONG HERE", BY THIS BAND.
  
• "SONG HERE", BY THIS BAND.
  

MEMBER NAME; Jen

RP EXAMPLE;

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