Double bubble disco queen

Name:

Maximillon, Max, Maxie

Pronunciation:

Max-eh-mill-ion

Previous Alias:

N/A

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Homoflexible

Age:

About 2 1/2 moons

Pack:

Suburban Pack

Previous Pack:

N/A

Rank:

Alpha

Breed:

Doberman Great Dane mix

Description:

Elegant in appearance, of proud carriage, reflecting great nobility and temperament. Max is compact and a athletic dog which comes in a sleek glossy black. This black male has a short, sleek, smooth coat that lies close against the skin with a slight undercoat on his necks only. His slender coat show off the athletically built build of him. His long, narrow head his positioned with a pair of small dark, thoughtful, amber almond-shaped eyes, and a long sharp muzzle between them. The ears of Max are long cropped. The tail is slender and short only coming to his ankles. The body of the Max is squarely proportioned, and he has a graceful gait to him. Max holds himself at a staggering 25 inches and 135 pounds. Adorning his black sleek pelt is a chain, barbed collar with the barbs poking outwards.

Character Quotes/Sayings/ Canons:

- "You're cold because all the blood's running out of your body, roach. I hope you were worth it."

- "When life puts you in a tough situation don't say why me. Say fucking try me."

- "A brother might not always be a pack mate, but a pack mate will always be a brother."

- "There's a thin line between I'll be there and I don't care."

- "Say that to me one more time, I fucking dare you."

- "Money, Power, Respect."

- "Quite the smart one lad."

- "Every thug needs a classy lady. And every thug needs a down ass bitch."

- "You can get more with a nice word and teeth than you can with a nice word."

- "Hey, let the lady talk for herself!"

Personality:

Max is a hard mixture of sugar and straight booze. Comfortable to take in, until it sneaks up and bites you right in the throat. He is rather smarmy, but to the ladies he is very charming. Max often takes his reflection as it is a warm reminder of his good looks, which he keeps at a high priority. Unlike most kind Suburban pack members he possesses a very small amount of mercy. This mercy can be seen shown on most young dogs and ladies as he has standards at a point. Do not underestimate him though, he is and always will be a killer. Hesitation is a language he doesn't quite speak, if he believes something he will strangle you with your own intestines.

— positive traits gentle, charming, eloquent, strong, classy.

— neutral traits smarmy, fawning, reticent, mischievous, narcissistic.

— negative traits slightly diffident, iniquitous, violent.

They may won’t flee
They won't attack without reason
They will antagonize others
They may show mercy

Fighting Style:

Max fights like a true gangster. Rough and tumble. When fighting he isn't one to fight solo and prefers his allies at his side at all times giving why he has his own set of separate ranks called Guards which follow him around almost all day long. His fighting can be one of strategy. He's less of taking his skill and putting it out there and more of watching, taking in the others skill and then manipulating it or altering it to his favor. He fights more like a vicious animal when attack, taking dangerous bites towards the throat more often than not, to give his point across that he's not messing around.

Weaknesses:

Large haunches, slightly low eyesight, can get too cocky sometimes

Strengths:

Intelligence, strength, teeth

Difficult Physically
Average Mentally
Plots: Open to plots