Kamau

ol man Kamau here is one of my OC’s that I rp with on a roleplay forum/site called Invictus

His Looks:

A large heavy build canine with shaggy unkept reddish brown fur. He will tell you to your face that’s he’s not the most handsome dog there ever was but that didn’t stop him from his attempts at flirting. Being from the streets for most of his adult life worn his body down. You can t count the amount of scars that litter his body and face. Most are from his early days out on the streets and then in the fighting ring. His face of German Shepard shaped, a long sturdy muzzle that’s also marked with scars along it. A strange set of scars are where his eyebrows should be as if someone tried to cut them off. Kamau has a dark, thick coat and seductive amber eyes that piece the moonlight. Such fancy worlds for simple brown eyes right? But that is how the older fighter would describe them in his younger years.
His brown reddish frame stands upon heavy rust colored legs which are also scattered with scars from his time in the fight pits. His black and pink speckled paw pads are well worn and cracked at times from all his adventures around the city and countryside in his quests to gain food for the pack. His voice is strong, rough and very deep, his howl is threatening, somewhat scary and powerful, you'll hear from a few blocks over, at least that’s what they say. Atop his head sits a pair of ears, or what’s left of them for one is broken, the cartilage torn forced to flop over under the dead weight his remaining ear is pointy, shepherd like in nature yet still torn and tattered in its appearance. Kamau wouldn’t tell you this but the cause of his broken ear and some of his scars were done by his own brother in the fighting pits.

History & Personality
“Without food we starve. I do my job so this gang will survive. So Karma will thrive”

Kamau can always be counted on to get food for the pack. Even in the dead of winter you’ll find him going out in a blizzard to root through trash cans or even beg from the humans. He knows how to steal their hearts with just a look from his soulful brown eyes.

“Here we are thinking I would spill my guts to you”

He’s highly secretive about his past and the things he has done. You won’t get him to spill his secrets over dinner if that’s what you are thinking?

I took care of myself long after we were captured”

Kamau is Self-reliant he had to be during his pup hood being locked up in the underground death pits as his brothers called it. Although he doesn’t go by the every person for themselves motto those thoughts are at the back of his mind His sense of humor varies on his mood. At times, he can have a snarky, dry or sarcastic sense of humor that makes people either get angry or smile. He is very loving towards pups, and loves sharing his stories with his pack-mates even if they are a tad bit too gory for younger ears.

Kamau is Regretful of his brother. His name was Bavol and in the pit he moved like the wind, like he was floating on air. Although to Kamau he was just “big brother” but the more time in the pit the more Bavol changed into a monster and Kamau would eventually lose his older brother to the madness that was the blood sport.

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The old fighters story would start with his mother, her name was Bee Bee at lest that was what the children call her as she was littered with bee bee gun shot scars but to her pups all that was told was they were just bee sting scars, a stupidly simple lie to spare the children from the horrors of man. Kamau and the rest of his siblings lived in an old abandoned apartment building. His mother would come back and forth with all types of amazing food and Kamau was all but innocent to it. To how she nearly dies with her quest to finding the food. Bee Bee was a young mother at just a year old she found herself with her first litter and she would do her best for them. But she couldn’t protect them from the hands of the men that came one night, that took her and her children away to a place she called hell on earth. Kamau and the rest of his litter know well the horrors that humans can do at such a young fragile time in their lives.

He was forced to fight his siblings at such age, this should of been just play fighting just as it was in the abandoned house where they all lived before the humans came and ripped that life out from under them like the bloodstained rug that they stood on.

Kamau, slowly but surely would get used to the beating, the screams of his mother and siblings and by 4 years of age all but his mother and one of his older were still in this hell to his knowledge. His mother forced to become a breeding machine to the cruel men that had captured them. At one point Kamau thinks there were 8 of his siblings, but men came at night and took them from the kennels one by one and they were gone to parts unknown. So the years went on, his mother and brother still going strong by some god forsaken miracle.

When the raid happened, it was Kamau’s first taste of freedom in years. He could of left the others far behind, left the same people who were supposed to kill him in the ring just weeks or months ago yet he didn’t. He stayed and the offer of joining Karma and others to god knows where was accepted.

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