Rex [ready]

[DerpRavener]

Name: Rex

 

Gender: Male

 

Age: Young adult

 

Species: Diamond Dog

 

Eye colour: brown

 

Fur: Splotches of light and dark grey.

 

Mane/Tail/Other: Covered with a number of small scars from past combat and various misadventures, though not particularly noticeable at a glance.

 

Physique: Slightly above the average height for a diamond dog, with a muscular build.

 

Residence: Wanderer, former pack was somewhat nomadic as well

 

Occupation: Adventurer for hire

 

Unique traits: Rex carries a giant 'sword' (essentially a rough, slab of metal), also is notably strong from lugging the thing around all day.  He also has a lot of informal fighting experience.

 

History: Rex believes that he had an unremarkable upbringing, but then Rex thinks a headbutt is a perfectly acceptable form of greeting.

Despite being larger than average even as a pup, he nonetheless had what might be fairly typical upbringing for children of his pack.  The pack followed a philosophy of leadership through strength, and as such fighting was not only allowed but even somewhat encouraged between members, at least in controlled circumstances.  Combat was the most common means of conflict resolution, pack mates could often be seen sparring with each other and even pups were encouraged to play-fight.  All under supervision of course, the pack's leaders and elder members knew their position would be damaged if otherwise capable dogs were seriously injured.  All the same, a part of pack philosophy was that the world was a dangerous place, and one couldn't rise to meet it by hiding from all danger.  It was better to practice, starting young and with friends and family, to prepare oneself to face the world head on.

Rex was a fairly average as pups went, taking well to the lessons and philosophy of his pack, though with something of rebellious streak.  Though he didn't search for opportunities to challenge authority, he was found to be very vocal and aggressive when told something he didn't agree with.  This only got worse as he grew older, as the increase in size and experience only made him more stubborn.

Keeping Rex in line was a trying endeavor, and it couldn't last.  Scouting was among the tasks shared among the pack, and it was on one such excursion that Rex saw an REA group practicing maneuvers.  Nothing came of it immediately, but Rex was heavily affected by the encounter, and developed a new obsession: the Guard's weapons.  The pack had their own smiths and created their own gear, but such things were merely helpful, never a priority.

The pack could have taught him, but Rex was impatient.  Still young, and overcome by a new idea, he disregarded the pack's wishes and jumped right in, attempting to create his own gear.  However, due to his inexperience the results were less than impressive, and valuable resources were essentially lost.   Reprimands and arguments followed, which would be resolved in the usual manner.  Rex was by now one of the better fighters of the pack, and so was able to win the fight.  But his emotions got the better of him and instead of ending how they usually do, which each participant dusting themselves off and getting back on their feet, this one ended in broken limbs.  It would be months before his opponent had recovered.

A part of him felt he should be proud, as he'd proven himself the more driven warrior and won the dispute, but he couldn't stop feeling like he'd done something terrible.  It was the first time he'd ever seriously injured anyone, and it left him conflicted.

He and his pack could agree on one thing: he no longer belonged within.  For Rex, the pack's structure and hierarchy was stifling.  For them he was dangerous.  It was decided, through begrudging agreement, that the best thing for everyone would be to send him off on his own.  Either he could find his balance and restraint, whereupon he would be welcomed back, or he would not return.

Though the events gave him pause, he never fully gave up on his desire to learn metalworking, and more about the Guard.  Taking only a few day's supply of food and the 'sword' that he had made, he left for Equestria, in hopes of finding someone he might learn from.

 

Personality: 

Rex is surprisingly friendly, despite being quick to fight.  He still shares his pack's belief that anger between two individuals will fester if left unchecked, and that good-natured combat can provide a means to vent.  As such he honestly believes fighting is both a legitimate and the best way to resolve grudges and arguments, though he is slowly realizing both that ponies don't agree with that sentiment and that it makes no sense with debate.

Having seen the consequences of acting rash, he's become more patient than he used to be, or at least more willing to wait for things important to him.

Though unsure how to go about the looking, he still searches for someone willing and able to teach him metalworking.  In the meantime however, he works as an adventurer for hire where there are ponies in need, to keep his skills sharp and ward off restlessness.

[Blueblood]

Hm... I must admit, I'm not familiar with Diamond Dog lore, but from what I can tell, this looks alright to me, as far as adventurer OC's go.  I'll pass this along and see what the SRPH's think!

[SteelEagle]