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So I was inspired to design a Malinois after my dad got a puppy and tried selling the design but wound up liking it too much to get rid of it xD
Bio
Name: Amos
Gender: Male
Breed: Belgian Malinois
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: Deceased
Mate: None, as of yet.
Children: None
Personality: Like most of the dogs his breed, Amos is a hard worker and loves pleasing people. He seems cold and distant to other dogs and has an extremely short temper, so he is prone to aggressive outbursts when he's pushed too far. He's also extremely focused which makes him a valuable riot control dog.
Likes: Working, pleasing people, chicken, Kiona, teasing Kiona
Dislikes: Small children, most humans (he more or less has trust issues with humans), most other dogs.
History: Amos was born in Belgium into a facility that specialized in cruelly training dogs to become mindless killing machines right from birth. When he was able to see and walk, he was forced to fight with his siblings to determine which one would be the best candidate for the "training". Eventually, he killed all of his littermates and his training began.
At the age of five, he was sent to a United States police academy and quickly became the force's most elite (if not the most dangerous) canine officer. One day he and his handler were called out to control a huge riot. When they arrived on the scene, it was totally out of control, and there were already bodies on the street. When Amos was sent into the enormous crowd of people, he and his handler were caught up in the crossfires of a gun fight, and his master was tragically killed. Now extremely frightened without the only human he ever trusted and he himself injured, Amos ran for his life.
He eventually found himself at a train station and took shelter in an empty box car. Exhausted from running and blood loss, he fell asleep. When Amos awoke later that night, he found his shoulder bandaged and two homeless men in the same car as him. When one of them reached out to stroke him, his training kicked in and he lashed out, nearly tearing the man's hand off.
While the second homeless man was tending to his injured companion, Amos jumped from the train and ran off into the woods. Once he couldn't see the tracks anymore, he slowed his pace down to conserve his energy. He wasn't sure how far he walked before he started getting hungry, so he tried to hunt. Unfortunately for him, small game was scarce and his injuries slowed him down. So for the night, he gave up on dinner and gave in to sleep.
The next few days were extremely difficult for Amos. He continued to wander the forest, still barely able to hunt, he became weak and thin. He managed to catch a few mice and small rodents, but they were never enough to satisfy his hunger. Near death, he collapsed in a territory reeking of another dog, but at that point, he didn't care if he was killed....
He does survive, but I'll leave the rest of what happened up to you guys...or Cat...or....whatever. Hahahaha.
Amos (C)