Ajax
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Name:
Ajax
→ Origin and meaning:
Ajax is the name of a Trojan war hero renowned for his strength and power. Ajax is full of the same strength and power, but doesn't misuse it, unlike the war hero who ended up killing himself.
Alias(es):
N/A
Gender:
Male(♂)
Breed and Species:
Canine;; Mutt
Theme Song:
Over My Head by The Fray
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Relationship Status:
He is mates with Jack, a member of his mini-pack.
Family/Relatives/Friends:
He is close to Ushin and Jack, but no longer has a family.
Accessories:
His blue bandanna
Psychological Profile:
Thanks to the many time he's seen people back-stabbed and turned against by their own friends, Ajax is very distrusting. It takes a lot to get him to be able to trust you and tell things to you. There are only a few ways into his hardened heart.
Many a day was spent fighting a man who stole a purse or almost shot that woman in Ajax's life. Without a strong will, he would back down too often and seem weak, which is certainly not his intention. Ajax is strong and stubborn, and he knows it.
Ajax feels that he is a dog of justice,he must serve punishment to people and animals that deserve it. He may wander the streets for long amounts of time, searching for the smallest crime to punish.Ajax things of himself as a fair judge when it comes to justice, that everyone gets a chance. Normally instead of dealing any serious punishments, he stops a person from doing what bad they are doing and snaps at them to not do it any longer.
Ajax hates it, but he knows he is super curious. He ponders over many things and constantly follows people to see what they're doing. He does his best to hide this, but as Jack becomes more and more important in his life, he catches himself being curious more often.
Poor old Ajax, the strong hearty unofficial officer, believes himself to be going soft. More and more often he lets criminals off with a growl and maybe a nip on the arm. He knows he is also getting this from Jack, but he doesn't want to tell her to be more rock hard like he wants to be.
Ajax is never relaxed. So busy trying to fight crime, his body is almost always tensed and prepared to attack on a moments notice. Relaxing is just normally not a part of his agenda, though sometimes he finds a little bit of time for it.
Background;
I growled playfully at my siblings, jumping about them quickly. As a pup, my little tail beat back and forth, pounding either side of me. They yapped back and leaped in to bite at my ears. I hopped over, landing square on Hera's, my sister, back. She yelped. "What was that for Ajax?" She whined, trudging back to our mother. I sighed grinning. This was the good life.
Sadly, these good times did not last. My siblings and I were eventually rid of by the owners of my parents. I, having found no home with my odd behaviors and less friendly disposition, was simply tossed out in a cardboard box. Upon escaping the little box, I pondered over what to do with life now that I was free. The world was so big and I so small. Quickly I made the decision to travel as far and wide as possible, exploring new things and discovering what the world looked like. "An adventure it is!" I barked to myself, and took off running down the street. I was ecstatic. I was free.
After a few weeks of travelling, I decided I didn't want to see the world. It was a cold, cruel place, full of suffering and hatred all throughout. I moved along shivering and cold, white, fluffy snow falling in sheets around me. This time, of my own suffering, I saw my first crime. It was a calm city, or at least seemed so. I sat near a few trash cans chewing on stale bread and trembling. An older woman was walking slowly by, I watched her pass with curiosity, when she stopped and turned to me. "What a poor little puppy, all cold." She said soothingly, in a cracked voice. The lady threw a small piece of jerky my way, and I snatched it up gladly. She turned to be on her way, when another human, a man, jumped her. He snatched away her purse, pushed her down, and took off. I only watched.
I learned greatly from the experience. Whenever someone was in trouble, I tried to help. So the world was cruel and killer? I could make it a little bit better. That was how I was discovered, on the streets, defending random folk. One finer day, somewhere in the summer, when I was quite a bit older and quite faster and wily, a man was again stealing. This time, I was ready. As the human snatched up the other's belongings, I charged him, knocking him to the ground. The woman, whose stuff was being stolen, screamed as I attacked her assailant. I bite viciously into his arm and shook my maw. He dropped the purse he had taken, instead turning his attention to me. I could tell the man was angry. He hit me as hard as he could, trying to force me off. I finally backed away, my head pounding from several blows.
I thought I was dying, in so much pain. I growled as several people approached me, backing away into an alley. They kept coming. I succumbed to my fate and lay down quietly. I was to be captured now. A young girl was the first to reach my still small body. "Are you cold boy?" She pondered curiously, and only received a floppy eared head tilt from me. The girl stretched out her arm, holding her cupped palm towards me in an act of trust. I stood slowly and sniffed her outstretched hand, questioning what it meant. All of a sudden I was swept away....
I woke up in a small cage in a home, and wailed in fear of the tight enclosed space. The walls seemed to be coming closer, the wire mesh pressing against my fur. The girl from before reappeared and opened the cage. I charged out, tripping over something on my neck. She smiled. "It's a bandanna silly, you'll grow into it." She told me. I walked along careful to avoid trudging on the bandanna. I lived in the house for a few days, happily feasting on all sorts of delicious, cooked human foods. But it was time to move on, so I left. There was something on my mind now, something I was determined to do.
Now, I am a ranger. A keeper of all that is good and just. Crime is my opposition and I will fight it until it ceases to exist. It has made me more serious, stronger, a better character all throughout. A stray Robin Hood, you might say, helping the weak. And this is how I shall live on. In my perfect, crime-free world.
Ajax
→ Origin and meaning:
Ajax is the name of a Trojan war hero renowned for his strength and power. Ajax is full of the same strength and power, but doesn't misuse it, unlike the war hero who ended up killing himself.
Alias(es):
N/A
Gender:
Male(♂)
Breed and Species:
Canine;; Mutt
Theme Song:
Over My Head by The Fray
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Relationship Status:
He is mates with Jack, a member of his mini-pack.
Family/Relatives/Friends:
He is close to Ushin and Jack, but no longer has a family.
Accessories:
His blue bandanna
Psychological Profile:
Thanks to the many time he's seen people back-stabbed and turned against by their own friends, Ajax is very distrusting. It takes a lot to get him to be able to trust you and tell things to you. There are only a few ways into his hardened heart.
Many a day was spent fighting a man who stole a purse or almost shot that woman in Ajax's life. Without a strong will, he would back down too often and seem weak, which is certainly not his intention. Ajax is strong and stubborn, and he knows it.
Ajax feels that he is a dog of justice,he must serve punishment to people and animals that deserve it. He may wander the streets for long amounts of time, searching for the smallest crime to punish.Ajax things of himself as a fair judge when it comes to justice, that everyone gets a chance. Normally instead of dealing any serious punishments, he stops a person from doing what bad they are doing and snaps at them to not do it any longer.
Ajax hates it, but he knows he is super curious. He ponders over many things and constantly follows people to see what they're doing. He does his best to hide this, but as Jack becomes more and more important in his life, he catches himself being curious more often.
Poor old Ajax, the strong hearty unofficial officer, believes himself to be going soft. More and more often he lets criminals off with a growl and maybe a nip on the arm. He knows he is also getting this from Jack, but he doesn't want to tell her to be more rock hard like he wants to be.
Ajax is never relaxed. So busy trying to fight crime, his body is almost always tensed and prepared to attack on a moments notice. Relaxing is just normally not a part of his agenda, though sometimes he finds a little bit of time for it.
Background;
I growled playfully at my siblings, jumping about them quickly. As a pup, my little tail beat back and forth, pounding either side of me. They yapped back and leaped in to bite at my ears. I hopped over, landing square on Hera's, my sister, back. She yelped. "What was that for Ajax?" She whined, trudging back to our mother. I sighed grinning. This was the good life.
Sadly, these good times did not last. My siblings and I were eventually rid of by the owners of my parents. I, having found no home with my odd behaviors and less friendly disposition, was simply tossed out in a cardboard box. Upon escaping the little box, I pondered over what to do with life now that I was free. The world was so big and I so small. Quickly I made the decision to travel as far and wide as possible, exploring new things and discovering what the world looked like. "An adventure it is!" I barked to myself, and took off running down the street. I was ecstatic. I was free.
After a few weeks of travelling, I decided I didn't want to see the world. It was a cold, cruel place, full of suffering and hatred all throughout. I moved along shivering and cold, white, fluffy snow falling in sheets around me. This time, of my own suffering, I saw my first crime. It was a calm city, or at least seemed so. I sat near a few trash cans chewing on stale bread and trembling. An older woman was walking slowly by, I watched her pass with curiosity, when she stopped and turned to me. "What a poor little puppy, all cold." She said soothingly, in a cracked voice. The lady threw a small piece of jerky my way, and I snatched it up gladly. She turned to be on her way, when another human, a man, jumped her. He snatched away her purse, pushed her down, and took off. I only watched.
I learned greatly from the experience. Whenever someone was in trouble, I tried to help. So the world was cruel and killer? I could make it a little bit better. That was how I was discovered, on the streets, defending random folk. One finer day, somewhere in the summer, when I was quite a bit older and quite faster and wily, a man was again stealing. This time, I was ready. As the human snatched up the other's belongings, I charged him, knocking him to the ground. The woman, whose stuff was being stolen, screamed as I attacked her assailant. I bite viciously into his arm and shook my maw. He dropped the purse he had taken, instead turning his attention to me. I could tell the man was angry. He hit me as hard as he could, trying to force me off. I finally backed away, my head pounding from several blows.
I thought I was dying, in so much pain. I growled as several people approached me, backing away into an alley. They kept coming. I succumbed to my fate and lay down quietly. I was to be captured now. A young girl was the first to reach my still small body. "Are you cold boy?" She pondered curiously, and only received a floppy eared head tilt from me. The girl stretched out her arm, holding her cupped palm towards me in an act of trust. I stood slowly and sniffed her outstretched hand, questioning what it meant. All of a sudden I was swept away....
I woke up in a small cage in a home, and wailed in fear of the tight enclosed space. The walls seemed to be coming closer, the wire mesh pressing against my fur. The girl from before reappeared and opened the cage. I charged out, tripping over something on my neck. She smiled. "It's a bandanna silly, you'll grow into it." She told me. I walked along careful to avoid trudging on the bandanna. I lived in the house for a few days, happily feasting on all sorts of delicious, cooked human foods. But it was time to move on, so I left. There was something on my mind now, something I was determined to do.
Now, I am a ranger. A keeper of all that is good and just. Crime is my opposition and I will fight it until it ceases to exist. It has made me more serious, stronger, a better character all throughout. A stray Robin Hood, you might say, helping the weak. And this is how I shall live on. In my perfect, crime-free world.