Kratos. a.k.a The Shark.

My alias is Ghost. I have 0 characters and I wish to make one. I found SITE at an ad. My timezone is MT-Timezone.



Kratos is comparable to a mob boss. He is a very intelligent canine, and knows a lot about his surroundings. Often he is observant to keep up his knowledge of what is going on around him. He thinks of this as surveying his territory. His observant personality can cause him to be very street-smart as well. It gives him a good idea of the competition. It is not a known fact that Kratos can be "family-oriented", in the sense that he needs and craves the feeling of family and that warmth. He would never allow his closest allies to be betrayed by anyone and will take a protective stance over them. Which is why he thinks of them as family. He will not however hesitate to kill someone that betrays him or his family either. Even though most of his family would never be blood, he will still care for them as if they are. He has a sense of power when he enters are room. It is due to his confidence, pride, and power walk that a lot of dogs end up clinging to him. He however picks and chooses who will be his comrades.



Born to his own kind, Kratos was a lucky one. He was also born into a canine mafia. His father was the boss, and his mother his beautiful matron. All puppies at birth had their ears cut short, it was a way to keep them safer during battle. Of course he was on bottom at first as he was the smallest of his litter. His four siblings, Lady, Pepper, Cobalt, and Goose, were all much larger in size. Kratos pretty much became a water boy for the whole gang. He did the little stuff like stealing and getting dirt on other members or gangs. When he was six months old he started to grow and prove himself. One task that made his dad proud of him, was when he murdered a rival gangs leader. Despite being so young, he had deception and knowledge that other brutes didn't have. He was a natural born leader in his dads eyes. Quickly Kratos climbed the ladder until when he was a year old he became his fathers right hand man. Of course he knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to be the boss. A ritual that every high up rank had to endure was a branding ceremony. Each time a member ranked to a high rank they had to find a metal piece that they would be branded with. Kratos went on a three day journey to find what he wanted, and found a metal cookie cutter in the shape of a shark. He brought it home and the ceremony began.

The fire was blazing and he watched as the cookie cutter began flaming until the matron pulled it out with a pair of tongs and placed it on his right thigh. He screamed in pain, it was agonizing and immediately welted. The gang medic cared for it for the next two weeks while he did his work. His work however he hid from the whole mob. He was going to kill his father, the one who shunned him for being to small. Then turned tables when he proved to be better. Kratos was going to kill him by luring him away from the rest of the gang and attack him when least expected. Unfortunately his father knew his sons plan, he had spies watching the pup the whole time. His father went with the plan at first, but before his son could attack four others jumped on him and began viciously attacking him. Kratos managed to escape, and knew he would never be allowed back. Then he arrived in this tiny town and knows where he wants to go with his life.