| Character Profile |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 4 Years |
| Species | Dog / Mutt (Mountain Dog x Husky/GSD Mix) |
| Breed | No Information |
| Height | 28.5 inches (2'4.5") |
| Weight | No Information |
| Sexual Orientation | No Information |
| Personality | No Information |
| Physical Appearance | Sabin has the build and bulk of the Mountain Dog; colored in a dark, dark gray that borders on being black, splashed with a light tan across his muzzle, chest, and underside, extending along his tail to the tip. His forepaws carry the same tan 'socks', while his hind paws are only draped in the color across his toes. The tan blends into a darker, tawny reddish-brown color up his legs before fading into the black-gray; the same tawny red of the 'eyebrow' marks on his face. |
| History | -- He felt a light tugging on his neck. Powerful jaws; the ones he had seen crush and tear and kill, closed delicately around the leather collar wrapped around his neck. Steel blue eyes fell closed as he lay perfectly still, head resting on his forepaws. He could feel the steady grind of Tyvek's fangs, chewing through the tough leather. The tags that dangled from the collar jingling softly in the warm summer breeze. His eyes opened, gazing over at the pair of dark sable paws that were planted firmly in the ground on either side of him as the older German Shepherd stood above him. One last bite, twist of muzzle, and the collar broke free. He heard Tyvek huff softly, head jerking once to the side, tossing the collar away, and that low baritone voice he had become so accustomed too, gently whispering behind his ear. "You don't belong to them anymore now. You belong to me." --
Born and raised in the United States -- Sabin was trained as an elite guard dog for highly top-secret military installations. It was at one of these military bases that he met Tyvek, a sable German Shepherd. When Tyvek and his "pack" chose to leave life under the command of humans, Sabin went with them, and quickly became Tyvek's Second In Command. Tyvek and his Dogs operated as Mercenaries across the country, fighting in wars that were not their own, for causes that were not their own. Having never once failed a "mission", Tyvek was approached with an offer, a mission that would take them overseas. The Leader accepted, and along with Sabin and the rest of their pack, they stowed away aboard a ship headed for Japan.
Shortly after arriving in the foreign country, the group was attacked by Raidon, a rouge Akita, and his group. Facing down Raidon, Sabin was badly wounded across his shoulder and chest, and thrown from a cliff into the river below. The fate of his Leader, and his comrades, remain unknown to the tri-color dog. He washed ashore several miles down stream and managed to drag himself to shelter. By the time he returned the scene of the battle, rain and freshly fallen snow had washed away all evidence of what had occured. Sabin spent the winter and well into the Spring searching for his Leader, traveling vast distances, suffering under the sometimes near crippling effects of his injury. |
| Pedigree / Family | No Information |
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