Deathstroke

Deathstroke is a tall male Kelpie. His fur is brown, resembling a shade similar to chocolate. On his face is a tan mask-like marking. The same color can be found on his paws and on his underbelly. His eyes are very light brown. As for his build, he seems to be quite muscular and full of strength and energy. It's as if he were much younger than he really is. His gait is typically confident and, on some occasions, a tad cocky and arrogant. This is a dog full of vigor and power - a true fighter. An orange and black bandana is wrapped around his neck, the ends often flittering behind his back.

Well, how can you describe a ruthless man with few morals and a passion for the slaughter of others in any way except for evil? It's true that Slade Wilson, adopting the sinister alias Deathstroke, is far from some sort of saint. Anyone who knew of his dark deeds could easily call him a cold-blooded, evil, demonic killer. And they aren't exactly incorrect. A stone-cold badass, Deathstroke does anything it takes to get his rightful pay and end the day with all of the fur still attached to his pelt. Alas, he doesn't go about picking fights with able-bodied canines every day. Off duty, he will act less like a bounty hunting soldier and more like a normal civilian, your average joe. He'll prefer time spent with those he doesn't want to execute over slicing off heads, but it doesn't quite seem that way. Indeed, this unusual beast could very well be a family man to those he truly cared about. It's a softer, more tender side he refuses to reveal to the rough open world. Like all others, he does have his own fears. He dreads a failed mission--which leads to countless consequences--and seems to find the thought of physical age and mental deterioration appalling.

A new generation for canines leads to new opportunities for those with the guts to seize them. Such is the case for Slade, who took to thieving food to provide for a small family when he was a younger male. His father had disappeared, and his brother had fallen ill and eventually fell into the hands of death, leaving just him and his mother to reside together. His mother was fiercely protective and did all she could not to lose another puppy. As you can tell, Slade was fortunate enough to survive to adulthood. His mother, however, did not live past his passage into maturity, marking him a nomadic loner for the uncertain future. His sly, thieving ways did not cease, and soon his curious gaze fell on the Agnus Dei. They could thrive, and some without the need of a pack supporting them. Just how did they do it? Death. Intrigued in their ways, Slade fell into a hellhole of ruthlessness and darkness. He became rather proficient at the craft and adopted the moniker "Deathstroke." And it is here where the terror he spreads begins.