Raiden | Cesavias

The first thing that one might notice about Raiden is his size. Towering above most dogs (and wolves, for that matter), he stands at a staggering thirty inches at the shoulder. Weighing around a hundred and fifty pounds, he is a fairly large dog. He is muscle on top of muscle, lean from his time spent with the pack. He is built to be a thick dog - thick body, large neck, and thin, long legs.

Standing out on him are his gigantic paws - some that would fit a bigger dog a bit better - and his long tail. For an Anatolian Shepherd, his coat is thin and easy to maintain. It is possible that, somewhere in his lineage, another breed muddled the purebred lines (something his old humans were bitter about). He has a distinctive white patch above his nose that runs to the center of his eyes.

Creamy tan and white, his coat coloring is about standard for his breed. His eyes are a startling topaz-brown color and always appear to be bright. His ears generally flop back against his head or hang down, though they look to be a bit too small for the rest of his body. The black along the bottom of his maw is normally always brown from him sniffing along in the dirt, though he generally keeps himself looking rather clean.

Just as one might expect from a dog of the Cesavias Pack, Raiden is as upbeat as a canine can be. With a generally upbeat demeanor, he is kind to all those he meets. Some who have met him insist that his kindness is an act - that no dog could ever truly be so loving toward others - but he means the best no matter whom he is associating with. He does his best to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. He will be stern when it is necessary, though he is never cruel to others who do not deserve it.

Raiden is just about the most friendly canine you will find in Eastmoor. He wants nothing more than to socialize with everyone, though it is generally to gain knowledge on the other packs. With his own pack, he is nothing but sociable. He will talk to anyone and everyone, if only to make them feel more included. However, he is a bit too good at keeping information to himself. It would probably be easier to kill him than to pry information out of him.

Though he may be called a weakling for being so kind to others, he does not hesitate to jump into anything. For this, he is both brave and stupid. He will defend his pack and his friends at all costs, though he believes that the pack comes before all else. He is brave in that he is self-sacrificing, though this is as much of a fault as it is an asset. He is also not afraid to speak up to others, or to use his fangs to get his point across. There is almost nothing that scares him.

Because he is so self-sacrificing, it is apparent that he is selfless. Raiden will forget all about himself whenever necessary. He truly does not care as much as he should for his own well-being and would prefer to help others before helping himself. He is a big believer in taking care of pregnant and elder canines before anyone else and appears to follow an old-fashioned way of living. He shares all he has and will continue to do so until the day he dies.

Raiden would give his life up for his pack, his family, and his friends. He is as committed as any canine could be. In his opinion, his pack is all he has going for him in the world. Without them, he would probably have died due to lack of experience when he was abandoned by his family. Many have claimed that his commitment is ill-placed, or that he would have done better in another pack. He does not believe that any of this is true.

When necessary, he is quite the dignified dog. He has the ability to go from playful to composed in the blink of an eye. He tries to always remain serious enough that he is worthy of respect, but never so much that he is a bother to others. He believes that all dogs need to be at least somewhat dignified to make it in the world, but many of the canines he has crossed have had no shred of dignity. He generally has a healthy respect for other dogs, but will never hesitate to voice that he thinks they need to act differently.

With the dogs in his pack, he is a great father figure. Raiden is very caring, especially for those that happen to be younger than him. His kindness is unprecedented and he will always offer himself as a father figure to those who need one. He is rather good at giving advice and always tries his best to be helpful. Despite all of his highlights, Raiden does have a ferocious side. Enemies beware! He does not hesitate to defend with his life, and breaks out both teeth and claw when necessary. He may always seem happy, but his mood shifts in an instant before his teeth are showing and his lips are curled.

Despite everything, Raiden desires to lead. His true passion is in being respected and helping others, making him a perfect candidate as a higher-up in Cesavias. Of course, his lack of experience in fighting makes him a less-than-likely candidate. Perhaps the underdog will come out to rise to the challenge?

Only a few months free of the human race, it is hard to imagine that there was ever a time when humans lived in Eastmoor. In fact, it is hard to imagine that canines living through such harsh conditions in a fight for survival could have ever been cuddly house pets. But just as summer turns to fall, there were days when Raiden smothered humans with kisses.

He was told that his father was a show dog. His relationship with the beautiful female Anatolian Shepherd that mothered Raiden was short-lived and violent - not so much a relationship as it was a payment for humans. While his sire was a successful Anatolian, his mother had never quite made it in the show ring. Her temperament was too wild and she never seemed to be able to focus on the task at hand - running back and forth for more humans. It was for that reason that she was bred, in hopes that her pups would turn into successes.

Raiden adored his mother, though she seemed to prefer his smaller siblings. He was born alongside three other pups, all of whom squealed and bit at him when he accidentally squished them. His first month, he felt awkward and out of place. He was unable to grow comfortable with his own family, though his mother did try her best to express her love for him. She would always tell the pups not to get too used to staying with her - that the humans would take them away. He never really thought much of the furless creatures until this prophecy came true.

He was abducted from his family and thrown in a crate, where he took the long journey to his new family in Eastmoor. They were kind people. They fed and watered him each day. They gave him toys and, eventually, earned his trust. But they never seemed to be quite right. He had grown far too dependent on them for survival, which he soon realized when the humans began to engage in world war three. Raiden was their dog for about two years and they forgot about him as though he was nothing.

They propped the house door open for him when they fled Eastmoor, something he did not know how to react to. Dor days, he was wary of the open door in the family room. Was it safe to leave the life he had known? He was growing hungry and desperate. There were no other options but to leave. One bright afternoon, he drew up the courage to leave his home with the humans. And after that, he never looked back.

Upon wandering the streets of his neighborhood, he quickly grew to understand that almost all the humans had fled the city. Canines of all sorts wandered to and fro, some looking as lost as he did. Upon befriending one of the beautiful dogs owned by his former family's neighbor, he traveled with her until they found the current spot of the Cesavias pack. He joined without looking back. It took no time at all for him to pick up the ways of hunting, fighting, and living with dogs that he was not always going to get along with.

Thankfully, the pack became his source of happiness. He began to think of everything he did as a way to better the pack - something not many could say they have accomplished.