Slurp

Height: 11ft
Weight: unknown (more than half a ton)
Sex: male
Age: Unknown. Appears to be a middle-aged adult. (Slurp may have stopped aging at some point in his life)


Likes:
Being praised, given treats and/or gifts, chasing things, napping, chewing, things that smell (preferably good)

Loves:
Attention (physical or otherwise), belly rubs, ear rubs, tongue rubs, muzzle rubs, hugs (including face-hugs), being hand-fed

Dislikes:
Excessive puppy talk, being used as a "mount" (unless he knows you well), hunger, rolled up newspapers, sudden loud noises, electronics and bright screens,

Hates:
Baths, loneliness, sharp things, fire

Favorite foods:
Dog food, peanut butter, cheese, cats, rodents, rabbits, foxes, bacon, and sometimes chocolate (even if it's bad for him)

Foods he won't (normally) eat:
Not very much, just anything that he finds tasteless or tastes bad.





Slurp is a mutt, the extent of his breed mixture is majorily unknown even to him, but at a first glance one might think he's a wolf, or at least a hybrid. Some wolven traits are there for sure though, a broad chest and fluffy coat (and tail) and his eyes are golden tawny and seem to glow with a playful, but predatory gaze. The dog has shorter legs and a stockier build, hinting at the possibility of some kind of bull dog heritage. Slurp's head is also quite enormous, jowls are medium to long but also very broad, and large enough to comfortably hold an average sized humanoid within them almost entirely.





Slurp wears a brown leather collar with orange reflective eyelets. Attached to it is a generic disc shaped golden name plate. Slurp is not owned by anyone in particular, despite wearing the tattered collar, and likely never will be. Left with him upon being abandoned to the park is a pure aluminum food bowl, spray painted candy red, measuring 8 ft. in diameter by 3 and 1/2 ft. deep. His name is lovingly etched and painted in gold letters upon one side. The bowl is too much of a hassle to carry around, so he usually just leaves the thing laying around somewhere.





This gentle giant is steadily becoming overweight, his lack of willpower making it difficult to turn down a free meal. Beneath the feral appearance is a complex intelligence, gifting him the ability to speak common. In casual situations, the dog might strike up an entire conversation, but other times, especially when hungry, he may choose not to open his mouth at all... unless he's putting someone in it.




Sometimes he can take on a taur form!