Character Name: Dug Canon: UP Canon Point: From the beginning of the movie. (After being sent on his lone mission to track the bird, but before meeting the protagonists.) Background/History:Up | Dug Personality: Dug is, quintessentially, a dog. He is eager, excitable, and has an attention span that could (generously) be dubbed short. His thoughts are simple, numerous, and immediate. He does not, generally speaking, exhibit any evidence of complex reasoning or logical, critical thinking.
Dug is, to put it frankly, really dumb.
This is not necessarily a bad thing, at least Dug doesn't recognize it as such, because Dug is a Good Dog. He knows he is a Good Dog. Dug will cheerfully and single-mindedly do anything for his master. He loves his master. Whether he will accomplish any task assigned to him is debatable (and hinges mostly on how complex that task is and how long one is willing to wait for Dug to complete it) but he will try his hardest.
Dug is positive, expressive, and brave but, again, this is mostly due to the fact that Dug doesn't often recognize the danger he is in. When he does recognize danger, any bravery that follows is mostly accidental. Normally, however, Dug effectively knows no fear.
Dug is friendly, unless you are a cat or squirrel, likes jokes (Dog jokes, so they're not actually very funny, but he will tell them to you anyway), enjoys treats, tummy rubs, and loves balls. He dislikes the cone of shame. He is neutral on the subject of mailmen. He wants to be a good boy. These are all of the driving forces in Dug's mental arsenal. Anything that cannot be classed under one of those overarching concepts is often a bit too much for Dug to process and will, as dogs are wont to do, be summarily dismissed, ignored, and/or forgotten.
Abilities/Powers: Dug has no special or unique powers. His ability to speak is hooked directly to his collar which is addressed in the next section. Items/Weapons: Dug has very few possessions, what he will arrive with include:
► Special Collar - Dug's collar is a unique invention and was created by his master, Charles F. Muntz, famous adventurer and explorer. It houses an elaborate translation device and mounted speaker which allow Dug to speak in understandable (ostensibly) language as well as allowing him to understand human speech with considerable accuracy. It has a blinking red light and a knob that switches him between languages. There is a small mounted screen on the device as well as a built in, very accurate GPS. This unit is used primarily to track Dug himself rather than for Dug's own use. ► A tennis ball - BALL.
Sample Entry: [He freezes in place. Something about this situation is, quite simply, not right and Dug, utilizing his impressive canine perceptive skills, recognizes it. He is very good at recognizing things like this, yes, very good indeed, or so he is wont to explain. At length.]
Hey, you. I can smell you. You are not supposed to be here.
[His words should be a sufficient warning but Dug barks anyway, just to underline his point. Barking, unlike his stern statement, garners an immediate reaction. There is a distant, panicked scampering and he growls in response.]
I can hear you also now. This is not your place! This is my place! You do not belong in my place!
[The scampering grows more pronounced as he continues to bark. A stick snaps in a nearby plant and his head whips around. A blurry, speeding shape abruptly bursts out of the low shrub and flees his designated yard. It vanishes into bushes across the street and Dug swells with pride.]
That is right! You stay out, you squirrel!
Sample Entry Two:
To say Dug was delighted was an understatement. Many creatures took delight in things, found them fun or pleasant, but Dug, in the way of all dogs, devoted his entire being to that emotion the very moment it became available. Dug was consumed with his delight, he very nearly radiated it, and his whole body was becoming progressively less stable as it tried to wag itself with appropriate enthusiasm.
"Oh, boy! Oh, boy!" Dug's collar said in bland (yet oddly appropriate) monotone. He ran in a small circle. "I love balls. You should throw the ball. I would like it very much if you would throw the ball."
The ball went up, held aloft by Dug's newest, best-est, possible friend and the dog reacted instantly. He snapped stone still and then dropped, with uncharacteristic immediacy and poise, to a crouched position on the ground. It was not physically possible for his eyes to be wider. He tracked the slow back and forth taunt of the ball with laser focus.
Suddenly, the arm snapped out and all that pent up energy was released. Dug bolted up, pivoted back, and started running all at the same moment. This, of course, resulted in a fair amount of counter-productive scrambling but, after several seconds of that, Dug was running as fast as he could. He was a good dog. Fortunately, being clever had absolutely no bearing on being "good"; Dug had completely failed to notice that the ball was still in his new friend's hand.
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Character Name: Dug
Canon: UP
Canon Point: From the beginning of the movie. (After being sent on his lone mission to track the bird, but before meeting the protagonists.)
Background/History: Up | Dug
Personality: Dug is, quintessentially, a dog. He is eager, excitable, and has an attention span that could (generously) be dubbed short. His thoughts are simple, numerous, and immediate. He does not, generally speaking, exhibit any evidence of complex reasoning or logical, critical thinking.
Dug is, to put it frankly, really dumb.
This is not necessarily a bad thing, at least Dug doesn't recognize it as such, because Dug is a Good Dog. He knows he is a Good Dog. Dug will cheerfully and single-mindedly do anything for his master. He loves his master. Whether he will accomplish any task assigned to him is debatable (and hinges mostly on how complex that task is and how long one is willing to wait for Dug to complete it) but he will try his hardest.
Dug is positive, expressive, and brave but, again, this is mostly due to the fact that Dug doesn't often recognize the danger he is in. When he does recognize danger, any bravery that follows is mostly accidental. Normally, however, Dug effectively knows no fear.
Dug is friendly, unless you are a cat or squirrel, likes jokes (Dog jokes, so they're not actually very funny, but he will tell them to you anyway), enjoys treats, tummy rubs, and loves balls. He dislikes the cone of shame. He is neutral on the subject of mailmen. He wants to be a good boy. These are all of the driving forces in Dug's mental arsenal. Anything that cannot be classed under one of those overarching concepts is often a bit too much for Dug to process and will, as dogs are wont to do, be summarily dismissed, ignored, and/or forgotten.
Abilities/Powers: Dug has no special or unique powers. His ability to speak is hooked directly to his collar which is addressed in the next section.
Items/Weapons: Dug has very few possessions, what he will arrive with include:
Sample Entry:
[He freezes in place. Something about this situation is, quite simply, not right and Dug, utilizing his impressive canine perceptive skills, recognizes it. He is very good at recognizing things like this, yes, very good indeed, or so he is wont to explain. At length.]
Hey, you. I can smell you. You are not supposed to be here.
[His words should be a sufficient warning but Dug barks anyway, just to underline his point. Barking, unlike his stern statement, garners an immediate reaction. There is a distant, panicked scampering and he growls in response.]
I can hear you also now. This is not your place! This is my place! You do not belong in my place!
[The scampering grows more pronounced as he continues to bark. A stick snaps in a nearby plant and his head whips around. A blurry, speeding shape abruptly bursts out of the low shrub and flees his designated yard. It vanishes into bushes across the street and Dug swells with pride.]
That is right! You stay out, you squirrel!
Sample Entry Two:
To say Dug was delighted was an understatement. Many creatures took delight in things, found them fun or pleasant, but Dug, in the way of all dogs, devoted his entire being to that emotion the very moment it became available. Dug was consumed with his delight, he very nearly radiated it, and his whole body was becoming progressively less stable as it tried to wag itself with appropriate enthusiasm.
"Oh, boy! Oh, boy!" Dug's collar said in bland (yet oddly appropriate) monotone. He ran in a small circle. "I love balls. You should throw the ball. I would like it very much if you would throw the ball."
The ball went up, held aloft by Dug's newest, best-est, possible friend and the dog reacted instantly. He snapped stone still and then dropped, with uncharacteristic immediacy and poise, to a crouched position on the ground. It was not physically possible for his eyes to be wider. He tracked the slow back and forth taunt of the ball with laser focus.
Suddenly, the arm snapped out and all that pent up energy was released. Dug bolted up, pivoted back, and started running all at the same moment. This, of course, resulted in a fair amount of counter-productive scrambling but, after several seconds of that, Dug was running as fast as he could. He was a good dog. Fortunately, being clever had absolutely no bearing on being "good"; Dug had completely failed to notice that the ball was still in his new friend's hand.