Full Name: Marmaduke, but prefers Duke
Nicknames: N/A
Name Meaning/origin: Marmaduke is of Irish/Gaelic origin meaning "follower of Saint Maedoc"; Duke is Latin in origin, meaning "leader"
Sex: Male
Age: Adult (deceased)
Breed: Pembroke Welsh Corgi and Jack Russell Terrier
Birthdate and location: Unknown date, but it was sometime during the spring; Manhattan, New York
Death-date and location: Unknown date, but it was sometime in the fall; Manhattan, New York

Personality: Duke is a very fatherly dog. Unlike his other siblings, who thought that they were better than he because their father only looked after them, Duke isn't one to place himself on such a high pedestal; he knows that there is someone who has life better, or worse, than the one he currently lives. This made the dog believe that he should treat others with respect, treat them like he would like to be acted upon in return. Duke, though kind and considerate, he is quite the cunning streetdog. He doesn't boast about how clever he is and his ability to think and act fast, no, Duke prefers to keep things like that to himself, only sharing them with those who his is close, very close, with. He is not one to put others down either, and Duke has a soft spot in his heart for kids and puppies alike, and those who are less fortunate then he. Duke is a loyal dog, but he won't hesitate to set his children right, by giving them a scolding, like any father would. He's quite the flirt to, but only with Gingersnap, the lady of his dreams, and he doesn't take too kindly to males who put the moves on her or females who try to woo him.

Crush/Mate: His past mate was Gingersnap
Puppies: Dodger and two others

Extended Family: Rita (daughter-in-law), Huey and Q.J (grandsons); Rika (granddaughter)

Friends: He has many (open)
Enemies: He has many of them, too (open)

History: Like many dogs in Manhattan, Duke was born a stray, to two street dogs who were desperate to start a family despite the fact that they could hardly manage for themselves.
Duke was born in a litter of three with him being the youngest of all three brothers. Not only was he the youngest, Duke was the runt of the litter. His father rarely payed his son any attention at all; when he took his two eldest sons out of the alley to show them tricks on surviving on the streets, he would always tell Duke to stay in the box that he and his older brothers shared as a bed.
During those times, Duke would just chat with his mother, help her bring home dinner, and this is when she taught him how to steal and beg for scraps. Duke was thankful for his mother; she and he both knew that his father would never tell him to come along to learn the tricks of the streets, so she taught her son all she knew.
By the time he was ten months old, Duke decided that he was able to go off on his own, his parents- his mother- didn't need to be bothered with his presence anymore; he left home during the night. He slipped out of the alley from beside the new, bigger box that his brothers bought home earlier that day for just themselves, forcing the runt to sleep outside on the damp ground. Duke kissed his mother's cheek, his way of saying good-bye without waking her up.
The next few weeks bought nothing but trouble and angst to the young male. He made a makeshift home under the bench in Central Park where he stayed for a few days before Animal Control was called in to get rid of him. Duke never ran so fast in his life, and it took the dog only a few minutes to reach the outskirts of Manhattan. There, the dog nearly passed out on the sidewalk from exhaustion. But the mutt forced himself not to lay down there because he knew the risks all too well: people stepping on you, animal control coming back to put you in the back of one of their vans and take you off to an animal shelter. Then there was the slim, but still  daunting, chance of you trying to get out of the way of human traffic, run into the street and get hit by a taxi.
All of this is what caused Duke to end up crawling under the fence that surrounded someone's mansion downtown. The dog was so out of it that he just went over to the corner of the yard, laid on his side and passed out from exhaustion.
When he came to, Duke was staring into the large, curious eyes of another dog. She was wearing a blue collar, but no tags were attached to it, and her fur was a pretty light brown with lighter markings.
Duke immediately sat up; he didn't see the female as a threat, she looked way too kind for that, but this was her turf and he knew he'd best be leaving now. But instead of that, Duke ended up having a nice conversation with the lady dog; he found out that her owners had found him passed out in their yard and were allowing him to stay out back because they felt sorry for him. The female dog, whose name was Gingersnap, said that,lucky for both her and Duke, her owners were total animal lovers. They had rescued Ginger from the pound about a year ago and they didn't call in animal control on Duke. In fact, Ginger's owners bought some extra dog dishes to put Duke's water and food in. The mutt was thankful for the family's hospitality, and he thanked Gingersnap as well.
After a while, Duke became accustomed to the "backyard dog" life, but still longed to be back no the streets, his one true home. Yet, the dog couldn't just let Ginger slip out of his paws that easily. He liked her, in fact, Duke was very much in love with his housemate but didn't dare let her know until he felt the time was right. He knew if he were to leave home, Ginger would come looking for him, and she did exactly that. Soon, Duke had left the mansion by digging under the fence, purposely leaving a gigantic hole for all to see. Now the family knew he was gone, and would probably never be returned home because they never gave Duke a collar. Ginger, on the other hand, knew the streets pretty well, probably not as much as Duke did, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try to bring him back home.
It took only a few days for Ginger to locate Duke. The male was sitting in wait a few blocks down from the family's house. He acted all nonchalant about the whole running away situation when Gingersnap brought it up in an angry manner. Duke brushed it off and this only made the collared dog angrier. "I'm bring you back to our family right now!" she exclaimed, putting enfaces on the word our. The other dog replied with, "You have to catch me first!" and ran off down the street.
And catch him she did. Ginger was a house dog, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to run like a street dog.  She did live as a stray before she got that cozy little home on 5th Avenue.
After tackling Duke down in an alley, the male burst into laughter. This confused Gingersnap and she only growled at her housemate. Thinking that there was no other better time to tell her, Duke confessed his love for the brown dog.
After that, Duke told Ginger that he wasn't going to return home, that the streets of lower Manhattan were his only home. This put the love of his life in between two choices: return home without Duke or live on the streets with him. She choose to return home much to Duke's dismay.
Later on, about a year or so later, Duke revisited the house and to his luck, Gingersnap was outside. The owners had long patched up the hole under the fence and made the thing higher in case Ginger decided that she would try to jump it. The two dogs talked through the iron bars of the fence until Duke said he had to go. He came back every day though, whether his old owners were outside or not, only to talk with Ginger.
Soon, Duke's visits stooped, living Ginger a bit heartbroken. She finally dug under the fence, breaking a few nails in the process, and went off to find Duke. When she did, the old dog was in the same alleyway she had found him in when he ran away from home a year earlier. Ginger found out that Duke wasn't doing very much since he stopped coming by, only that he would venture a little ways off from the alley for food and stuff like that; he was waiting for her to get to him.
The two officially became mates once Ginger told Duke about how she felt. Duke had always wanted children of his own, but his mate wasn't very comfortable about giving birth, so the old dog waited until she felt ready. It took another whole year for Ginger to finally tell her mate that she longed for puppies, too. Soon, the couple had a litter of three  boys. They named them all, and lived a happy life on the Manhattan streets.
When the boys were two months old, Ginger was hit by a car, but she managed to live until the next morning when she passed away. Duke was left on his own to raise his boys to be the best they could, and he did that well, but this ended up with him having to give them to homes so they wouldn't end up as flea-infested, sick, and starving strays like their father had become. Duke got the eldest a nice home on 5th Avenue where he left the pup on the doorstep of a house where a little boy had been wishing for a dog for what seemed like forever. It was the child's birthday that night and what a surprise he had waiting for him at the front of his house.
The second eldest forced his father to let him stay and guard a homeless old lady he had seen around the area where the family's alley was. Duke was reluctant to let him go, but he made himself let his son go on and cheer the old woman up.
The last, Dodger, was the only one who Duke had real trouble with; Dodger was the runt of the litter, the weakest puppy. His father didn't dare give him up to the families in the richer neighborhoods; they'd only give him to the pound and the chances of Dodger being euthanized were very high. Duke finally gave up and let Dodger stay with him until the pup was actually old enough to take care of himself. Again, Duke was very reluctant to allow his son to go, but Dodger reassured his father that he'd be alright.
They said their farewells and Duke knew he would never see his sons again.
A few weeks later, Duke was starting to feel his old age set in for real this time and he was finally ready to rest. The old male dragged himself to the spot in the alley he, his mate, and the boys had made their home and lied down where Gingersnap's body was placed when she died and he shut his eyes for the last time, but he was not at all sad; now Duke was able to reunite with his late mate and he had made sure his boys were safe.

Likes: Gingersnap, living on the streets, Manhattan, his puppies, spending time with his mate and puppies,
Dislikes: Living as someone's pet (it makes him feel like he's being controlled), crows, when he has no where to sleep or nothing to eat, being shooed,
Hates: That his mate died before he did
Fur Color: White
Marking Colors: Dark brown and grey
Eye Color: Hazel
Status: Deceased
Voice/Accent: N/A ((I'll get one soon))

Relation to Oliver and Company's universe: He is the father of Dodger

Both pictures are (c) to me
((This is the best "Disney-styled" picture I've done ^^))