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Name: Fortis {Latin for 'Strong'}. Alias*: Fort, Ortis. Height: 2.8 Feet. (Approximately 85 cm). Weight: 125 Pounds Age: Five. Gender: Masculine. Aroma*: His aroma consists of the scent of moss, dirt, and pine needles accompanied by a hint of maple. Sexuality: Heterosexual. Appearance: Fortis, or Fort, for short, is a male with a muscular physique and long slender legs. His fur ranges more on the red-coloured side and varies from a red, to grey, to white. The brute has patches of white on his paws, his underbelly, as well as on and under his muzzle and neck. He has black ranging around his body, from his head, all the way to the tip of his tail, which complements his fur nicely. Along with his fur, his eyes a brown, but also range more on the redder side of things. His proboscis is a black, and has a hint of pink on the top. As for Fort's tail, well, if one was to see only his tail, then they would most likely mistaken him for a fairly large fox due to its fluffiness and length. Besides that, he has a single scar over his right eye and has a natural appearance that make others fear him, even if he truly is just a loveable mutt. Fortis is a wise wolf and is often seen offering advice to others, even if he has had no experience. The brute is calm and peaceful, rarely resulting to anger or fights, as he fears it. He has seen what anger and evil had done to his brother in his past, and so he avoids it as much as possible. However, he attempts not to think about it too much, especially if the pack needs him. Personality: Fort is a gentle giant. The male is generous, kind, and is even a gentleman, often seen doing small gestures for anybody in sight. Need a favour? Well, he will do one for free simply because he wants to. Sure, a small part of his persona is a bit clumsy or funny, but that's all he is; a simple wolf that wants to make others smile. That, and he wants everybody to like him. His appearance, per say, is quite menacing to look at when first encountered, and often leaves others to avoid contact with him. But besides that, Fortis is very loyal and protective, given his past. A past nobody knows and hopes never will. He's a charmer, but he fears love, for he sees himself as a murderer, even if he was attempting to protect himself. Likes*: -Jokes. -Hunting. -Peace. -Flowers. -Friends. Dislikes*: -Blood. Fears*: -Love. -His past. Strengths: -Fighting. -Hunting. -Running/stealth/agility. -Wisdom/intelligence. Weaknesses: -His past. -Blood; he gets flashbacks. -His hesitation when it comes to fighting. Relatives: Deceased. History*: Fortis wasn't from around his pack, well, at least when he was born. He was born within a loner group, which consisted of only his family and blood. They had all been striving and doing fairly well, that is, until one day, one of his brothers began acting differently.. Colder and distant. Fortis, unknowingly, did nothing, as he simply believed that his brother meant no harm. But oh, how wrong he was. When he departed one day, Fortis returned to see his large family maimed and dead, the only survivor and uninjured one being his brother. Not knowing what to do, Fort began to question him, only to have him lunge for him in attempt to end his life like he had done the remainder of his family. However, Fortis was much larger and stronger, and so he managed to push him off, though not before receiving a scar over his eye. His brother, feeling enraged, lunged again, and before Fortis could think for himself, had knocked him off of his paws with the intent of killing him. Once more, he was able to throw him off, but this time, his brother hit his head, causing him to bleed out. By the time Fortis approached him, his brother was dead, and although he had become evil, to this day, Fortis sees himself as a murderer, for he caused his brother's death. Nobody knows this secret of his, and he hopes nobody ever will. Ref Sheet:  *Credit goes to Quiet-bliss on DA* |
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Name: Somnium {Translates to 'Dream' in Latin}. Alias: Som. 2.8 Feet. (Approximately 85 cm). Weight: 125 Pounds Age: Five. Gender: Masculine. Aroma*: His aroma consists of the scent of moss, dirt, and pine needles accompanied by a hint of maple. Sexuality: Heterosexual. Appearance: Somnium, or Som, for short, is a large brute with a menacing appearance. Several scars are scattered around his body, making him look quite fearsome. Besides his maimed look, the male has a brown fur accompanied with different shades if grey. His eyes are a deep hazel brown whilst his nose is black, or in the sun, a dark blue. Som's fur is thicker and longer than most, which simply adds onto his tall stature. He has a facial expression that tells others to stay away, when in reality, Som wants nothing more but a friend. Personality: Somnium, although shares some characteristics with his sister, such as being wise and intelligent, unlike her, he knows who he is. He is a reserved and introverted male, though from the outside, looks to be nothing more but tough and menacing. When others get to know him, he's nothing more but a gentle giant. Of course, there are some circumstances when he'll use his anger, but that's reserved for his rank in terms of fighting. You will never see Som use his anger on his own pack, after all, it hardly does anything. He prefers words. They always seem to flow easier. The male is a hard-worker, but he is unsure if others truly know it, for he is more like a shadow and is hardly noticed or seen by others. He's simply the background. A plain, boring background. He's grey, whilst others are colours of the rainbow. However, Som, if needed, will express his opinions and attempt to solve perplexed problems, and rarely is he ever wrong. He has a big heart, but others don't see it. No, they see what's on the outside, which is a large, fierce, angry-looking wolf that looks like he'll snap at your neck if spoken to. But if others just observed him, they would see that Som has a generous, kind, and soft heart, and is quite a gentleman to the ladies. As said before, he doesn't enjoy anger, but will certainly speak out if others are being mistreated. Respect is large for him, and he sees through that it's followed, even if it isn't his place to do so. Likes: -Quiet/peace. -Flowers. -The stars. -Pups; he has a large soft spot. -Being generous. -Company. -Water. Dislikes: -Others judging him by his cover. -Being alone. -Sickness/death. Fears*: -Isolation. Strengths: -Fighting. -Hunting. -Running/stealth/agility. -Wisdom/intelligence. Weaknesses : -His hesitation when it comes to fighting. History: Somnium wasn't always scarred and maimed. Once upon a time, he used to be a handsome wolf with a cheerful smile pasted to his face. However, all that changed when a sudden death within his previous pack was blamed on him. Som had one siblings; a brother. They had a strong bond, just like any sibling. One day, Som and his brother decided to explore, even if they were forbidden to due to their age. Of course, the two didn't listen, and so off they went. The two managed to make their way upon a small cliff, however, the only difference was that although two made it there, only one would return. Som's brother never did make it back, as on the cliff, he lost his footing and plunged to his death. By the time Som reached the bottom, his pack was already there, their eyes looking cold and heatless, for they believed that he was the one to kill him. The male didn't even have time to explain, as moments later, he was exiled, but not before being scarred to 'remind him' for what he had done, even if he did no such thing. Som, all bloody and scratched, managed to heal his wounds. Living as a loner was hard, especially for a young wolf like himself, and so he managed to obtain even more scars, such as from bears or other enemies, before finding a new pack to call home. Ref Sheet:  *Credits go to Wincey on DA* |
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Name: Sacramentum {Latin for, ""Mystery,"" though she simply goes by Sacra}. Nickname(s): Sacra, Sa, Mentum, Tum. Gender: Damsel . Appearance: Her pose and appearance are graceful and mystical. Her eyes are heterochromic and range from a light blue to a deep emerald green. With sharp teeth, long legs, and pointy claws, she looks more wise then menacing, though many beg to differ. Sacra's pelt is oddly lengthy and thick, though it seems to suit her. Speaking of pelt, hers is a pure white, and often appears as if it's glowing due to the reflection of the sun and moon upon it. Often enough, she looks as if she is a ghost or a wandering spirit due her gracefulness. Personality: Sacra is exactly what her name says she is; a mystery. Many don't know much about her, and her words flow effortlessly the moment she opens her maw. Filled with wisdom, courage, and intelligence, Sacra can easily solve a perplexed problem when needed in a mere matter of moments. She seems to know all about everything and everyone due to her time spent simply observing, though nobody knows anything of her. Quiet she may look, but quiet she is not. No, if Sacra believes in something, then she will announce it to everybody, and can be surprisingly stern and persuasive. The canine, easy to believe, loves everything she sets her eyes upon. She holds a passion for the moon, for the animals surrounding her, for water.. Anything, as she believes everything holds an important purpose in life, no matter the size nor appearance. Sacra is considered intelligent and wise, and will gladly help with advice. She only appears when she wants to be seen, and is almost impossible to find when ventured off. However, no matter what - no matter who she finds or who finds her - she will offer words of wisdom, as she has an answer for everything, all of which are almost always correct. Sacra hardly ever approaches a situation with hostility and anger. No, she has too much dignity and grace for anger. In fact, it's hard to even picture her slightly irked, as she is one that many cannot easily manipulate nor get on her bad side. However, if all her other options have run out, the mysterious dame might focus her attention on using anger, even if red isn'Â’t her colour. Don't be fooled by her persona, because when - or if - she ever angers, all should beware, because then it is truly known that something is wrong. Sacra is a calm and wise wolf, and if she angers, then all should fear both her, and the problem that made her so upset. |
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Name: Sussurus [Translates to 'Murmuring/Whisper' in Latin]. Alias: Sus, Surus. Height: 2.5 feet. Weight: 100 pounds. Age: Four. Gender: Feminine. Aroma: A Forest. Personality: Sussurus is a wise, spiritual, mysterious individual who often speaks with honesty and truth. She poses as an enigma to everybody she encounters, often leaving them in a state of curiosity. With the strength of intelligence on her side, she can often solve perplexed problems in a matter of seconds, no matter the time nor place. One can easily distinguish her presence nearby when they hear the soft 'taps' of her claws hitting the ground, or the ghostly hum of a song echoing in the distance that she tends to sing to pass the time. Sussurus can prove to be loyal, and is often there for those that seek comfort or advice. She holds a special gift, as she is able to decipher one's emotions with a single gaze. Yes, she is quite a skilled observer, often noticing the smaller things in life that many tend to overlook. She emits a spiritual-like vibe to her, seemingly acting like a shaman or witch of sorts. However, the female also has a feisty side of her, especially when angered, though she doesn't use it as often, as it's difficult to make her upset. Appearance: Sussurus is a colossal individual, her stature typically looming over others. She has a lithe yet muscular physique, which is clearly seen in the shape of her body. With a pelt as black as the night sky and white pupiless eyes that seem to glow, her appearance has an oddly graceful and haunting look. If one is to look closer, certain sections of her pelt contain minuscule white spots scattered across it, like stars, which makes her pelt that much more unique. Sussurus' tail is long and sleek, resembling that of a fox's. Her fur in general is long, which simply adds onto her sinisterly haunting look. Not a single scar lays anywhere on her body, which seemingly makes her appear even more unearthly. Like a ghost, her fur seems to glow slightly. It seems to float, as if the wind is gently swaying it, though what sends chills down some individual's spine is that sometimes the wind is non-existent. In fact, her fur seems to have a mind of its own. Both her claws and teeth are long and jagged, simply adding onto her unearthly vibe. The female presents a mysterious vibe when it comes to not only her personalty, but her appearance as well. Likes: -The night/moon. -Forests. -Rain/storms. -Company. -Peace. Dislikes: -Chaos/disorder. -Hostility/anger. -Fights/war. -Droughts. -Lies. Fears: -Growing hostile; she feels as if she's stepping out of who she is. -Losing the connection she feels with nature. Strengths: -Ability to decipher one's emotions with a glance due to being observant. -Her connection with nature. |
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Name: Jax. Age: Four and a half. Gender: Masculine. Breed: Weimaraner (100%). Appearance: Like any Weimaraner, Jax has a pelt that looks to be a mixture of silver and copper. He has long slender legs and is exactly 2ft tall with a weight of 85lbs. His eyes are large and are the colours of the sky. The male has a muscular body, which is clear to see due to his short fur. His nose is a dark brown with a spot or two of black on it, making him look a tad bit more unique than others. A single spot of white lies on his chest, as well as on his right ear, making him rather odd. It's hard not to notice Jax, as the male not only has a pelt that shines in everybody's eyes, but also a large personality. Personality: Jax is a carefree, generous, and kind dog that prefers seeing the better side of everything life has to offer. He is always optimistic, even when times seem awful. He has a light that shines brighter than no other, and often tries his best to lead others out of the dark. The male has a born-free persona and is often seen enjoying the smaller things in life that others often miss. Whether it be a large pond, or a minuscule ant, Jax always takes time to observe it. After all, he likes to believe that he has all the time in the world, even if he doesn't. The male is hardly ever seen angry, and will often try to bargain out of trouble. However, trouble is his middle name, as the boy can truly be a mischievous and cunning individual, but not often, considering he has had everything he has ever wanted given to him. Great owners; a comfy bed (two, to be exact); as many toys as he desires; and so much food he can't eat it all. Occasionally, Jax can be seen around the streets offering what he has to strays, after all, he was born one and remembers how hard it was. He has few skills when it comes to survival, but he remembers his days on the streets, even if he lived on them for less than seven months before being picked up. However, those few months taught him independence and wisdom, something that others don't see in him. Others don't see it, but Jax is kind and bubbly to cover up his past. Even to this day he tries to forget, but with no luck, so he covers his sadness with a mask. History: Jax wasn't always the spoiled dog one would think he was. No, in fact, the male was born on the street like many strays in the city. However, unlike them, humans took a liking to him because of his unique coat and bubbly personality. However, his life wasn't always amazing. Jax was born a stray along with his four siblings, one of which passed away less than a day later. Besides that, he was happy with his parents and remaining sisters and brothers. When Jax was around three months old, he witness his first death. One of his two sisters was hit by a passing truck, her body landing beside him on the road. That was the first time he realized that life was unfair and cruel. When he was four months old, his father disappeared to find food and never returned, and a week later, his mother vanished as well. To this day, Jax didn't know where they went or what happened to them. Were they taken? Killed? Adopted? Did they run away? So many options, yet he didn't know. His brother managed to stay with him for another two months, his sister, not so much. She was smaller.. The runt of the litter. His sister was weak and malnourished, and without his parents to guide them, she starved to her last breath. Now, it was only Jax and his older brother. But in time, it would only be Jax left, he just didn't know it at the time. When Jax and his brother were six months old, he and his brother were roaming the streets late at night, when humans espied them. Intentionally, they decided that it would be fun to hurt them. He and his brother weren't fast enough, and so the group of young humans began to hurt them. Jax was smaller and managed to escape, but not before being forced to see his brother bleed out before his eyes. And then, there was one. |
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Name: Bulldozer. Alias*: Dozer. Height: 30 cm (approximately 2.9 ft). Weight: 110 lbs. Age: Five. Gender: Masculine. Aroma*: Rain and flowers. Breed: Saint Bernard. Appearance: Bulldozer is a tall and hefty male with a buff physique. Strength is clearly shown in the male, whose muscles are visible amongst his short fur. His pelt ranges from a light orangey-brown, white, and black, as he appears to resemble any other Saint Bernard. The only difference for Dozer is that he has a few scars scattering his body, all of which range in depth and in size. The brute has brown eyes that are caring and soft, and although he looks menacing, he is genuinely noting of the such. Personality: Now, Bulldozer appears to look fearsome due to his scars and height, but on the inside, he is a gentle giant. One would expect somebody like him to go around terrorizing others, but Dozer is more often seen smelling the flowers or playing in leaves. A gentle and sweet canine, Bulldozer always has a happy expression on his face. He has a cheerful and calm persona and will often see the good in others, even if they're nothing but cruel. Never will you see Dozer be angry, that is, unless he's provoked. Hurt him all you want, but if somebody hurts one he cares about, all hell will break loose. Bulldozer will most likely try and talk some sense into the enemy, but if that doesn't work, he uses his height and strength to an advantage and attempts to scare them off. The brute doesn't appreciate those that don't give respect to others, as he believes if somebody wants respect, they must earn it, as well as show some to others. He is a protective and loyal ally who doesn't like having enemies. Why fight when there are better things to do? Bulldozer believes in peace and detests chaos and disorder amongst everybody. It never works out. Bulldozer is an intelligent and extroverted soul that can solve perplexed problems in a matter of seconds. Need somebody to rely on? He can help with that, as well as several other things. In fact, Dozer is fine with lending a paw to anybody without receiving anything in return. Likes*: -Flowers. -Peace. -Company. -Rain. Dislikes*: -Chaos and disorder. -Having enemies. -Others that are cruel and have no respect. Fears*: -Being alone for too long. Strengths: -His strength and stature. -His intelligence and calm persona. Weaknesses: -Seeing others get hurt. History*: Bulldozer never had a happy life. As a pup, he grew up in an abusive household and was often punished for things he had no control over. Many of his scars had come from his past, both externally and internally. Despite being hurt constantly, one would thing that he would become aggressive, but the brute never seemed to convert into what his people had hoped he would become; a monster. They wanted a guard dog, but a guard dog Bulldozer was not. So, what did his people do? Why, throw him out onto the street of course. In the middle of a highway, right next to a forest. Bulldozer didn't know what had happened, as he was quite young still. However, he soon figured it out and forced himself to move forwards in the opposite direction of where he came from. He wasn't sure where he was going, but the male made himself walk for miles and miles, days and days, with little food and water. Eventually, he reached civilization, to which he swiftly adapted to. Ref Sheet:  *Credit goes to LuDa-Stock on DA* |
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Oh, honey, I'm your worst nightmare come to life. Now put your claws away, or you'll find out what it's really like to dance with the devil. Name: Regina {'Queen' in Latin}. Age: Four. Gender: Damsel. Quotes: - ""The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain."" - ""Anyone can betray anyone."" Breed: Kugsha (50%) + Siberian Husky (10%) + Northern Inuit Dog (40%). Appearance: Regina is a colossal dame that is made up of several breeds. She is part kugsha, part Siberian husky, and part northern Inuit dog. Her appearance in general make her seem to resemble that of a wolf, often leaving others to fear her. It's easy to see that she is a menacing-looking individual, with long claws and teeth, as well as piercing eyes. Well, that and the several, several scars around her body, but we'll get into that later on. Her fur is a mixture of brown, grey, and white, as well as hints of black. As for her eyes, Regina has heterochromia, and so her left eye is green, whilst her right blue. Her tail, on the other hand, used to be long and fluffily, but now, it is no longer in existence. Long ago had it been cut off in a fight, leaving her with nothing but a stub. Her claws are black and extremely long and jagged, as she was a dog-fighter for most of her life, and her dear 'owner' refused to take care of her. After all, if she had long claws, that meant she could hurt her opponent faster, which equaled more money for him. So, to this day, her claws often resemble cat claws, and if you hear the rough 'tap' of somebody walking, you should know that it's Regina, which means that you should run. Height: 28 inches (I looked it up, and kugshas are around 27 cm, and Inuit dogs are around 28 cm, so since she is mainly a mixture of both of them, I made her on the larger side). Weight: 105 lbs. Personality: Regina was named Queen for a reason. Why, after all, she is the Queen of the strays. The ultimate survivalist. She had been living on the streets for several years, and so she knows all about it. The damsel is the city's eyes, as she manages to see everything happening in it, as well as is able to read the human language. The dame knows the streets more than anything, from the tiniest pebble, to the largest tree, she knows all. Regina is not only intelligent, but is also wise, however, many may not notice due to her snappy personality. Then again, would you be kind to everybody when all they ever do is hurt you? Mentally, emotionally, and physically? Regina has a hard shell and several walls up. She is stern and bossy, making others fear her even more than they already do. Her persona is also mischievous and cunning, after all, one must be in order to survive. Not to mention, she is an ace liar and manipulator, as well as an observer. In truth, she observes so much, that she has learned how to read others, which benefits her, but truly leaves her victim trembling with fear. Regina knows all the tricks when it comes to the streets, and if asked, she may even show you. At first encounter, she is fearful, but over time, if gained her trust, the damsel will prove herself loyal and protect one no matter what, but trust doesn't come easily to a mutt that has been damaged like she has. No, Regina has seen things she wishes upon no other. She has lived through things worse than death, and because of that, she is closed off and reserved, as well as unafraid to hurt another. If provoked enough, Regina will use her anger and pain to lash out at you, and given her past, it's best for one not to ever upset her, as she can make a devil from hell itself appear like a saint compared to her. And it's no use hiding, as Regina has eyes all over the place, so once you get on her bad side, beware, for she doesn't back down easily. However, rather than stalking one right away, she waits. Patience is the key to every successful hunt, and Regina's hunts always succeed. History: Regina wasn't always the cruel and vicious dame she currently is. In fact, as a pup, she was warm and kind. Her odd mixture of breed was found rare, and so it wasn't long until she found a wealthy family of her own. She was named Gypsy then, but alas, all good things had to come to an end, just like her days as an owner's dog. For several weeks she had lived her dream life until one day, for some unknown reason, they left, leaving her behind with their past. Feeling saddened at the betrayal, Gypsy (at the time) sauntered off several miles away from the only home she knew. At the time, she was merely a few months old and wasn't sure what to do, so when a kind looking man offered her food, she accepted. However, little did Regina know that despite the man looking kind on the outside, internally, he was quite the opposite. In fact, she saw him as a demon of sorts, and what once looked like a halo was replaced with a set of devil horns. Due to that man, Regina was forced to fight in a dog rink for most of her life; three, to be exact. She was unstoppable because she had witnessed the consequences of what happened when losing a fight, and she wasn't prepared to get beaten up or killed. Additionally, it was punishment enough fighting others, as she got terribly maimed and wounded while doing so, and she never did get used to taking the life of another. The once kind and loving damsel that came into the world was soon replaced by a cold, ruthless, and blood-thirsty killer as time went on, hence, why she was called Scarred Killer by the people. One day, Scarred Killer was in the middle of a battle and had whipped her opponent to the side, and after doing so, her enemy's body had managed to reveal an opening of sorts, which led to the outside world. Seeing it as her only chance of escape, she bolted, only to have everybody take part of a long chase, resulting in her losing them. Now, not Gypsy nor Regina yet, the dame managed to pick up the word as she learned the language of the humans, which struck others as odd. After all, how could a dog like her be able to read it? But Scarred Killer was able to do so, and when she espied the name Regina, she took it. It didn't take long for others to begin calling her that, as she was notorious for not only her fights, but being a stray. Reference Sheet: [Credit goes to EternalOcean on Da]. |
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Name: Barracuda. Alias*: She doesn't mind what her nicknames are. Height: 2.0 feet. Weight: 50 lbs. Age: Five. Gender: Damsel. Aroma*: Her aroma consists of the metallic scent of blood mixed with brown sugar. Breed: Unknown (30%) x Border Collie (70%). Appearance: Barracuda has an intriguing look. It's clear that she has some border collie in her, but the other part of her? Well, even she is unsure, for she never knew her father. Her stature is 2 feet and she weighs approximately 50 pounds. With a sinewy physique, Barracuda appears to look menacing at first glance. Even without hardly any scars, something about her gives off an eerie, mysterious, and fearful vibe. Her pelt is tan and white with some hints of creme and brown. Her fur, on the other hand, is long and thick and has a silky appearance to it. Personality: Barracuda is a cheerful dame that also has an angry side to her. Her name, for one, should be a hint as to what type of individual she is. In truth, her persona is as if somebody mixed all the traits in the world, the product, of course, being her. She's a heartbreaker, generous, angry, fierce, kind, oh, there are much too many characteristics in the world to describe her. However, many find Barracuda to be more of an eerie and mysterious dame above all, simply because many see her as an unsolvable puzzle, especially when it comes to her persona. If some things are for certain, Barracuda is stern as well as dominant, though she wouldn't apply those things to anybody unless provoked. Respect is yet another thing of importance to her, as she will only give it if she receives it; it shouldn't be one-sided. Intelligent and wise she is, as Barracuda can solve problems in a matter of seconds, no matter if it's her problem or another's, and will often offer advice to anybody that seeks it. She appears to be selfish, but in reality, she is quite the opposite, and often places others above herself. Likes*: -Being right. -Winning. Dislikes*: -Being talked back to. -No respect. -Those that believe they matter more than anybody else; self-absorbed. Fears*: -Hmm, perhaps love. Strengths: -Intelligence. -Mischievous mind and quick-witted. -Strength/agility/stamina. Weaknesses: -Once more, love; she believes it'll get in her way negatively. History*: *Credit goes to Belldandy1-Stock on da* |
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Name: Banjo. Alias*: Anything you'd like. Height: 65 cm (approximately 2.1 feet). Weight: 88 lbs. Age: Five. Gender: Masculine. Aroma*: Sunshine, honey, and lavender. Breed: German Shepard. Appearance: Banjo's stature is approximately 2.2 feet, though a few extra inches due to his long fur make him appear to be larger then he truly is. With a brown pelt everywhere but on his back and snout, and inner ears, which are black, it's clear that Banjo is a purebred German shepherd. He's a handsome boy, though he has his own share of scars due to being a police dog for the beginning of his life. Due to being a police dog, he had ended up with an injury and forced off of the unit due to a permanent injury, to which he walks with a small limp and often faces ptsd. Although he can't run as well as he used to, he is just as strong as he always was. Personality: Despite his accident as a police dog, Banjo's persona hasn't changed all that much. He's the same confident, hard-working, and leader that he always was, the only difference is that sometimes he fears loud noises. Of course, it doesn't impact him that much, minus the flashbacks. Banjo is intelligent and speaks with a determined and proud tone, and is also optimistic. He will speak out if something seems wrong or if he doesn't agree with something, and isn't afraid to hide his thoughts and opinions. Both strong in mind and body, Banjo can easily solve perplexed problems when given, as he had to be quick-witted when it came to being on the police force. Not to mention, he is fairly courageous, and will never back down from something once he put his mind to it. He is loyal and can be trusted easily, and will be there for somebody when need be. In fact, when gained his trust, the brute will do anything for them. He will be there to make them laugh, for when they need a shoulder to cry on, or if they complain about somebody being rude to them, to which Banjo will gladly shove their tails down their own throats. The male is optimist and often enjoys seeing the small things in life. He takes his time and scrutinizes every small thing. A pebble? Well, Banjo will examine it for a bit, as he pays attention to things many miss. Likes*: -Respect. -Peace. -Saving others. Dislikes*: -Humans; they kicked him out from the force due to his injury. -Loud noises. -Disrespect and those that are rude. -Those that believe they are better than everybody. Fears*: -Loud noises. Strengths: -Strength in both mind and body. -Stamina. -Quick-witted and wise. Weaknesses: -Running, as he has a limp. History*: Banjo used to work as a trained police dog, often accompanying officers on patrols and seeking to find criminals. Ever since he was a pup, his entire family was part of the police force, and of course, he followed in their paw steps. The gigantic male was known for his successful skills when it came to tracing down certain criminals, however, one fatal day, his entire dreams of becoming the police dog with the most criminals taken down was over. Soon, the male that strived for the best was shot, causing him to never make a full recovery. A single bullet that was shot too close to his hind leg made him not only scarred forever, but also in capable of ever truly recovering. Ref Sheet:  *Credit goes to Mithgariel-stock on DA* |
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