Sorry I abandoned you guys... I am a terrible person and I am sorry

Name: Rover "Sherlock" Canis

Species: Chocolate Lab

Gender: Male

Age: 23 (pet years)

Neighborhood: Edge City

Appearance: Rover has dark brown fur and chocolate brown eyes. He is rather tall for a lab, though it's hard to tell as he slouches most of the time. His colar is a diamond shaped brass tag on a simple leather strap. His tag has a small magnifying glass on the black; this glass is removable. Also, he wears a light brown fedora that usually covers his eyes. The fedora has a small piece of paper secured behind the band.

Personality: Rover is a rather quiet pet who prefers to keep to himself. His sour disposition tends to push other pets away. He has the strangest adictions to mysteries and riddles. He becomes extreamly violent whenever someone insults his hat or his father. When he does talk he always plans what he is about to say based on the situation, he has a way with delicate situations.

History: When Rover was no more than a pup he was taken in by a group of strays who stole what they needed to survive. Eventually the crime caught up to them and they were arrested by dog catchers, but while Rover was in the pound a police detective named Sam Canis came on a lead, saw Rover, and adopted him on the spot. Ever since Sam brought Rover with him on every case; teaching him everything he new about detective work. One day, Sam simply disappeared leaving nothing but his fedora and a blood stained carpet, and Rovers been searching for answers ever since.

Other: In Sam's will Rover was turned over to Sam's sister. Who, ironicly, is named Samantha. They have just recently moved to edge city

Stats:
Str: 6
Pre: 9
End: 5
Cha: 3
Int: 9
Agil: 7
Luck: 3

Rover pulled his cell phone from his collar to read a text message, "Very sorry, but I have been called home, my dad came back!" he exclaimed as he trotted out the door happily

"Wait, that thing has a NAME!?" Skya asked, finally back in reality.

Um... are you not picking up on the whole "guy who looks a bit like a scarecrow, but clearly isn't one after second glance, and has an aura that makes domesticated animals like him" aspect of this character? Like... To the others, Skya is basically calling a mute "that thing" while he's standing right there in the room. That's pretty rude...

it is also CHARLIE SMILED AT THE CAMERA, THEN LIFTED HIMSELF UP ØNTØ said they have passed
away, passed on, THE BED, WRAPPING HIS HANDS ARØUND Cruiser'S NECK AND SQUEEZING. or expired,
Cruiser immediately woke up, grabbing at the mad dog and trying desperately to get him off...
among numerous CHARLIE LAUGHED, LEANING IN AS HE STRANGLED Cruiser. other socially
Cruiser went for the knife that he'd taken to bed with him, stabbing repeatedly into the other dog, trying to kill the other dog before he killed him!
accepted, CHARLIE WAS UNAFFECTED BY THE KNIFE, AND CØNTINUED TØ STRANGLE religiously specific,
slang, and irreverent THE FLAILING DØG UNTIL HE FINALLY STØPPED JERKING AND WENT LIMP...

Scratch squirmed a little huddling over the water, shivering a little again, "Alright... Once the wound's healed, I could always try moving out into the forest and living there... Maybe if I go far enough out I could finally settle down... But..." she stared down at her water, knowing in her heart that "settling down" wasn't an option: she was a warrior, and when a fellow tribe-member was in trouble, she would fight to the death. She sighed, collected herself, then looked Zaya in the eyes, "Zaya. I want to find Carl and save him. I have to. I understand if you don't want to get involved: these people are terrifying, and I don't even know alot about them, but..." she held a fist to her chest, closing her eyes, silently praying to Coyote for strength, "Carl has been my father for as long as I can remember. Not like an owner of a pet, but my actual, beloved father. He's given everything for me, and I could never be able to live with myself if I didn't give everything for him." she gritted her sharp teeth as she felt passion flow through her blood, warming her body once again, "I don't care how many of these people I have to kill: I'll die before I abandon him."