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Name: Trigger Jackson
Character Type: Main
Species: Greenland Husky
Neighborhood: Edge City
Age: 22 Pet years (6.2 Human Years)
Appearance: About 4ft 8. Bright Green eyes. Muddy brown fur. His muzzle, front of neck and stomach fur is white and his head fur is slightly spiked He has a rugged worn down brown collar and a tag in the shape of a bullseye (the red circle in the white circle in the red circle in the...). He is usually seen wearing large orange headphones around his neck or over his ears.
Personality: Calm, cool, and collected (most of the time). Trigger lives life at his own pace. Adjusting his tempo from time to time to fit his environment. He has a tendency to stick his nose where it shouldn't belong. He finds himself in trouble alot of the time. In tight situations he relies on his improvisation, agility, and silver tongued speech. Around others he acts optimistic and upbeat. Trigger doesn't like showing any weaknesses. He doesn't skip a beat when it comes to helping a friend, but has trouble accepting help from others. His free time is usually spent exploring, and listening to music (ranging from oldies to heavy metal and everything in between). He is sometimes found reading.
Other Notes: Quick Background - Trigger used to live in another town. Him and his dad moved to this city because it was pet friendly. He doesn't spend that much time at home and his dad is usually busy at work.
S- 4 "I could help you move that. I think..."
P- 8 "You need to work on your hiding skills"
E- 5 "Im.. *huff* not... *huff* tired..."
C- 9 "But see, if you look at it from my perspective. We all win."
I- 6 "E = mc what?"
A- 7 "Defying gravity. Kinda..."
L- 4 "I've had better days..."
Name: Flint Gates
Character Type: Main
Species: Male Canaan Dog
Age: 19 dog years (5.4 Human Years)
Neighborhood: Blue Peak Shore
Appearance: Lean and quick he looks like any other Canaan dog. His fur is one flat color of grayish white, with the exception of his left paw, which is black. He has headfur that is that slightly disheveled and spiky. He wears a Yankee's cap. Flint has ice blue eyes, the vision in his right is badly blurred caused by an incident in the past. He wears a rugged, worn down brown collar and a tag in the shape of a swallow that hangs down from a silver chain.
Personality: Do what you want. Where you want. When you want. Those are the words Flint lives by. He has a pretty carefree nature and no respect for authority, always looking for mischief and adventure. He has a propensity to get himself into trouble. He's friendly to most of the people/pets he meets, tries to avoid making enemies as much as possible. Flint doesn't like to talk about himself too much. He won't even give you his name unless he can trust you. He doesn't consider many people/pets to be his friends and is loyal is protective to those who are. He is quick to help others in need, but refuses help in return out of pride. In sticky situations he uses words instead of force. Flint can sometimes be sarcastic and likes to quote lines from movies and books. He has the ability to sing adequately well and can play the trumpet (if one is available). He is also a big Frank Sinatra fan.
History: Flint was born in America but never stayed in the same place for very long. Always moving. His owner died when he was young and he was past from relative to relative until he landed in an animal pound in Colorado. He spent a few months there before he was "saved" by animal activist who dropped him off on the curb a few blocks away. Since then he's been living the life of a stray, living day by day, sometimes resorting to stealing. But he continued to travel across the continent, always seeking excitement and adventure in his life. One day he found himself in Newyork running from the cops after he pilfered some food from a grocer. All he remembered was turning a few corner and ending up at a dock. The next thing he knew he was on a boat headed towards some place called Meriweather Island with his stolen merchandise still in hand.
S - 4 "I don't think i can help you lift that. But I'm pretty sure i could get someone else to."
P - 7 "One less eye, for two better ears."
E - 4 "I think...*huff*... Im gonna take a breather... for a few hours..."
C - 9 "Who am I? Depends on who's asking. But enough about me."
I - 7 " 'No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.' But seriously... i don't"
A - 8 "Yes, i know there's a giant gate blocking the way. But what the problem?"
L - 3 "I don't find pit holes... pit holes find me..."
Name: Zanna "Zane" Volt
Character Type: Main
Species: Female Siberian Husky
Age: 6 Years (21 Dog years)
Neighborhood: Richmond Acres
Appearance: Zanna looks like your typical Husky, lean, quick aglie. She has lightish gray fur, her stomach and muzzle is white, ice blue eyes. She wears a green beanie cap that has a visor and steampunk themed aviator goggles hang from her neck. She wears a dark blue collar with a tag in the shape of a lightning bolt.
Personality: Brash, bold, and reckless. Zanna's a spontaneous, spur of the moment kind of dog. She continuously looks for excitement and adventure and her "look before you leap" attitude usually lands her in hot water. Zanna does what she wants, regardless of what others think. She is sometimes stubborn and sticks with her opinion (even if its the wrong one). Regardless of this she is the sociable type, friendly around others and likes to hang out with a lively bunch. Though not very knowledgeable in mathematics or history, she has a knack for inventing random stuff (her inventions usually composed of cardboard and duct-tape).
History: Zanna used to live in a large bustling city. Her dad is a mechanic and her mom is an artist. After getting tired of the fast paced life of the metropolis they decided to move somewhere less crowded and pet friendly.
S-6 "I get by"
P-4 "A tornado hit where now?"
E-7 "Lets race again! And again, and again, and again ,and..."
C-8 "You were gonna do it anyways. I just, helped you along."
I-5 "Hey! I read! Sometimes....."
A-5 "Sharp turns kinda suck..."
L-7 "I'd say its gonna be.. tails! Yes! I win again!"
Name: North Dakota
Character Type: Main
Species: German Shepherd
Age: 18 Pet Years
Appearance: His fur is overall tan, with the exception of his muzzle and his ears which are a slightly darker brown. His eyes are bright blue and he's in fit condition. He wears a black collar with a compass attached to it (as a tag)
Personality: You wouldn't call North to be the nicest animal you meet (at first). The dog isn't mean but he lacks tact and deep emotion to be considered 'nice' His frosty personality originating from what he calls "life lessons from the past". He can successfully carry out a conversation one on one but if he's put on a stand he has a tendency to panic. North has a propensity to be nosey. His strengths lie in his ability to complete tasks and work. North's mind is wired to shoot for success and accept nothing else, holding himself to a high standard. He has a great sense of what he believes is "the morally right thing to do" and doesn't have a problem with calling someone out. His dream is to someday to become a police dog (but for some reason he sees it as unrealistic). His main drawbacks are his gullibility, and his indecisiveness on personal choices.
Background: North could be considered your usual Christmas present Catastrophe case. One day a young girl told her parents she wanted a dog. So for Christmas, that's exactly what her parents got her. And that dog happened to be North. It was probably one of the happiest days of his life (all of his days previous to this was at a local pound). Their logic was that if they bought an older dog, they'd need to take care of it less (as opposed to a puppy). And it worked out well. For a couple months. After which it became apparent to the parents that their daughters interests started veering away from their new dog, and the cost and time of owning a dog was "too much" for them. So they made the ultimatum to "return" him to his old home. When he overheard this he made the spontaneous decision to leave... and never come back. Abandoning his name and making his own (he's a fan of the Badlands).
S - 9 "I blame genetics..."
P - 5 - "I wasn't startled it was just a... defensive reaction...yup."
E - 7 - "Not tired yet."
C - 5 - "As long as I don't have to speak in front of a podium..."
I - 5 - "I blame lack of books."
A - 7 - "Sharp turns? No problem...mostly"
L - 4 - "I've have better days... but not by much."
Name: Frosty Winters
Character Type: Main
Species: Seppala Siberian Sleddog
Age: 18 (Pet Years)
Neighborhood: Radiant Gardens
Appearance: Frost's fur is a pure white shade. His eyes are an ice blue. He wears a red collar with the tag in the shape of a silver snowflake hanging from it. On occasion he may be seen wearing a gray snowboarding jacket.
Personality: 'Just roll with it' is usually Frost's motto. On the surface, Frost is a very simple dog. All he needs to get through life are friends, fun, and a daily dose of carbonated drinks/and or candy (his owners disagree with both of the latter). He's a friendly, kind dog that likes to help others out. He's always on the lookout for adventure and danger (wherever they may lurk). Frost doesn't mind talking in front of people (as long as its not too big of a bunch). The only thing he refuses to talk about is his past. He is a very gullible dog and would probably believe anything you said. He has an irrational fear of snow and heights. He carries some expertise in tracking and first aid.
Background: Born and raised in snowy region of Canada, Frost worked alongside his owner at a ski resort as a search and rescue dog. Being in the search and rescue team was always an exciting job and there was usually never a dull day (excluding the days that were...dull). He was a normal dog for the most of his life. Playing in the snow, doing his job. There was many aday he tried to master the art of snowboarding, but he's never gotten the knack of it. But then the day came... There was an unexpected blizzard sweeping through the region and both him and his owner were at home. Until his owner got called onto duty. Some stranded skiers caught in the storm. His owner said he'd be right back... And he never was. Him and the ones he was trying to find were never found. After refusing the work Frost asked to be put into a local shelter where he hoped he'd be chosen by someone and be able to leave this arctic enclosure he once called home behind. His wish was granted one day by a young couple. And somehow they found their way to Radiant Gardens, leaving Frost's old life drifting away in the rear view mirror. He was planning on see if he could join the volunteer police dogs.
S - 9 "I guess I can thank genetics for that."
P - 7 "I can seee yooou. Well, no I can't... But I know your there."
E - 6 "I can keep up. For awhile(ish)"
C - 5 "So... You'll give me the candy...once we get to your house."
I - 4 "I've found books make good paperweights."
A - 7 "Man...Those turns. Amiright?
L - 4 "Tripped again..."
Name: Alchemy "Chem" Solus
Species: Mexican Gray Wolf
Age: 18 Dog Years
Neighborhood: Exotic Acres
Appearance: Just your regular gray wolf, mixed gray/brown/white fur. White muzzle and stomach He has a runner's build, not too strong. His eyes are bright yellow. Tip of his left ear is torn. Somewhat spiky, disheveled headfur. Wears a brown leather, worn down collar with a tag in the shape of a cardinal. Rectangular glasses rest on his nose, a pencil behind his ear, and a notebook in his hand.
This is the general look, kinda... http://www.hispanicallyspeakingnews.com ... _wolf.jpeg
Personality: Calm and collected (at least he tries to be) Chem is an optimist. He's quiet and doesn't like to be in the spotlight, prefers offering advice in the background. Despite his calm demeanor he is fine talking to others (as long its not too large of a group) and has a sense of humor. Chem is an adventurous type with an unquenchable curiosity (if he was a cat he'd probably be dead). To the general public he is a man of science (mostly medicine), sometimes going on long tangents to explain something simple (he sees this as a bad habit but does it nonetheless). Chem has knowledge of most things but for some reason hasn't grasp the concept of technology. He is sometimes found mumbling to himself. To his close friends he's an artist and musician. In his free time he usually finds a quiet to place to draw or play his guitar. The thing that stands out about him is his speech defect. No one knows really how it came to be but he has a strange habit of talking in shorts phrases and incomplete sentences (refer to "Mordin" from Mass Effect)
House Description: Chem and his owner decided to settle into a modest two story house in the desert sector of the neighborhood. With an ownership on 1.5 acres of land Chem's owner figures it should be enough room for the wolf to meet his accommodations.
Background: Chem was born in Arizona, lived the first half of his youth with his biological mom and dad. But one day his parents disappeared and never came back. He was found by a man a few days later, clinging to life, laying on the side of the freeway. The man (his name was Jack) was a young retired businessman, now traveling the country at his leisure as a musiciam, preforming for small crowds and instantly decided to raise the young wolf as his own. He was delighted to find the wolf had a knack for music, increasing the bond between them. After a year or two of traveling, Jack decided it was time to settle, seeing that Chem wasn't your average pet he turned to Exotic Acres.
S - 4: "Can't carry. Suggests forklift?"
P - 7: "Omniscient. No, kidding."
E - 8: "Like energizer bunny..."
C - 6: "Greetings, Chem Solus."
I - 9: "Diagnosing...Paper cut?"
A - 5: "Sharp turns..."
L -3: "Ack! Pithole..."
Sesame Shiba Inu
6.5 Dog Years (23 Human Years)
At a glance Ace looks much like your typical Shiba Inu. He has a runner’s build and is a little taller than most others in his breed, standing at about 4,3’’. His fur is an assortment of colors with a caramel brown stretching from the top half of his face, across his back and down his hind legs. His underside and muzzle is a snowy white. The top of his curly tail is black while the underside of it is white. His eyes are both brown and on his neck lies a gash consisting of three streaks that run across the left side of it.
Ace wears a tan leather collar and hanging off it from a black chain is a small trinket in the shape of a silver fighter jet. Also around his neck (hanging from that one chain thing made of metal beads) is a pair of dog tags. One has his name printed on it in big friendly letters, the other has the names of his owners and their phone number.
In his collar pocket he always has a notepad and pencil.
The first thing you must know about Ace is that he is a mute. Though he wasn’t born mute, he is now, and he has accepted this fact. Despite his condition, Ace is a pretty optimistic dog, and he will do what he can to brighten someone's mood. He’s personality is somewhat spontaneous and bold, and he enjoys the occasional adventure and excitement. Keeping that in mind though it doesn’t help that he tends to be spacey, fidgety and impatient.
His muteness has not kept him from interacting and joining groups and he is quite charismatic for a dog without a voice. To compensate for his lack of sound he is quite adept at playing the trumpet, and is pretty athletic overall.
Strength - 7 “...” *gives a fist pump, then chuckles silently
Perception - 5 “...” *flinches
Endurance - 8 “...” *runs in place
Charisma - 8 “...” *waves hello and sticks out an open paw
Intelligence - 5 “...” *shakes his head and sighs
Agility - 7 “...” *shrugs
Luck - 4 “...” * flips a coin. Drops it. Can’t find it...