Hmm, based on how much I've seen, the character will be... You'll just have to wait and see. 
Dear SJ,
When I woke up, I was in a laboratory, strapped to a stainless steel table. Everything was shining dully as I gazed around.
Wrapping all along the back wall was a counter with various cabinet doors. All kinds of medical-looking things were placed neatly upon the counter, as well as on a little table besides the large one I was on.
Needles, vials of unknown fluids... It made me sick. It was like a doctor's visit, and you know how I hate going to the doctor. *Shudder*
A few moments later a new dog entered the room.
He looked like this:

Don't ask how I managed to get a picture of him...
Anyway, he walked over to my table and peered at me closely, like I was an animal at the zoo.
"Lux," he said, his voice smooth.
"Oh.. uh... hi?" I stuttered.
He chuckled. I nearly peed myself. No seriously! His voice was that relaxing...
I blushed under my fur.
"The name's Shay," the dog said, his dark red eyes glimmering in the half-light.
You know, he almost looked like.... Nah. Nevermind.
"And?" I said with the hint of a growl.
Shay picked up one of the long needles from the tray beside the table.
"And you won't feel a thing."
My wings hurt; being strapped to the table tightly like this. While I was busy focusing on the pain in my wings, Shay grabbed my arm and before I could blink, had pushed the needle into my vein.
"AYE!" I cried, kicking my legs.
Shay withdrew the needle, glaring at me. Those eyes... Those eyes could penetrate your very being...
"Calm down," he said, his voice starting to take on a snarl. "I'm only taking a bit of blood. You ever had this done before?"
I stopped flailing to think about this.
"Maybe once," I replied, still looking at the needle.
Shay shook his head as if he were clearing his thoughts.
"Just stay still," he barked, retrying the needle in my arm thing.
I couldn't watch the rest, so I averted my eyes to the ceiling.
He took at least three tubes of my blood before pulling the needle out and disposing of it in a biohazard trash can.
Shay collected the test tubes, capped them, and stuck them in his long labcoat pocket. Turning to me, he said, "I'm just going to run some tests, okay? Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone."
I was sure I saw a look of regret on his face as he shut the steel door behind him.
~Lux