• Basics •Full name: "My name is Snowball. I find Snowball a little too... Puppish, so most others call me Snow."
Nicknames: "I just told you, but I'll repeat it again. Most others call me Snow."
Gender: "I'm a fae... Or girl. Whatever you want to call it."
Age: "I'm one! That would make me fifteen in humans years. Yup, young and free."
Breed: "I'm a Siberian Husky. Serbian Huskies can pull heavy things, like sleds. WITH PEOPLE ON THEM! How cool is that?"
• In the mirror •Body: Her body is average sized, and she has a thick, fluffy tail. Her ears and perked, and they are the colour of seashells. Dusty pink. Same with her nose. Her paws are a little oversized, but they felt her stay on the snow without sinking in.
Size: She is twenty two inches tall, the size of an average female Serbian Husky.
Weight: Fifty pounds.
Fur: Greyish black and snow white.
Eyes: Icy blue.
Scars/special markings: She has a deep scar in her shoulder from a fight with a pitbull. She could not fight the pitbull, so she fled from the fight. She ran back to her owner, and her owner got his gun out from the shed and began shooting at the ferrell pitbull. The pitbull did not die from the shot to the shoulder, but it limped away whimpering. Snow hasn't seen it since.
Accessories: None.
• On the inside •General personality: Snow is sweet, and tends to get a little too affectionate. She'll cuddle up beside you within minutes of meeting. She does not just do this with males, but females too. She wants to be everybody's friend, and lend out a helping paw. She believes that you should treat others the way you wish to be treated. She does have a sour side though. She can hold grudges for some time.
Skills: Snow can pull heavy loads, and she is very nimble and agile.
Flaws: She is not a very good fighter, and she tends to trust others too quickly.
Likes: Snow, sunsets, races, making friends, swimming, beaches, animals.
Dislikes: Some cats, skunks, porcupines, fire, hot weather, spiders.
Fears: Porcupines, fire, cars, skunks, tornadoes/hurricanes.
One word to describe him/her overall: Spunky.
• History •Newborn: Snow was born on December twenty fifth, 2011. She was born inside an abandoned shed in the middle of a snow field. Her parents were both Serbian Huskies. They had a litter of six pups. The pup's names were Jax, Cinnamon, Kiki, Butter, Weed, and Snowball. The shed was warm, since it was insulated. It was nowhere near any humans.
Puphood: When Snow got older, she started exiting the shed more and more. This was something she was strictly NOT allowed to do when she was a newborn. Her and her siblings often play-fought. The six puppies got alone very well, with very few fights or spats. They often laughed and joked around, and they always stuck close to each other.
Juvenile: Snow and her siblings were taught to hunt by their parents, Flower and Ice. She was not very successful at hunting at the beginning, but she learned. Her first catch was a small Bluejay. Her parents were proud of her, but little did they know that the Bluejay was already horribly injured when Snow caught it.
All grown up: Snow moved out of the shed, alone with her siblings. Each of the six dogs knew perfectly well that eight Serbian Huskies could not all live in one shed. They called farewell to their parents, and set off. After a day, the pups knew that it would be better to split up and search. They knew that this was the time to say goodbye, and that they no longer needed care. They promised to visit each other yearly. The siblings split up. Snow found a town that was swarming with busy humans. It was the end of winter, though some snow was still piled up in banks at the side of roads. In the town, Snow found a man with dark curly hair. His name was Harry Manson. He took her in, being careful not to hurt her in any way. He fed her, loved her, and kept her warm and sheltered.
• Friends and family •Friends: Harry, her owner.
Foes: The pitbull that attacked her.
Crush: No crush.
Mate: No mate.
Pups: No pups.
Owner: Harry Manson.
• Pack life •Pack: Her own pack.
Current rank: Alpha female.
Wanted rank: Got it.
