(Im going to make another character, Sonic can run into them if you want.)
.:Whisper:.
There comes a time in life when you have to let go of all the pointless drama and the people who create it, and surround yourself with people who make you laugh so hard that you forget the bad and focus solely on the good. After all, life is too short to be anything but happy. -Kiara Sellars
This is Me
Name: "My name is Whisper, the police man that saved me said he would call me that because I was just crying for help, but on the inside. It was safer to cry on the inside, their was less beatings that way."
Nicknames: "I have slight memory that my mother called me Jewel, so either Whisper or Jewel. Whatever floats your boat. I guess I would keep the name mother gave me but I only knew her for a small amount of time, once my eyes were open my mother was taken away to breed again. That might be why I chose the name Whisper, I have horrible memories from the puppy mill and other places, that police man is the only good memory I have."
Gender: "I am a Female."
Age: "3 years old, still have that puppy side in me."
Breed: "Border Collie, who knows maybe a bit of Australian shepherd some say."
Behind this Dirty Coat
Personality: Whisper is very playful and loving. She doesn't trust well, other dogs but mostly people. She is kind and sweet once you get to know her but before that she can pretty fierce and careful about the whole thing. She is very stubborn to and likes to do things her way.
History: Whisper was a escape from a puppy mill, she was cramped into a small cage with her sisters. She too would have become a mom at a way to young age if the puppy mill wasn't found. The police took everyone away and brought them to the vet to all be fixed up and all the dogs were sent to places to be adopted. Her and her sisters weren't getting adopted because they didn't trust people and would nip at a hand that came after her. Soon her sisters were being taken away one by one, cries for help stung at Whisper's ears. She whimpered, then a new smell drifted her nose, a tall bearded man that smelled like blood and suffering came to her cage. He pet her threw the bars, Whisper would have not let him but she was to frozen with fear. Before she knew it the lady that took her sisters came out and watched opening the cage handing her to the scary man. He held her softly petting her and for a while she actually felt okay, until he took her home. Whisper saw others dogs trapped in small cages that howled for help, but it only got them a beating, a whip to their throat. It was a horrible sight and her eyes were filled with fear as she was shoved into a small cage, she was only around 9 months old and whimpered but quietly. The feeling of the whip and smacks to her weak body still haunt her everyday. The man was captured by the police and she was taken to another vet to be fixed up. Whisper still thinks that every person is so horrible, except the police man that brought her out of the mans horrible room filled with cages and suffering. She licked his face happily and he comforted her as she trembled with fear at the live and dead dogs being carried away. She thought she found her person but she couldn't stay, she was brought to the pound where the vet had everyone go. She was determined to find that police man, her true person so she ran away while being put in the cage. Her thoughts are filled with the horrible things, and him. She has been continuing her quest for him, but as you see it is not successful. She still keeps the name that he called her for that short period of time, Whisper.
Social Life and Love Life
Pack or Loner: "Loner, never really had packs on my mind."
If Pack, Who's Pack: "No pack."
Crush: "I have no crush, I never see other dogs around."
Mate: "No mate."
Pups: "Almost, that was a close one, but no."
Kin: "I probably have lots of dogs related to me from the puppy mill, my sisters that I do know for sure were Sasha and Lady if I remember that correctly. That is what mother called them, just like she called me Jewel."
Other: Nope