by buckskin. » Mon Jun 19, 2017 7:48 pm


Name:: Jessie
Age:: 11 years
Gender:: fixed female
Breed:: Irish Wolfhound
Personality::
Grumpy, sore and withered with age, over the years Jessie has grown to despise the gentle touch of a human hand that she once dreamt of having. Grown bitter with her previous years of abuse, Jess no longer wishes to be around mankind and has been known to snap when people try to so much at touch her. In her prime this dog was a born hunter and still carries that instinct with her to this day but lacks the athleticism that she once possessed so can be found lazing around by herself, away from everyone. Over the years she had lost patience and has no tolerance for energetic dogs as their joy seems to get on her nerves. If she were able to speak the human language, she would say that blessed is the person who has earned the love of an old dog.
Positive Traits::
Quiet, wise, intelligent, loyal (once you have earned it)
Negative Traits::
Bitter, snappy, bad tempered, ruthless, obsessive
Fears::
Thunder storms, belts, any type of threatening behaviour
Background/History::
Jessie's first memories after her mother are of a small backyard chained to metal stake with the a single piece of sheet metal to protect her from the elements. That place smelt of death as there were several dead and dying dogs chained in the same small urban backyard. The Irish Wolfhound would only ever be taken off the chain when her cruel master would take them hunting which was great, resulted in beatings if a failed or poor hunt had been executed by the dogs. She had several opportunities to run away over the years but never had out of fear of what may come as a consequence, so she grew bitter and aggressive instead and rejected the little affection she had been given. By the time she was eight, Jessie overcome many life threatening injuries and was prized by her owner for her aggressive behaviour whilst hunting but had mothered several litters of pups, resulting in her already poor condition diminishing to an extremely emaciated state. Luckily for her, at the age of eleven she was rescued by an organisation determined on giving old dogs a second chance but Jessies hasn't lowered her walls enough to give that a chance.
Crush:: none
Mate:: none
Pups:: 3 litters (6-8 pups per litter)
Human Owner:: - Leave Blank Until Chosen -
Extra:: blind in left eye


Name:: Caleb Henley
Age:: 17 years
Gender:: male
Sexuality:: hetrosexual
Personality::
Caleb is a very humble and quiet person who never speaks of his accomplishments or his past for that matter, he is extremely secretive and hates when people worry about him. He is a true gentleman who always puts other before him, even if it means that he's the one getting hurt either emotionally or physically, it doesn't matter to him as long as the other person is happy or safe. Despite coming off as happy and bubble, Caleb is often worried about something that is out of his control and it takes some convincing to make him quit worrying about it. He is a pro at hiding his emotions and you never really know whats going on in that head of his.
Positive Traits::
Humble, caring, clear-headed, respectable, funny
Negative Traits::
Worry-wort, secretive, troubled, kind to a fault
Fears::
Heights, being falsely accused
Background/History::
He was half way though kindergarten when his parents died in a horrible accident, from the age of five he lived in his grandparents house asking every day why his parents weren't coming back. He never understood that death means that someone will never coming back and lived through his primary school years being bullied for the fact that his parent's weren't around. By ninth grade he had a personality made up of anti-depressants and anxiety pills, his life was a delicate balance on the thin line between life and death. He didn't belong to a group of friends and found himself spending his lunch times sketching by himself. In tenth grade he had been labelled as a very talented artist by several art teachers and soon discovered friendship in art majors from a near by university, despite the good times these friends gave him, Caleb found himself dependent on his anti-depressants and learnt to knit pain into a kind of camouflage. As friends came and went, Caleb had become used to being on his own until his favourite teacher decided to sign him up to this project.
Crush:: pm me
GF:: pm me
Dog Companion:: - Leave Blank Until Chosen -
Extra::
I hope you like them and I decided that i'd steer clear of 'A' names, haha.