Name: Calais
Age: Five Years
Breed: Rottweiler mix
Rank: Subordinate {Strays}
Eyes: Dark brown
Fur: Long and silky,
often tangled with debris due to its
softness, always shiny; black and tan
Tail: Docked
Description: Calais has a
rather graceful gait, despite her size.
She has no tail, which looks a bit odd
with her feathered haunches.
Main Trait: Adaptable
Positives: Lively, uplifting,
enthusiastic, personable, capable,
optimistic, non-judgmental, independent
Negatives: Suspicious, nervous,
over-indulgent, spontaneous, distracted,
dramatic, impatient
▂▂▂▂▂ ▂▂▂ ▂▂▂▂ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂Age: Five Years
Breed: Rottweiler mix
Rank: Subordinate {Strays}
Eyes: Dark brown
Fur: Long and silky,
often tangled with debris due to its
softness, always shiny; black and tan
Tail: Docked
Description: Calais has a
rather graceful gait, despite her size.
She has no tail, which looks a bit odd
with her feathered haunches.
Main Trait: Adaptable
Positives: Lively, uplifting,
enthusiastic, personable, capable,
optimistic, non-judgmental, independent
Negatives: Suspicious, nervous,
over-indulgent, spontaneous, distracted,
dramatic, impatient
𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳
If Calais had ever been given the privilege of a human home, she would have been a handful. While not wholly unintelligent, her inability to sit still and pay attention has never won anyone over. In fact, it's often the thing she gets in trouble for the most. Her nose is always leading her into something else, the quick mind unable to tell it no.
When trouble does catch up to her and she finds herself face to face with her superiors, she often escapes without too much said, as her charismatic and uplifting words bubble out of her like toads, swimming through the ears of those opposite her. Only the level-headed are immune from these graces, able to pick passed and make their way to the center of the matter, facing down Calais with what she calls negativity. This is the worst that can happen in her eyes, and she will inevitable turn into a sniveling coward.
𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺
If Calais had ever been given the privilege of a human home, she would have been a handful. While not wholly unintelligent, her inability to sit still and pay attention has never won anyone over. In fact, it's often the thing she gets in trouble for the most. Her nose is always leading her into something else, the quick mind unable to tell it no.
When trouble does catch up to her and she finds herself face to face with her superiors, she often escapes without too much said, as her charismatic and uplifting words bubble out of her like toads, swimming through the ears of those opposite her. Only the level-headed are immune from these graces, able to pick passed and make their way to the center of the matter, facing down Calais with what she calls negativity. This is the worst that can happen in her eyes, and she will inevitable turn into a sniveling coward.
𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺
