NAME! church, deriving from the german term of "kirche" meaning "lords house". pronounced as " chu-uhr-ch".
NICKNAME! no nicknames.
NATIONALITY! danish.
AGE! five years.
GENDER! cis-male, he/him pronouns.
ORIENTATION! heterosexual.
RANK! pack theta.
DESIRED POSITION! achieved.
PRE-BLAST ROLE! arctic medicinal research station guard.
BREED! tamaskan dog x retriever mix.
WEIGHT! thirty-seven kilograms.
HEIGHT! sixty-six centimetres at the shoulder.
DISTINGUISHABLE FEATURES! work in progress..
SCENT! churchs' scent predominantly consists of pine needles, with hints of frozen petrichor.
PERSONALITY! one point church seems to enjoy making upon first impressions is that he’ll shatter your concept of the stereotypical “faithful” healer. in fact, he’d undoubtedly be the one to break every bone in your body all the while naming them. he acknowledges he is far from role-model material and with growing up amongst human minds of science, it’s enabled the tamaskan to position himself upon pillars of a cut-throat, no nonsense angle; following a strict “do as i say, not as i do” mentality when it comes to his responsibilities. his methods are certainly tipped more on the unorthodox side of the scale, but in the remnants of the fallout who's to really say where the line is to be crossed.
church isn’t necessarily impatient, however it seems that not being able to press his buttons is no easy feat.. although these outbursts are far and few between- one could being to imagine the slithers of cantankerous aggression the male might harbour if they tread upon too many nerves. especially when church acts upon unpredictability. intelligence is something the male prides himself on, carrying the ability to not only critically think on his feet, but to also observantly process his thoughts. navigating between the constant wave of responsibilities he finds himself silently concerned with and getting some sort of oddly satisfying kick out of seeing those around him squirm in his silence. one may envision the hypothetical cogs ticking behind his eyes, providing initiative outside of the fabled so-called box..truly a mind for the likes of weaponising in favour against thy enemies.
as lasting impressions go, church holds himself upon n incredibly earnest pedestal, comprehending the world and what it has become of recently, wearing nothing more than fictionalised barbed wire crowns becoming somewhat of "a fallout tyrant" in the making. amidst the tamaskans ruffled danish accent holds cryptic ambience commonly seen sleuthing near shadowed alleyways or at far distances along the barren road. he may seem to like the idea indulging in solitude due to his quiet nature, however he doesn't appear to cope well when left alone for tremendous amounts of time. as a matter of fact, church is the type to enjoy company, even if there is no conversation present - simply the presence of others is what he claims to be his safe space, keeping his mind from flying off the rails more than he'd like to admit.. after the explosion, he realised that his deepest worry wasn't survival, it was being forever alone. beneath it all, a total love bug.
VOICE! rough danish, much like mads mikkeleson.
THEMES! sing to me - missio and dlz - tv on the radio.
HISTORY! being adopted by a lovely and much older research scientist in the østerbro district of copenhagen, denmark. church was always shown nothing but kindness from his owner, which believe it or not, allowed him to develop into a rather loving soul. with his owner working as a shadow behind some of the world's leading scientists within postglacial vegetation and ecosystems, he was always surrounded by plants and herbs alike. several years into their research, they made a sudden breakthrough which his owner was contacted about basing the remaining time of the research at the nearest arctic station: ny-ålesund, in norway. church’s owner had come to a dilemma, he was still a rather young dog however, the position at the research station was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and it couldn’t be passed up so easily.. his owner thought of every “road” they could go down to allow them to bring church along and fortunately, because of his breed and his young age, they agreed to give him the necessary training to become a guard dog of sorts for the arctic research station.
several years flew by and church provided the team at the station with more than enough protection to serve two lifetimes. with the research coming to an end and earning the offer to be published upon public record, churchs’ owner was invited to tag along to the governing summit, which was being held in san francisco. they saw this as another opportunity to stay a little longer to make a holiday out of it. who knows would be the next time they’d be able to visit the united states. and so, two weeks before the summit both church and his owner were on their way to find themselves touring the californian city life.
days before the summit was being held and the unthinkable happened.. during the blast, churchs’ owner wasn’t able to get out of the city quick enough with him. the sounds of what would be the last moments exchanged between the pair shrouded the once loving soul into a devastated mess. there was no way for church to help his owner recover from the extent of their injuries and within hours, silence clouded them. within the first week or so, the tamaskan grew to blend in with the environment; becoming rough around the edges. it wasn’t until a few weeks later that he heard whispers about a pack amidst the fallout. a slither of hope for church to find the last of humanity amongst his fellow canines.. as elusive as the fog, it took church a short while for him to bump into another who was a part of said pack. from there he joined their ranks and found himself taking on one of the theta positions.
FAMILY!> tushar | father, deceased.
> freyja | mother, deceased.
> krueger | older sibling, unknown status..
> everest | younger sibling, deceased.
CREDITS! oc images and
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