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Name: Xander
Age: 5
Breed: GSD x Malinois
Gender: Male
Crush: Open
Mate: Open
Offspring: Wants
Positive Traits
Streetsmart
Knowledgeable
Strong
Negative Traits
Withdrawn
Loner
Overly Serious
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โ โโโโโโโโโ Appearance/Extras Xander is a light fawn colour, with the usual black points on his muzzle, ears, around his eyes and at the tip of his tail. He has a short but surprisingly soft coat, that's very smooth and clean, with sharp lines in his conformation. He has a long scar down his side, old, and barely obvious, but very long.
Personality While quite a bit quieter than some of the other dogs wandering the streets, Xander is a calm and collected dog, who always seems to be in control of himself, his actions and his moods. He is naturally very caring and considerate, and he often goes out of his way to help other dogs, whether old, young, friends, or dogs he had never met. He seems to come alive when he is on a mission to help someone, and is quick and efficient, wasting as little time as possible to do what needs to be done.
When he is not helping others though, the big dog is often alone, wandering in the city or just simply sitting and thinking, and isn't much of a conversationalist- unless a dog decides to get to know him for who he is. He is more than open to making friends, but doesn't go out of his way to find any. It's a bit lonely, but it works for him. Maybe if he found a special lady...
Fears Xander fears that the humans will come back again, to lock him up, use him, or put him down for being a 'mongrel'.
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History Xander was an unwanted product of the owner of a female purebred German Shepherd, who had gotten out with his neighbors Belgian Malinois. Figuring that the mother was wrecked, and couldn't be bred from again, the owner threw the dog and her two pups out, and the younger of the two died not long after. Xander loved his mother, and doted on her a lot as he learnt to grow up on the streets. She was quite weak after being turned out, and while he did his best, she only managed to live for a year and a half after they became strays. Xander was shattered, and he had lost the only dog who he cared for. It was from this that he decided to become a solitary dog from them on, and though it got him into many a fight over food or territory, the brute learnt to look after and defend himself, and was never caught by animal control. He is now in his element, and he isn't displeased.
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