[Jinx.]

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"Believed to have been injured in the original wreck, this older female
is missing half her ear and has one broken sensor. Despite her battered
appearance, those who have seen her on a more... personal basis say that she's
fairly friendly and docile due to a heavy limp that makes scavenging for food her
only means of survival. She's been living in the alleys of a nearby city, often
spotted rummaging through trash bins and occasionally making off with scraps
from the tables of outdoor restaurants. Unfortunately, word of her existence has
traveled to a group of particularly dangerous bounty hunters who are likely making
their way toward her city now. Her only hope for survival rests in the hands of those
who might befriend her and get her off the streets and into a safehaven before the
bounty hunters arrive and capture her for themselves."

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outer appearance • Jude is rather small and scrawny, with her ribs and hipbones clearly
prominent under her fur when she walks. Her coat is rather dull in colour, so she's often
hard to spot amongst the greys of the city alleys. Her eyes, however, are brightly
coloured and stand out against her fur. Jude looks as though she's been through a
battleground; her left ear is torn almost halfway off, one of her sensors is broken
and blacked out on the same side. She walks slowly due to a heavy limp in her back
right leg. The aforementioned leg scrapes along the ground when she does walk,
and Jude usually sticks it out when she sits or lays down due to it being stiff at the joint.
hex codes • #2C2A2B | #4E4B42 | #6F6B68 | #8E877D | #2C91B9 | #060E11

personality • Living on the streets for most of her life taught Jude that sometimes it's
necessary to steal, sneak and fight her way through life. She's become very independent
during her life, since she's had nobody to have to rely on. This is one of the main
reasons she hasn't bonded to a human yet - she just prefers to only have to rely on
herself. She can be self-sufficient when she has to, and much prefers to go solo.
Of course, this means Jude has to be very cautious when she's out and about. She
is always keeping an eye on everything she does, double and triple checking to
make sure there's no danger around. Maybe she's a bit paranoid, but it's better
safe than captured by bounty hunters, right? She takes her time to warm up to
anyone, but she's fairly friendly once she has - as long as you don't try to
interfere with her. Sometimes she can be a little manipulative in order to get
what she wants. Sometimes you have to suck up to get what you need,
right? Jude doesn't have the best judge of morally right actions, but she
figures her survival is more important than her morals.

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full name • Jude
nicknames • just Jude
biological gender • female
pronouns • feminine; she/her
age • she's been around for about 5 years
height • about 2'1" / 63cm
weight • very thin, about 48lbs / 21kg
build • scrawny and thin
positive traits • cautious, intelligent
negative traits • manipulative, solitary
neutral traits • independent, careful

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Owen Dunne spent six months of his life living under a bridge on the outskirts of the city. He came across many odd things and had multiple strange experiences during this period, but by far the strangest was the introduction of a scraggly young Zver into his life. He met Jude one particularly cold winters night, as he often recalls fondly.

Owen was abruptly torn from his sleep by the sound of a nearby disturbance. He lay there in silence, listening hard for the sound of footsteps or people approaching. When he heard nothing, he relaxed a little and sat up. He was a light sleeper nowadays, so he'd often be woken by something as simple as a bird taking flight from the water beside him. He was currently living under a low bridge, so it wasn't uncommon for people to cross over without even realising Owen was there. That, plus the quietly trickling water that also flowed under the bridge was enough to drown out the sound of Owen's movements to any passers-by.

Owen breathed a heavy sigh as he looked out at the sky. His breath fogged up in the cold air and he tucked his jacket a little tighter around him. Still dark. He wished for a moment that he had some way of telling the time.
Chff. Chff.
Owen bolted upright again. His suspicions had been correct; he definitely wasn't alone here. He grabbed his makeshift weapon - a big, broken torch taped to a plank of wood - and called, "Um...hello? You here to steal from a homeless guy?"

No response. Owen rolled his eyes. Of course there was no response. However, another shuffling sound came from his right and he whirled around, squinting into the darkness. He gave a loud yelp and dropped his weapon when he saw two bright blue eyes staring back at him. Startled, Owen yelled "Stay back!" and dived towards his weapon, which had rolled down the bank and into the muddy river beds. He scrambled for the weapon and snatched it up before it rolled into the actual water. He pressed the switch and the torch gave him a weak beam of flickery light - something he only used in emergencies. The beam fell upon a strange looking creature. She merged into the dull colours of the concrete, with only her blue eyes giving away her position. Owen recognised the creature immediately - this was a Zver. A supposedly dangerous Zver. The Zver was sniffing around in his few things, probably looking for food.

"Sorry to disappoint buddy, but if there were something there then I'd have eaten it by now," Owen said loudly, startling the Zver. She looked up in alarm and stood prepared to run. Owen moved closer cautiously, and the Zver backed up. He noticed that the creature had a stiff leg that was dragging along the ground as she walked.
That explains the scraping sound, then, Owen thought to himself. The Zver looked more scared than threatening up close. She was wounded and battle scarred, and had clearly been through a lot. And she must have been hungry to come here.

"Hey, listen, you...weird dog. I don't have any food. Shoo," Owen said, waving his arms in the Zver's direction. He gave a heavy sigh when she didn't move. Owen rubbed his eyes wearily, looking once again into the darkness of the early morning. He stopped down and weakly threw a rock at the Zver. She didn't even budge.
"Are you brave or just stubborn? Come on, dog, I just want to go to sleep," he whined, slowly making his way to his bed. He had a warm pile of scraggly blankets there and he sure as hell wasn't letting this Zver get them. When he reached the bed, the Zver didn't seem to be showing any signs of aggression, so he flopped down and eyed her carefully.

"You guys have human buddies, don't you? Where's yours?" he asked the Zver. "Are you friendly?"
He temderly stretched one hand out to see if the Zver would bite his fingers off. He gently placed it on her nose and smiled. "Very friendly. Must have a nice home. Now go back to it."
Owen pulled the blankets over him, satisfied he wasn't going to be eaten in his sleep, and attempted to get at least a few more hours of sleep. That was, of course, until the whining started.

Owen rolled over and watched the Zver with mild amusement as she began to whine loudly, staring at his blanket pile all the while.
"Cold, huh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. The Zver stopped whining and looked up at him.
"Yeah. You and me both, buddy. I ain't sharing, you probably have fleas," he laughed, slumping back against the wall. "And don't give me that face. I love dogs, you're making me feel guilty."
The Zver started whining again and Owen sighed, blocking his ears with the blanket and squeezing his eyes shut. He felt the makeshift bed move, and a heavy mass dropped down beside him. Owen flicked his eyes open in mild annoyance, but softened when he saw the skinny little thing curled up on the blankets by his feet.

She wasnt hurting him, Owen supposed. Plus is was nice to have the warmth by his feet...
"Just this once," Owen said. The Zver pricked her ears up and huffed in response. Owen grinned and closed his eyes, sharing the Zver's warmth while it was there.