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.....And All These Little Things.....
Name:
Cherokee
Gender:
Female
Age:
2 Years
Desired Rank?:
Scavanger?
Breed:
Long Haired German Shepherd mix
Appearance:
Cherokee has a long fluffy pelt that keeps her warm and gives a small level of protection against snagging branches or other things of that liking. The coloring of her pelt is as white as newly fallen snow, much like that of the sheep they herd in the pack. Her eyes are the only color this female possesses, one being blue while the other is a hard amber color. Her legs are long and her build is lean for her breed, most likely from whatever breed her father was. All together she is a fast runner and a strong fighter, agility and aggression hidden in her muscles.
Personality:
Cherokee will be a kind soul, caring but secretly. She will want to help others but doesn't because she doesn't want to be looked down on or seem as some kind of Omega. She will be shy among new dogs, speechless till someone speaks to her. After getting to know her you'll find she is witty and somewhat sarcastic, a good laugh is always promised when you're with her. She will bring humor into a bad situation so as to make someone feel better or to earn some sort of respect from her opponent/enemy. Even though she is caring she has that spark of a temper, brought out a bit more easily then it should be. She is stubborn and hard-head as well, a strange mix of traits.
Any Special Skills?:
She is quite agile yet has a firm foundation when in a fight. She has a nose like a bloodhound and ears that can pick up the scurrying of a mouse in a field.
History?:
Cherokee was a born to a showdog, a beautiful german shepherd who fell in love with the wrong brute. Her mother's humans were shocked when her mother's litter consisted of three limp black shapes and one frost white wriggling bundle. Though her mother loved her dearly, the humans were not so kind, they weaned Cherokee early and sold her for a small price. Though she remembered her mother, the only thing she could hear her mother say was her name. Cherokee.
Eventually the 'new' owners moved and left the poor pup chained up in the garage, taking a week to slim down to a size where she could slip the chains from her bloodied neck. Now on her own the young pup had to learn to live in the streets and face whatever danger lurked there, as well as having to learn to find food and shelter.
Then she found the Farm, a safe place, somewhere she would be needed. So she decided to stay and help where she could though still to this day the only dog she trusts fully is Grizzly.
Code:
ACD's Rule!