Folsom [male]

[folsom]

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[rs=2]	Name: Folsom Nickname: Folie Age: 4 years Gender: male Sexuality: heterosexual Breed: border collie Pack: Miri Pack Bought Items: Likes: Following his instincts Warm dry places to sleeep "People food" Dislikes: Swimming Human children Rain Fears: Hunters Drowing Snakes Dreams: Running his own band of mongrels Overall Personality: Folsom lacks a lot of the personality traits of a border collie, including a high energy personality and the desire to live a working dog's life. Folie prefers a more laid-back lifestyle and living more independently, which is why he'd been on his own for so long. Folsom has a "cool" attitude, never getting too excited or heated. He prefers to solve his issues with another with words rather than by fighting it out, but is capable of holding his own in combat. He doesn't make a lot of friends, but likes to have a carefully chosen group of allies in case he gets into trouble. He reveals little about himself, but is constantly learning about others. More often seeming callous rather than considerate, you either love him or hate him. Either way, it never seems to bother him. Of course, he's difficult to get a read on sometimes. Folsom could spend hours watching humans or other dogs, often in plain sight, as though unconcerned with how others will react. History: Folsom was once someone's puppy, long ago. However, when the family moved they left the juvenile dog in the empty home without food or water. He had to break out through a window or die of dehydration. Since then he prefers to stay away from humans, particularly children, although it is rather more of a disinterest than an active dislike. He has lived on the fringes of human society since, digging through trash and finding abandoned cars or buildings in which to rest for the night. Role-playing Sample: Rain. It fell cold and constant, marring what little color remained to the day, transforming it to a slate gray. The trees hung heavy and the streets rippled and stank of the swelling of puddles and the overflowing of storm drains. He hated the rain. Damp and sullen, the border collie sat hunched under the concrete and steel supports of the overpass, watching the cars as they hissed past him on the flooded streets below. Night would fall soon, and headlights beamed to show the path. Dark shadows hid the dog, although the occasional flash of eyes shone when a car had their brights on. It was a dismal place to spend the night, wet and cold and echoing with the constant drone of cars, but the thought of going back out in the rain made him shudder. He hated that wet feeling, the clinging fur and muddy paws, and the cold. He could handle below-freezing temperatures as long as he remained dry, but the minute he was a little damp it all went to hell. He felt the growing heaviness of exhaustion deep in his bones, and the chill was making his joints stiffen. It would be a hard sleep, and a difficult morning, but once he was on the move again he would limber up. With a sigh he allowed his eyes to close, wincing occasionally as a heavier vehicle roared below.
Tracy. 4 years.