Name:
Kieran
Kee-air-an
Gender:
Male
Age:
4 years 2 months
Dog Breed:
Gerberian Shepsky
(German Shepherd x Siberian Husky Mix)
Stray/Pet/Descendant:
Stray
Appearance:
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Kieran weighs in around 79.8 lbs, a bit heavy, due to his mixture of breeds. Part German Shepherd and part Siberian Husky, he's a unique standard in the dog bred world. A coat with an array of blueish and orange hues, Kieran struggles with just fitting in simply because how easy it is to pick him out in a crowd. Average in agility, his main focus are strength and speed, a true powerhouse when it comes to chasing down prey. Insane stamina when it comes to running long distances, Kieran's build is best for chasing and tackling.
Strengths/Weaknesses Description:
√ Endurance - Longest he has gone was 135 miles without breaking.
√ Intelligence - A combined mix of two intelligent dog breeds, Kieran thinks before he acts, gaining a step or two ahead of his opponent.
√ Courageous - Kieran knows no such thing as fear. He takes everything head on, braving everything out.
≠ Destructive - Kieran needs near constant stimulation to keep himself entertained, lest he destroys something.
≠ Trust issues - Dumped by his old owner, Kieran has a hard time trusting others, regardless how small the matter may be. This has led to social anxiety.
≠ Mischievous - Can't trust anyone and no one can trust him. Almost always up to something that'll end up annoying the others later.
Design Notes (Optional):
There is a small blue tint to his fur due to his mixture. When drawing please note that.
Personality:
An ambivert at best, Kieran is still a social butterfly at heart, even if it terrifies him. The lack of attention sometimes puts him in a spiral and he destroys things as a way to get attention. It's a terrible way to do it, but it works everytime. Somewhat cocky about his coat and intelligence, he'll pace around for hours at a time just thinking about his next elaborate scheme. A playful trickster, Kieran has targeted just about everyone on the island and enjoys his reputation. Other than the flooding, Kieran hasn't been in a too serious situation where he would need such intelligence, so he spends his days pranking others and getting on the other dogs' nerves. Extremely curious about the Island and the mysterious group, he yearns to learn more about the history of it, but gets choked up and too shy to ask.
Overall, a pretty relaxed dog unless he's showing off (which is 99% of the time) and he's strutting his absolute best. Somewhat cocky, Kieran will brag about feats he's achieved and often exaggerates his stories to "bring more oompfh" to them. Has a burning hatred for the sea and despises swimming. Hates when he touches water unless he's bathing.
Background/History (Optional):
Thank god this is optional I don't know what to tell you he just spawned.
Roleplay Example:
A small piercing cry filled the sky as crow fluttered from it's spot on a metal fence. Its' black wings shimmered in the sunshine as it flew away, the sound alerting the dog that was currently resting amongst stairs. His icey glare followed the bird until it flew out of sight, and he grunted. That crow had seemed to be following him and he had no idea why. Shaking out whatever paranoia that had stuck to his coat, Kieran trotted away from the shade of the steps and out into the beating sun. His nails clacking against the asphalt, he passed by abandoned buildings whose windows reflected the enviroment time and time again.
He continued on, not sure where he was entirely going, but letting his paws deciding where he needed to go. His brain sped with ideas and thoughts of plans and traps, but who to use them on? Whilst getting caught up in his thoughts, he suddenly stepped in something wet. A chain reaction of him whipping his paw out of whatever he stepped in and his muzzle curling into a snarl of disgust. Looking down, he saw he was currently standing in a shallow pool of water. Tilting his head out of confusion, it didn't take long before he could smell petrichor. Ah, change of plans. He then turned and trotted off into a different direction, his destination embedded in his head.
Other Notes?: I work a lot, will try my best to be active!