“If you don’t respect yourself, then why should I respect you?”
Name: Kip
Age: 4.5 years old
Gender: Male
Breed: 32% Doberman, 20% Pembroke Welsh Corgi, 14% Golden Retriever, 13% Brittany, 6% American Pitbull Terrier, 5% Jack Russell Terrier, 2% Saint Bernard
Role: Stray
Rank: None
Desired Rank: Content
Appearance:
His white muzzle is long, pointed, and straight, containing a sharp scissors bite inside. On the tip of it sits a handsome, wet, black nose that he likes to nose around with. Surrounding it is light gray-cream, fuzzy, velvet-like fur with both black and white whiskers sprouting out of it. His black gum laced jowls are slightly drooping and the wobble a bit whenever he runs. He has a slender, medium-large, wedge-shaped head and a dish face. His furry ears are average-sized, floppy, and angularly v-shaped. There is a ragged rip in his right one from being taught a lesson by the Junkyard. A thick stripe running down his forehead leads to his white muzzle. Sprouting off the edges of the muzzles are nutmeg-brown waves on either side of his face. They whoosh up and around down to his chin. The rest of his facial hair is black except for a white splotch on the bottom of his right ear and two brown brows overhanging his eyes.
His oval-shaped eyes are not inky black as they appear at first glance. Instead, they are deep brown, like fresh, fertile soil, yet they also glimmer like the richest honey in the sunlight, especially when he feels particularly mischievous. Above them are black eyebrow whiskers and his brown brows, which he is fairly expressive with.
His mainly black muscular neck is of medium length and there is a thick, double-coated ruffle of fur about it. There is a patch of white on his chest about the size of a strawberry. His body is mainly black, but parts of his underbelly are creamy and three paws are white. The hind right is completely black, except for one toe. The inside of his legs is the same nutmeg brown that is on his face. There are also small bits of white or brown on his coat on his back, but they are infrequent and consist of only a few hairs. He owns a pair of sturdy, reliable legs with rounded paws. His torso is lean, partially because that is how he is made but also because he eats leanly. If he was healthily fed, one could see that he would retain a straight waist and his stomach wouldn’t bag on him like a sack of potatoes. His hindquarters are similar to his front, still dependable and well-muscled, but one would notice the extra fluffiness of his butt hair. It falls curling but often gets knotted into unattractive clumps. His tail isn’t exaggeratively long and skinny, but it is whip-like at the core with spindly, thin feathers coming off. Not in a romantic way where it is thick and glossy, but rather in a sick-chicken’s-rump-that-has-vent-gleet sort of way. It’s not just because he’s a street dog, but that is just the way he’s made. It occasionally gets tangled in itself, making it knotted up unappealingly.
In everyday terms, he is a medium-sized dog, but more detail would reveal that he stands at twenty-three inches at the withers. He weighs 40-50 pounds on average, but his healthy weight would be 50-60 pounds. He also has a furry coat (sort of between a Pembroke Welsh Corgi and a Brittany, leaning toward the latter). He has a muscular build.
Personality:
Prideful|Self-assured|Awkward|Selfish|Doesn’t think sometimes|Impulsive|Thick-skinned|Talks to self and inanimate objects and has them respond in funny voices|Opinionated|Survivor|Kiss-up|Sweet|Sympathetic towards mothers and the injured|Optimist|Scared of death|Romantic|Daydreamer|Hypocrite
He takes pride in being a stray. He’s his own dog and isn’t trying to please anyone. He can think for himself, and do what he likes without someone reprimanding him. He is also a bit prideful in general and is self-assured and values self-respect. He gives respect to other strays—they’re also toughing out the hard way of life with him. He gives no respect to owned dogs because they’re pampered, helpless, and needy. However, despite his stereotyping, his respect can be earned. The only reason why he does respect the Junkyard dogs is because he’s scared of them. He isn’t completely stupid. He likes to classify himself as street smart, but if he really is is up to you. Occasionally, he can play it dumb and run out into the road after something unimportant. Other times, he can evade the catchers and sleep another night free. His stupidity is also related to his awkwardness and tentative ability to judge a situation. Sometimes he doesn’t think things through and can be impulsive.
He’s selfish. Like every dog in the business, he has to be. Selfish gets you fed; selfish keeps you alive. He has a strong sense of self-preservation and isn’t scared to get dirty or get others dirty. He likes to play rough and teases often. He isn’t sensitive and can take a nasty comment, usually justifying that they’re jealous.
He also likes to think of himself as a charmer, but is he really? He’s a bit awkward and can’t look attractive dogs in the eye. Plus, he talks to himself and inanimate objects, which he makes respond to him in funny voices. He is opinionated and can be loud about his thoughts on a subject, which isn’t great given that bigger dogs might have different thoughts on the subject which means dead him. He’s a survivor, so he does have a tendency to kiss up to people—dogs or humans. He tries to stay on their good side, charm them, entertain them, or do something for them so that he doesn’t end up mauled. What he’ll do with the fact that the Junkyard dogs want to take over the city is something that he doesn’t know. He isn’t greatly fond of them, but he isn’t greatly fond of the idea of dying either. He’s still pending on what he should do.
He can be sweet and takes pity on mothers and their whelp. He feels sympathetic to a hurt dog. Does he help them? It depends on how well he knows them. He will try to keep an eye out for the mothers he knows of, probably stop by every now and then, or something like that. If you’re hurt, maybe give you some company and/or advice. If you’re dying, he’ll try to stay with you. He hates the idea of someone dying alone. He’s scared of dying and doesn’t like the thought of heading toward it alone. Also, family is important to him. He doesn’t know where any of his went (unless there are some of his littermates in this RP and you want to work something out) and he likes to see a family all together, so he tries to be there for the pups and moms.
He is an optimist as well, also a bit of a romantic. Yeah, he’s a bit awkward around someone he likes, but he’s also daydreaming about their relationship and wandering the city together. He is a daydreamer, as well as a hypocrite.
Background/Fun facts:
Kip knows the rules of his world. Kip knows the consequences of breaking them. Kip also knows that the nice lady who gives him donuts lives inside the Junkyard territory. But Kip is not stupid.
He only dares to visit when he’s really hungry, and really desperate for some food. He found it when he was younger and foolish. He arrogantly entered the territory to beg, although he had been warned several times by his mother not to. The lady worked at a donut and coffee shop and gave him half of her blueberry donut. He barely scoffed it down before a few Junkyard dogs scared him off. Left him the ragged rip in his ear.
Born a stray, he plans on dying a stray.
He likes puppies and family, but the thought of fatherhood scares him.
Crush: open (note that I’m not great at romance)
Mate: open (note that I’m not great at romance)
Pups: realistically, as he is an unaltered, male dog, he should have some. So, open.
Kin: Open (note that I’d like it to be realistically feasible)
Affiliations: Open
Other:
He was born in a litter of six
Spring Month: 2 
Night 
Fog Moon: 
