Post by Nixon on Jun 10, 2010 0:07:45 GMT -5
Name: Nixon/Nix
Age: 4 1/2 years
Species: Folk Dog - Shepherd mutt
Height: 24 inches
Weight: 60 pounds
Family: Not in contact with any of them
Magical Abilities: He can talk?
Birthplace: Somewhere outside of Dirge
Current Residence: N/A
Occupation: Messenger/ whatever else he can get paid to do
Accessories: Has a harness and saddlebag of sorts
Physical Description: kind of short so far~
Nix is a dog mutt, seeming to have predominantly shepherd blood. His fur is medium length, ranging from a peachy color, to a cream, and then a dusty sort of brown. He's pretty small, only standing at about two feet, not really built to fight or anything like that.
Art:
i. by Rip
ii. by soundsky @ deviantart
Personality: Nixon is somewhere in between city and rural.
A rather unpleasant sort of dog, in most cases. He's like that horribly trained dog next door that barks and digs and bites and craps on your lawn, only with substantial intelligence and a voice. Rude and argumentative, Nix seems to believe that the fact that he is more intelligent than most animals, he has the same advantage over humans. The only apparent way to get on Nix's good side would be treats and pets.
Oddly enough, the herd-dog genes in him are quite evident. At times, Nix'll seem like he's trying to herd groups of people for no apparent reason, usually not realizing he's run around in a circle like an idiot.
Relationships: Working on
History: Not all that interesting. Was born a bit outside of Dirge, to a pair of rural folk doggies. Started growing up, food got scarce, and it was decided that Nix would be the bread winner. Went to Dirge, started earning money and food doing whatever he could. Got a bit older, and got sick of taking care of his family, and ran off. THE END.
Miscellaneous: design and art courtesy of Rip.
