And then there's...

[|.Mick.|]

Name:
Kaiden
Age:
15
Sex:
Male
Personality:
Kaiden is the very essence of shy. He’s the quiet kid. He’s the one you’ll see sitting in the corner quietly by himself. He’s an outcast and a loner. He doesn’t have very many friends. So basically he’s kind of distant. However, if you manage to win his friendship, he’ll open up. He’s a nice guy when you know him and will do anything for you. He’s a loyal boy.
Physical Appearance:
See Picture.
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History:
Kaiden never knew his mother. She had birthed him but agreed to let his father raise him. In the situation they were in it wouldn’t of worked out. Kaiden’s mother and father weren’t married to each but his mother was married and cheating. So she couldn’t exactly take him in. So Kaiden was an only child.

Kaiden spent most of his time with his dad. His dad was real supportive toward Kaiden and pushed him to never give up. His dad was great with him. However despite all his dad’s tries, Kaiden refused to do sports…

Kaiden lives in a suburban home with his father. -I’ll finish this later. xD

Sample Post:
Havik’s muscled form loped along the dusty trails. Leathery pads occasionally would come in contact with that dusty path. The border collie would kick up some dust as he did so. His strides were long slow ones; they got him in motion almost effortlessly. His head swiveled from side to side taking in the view of the scenery. Not much to see really. A few trees and mud puddles seemed to be the most exciting thing to see. He stopped for a moment to look at his reflection in a puddle. The murky waters revealed the handsome face of the dog. Havik stared at himself, his markings were so unique. He was a red border collie. His shade of rusty red was very rare for his breed to have. He wasn’t purebred but he was pretty darn close to it. Not many stray feral dogs were purebred. It just wasn’t common. Most dogs didn’t care if a dog was a different breed than them, all that mattered was they loved each other. Love, ick. Havik didn’t seek nor really wanted a mate, why search for something that didn’t matter to you?

Havik stopped looking at himself and looked ahead. He spotted something. He narrowed his eyes trying to focus on what it was. His tail wagged behind him as was trying to deliberate what it was. It appeared to be a road finally. There was some pavement to lead him to a destination. He began to trot on the road. He kept his eyes ahead of him. He traveled for sometime uninterrupted by humans, animals, or machine alike. The rust hued fellow kept at his brisk pace. Was this road going to lead him somewhere or farther away from civilization? Unexpectedly ears stood erect and swiveled back as he heard a rumbling. He wiped his head back as fast he could. A big semi truck was speeding right towards him. He panicked and looked around quickly. His russet eyes were wide in fear. The truck was nearing him. The human’s eyes met with the dog’s they locked in gaze. Havik saw in that brief second that the human wouldn’t break or turn to avoid him. Havik lunged into the nearby ditch to avoid the truck. Havik could feel himself soaring through the air whizzing quickly past the truck.

The dog landed on the ground with great force. A few rocks panged in his size and a shard of glass from a beer bottle cut his muzzle. Havik groaned, he knew that this was nothing compared to being hit by a truck and squished all over the wind shield. He slowly rose on his haunches and shook some dirt out of his coat. A few rocks and other particles flew free form his fur. He felt the glass in his muzzle and growled. Damn those humans. They sure didn’t have a care for anyone else. Well, some humans were nice but the one he’d just almost been slain by wasn’t. He sat up in the ditch and ran his paw over his muzzle. He felt the glass was lodge in pretty well. He tried to scratch it out but no success maybe he could get Mac to pull it out later. She could get it with her little jaws. Mac was such a great little buddy. She kept a smile on Havik’s features. She had all the qualities that were a definite necessity for a friend to have. She was the only thing he really loved. He loved her as a brother would love a sister. The word love was used too much now a days and it was abused so much.

Havik parted his jowls to realize a yawn. He’d been standing there for a while. He climbed up the small slope to road. He took a deep breath. This time he would walk on the side of the road facing the oncoming traffic. That way he could see the cars coming. He began to lengthen his strides and pick up his pace. A pulse was kept as he traveled. He walked alone along that long road for a bit longer. He would pause to take a break before continuing on. A true wild dog never gives up and like his wolf ancestors he keeps pursuing until he preserves and succeeds in whatever he was doing. It was that feeling that wolves and feral dogs had that made humans jealous. They envied the pride a feral dog and wolf held. They just didn’t understand it. Humans tend to be afraid of what they don’t understand. And what humans are afraid of they blike to kill. They think it makes them so much better. It makes them cowards.

Havik skidded to a halt as he came back into the more urban part of Cairoco. He recognized a faint scent of the mafia. He had learned the scent from Mac. She carried it strongly, after all she was born into the mafia. He knew a lot about the pup more than the puppy knew about him. She however did know his past. She didn’t know the names or where it happened but she knew what had happened. Havik looked around seeing what appeared to be a junkyard. He knew that junkyards sometimes had the most vicious dogs. He also knew he didn’t like confrontation, but he would brave it. Mac would do it, right? Havik stuck his head through a hole in the fence peered around. Nobody was around, or appeared to be around. This, this was great. He squeezed through the hole and padded around. He passed heaps and heaps of human trash. Humans sure were wasteful, Havik thought to himself. He took in the sights; he saw an old beat up car. He trotted over to it. The doors had been ripped off but the car was otherwise else intact. He hopped up into the front of the car and sat on one of the cushiony seats. Havik’s eyes darted as he saw something move. “Hello?” He said loudly, his vocal chords reverberated. The glass was still stuck in his muzzle but he hadn’t thought much of it for the last few minutes.

Other:
He’s Mick’s Half-Brother. They share the same mother.

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