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Description
{ Name } Jackson Grey

{ Age } 2 ½ years

{ Gender } Male

{ Rank/Occupation } Security

{ Sexual Orientation } Bi-curious

{ Attitude } [Smartass] [Rude] [Quiet] [Sweet]

[Smartass] - He’s very cocky and doesn’t like to take any crap from anyone. He can come up with very quick comebacks, and doesn’t care if you find him unpleasant.

[Rude] - He has manners, but chooses not use them most of the time, more so if he’s irritated or in a bad mood.

[Quiet] It’s not likely he will speak unless spoken to, and prefers not to be confronted. So he keeps to himself.

[Sweet] - As strange as it may seem, he’s very sweet if you can be bothered to get close to him. Not to mention get through his harsh barrier.

{ History } Jackson had previously lived in a abusive household. His father was a raging alcoholic. Jackson, his mother and little sister(Bridget) would be frequently abused by him. Because his sister was much younger, she was murdered by their father. Their father could be tougher on Jackson, so he was to tough on Bridget, and she eventually died. Jackson was devastated, but was to terrified to tell anyone of the abuse. No matter how hard he tried to defend himself, he simply couldn’t. It took years, but finally, his mother left. But she told no one of the abuse, and his father took custody of him. Jackson was at a loss, and had come close to suicide more than once. It took time, but finally Jackson had the guts to go the police. His father is now in prison, and he hasn’t seen him since.

{ Accessories } Watch, carries cigarettes.

{ Relationships }

-pending-

{ Other //Optional }

{ Roleplay sample } (From Walio in THK)

Walio crept carefully out of the dens, careful not to wake anyone. He lifted his muzzle to the air, twitching his nose. The cool morning made him shiver, fluffing up his pelt. He silently as possible, walked out of camp. He glanced back over his shoulder, then darted out into the territory. His tail twitched as he walked forward, sure he was the only one up. The air was crisp and cold. It was a nice change from the blazing sun that had been beating down constantly. He enjoyed getting up early, to patrol the borders alone. Especially without the heat of evening. He huffed as he walked, the tall grass brushing against his legs. He never did like to go on patrols with others. He enjoyed the quiet, something he got rarely. He sighed to himself in content, loving the peace.

Character and art (c) Me

Description
{ Name } Jackson Grey

{ Age } 2 ½ years

{ Gender } Male

{ Rank/Occupation } Security

{ Sexual Orientation } Bi-curious

{ Attitude } [Smartass] [Rude] [Quiet] [Sweet]

[Smartass] - He’s very cocky and doesn’t like to take any crap from anyone. He can come up with very quick comebacks, and doesn’t care if you find him unpleasant.

[Rude] - He has manners, but chooses not use them most of the time, more so if he’s irritated or in a bad mood.

[Quiet] It’s not likely he will speak unless spoken to, and prefers not to be confronted. So he keeps to himself.

[Sweet] - As strange as it may seem, he’s very sweet if you can be bothered to get close to him. Not to mention get through his harsh barrier.

{ History } Jackson had previously lived in a abusive household. His father was a raging alcoholic. Jackson, his mother and little sister(Bridget) would be frequently abused by him. Because his sister was much younger, she was murdered by their father. Their father could be tougher on Jackson, so he was to tough on Bridget, and she eventually died. Jackson was devastated, but was to terrified to tell anyone of the abuse. No matter how hard he tried to defend himself, he simply couldn’t. It took years, but finally, his mother left. But she told no one of the abuse, and his father took custody of him. Jackson was at a loss, and had come close to suicide more than once. It took time, but finally Jackson had the guts to go the police. His father is now in prison, and he hasn’t seen him since.

{ Accessories } Watch, carries cigarettes.

{ Relationships }

-pending-

{ Other //Optional }

{ Roleplay sample } (From Walio in THK)

Walio crept carefully out of the dens, careful not to wake anyone. He lifted his muzzle to the air, twitching his nose. The cool morning made him shiver, fluffing up his pelt. He silently as possible, walked out of camp. He glanced back over his shoulder, then darted out into the territory. His tail twitched as he walked forward, sure he was the only one up. The air was crisp and cold. It was a nice change from the blazing sun that had been beating down constantly. He enjoyed getting up early, to patrol the borders alone. Especially without the heat of evening. He huffed as he walked, the tall grass brushing against his legs. He never did like to go on patrols with others. He enjoyed the quiet, something he got rarely. He sighed to himself in content, loving the peace.

Character and art (c) Me