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#1
yep I'm stealing this from hoot
mainly because I don't even know how dog thinks myself and I really need to connect with his mindset better
just toss some questions and dog will answer them icly! :0 he is very, very truthful so personal and deep ones are okay, just don't expect a terribly intellectual answer! I'll reply to these ooc too with like. reasons why he answered the way he did etc


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#2
"where did you come from"
"who gave you a knife"
"are you actually a canine or are you just weird"
"who taught you to speak"


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#3
[member=8131]anluan g.[/member]
"Where did you come from?"
"Come from, eh... Pack. Do not know where. Forest. Wild."
Dog wondered off at three years old and found a pack of friendly stray dogs. His parents searched for him, but could not find him due to the dogs taking him to their den. He lived there from three to nine! Eventually he was found and 'rescued', but Dog takes the pack as where he 'came from' aka where he grew up.

"Who gave you a knife?"
"Stole it."
Before he left the humans who took him away from the dogs, he stole supplies. He has enough human thought to realize that he needs certain things to protect himself and survive on his own. He uses his knife to hunt and to protect himself, obviously.

"Are you actually a canine or are you just weird?"
"Hmm? No. Human. But—raised by dogs. Acting like dogs feels... Safer. Not weird."
Dog knows he's human. He knows how he should act, and he has an ability to force himself to, but he chooses to act how he wants to act. He can walk normally and try harder to stop doing things seen as strange, but he doesn't really want to. It makes him feel like someone he isn't. It's like telling someone from a specific culture to act like another culture—it just doesn't feel right to him.

"Who taught you to speak?"

"Murderers."
Dog was taught how to speak by people who found him at age nine. They worried deeply for him, believing the dogs to have hurt him and damaged him (which technically they did, but not in his eyes), and therefore killed the dogs to save him. He dubbed humans as murderers after that, but they struggled to teach him English and manners and whatnot. They only got Dog to his current human cognizance before he ran away at fourteen, though.


[align=center][div style="font-size:9pt;line-height:.9;color:#170E09;font-family:arial black;padding:8px"]「 [abbr=Introduces himself as Dog. Nicknames can be anything dog related—Mutt, Pup, Mongrel, Hound-dog, Scruffy, etc. He will not mind any degrading names, as long as they are related to his "true" name. Currently an aimless wanderer of no group, but he's technically part of the Wolves despite running away immediately. Currently hanging out in the Northstar District. Known thief.]TEETH[/abbr] | [abbr=Cis male, uses he/him pronouns. Sixteen years old, looks grizzled enough to be eighteen or so. Pretty much aroace, in theory? He isn't at all understanding of all that stuff. Would be very strange and awkward in a relationship. Funnily enough he's touchy and romantic, he just doesn't know what he's doing. To protect his innocence, yeah. Aroace.]CLAWS[/abbr] | [abbr=About five feet, six inches. Dark-skinned with a generally disheveled, feral and almost wolfish appearance. Lean, but with sinewy muscle in arms, abs and legs. Unkempt scruff on his chin and jaw that goes up into his sideburns. Thick, tussled and fluffy hair. Slightly crooked nose and sharp, chipped teeth. Scar across left eyebrow and another across his nose. Bright, striking eyes the color of honey. Wears mismatched clothing and a too-big black hoodie with wolf ears on its hood. Chewed nails into sharpened points, slouched posture. Walks on the tips of his toes sometimes, and can easily and gracefully run on all fours. Can be mistaken for a werewolf or something, if you want; generally looks scary, honestly.]BONES[/abbr] | [abbr=Has a noticeable German accent. Struggles to speak long sentences or to understand English that is too complicated. Sometimes refers to himself in third person. Gives weird nicknames to everyone. Cannot read or write. Physically difficult and violent but will mostly weasel out of dangerous situations and run rather than fight. PM for plots regarding capture, torture, etc. Powerplay, if harmless, is allowed. PLEASE NOTE: I don't reply to anything with descriptions of gore, injuries or needles, with emphasis on open wounds or broken bones—aside from battles, of course, since I pretty much have to, and my own threads, since I'm prepared to read my own writing. I also will strictly never respond to threads involving drug use of any kind. Sorry for any inconvenience!]JAWS[/abbr] 」
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"what's your favorite food?"
"what do you dream about at night?"
"what makes you feel happiest?"


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#5
[member=8270]JANE[/member]
"What's your favorite food?"
"Mm... Food is not good."
Imagine surviving on carcasses and trash for a good portion of your life. Now imagine stale bread and watery soup for the other portion. He's never actually eaten good food! Honestly, he tends to avoid eating, which is why he's a little skinny. He will eat only when his stomach starts to hurt, so he obviously has no favorite food.

"What do you dream about at night?"
"Bad things."
Dog doesn't remember his dreams unless they're nightmares. Sometimes he suddenly wakes up and cries, and that's what sticks in his head as a memory, even though he can't remember the nightmare itself. He doesn't like dreaming for this reason.

"What makes you feel happiest?"
"Eh... Friends. But no one likes Dog."
Dog really, really wants to feel safe here. He has to get over his own fears, and once he feels like he can trust people, he'll certainly want to befriend everyone he meets. It makes him happy for people to genuinely enjoy interacting with him, and it makes him happier to feel at home somewhere.


[align=center][div style="font-size:9pt;line-height:.9;color:#170E09;font-family:arial black;padding:8px"]「 [abbr=Introduces himself as Dog. Nicknames can be anything dog related—Mutt, Pup, Mongrel, Hound-dog, Scruffy, etc. He will not mind any degrading names, as long as they are related to his "true" name. Currently an aimless wanderer of no group, but he's technically part of the Wolves despite running away immediately. Currently hanging out in the Northstar District. Known thief.]TEETH[/abbr] | [abbr=Cis male, uses he/him pronouns. Sixteen years old, looks grizzled enough to be eighteen or so. Pretty much aroace, in theory? He isn't at all understanding of all that stuff. Would be very strange and awkward in a relationship. Funnily enough he's touchy and romantic, he just doesn't know what he's doing. To protect his innocence, yeah. Aroace.]CLAWS[/abbr] | [abbr=About five feet, six inches. Dark-skinned with a generally disheveled, feral and almost wolfish appearance. Lean, but with sinewy muscle in arms, abs and legs. Unkempt scruff on his chin and jaw that goes up into his sideburns. Thick, tussled and fluffy hair. Slightly crooked nose and sharp, chipped teeth. Scar across left eyebrow and another across his nose. Bright, striking eyes the color of honey. Wears mismatched clothing and a too-big black hoodie with wolf ears on its hood. Chewed nails into sharpened points, slouched posture. Walks on the tips of his toes sometimes, and can easily and gracefully run on all fours. Can be mistaken for a werewolf or something, if you want; generally looks scary, honestly.]BONES[/abbr] | [abbr=Has a noticeable German accent. Struggles to speak long sentences or to understand English that is too complicated. Sometimes refers to himself in third person. Gives weird nicknames to everyone. Cannot read or write. Physically difficult and violent but will mostly weasel out of dangerous situations and run rather than fight. PM for plots regarding capture, torture, etc. Powerplay, if harmless, is allowed. PLEASE NOTE: I don't reply to anything with descriptions of gore, injuries or needles, with emphasis on open wounds or broken bones—aside from battles, of course, since I pretty much have to, and my own threads, since I'm prepared to read my own writing. I also will strictly never respond to threads involving drug use of any kind. Sorry for any inconvenience!]JAWS[/abbr] 」
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#6
"Hey, dog! Do you wanna help my raise my dog, Toby? He needs a role model to teach him dog things."
"What's your favorite thing in the world?"
"Who do you love the most?"
"Wanna be my friend?"


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#7
[member=6539]Amanda A. Gayman[/member]
"Hey, Dog! Do you wanna help my raise my dog, Toby? He needs a role model to teach him dog things."
"Yes. Dog can do that."
Dog would do literally anything to be around a dog. Doesn't matter what you ask him to do, if the reward is to pet and love on a dog, he's going to do it. He would kill a man to hang out with a dog.

"What's your favorite thing in the world?"
"Mm... Hoodie."
Dog interpreted 'thing' as being a favorite object, so he of course chose one of the only objects he owns, which is his beloved hoodie. He loves his hoodie so much, because it has ears on it and that's the coolest thing ever to him. It was huge when he first got it, and it's still a little big on him. It fits a lot better now than it did when he first stole it, though.

"Who do you love the most?"
He mimics a specific bark—it's a low and husky noise, resembling a German Shepherd. "—but she is dead."
Each dog in his pack got a specific bark that Dog used to 'communicate' with them. As the mutts in his makeshift pack were of various breeds, their barks were not in any way similar. Dog mimicked their individual barks to get a specific dog's attention. There was a large female German Shepherd in the group who was always Dog's favorite due to her calm, easygoing personality, and even today 'his' own bark is modeled off of hers.

"Wanna be my friend?"
"Do not know yet."
He's still wary and hardly trusts anyone, whether they treat him well or not. Eventually when he feels less unsure of himself this will definitely be a 'yes'.


[align=center][div style="font-size:9pt;line-height:.9;color:#170E09;font-family:arial black;padding:8px"]「 [abbr=Introduces himself as Dog. Nicknames can be anything dog related—Mutt, Pup, Mongrel, Hound-dog, Scruffy, etc. He will not mind any degrading names, as long as they are related to his "true" name. Currently an aimless wanderer of no group, but he's technically part of the Wolves despite running away immediately. Currently hanging out in the Northstar District. Known thief.]TEETH[/abbr] | [abbr=Cis male, uses he/him pronouns. Sixteen years old, looks grizzled enough to be eighteen or so. Pretty much aroace, in theory? He isn't at all understanding of all that stuff. Would be very strange and awkward in a relationship. Funnily enough he's touchy and romantic, he just doesn't know what he's doing. To protect his innocence, yeah. Aroace.]CLAWS[/abbr] | [abbr=About five feet, six inches. Dark-skinned with a generally disheveled, feral and almost wolfish appearance. Lean, but with sinewy muscle in arms, abs and legs. Unkempt scruff on his chin and jaw that goes up into his sideburns. Thick, tussled and fluffy hair. Slightly crooked nose and sharp, chipped teeth. Scar across left eyebrow and another across his nose. Bright, striking eyes the color of honey. Wears mismatched clothing and a too-big black hoodie with wolf ears on its hood. Chewed nails into sharpened points, slouched posture. Walks on the tips of his toes sometimes, and can easily and gracefully run on all fours. Can be mistaken for a werewolf or something, if you want; generally looks scary, honestly.]BONES[/abbr] | [abbr=Has a noticeable German accent. Struggles to speak long sentences or to understand English that is too complicated. Sometimes refers to himself in third person. Gives weird nicknames to everyone. Cannot read or write. Physically difficult and violent but will mostly weasel out of dangerous situations and run rather than fight. PM for plots regarding capture, torture, etc. Powerplay, if harmless, is allowed. PLEASE NOTE: I don't reply to anything with descriptions of gore, injuries or needles, with emphasis on open wounds or broken bones—aside from battles, of course, since I pretty much have to, and my own threads, since I'm prepared to read my own writing. I also will strictly never respond to threads involving drug use of any kind. Sorry for any inconvenience!]JAWS[/abbr] 」
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