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Quicky design I did. My version of Balto's father, Bandit.

I've been wanted to design my version of Balto's father for a while. I finally got a spark to do it.
Anyway...

Some bio.

Name: Bandit
Gender: Male
Species: Dog
Breed: Husky mix
Owner: Chuck Finley

Relationships:

Parents: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Mate: Aniu
Love interest: Aniu
Friends/allies: Kera, Athena, Icecap, Chase, Aklu, Monsoon, Knook.
Enemies: Desoto, Steele.

Personality: Quirky, Sly, "wise guy", shy, brave, courageous, passionate, absent-minded, weak, "omega".

Bandit wasn't the most popular dog in town. He lived in a cabin in the woods with a mountain man named Chuck Finley.
He was used as a hunting dog most of the time, though, most of the time he would squirrel away the catch instead of returning it to his owner.
In addition to that, he was used as a very inadequate sled dog. Simply do haul firewood, and as transportation. He was you're classic absent-minded house pet and man's best friend.
He was first found by Chuck one harsh winter. Bandit was trying to steal honey from the storage house.
He had knocked a jar down out the second floor window. It had broken on it's way down on the flag poll. So Bandit was found with his tongue frozen to the flag poll. So, Chuck adopted the awkward fellow, and called him Bandit because of his little heist.
Despite all his little mistakes and mishaps, Chuck loved his fury companion.

Bandit's first encounter with Steele was not a pretty one. Steele was a young, full-of-potential sled dog. He was sleek, he was strong, though he wasn't quite as large as Bandit yet their meeting was no pleasure.
Bandit once again had to fight his desire to have, well, stuff. One time when Chuck took Bandit with him to the butcher shop, Bandit got a little too interested in the prized golden collar. It belonged to Steele's father, Desoto.
Bandit sneaked down the alleyway away from the butcher shop. He crept along the shadows of the buildings. Bandit strutted out into the open once the other dogs had gone indoors. He panted with joy. He slipped the collar around his neck and gazed into his reflection in a melted pile of snow. He observed that way he looked in the collar. He liked it. Just then... Steele appeared. Though he was only a few months old, Steele was almost as large as Bandit. Steele growled viciously at the sight of a wimpy dog stealing his father's collar. "Why what do we have here.." Steele snarled, "Just what do you think you're doing?"
Bandit tried to reply "I..i..i.i..i.." but with no success. It was as if he had become mute. Then, he finally managed to get a word out. "So, this is you're collar?" "No" Steele replied, "This collar, belongs to ten time fifteen mile sprint race winner Desoto the great." "Oh, that's cute," Bandit replied "kinda like Alexander the great." "He's my father," Replied Steele with a most matter-of-face ere about it. "He, he's the big dog standing right behind you, isn't he? That, b-big dog. He doesn't get made easily does he-" "STOP, Desoto boomed." His voice had the same effect stealth air bombings do. They catch you off guard, and they will most certainly scare you to death, if not literally kill you. "That collar... IS MINE," he growled again. He kept circling me, as if he was a vulture stalking his prey. Then, I realized, I didn't have much time left. I did the only thing I knew. "DON'T KILL ME! PP-P-P-LLEEEASE. DON'T KILL ME.!" Luckily, my whimpers attracted some actual help. Out from the fence by the road strutted in a beautiful Siberian husky. Though beautiful, she seemed as though she was untouchable. "Desoto," she warned," leave, the, kid, ALONE." "Awwww, baby. We was just havin' a little fun now," Desoto compromised. "Oh, now baby, not as much fun as you'll have when the wife finds out you've been flirting with little old me. Have fun with that," she said. I have no idea how, but that chased him off. Apparently every man no matter how much brawn has a weakness. "Hi," she said,"I'm Kera. And you are?" "Bandit." "Fitting name," Kera chuckled," I take it you don't know town all that well?" "You could say that," Bandit replied.
And there started a friendship, that would guide him past some of his worst troubles.

I'll add more later. This IS a fanfic.

Art (C) =AgentWhiteHawk 2013 all rights reserved.

Description
Quicky design I did. My version of Balto's father, Bandit.

I've been wanted to design my version of Balto's father for a while. I finally got a spark to do it.
Anyway...

Some bio.

Name: Bandit
Gender: Male
Species: Dog
Breed: Husky mix
Owner: Chuck Finley

Relationships:

Parents: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Mate: Aniu
Love interest: Aniu
Friends/allies: Kera, Athena, Icecap, Chase, Aklu, Monsoon, Knook.
Enemies: Desoto, Steele.

Personality: Quirky, Sly, "wise guy", shy, brave, courageous, passionate, absent-minded, weak, "omega".

Bandit wasn't the most popular dog in town. He lived in a cabin in the woods with a mountain man named Chuck Finley.
He was used as a hunting dog most of the time, though, most of the time he would squirrel away the catch instead of returning it to his owner.
In addition to that, he was used as a very inadequate sled dog. Simply do haul firewood, and as transportation. He was you're classic absent-minded house pet and man's best friend.
He was first found by Chuck one harsh winter. Bandit was trying to steal honey from the storage house.
He had knocked a jar down out the second floor window. It had broken on it's way down on the flag poll. So Bandit was found with his tongue frozen to the flag poll. So, Chuck adopted the awkward fellow, and called him Bandit because of his little heist.
Despite all his little mistakes and mishaps, Chuck loved his fury companion.

Bandit's first encounter with Steele was not a pretty one. Steele was a young, full-of-potential sled dog. He was sleek, he was strong, though he wasn't quite as large as Bandit yet their meeting was no pleasure.
Bandit once again had to fight his desire to have, well, stuff. One time when Chuck took Bandit with him to the butcher shop, Bandit got a little too interested in the prized golden collar. It belonged to Steele's father, Desoto.
Bandit sneaked down the alleyway away from the butcher shop. He crept along the shadows of the buildings. Bandit strutted out into the open once the other dogs had gone indoors. He panted with joy. He slipped the collar around his neck and gazed into his reflection in a melted pile of snow. He observed that way he looked in the collar. He liked it. Just then... Steele appeared. Though he was only a few months old, Steele was almost as large as Bandit. Steele growled viciously at the sight of a wimpy dog stealing his father's collar. "Why what do we have here.." Steele snarled, "Just what do you think you're doing?"
Bandit tried to reply "I..i..i.i..i.." but with no success. It was as if he had become mute. Then, he finally managed to get a word out. "So, this is you're collar?" "No" Steele replied, "This collar, belongs to ten time fifteen mile sprint race winner Desoto the great." "Oh, that's cute," Bandit replied "kinda like Alexander the great." "He's my father," Replied Steele with a most matter-of-face ere about it. "He, he's the big dog standing right behind you, isn't he? That, b-big dog. He doesn't get made easily does he-" "STOP, Desoto boomed." His voice had the same effect stealth air bombings do. They catch you off guard, and they will most certainly scare you to death, if not literally kill you. "That collar... IS MINE," he growled again. He kept circling me, as if he was a vulture stalking his prey. Then, I realized, I didn't have much time left. I did the only thing I knew. "DON'T KILL ME! PP-P-P-LLEEEASE. DON'T KILL ME.!" Luckily, my whimpers attracted some actual help. Out from the fence by the road strutted in a beautiful Siberian husky. Though beautiful, she seemed as though she was untouchable. "Desoto," she warned," leave, the, kid, ALONE." "Awwww, baby. We was just havin' a little fun now," Desoto compromised. "Oh, now baby, not as much fun as you'll have when the wife finds out you've been flirting with little old me. Have fun with that," she said. I have no idea how, but that chased him off. Apparently every man no matter how much brawn has a weakness. "Hi," she said,"I'm Kera. And you are?" "Bandit." "Fitting name," Kera chuckled," I take it you don't know town all that well?" "You could say that," Bandit replied.
And there started a friendship, that would guide him past some of his worst troubles.

I'll add more later. This IS a fanfic.

Art (C) =AgentWhiteHawk 2013 all rights reserved.