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MAH BOY IS IN -03/17/24

Name: Johnny
Nickname(s): John, Jon boy, Jon-Jon
Age: Three
Gender: Cis Male(intact)
Sexuality: Pansexual
Breed: Irish setter/Pharaoh hound/Samoyed mix
Weight: 95 lbs
Height: 30 in
Voiceclaim: Mugen from Samurai Champloo
Build: Johnny, is a canine with a slender and agile build. Johnny has a primarily reddish-brown coat with darker accents on one of the ears, the left eye, and scruffy tail. His tail is also missing a band of fur. His underbelly is tan and three of his paws are white, providing a sharp contrast to the darker fur. The eyes are a striking amber color, which stands out against the dark shading around them.

Scent: Ash and motor oil

Accessories: N/A

Faction: Junkyard
Notoriety Level: Nobody(level 1)
Job: Poacher
Council Rank: —

Personality: [Resourceful ] [Loyal ] [Clever ], [Curious ] [Awkward ] [Distrusting ], [Stubborn ], [Irritable ]

Johnny’s resourcefulness is the cornerstone of his disposition. In any situation, Johnny quickly assesses his surroundings, identifying tools and opportunities that others might overlook. He's the one to find a way out of a bind or turn the tide with a clever trick, using his wits and whatever is at hand to create solutions. His cleverness goes hand in hand with this resourcefulness, enabling him to solve puzzles and problems that stump his peers.
Loyalty runs deep in Johnny's veins. Once he's committed to a cause or companion, he's steadfast, and this dedication is unshakable. His allies know they can rely on him, not just for his quick thinking but for his unwavering support. However, this loyalty is earned, not given freely, due to his underlying sense of distrust. Past experiences have taught him to be cautious, to weigh intentions and actions carefully before deciding where his loyalty lies. This makes his devoted friendship all the more valuable once it is granted.
An inherent curiosity is a spark in Johnny's character. It drives him to explore. This trait keeps him always always watching, listening, and understanding. But, his curiosity can sometimes place him in awkward situations. Social cues can elude him when his interest is piqued, or when he's caught 'off guard' when people come up to him suddenly, leading to situations where he seems out of step with those around him.
Stubbornness is another defining aspect. Once Johnny has set a course, he hates to deviate from it, and the mere idea of being wrong or being in the wrong, irks him.This can be a strength when he’s fighting for a cause, but it also means he can dig his heels in, sometimes causing him to make an ass out of himself. Compromise does not come easily to him, and it takes a great deal of persuasion or evidence to shift his stance.
Lastly, there's an irritable streak to Johnny that flares up especially when he’s thwarted or when someone challenges his deeply held beliefs. His patience can wear thin when faced with incompetence or laziness, leading to sharp retorts and a bristling demeanor.

Backstory:

TW- Animal Abuse/Child Neglect

Johnny's origins were as unpredictable as the winds that swept through the quaint town where he was born. He was the unintended progeny of a spirited Irish Setter/Pharaoh Hound mix, a traveler whose journey had been as varied and vibrant, an unknown red phantom wandering the streets. This wanderer chanced upon Snowfall, a pristine Samoyed whose snow-white fur and crystal-blue eyes had turned her into the crowning jewel of her highbrow family. It was a chance encounter, a fleeting romance destined to leave a mark.
Snowfall’s owners, the Willoughbys, were steeped in the sort of first class propriety that left no room for such unscheduled aberrations. Especially, when they had plans to breed her with another champion samoyed. When the litter of mixed-breed puppies arrived, it was not just Snowfall's pedigree that was tainted, but the Willoughbys' very reputation. The Willoughbys made Snowfall and her halfbreed prodingy sleep outside in the family's old greenhouse due to their ire. Which, of course, upset the proud Snowfall, as she barely paid attention to her pups' existence other than to feed or clean them. Undeterred by his mother's despondence and neglect and her owners' angry words, Johnny and his siblings had a relatively 'normal' puphood. But, at five months old, Johnny and his siblings were ripped from their nurturing hearth, their tiny paws scrabbling helplessly as Mr. Willoughby carried them to the river's edge. While his mother did nothing to stop it.
Johnny's memory of the water was a blur of thrashing limbs and gasping breaths. The water was bone-chilling, dark, and unyielding. It was his keen survival instinct that allowed him to claw his way to the bank, gasping and sputtering. Alone, without his siblings beside him, he looked back at the tumultuous river with a burgeoning distrust for mankind.
Those early months set the tone for Johnny's juvenile years. With no home to call his own, Johnny roamed the streets and countryside. He became clever in the ways of the street, using his resourceful nature to forage through bins, and his innate curiosity leading him to follow the humans who showed him kindness, gleaning scraps of food and occasional pats on the head. Yet his awkwardness in the dance of social interactions with other dogs kept him a loner, his trust not easily given after the betrayal of his early months.
As Johnny reached adulthood, his sense of distrust seemed justified. More than once, he encountered the darker side of human nature — people who threw stones or chased/kicked him away from the shelter of their doorsteps. These experiences fanned the embers of his irritable streak, causing him to snap and growl at any hand that seemed poised to strike.
However, when scavenging behind a fancy Cajun restaurant, Johnny found himself face to face with some of fiercest street mutts of the town. They were some of the most ugly, scarred, dogs that a young Johnny had even seen before. The dogs were a part of the infamous Crooked Fang gang, a pack as toughened and scarred as the alleys they claimed as their own. The leader, a big bruiser of a mongrel barked at him to get lost, but Johnny's stubborn streak meant he didn't back down easily, and it was his irritable retorts that turned their leader against him. A vicious fight ensued, leaving Johnny wounded and nearly on the brink of death.
Johnny's saving grace came in the form of an old, grizzled dog named Marley. Marley took him under his wing, teaching Johnny how to truly survive life on the streets and the value of allies. Under Marley's guidance, Johnny tempered his irritable nature, though he never lost his independent spirit or stubborn resolve.
As years passed, Johnny learned to balance his survival instincts with a measure of trust, carving out a place among the local strays. His past traumas never fully left him, yet they forged him into a dog of depth and resilience. With each sunrise, Johnny's journey continued — a testament to the strength that can be found even in the most broken beginnings.

Under Marley's mentorship, Johnny developed into a dog who could navigate the complexities of stray life with a level of sophistication and savvy. Yet, a stray's life is fraught with change, and change came rushing in on the heels of a harsh winter. Then Marley started to cough...and cough...everyday, it got worse.
Then Marley, old and frail, passed away quietly one chilly dawn, leaving Johnny once again to fend for himself. This loss weighed heavily on him, and the once familiar streets seemed colder, more unwelcoming than ever. Johnny's wanderlust reignited, fueled by grief and the instinct that somewhere out there was a place where he could belong.
Months passed, and Johnny traversed towns and countrysides, guided by an unshakable sense of curiosity and the hope of finding a new purpose. His journey was marked by encounters with kind-hearted strangers and occasional run-ins with less benevolent characters, each leaving their mark on his soul.
One day, as he crested the hills that bordered the town of Canidale, he found himself gazing down at a scene that piqued his curiosity like nothing before. Canidale was a town divided, split into territories by various factions of dogs who had formed their own society in the absence of human interference. The new Junkyard faction caught his interest the most. A was a group of dogs as varied in breeds as they were in histories, bound together by their tenacity and familial way of living that had carved out a territory in the sprawling junkyard on the edge of Canidale, a place most of the town's residents avoided.

Family:
Parents: Father-Unknown, Mother-Snowfall
Siblings: Coji, Lizzy, Amber, Tom (Status- unknown)

Mate[s]:
Mate: None (open to plotting!!)

Offspring: None

Group History: —

Character/Group Tracker: IN PROGRESS

Other:
Has an IMMENSE fear of large bodies of water, due to almost being drowned as a puppy
LOVES vanilla and peanut butter ice cream
In the colder months, his fur actually gets a little more fluffier
Always ready for a throwdown, piss him off enough and you WILL get the fangs
Can't stand uppity purebred types
LOVES listening to music, especially rock
HATES his mother, and will do anything to slander her

-(ALL INFO IS CURRENTLY BEING MOVED TO A GOOGLE DOCS FORMAT)

Description

MAH BOY IS IN -03/17/24

Name: Johnny
Nickname(s): John, Jon boy, Jon-Jon
Age: Three
Gender: Cis Male(intact)
Sexuality: Pansexual
Breed: Irish setter/Pharaoh hound/Samoyed mix
Weight: 95 lbs
Height: 30 in
Voiceclaim: Mugen from Samurai Champloo
Build: Johnny, is a canine with a slender and agile build. Johnny has a primarily reddish-brown coat with darker accents on one of the ears, the left eye, and scruffy tail. His tail is also missing a band of fur. His underbelly is tan and three of his paws are white, providing a sharp contrast to the darker fur. The eyes are a striking amber color, which stands out against the dark shading around them.

Scent: Ash and motor oil

Accessories: N/A

Faction: Junkyard
Notoriety Level: Nobody(level 1)
Job: Poacher
Council Rank: —

Personality: [Resourceful ] [Loyal ] [Clever ], [Curious ] [Awkward ] [Distrusting ], [Stubborn ], [Irritable ]

Johnny’s resourcefulness is the cornerstone of his disposition. In any situation, Johnny quickly assesses his surroundings, identifying tools and opportunities that others might overlook. He's the one to find a way out of a bind or turn the tide with a clever trick, using his wits and whatever is at hand to create solutions. His cleverness goes hand in hand with this resourcefulness, enabling him to solve puzzles and problems that stump his peers.
Loyalty runs deep in Johnny's veins. Once he's committed to a cause or companion, he's steadfast, and this dedication is unshakable. His allies know they can rely on him, not just for his quick thinking but for his unwavering support. However, this loyalty is earned, not given freely, due to his underlying sense of distrust. Past experiences have taught him to be cautious, to weigh intentions and actions carefully before deciding where his loyalty lies. This makes his devoted friendship all the more valuable once it is granted.
An inherent curiosity is a spark in Johnny's character. It drives him to explore. This trait keeps him always always watching, listening, and understanding. But, his curiosity can sometimes place him in awkward situations. Social cues can elude him when his interest is piqued, or when he's caught 'off guard' when people come up to him suddenly, leading to situations where he seems out of step with those around him.
Stubbornness is another defining aspect. Once Johnny has set a course, he hates to deviate from it, and the mere idea of being wrong or being in the wrong, irks him.This can be a strength when he’s fighting for a cause, but it also means he can dig his heels in, sometimes causing him to make an ass out of himself. Compromise does not come easily to him, and it takes a great deal of persuasion or evidence to shift his stance.
Lastly, there's an irritable streak to Johnny that flares up especially when he’s thwarted or when someone challenges his deeply held beliefs. His patience can wear thin when faced with incompetence or laziness, leading to sharp retorts and a bristling demeanor.

Backstory:

TW- Animal Abuse/Child Neglect

Johnny's origins were as unpredictable as the winds that swept through the quaint town where he was born. He was the unintended progeny of a spirited Irish Setter/Pharaoh Hound mix, a traveler whose journey had been as varied and vibrant, an unknown red phantom wandering the streets. This wanderer chanced upon Snowfall, a pristine Samoyed whose snow-white fur and crystal-blue eyes had turned her into the crowning jewel of her highbrow family. It was a chance encounter, a fleeting romance destined to leave a mark.
Snowfall’s owners, the Willoughbys, were steeped in the sort of first class propriety that left no room for such unscheduled aberrations. Especially, when they had plans to breed her with another champion samoyed. When the litter of mixed-breed puppies arrived, it was not just Snowfall's pedigree that was tainted, but the Willoughbys' very reputation. The Willoughbys made Snowfall and her halfbreed prodingy sleep outside in the family's old greenhouse due to their ire. Which, of course, upset the proud Snowfall, as she barely paid attention to her pups' existence other than to feed or clean them. Undeterred by his mother's despondence and neglect and her owners' angry words, Johnny and his siblings had a relatively 'normal' puphood. But, at five months old, Johnny and his siblings were ripped from their nurturing hearth, their tiny paws scrabbling helplessly as Mr. Willoughby carried them to the river's edge. While his mother did nothing to stop it.
Johnny's memory of the water was a blur of thrashing limbs and gasping breaths. The water was bone-chilling, dark, and unyielding. It was his keen survival instinct that allowed him to claw his way to the bank, gasping and sputtering. Alone, without his siblings beside him, he looked back at the tumultuous river with a burgeoning distrust for mankind.
Those early months set the tone for Johnny's juvenile years. With no home to call his own, Johnny roamed the streets and countryside. He became clever in the ways of the street, using his resourceful nature to forage through bins, and his innate curiosity leading him to follow the humans who showed him kindness, gleaning scraps of food and occasional pats on the head. Yet his awkwardness in the dance of social interactions with other dogs kept him a loner, his trust not easily given after the betrayal of his early months.
As Johnny reached adulthood, his sense of distrust seemed justified. More than once, he encountered the darker side of human nature — people who threw stones or chased/kicked him away from the shelter of their doorsteps. These experiences fanned the embers of his irritable streak, causing him to snap and growl at any hand that seemed poised to strike.
However, when scavenging behind a fancy Cajun restaurant, Johnny found himself face to face with some of fiercest street mutts of the town. They were some of the most ugly, scarred, dogs that a young Johnny had even seen before. The dogs were a part of the infamous Crooked Fang gang, a pack as toughened and scarred as the alleys they claimed as their own. The leader, a big bruiser of a mongrel barked at him to get lost, but Johnny's stubborn streak meant he didn't back down easily, and it was his irritable retorts that turned their leader against him. A vicious fight ensued, leaving Johnny wounded and nearly on the brink of death.
Johnny's saving grace came in the form of an old, grizzled dog named Marley. Marley took him under his wing, teaching Johnny how to truly survive life on the streets and the value of allies. Under Marley's guidance, Johnny tempered his irritable nature, though he never lost his independent spirit or stubborn resolve.
As years passed, Johnny learned to balance his survival instincts with a measure of trust, carving out a place among the local strays. His past traumas never fully left him, yet they forged him into a dog of depth and resilience. With each sunrise, Johnny's journey continued — a testament to the strength that can be found even in the most broken beginnings.

Under Marley's mentorship, Johnny developed into a dog who could navigate the complexities of stray life with a level of sophistication and savvy. Yet, a stray's life is fraught with change, and change came rushing in on the heels of a harsh winter. Then Marley started to cough...and cough...everyday, it got worse.
Then Marley, old and frail, passed away quietly one chilly dawn, leaving Johnny once again to fend for himself. This loss weighed heavily on him, and the once familiar streets seemed colder, more unwelcoming than ever. Johnny's wanderlust reignited, fueled by grief and the instinct that somewhere out there was a place where he could belong.
Months passed, and Johnny traversed towns and countrysides, guided by an unshakable sense of curiosity and the hope of finding a new purpose. His journey was marked by encounters with kind-hearted strangers and occasional run-ins with less benevolent characters, each leaving their mark on his soul.
One day, as he crested the hills that bordered the town of Canidale, he found himself gazing down at a scene that piqued his curiosity like nothing before. Canidale was a town divided, split into territories by various factions of dogs who had formed their own society in the absence of human interference. The new Junkyard faction caught his interest the most. A was a group of dogs as varied in breeds as they were in histories, bound together by their tenacity and familial way of living that had carved out a territory in the sprawling junkyard on the edge of Canidale, a place most of the town's residents avoided.

Family:
Parents: Father-Unknown, Mother-Snowfall
Siblings: Coji, Lizzy, Amber, Tom (Status- unknown)

Mate[s]:
Mate: None (open to plotting!!)

Offspring: None

Group History: —

Character/Group Tracker: IN PROGRESS

Other:
Has an IMMENSE fear of large bodies of water, due to almost being drowned as a puppy
LOVES vanilla and peanut butter ice cream
In the colder months, his fur actually gets a little more fluffier
Always ready for a throwdown, piss him off enough and you WILL get the fangs
Can't stand uppity purebred types
LOVES listening to music, especially rock
HATES his mother, and will do anything to slander her

-(ALL INFO IS CURRENTLY BEING MOVED TO A GOOGLE DOCS FORMAT)