TDE Application Lorna

Skelts: (If accepted) 20
Status: Healthy
Main Effects: n/a
Side Effects: n/a

Name: Lorna
Age: 5 Years
Gender: Female
Breed: Keeshond
Rank: Hawker

 Personality:

Pros:

Friendly/Warm-hearted: Lorna is kind. She doesn’t have the mentally for fighting because although she knows a raider or other hostile infected would so no mercy, she can’t help but remember they probably used to be decent folk. She only fights when cornered and only until she can escape. With other Edeners, she works hard to be polite and include others.

Wary: It initially seems an odd positive trait, but in what the world has become, this trait can keep a dog alive. Although she will act friendly towards most, Lorna doesn’t take things at face value from unknown sources. She stays alert for varying information and threats. The same extends to unexampled things that happen out in the field.

Cons

Talkative: Her attempts to friendly tend to sometimes be thwarted by how much she talks. She usually has something to say and will try and push conversation with others. When she has something particularly interesting she wants to say, she tends to interrupt others (and subsequently apologize, but continue) or hold it in only to spill it out in a rush of words.

Jumpy: Her wariness can go too far and make her jumpy. Something insignificant will happen (or something purposeful by a laughing companion) that will send her dashing away or leaping to get away from the “danger.” Lorna gets particularly jumpy when there have been signs of “bad luck.” The keeshond is superstitious and takes seriously the old warnings to not break mirrors, when her lucky trinket is missing or walk under ladders.

History:

Early Years
Lorna had a very average beginning for an Edener dog. She was born within its safe confines and raised within the nursery until she was the age of apprenticeship. Her mother and father were an operator and radiohund respectively. They meet while speaking through their radios during missions and eventually a relationship blossomed. Growing up, Lorna knew nothing about the infected and only that life outside the nursery walls was hard. The parents who came to visit and a number of the furmothers and furfathers bared scars and wounds. Once she came of age and was told of the true nature of their world she initially couldn’t comprehend it. Nevertheless, she was eager to explore a world she had yet to see and make her own judgments…

Apprenticeship
It didn’t take the young keeshond long to discover what path she would apprentice in. She has neither the size nor mentality for fighting, yet wanted to journey out with convoys. Her few attempts at map making proved disastrous and her jumpiness and talkativeness made for a poor scowner and radiohund. Once apprenticed to an aging hawker, she found herself excelling in the field. Nothing prepared her for her first encounter with an infected. It was a vicious, blood poured from its mouth and wounds.
The creature caught her and her mentor off guard and separated them. Her mentor’s shouts of where to run were lost on her as blood pounded in her ears. Lorna couldn’t take her eyes from the horrid beast as it lunged for her. Fate smiled on her that day and her attacker’s paw caught in the wrappings of some trash. She caught only the quickly flash of bright pink and various threads before she came to her senses and ran back to the rest of the approaching convoy. Once the heavy scrapper within the group takes care of infected, the convoy travels out to where they had been before and that is where she finds the odd item that had saved her life. It was torn from what had happened.  Convinced it emits luck, she tucked it carefully within her pack.

Hawker
The years of being within the field have made the keeshond more sure-footed and alert. Lorna still cares the lucky trinket she found years ago within her pack everywhere she goes. Her belief in its abilities has spread to include other superstitions. She believes it is always better not to tempt fate. Taking special care to run and get a head start on an infected, she works hard to not allow what happened before to happen again. She takes pride in how long she has been a hawker.

Strengths:

Agility

Lorna is quick on her feet. Out in the field, she is more likely to run from a foe and out-maneuver them through the decaying city/obstacles. Included in this category is a surprisingly high jump for her size.

Intelligence/Resourcefulness

Lorna is as quick with her mind as she is on her feet. A hawker needs to be if they want to survive their missions. She is adept at using what is around her to outsmart enemies and to get to her forged goods.

Fluff

Her fluff gives her an advantage in the cold weather as it keeps her insolated. Also, her thick double coat helps protect her during damp weather.

Flaws/Weaknesses:

Fluff

In contrast to its use as an advantage, her fluff causes her pain during hot temperatures. Also, unless it is groomed regularly it has a tendency to knot and tangle. Excessive tangling can get her caught to object and slow her movements.

Strength/Size

Lorna is not a physically strong fighter. She has not the size to square off against a large raider dog nor does she have strength in her bites to pull off devastating moves.

Superstitious

Break a mirror and it’s said you’ll have bad luck. Most would chuckle and forget, but Lorna is not one of those dogs. The keeshound believes these omens and it can cause her to lose focus and obsess about it. Often, this revolves around her “lucky net.” The old remains of a dream catcher are something she found early on in her hawker days that she believes made the difference between living and dying. The object is always on her and if it is lost she is likely to become increasingly panicked.

Relationships: None at the moment

RP Example:

Post from of my character Katyusha the ninetales as she and a growlithe attempt to escape a burning forest:

Katyusha watched as the growlithe pulled himself agonizingly from under one of the fallen branches. Despite this mishap he appeared able to stand...and hopefully able to run. Already the fire type could feel her body beginning to show a few signs of fatigue. Her paws ached dully and a part of her mind whispered for her to lay down, to rest, but it was ignored wholly. The ninetales' breath was escaping her in small pants from her open mouth. This was no time to stop. The tree that had fallen had thrown up quite a bit of flames. If there was a way to walk around, it wasn't in obvious site...at least without walking right through flames. For Katyusha it was do-able, but for the fire type beside her she doubted it was.

"We better get around this branch before they leave us behind.."

He was right. The vulpine's blue eyes darting about their surroundings furiously as he mind worked the same speed to try and think of some solution, a safe path, a way out. She prided herself on being the rational sort. If a peaceful path was an option, she would gladly venture down it. Words and thoughts can be sharper than impulses and actions. However, for the moment the sharpness of the ninetales' graying tails would have to do. The time left to think had already passed.

In one swift swooshing motion the fox gathers all nine tails into one conformed shape. Once they are together all color leaked from their being. A new luster shone over the old as what was once flesh and fur condensed to be has hard as iron. Digging her claws into the soft earth Katyusha swings her body around and smashes her tails against the fallen tree. Against the main hulk of the tree it only makes a shallow indent. Several more attempts prove futile. At this rate her iron tail would tire her out before that trunk snapped!

"Damn it..."

The words escaped as a low growl under the vulpine's breath. Giving up on her frontal attack her tails once again relaxed and returned to their vibrant red hue. Almost on instinct her body moved, her claws finding a new purpose from holding her steady to kneading and scraping furiously at the ground below. There was more than one way to get around an obstacle. Dirt flung out behind the black and red fox as she dug. The soil proving soft enough and her actions furious enough to dislodge enough earth to bring hope back to her. After a few moments her hole was deep enough for her front half to fit in. If she could just fit through! Then she was sure the other fire type could! Desperate to complete her task, Katyusha shoves herself through the incomplete hole. Her form squirming to break free to the other side, but there was resistance.

"Nononononononono!" This was not the time to get stuck!!

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