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_______________▽ ▼___ Hey there! Call me Arr-arff! Bark! Ruffruff. ( Fao-Fao, Yah, i know = __ =;; )
_______________▽ ▼___ Can't you tell? I'm obviously a Ruff! ( Male! )
_______________▽ ▼___ Ah ha ha... Yes, I just so happen to be Raooo?? ( Whaa?? )
_______________▽ ▼___ You've likely seen me around; afterall, I'm the Waf waf! ( Blacksmith Assistant! )
_______________▽ ▼___ My age? Don't know why you really care, but I'm Ruff-rroooo! ( Twenty-Two )
_______________▽ ▼___ The best time of the year? Well of course it would be Bark! Barkbark! ( Fall the 10th )
_______________▽ ▼___ Oh! How could I forget one of the most important things? I live in Ruff ruff. ( Monotone Springs. )
_______________▽ ▼___ Promise you won't egg me or play ding-dong ditch? In that case, I live in Arrroorrroo. ( The Blacksmith shop )
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_______________▽ ▼___ Come here, come close! I have a story to be told!
:: Ah! It's about time someone tried to listen to me! You have to understand that I was not born like this! I came into this world a normal human boy like the rest of you! What =__=;; why are you leaving? Wait, come back! Really, just listen to me!
I was born in a small town to a lovely woman and her flakey husband. I was actually christened "Alexander Avery Fjord," not Faolan. That name was given to me later, by that idiot. Anyway. I lead as happy a childhood as any, my mother worked hard and my father really didn't do much of anything except order my mother around when ever he possibly could. He was a douche and i very much disliked him, especially when he got bored and angry sometimes and decided that hurting me "in order to toughen me up" was a good idea. Growing up, i was one of those children who spent more time outdoors running around than inside. I adored everything from the grass to the trees and exploring was my favourite game. I spent forever running about the forest, climbing trees and finding little nooks to investigate.
I suppose none of this really matters to you. Things happened, i grew older, and as i did, i continued exploring. When i was 16; thats when the story really starts. I went too far one day and stumbled upon something that i shouldn't have. To this day I'm not sure what i found, she appeared to me as an old broken woman cloaked in black rags, but she didn't feel as such. A witch? Perhaps. A demon seems likely as well. Whatever she was, she was not pleased to be interrupted by a boy, especially a curious one like me. That's how i ended up as i am now: furry with paws and unable to speak.
The witch woman hag lady disappeared. All trace of her gone from the forest. No matter how long and how far I searched, she was gone. When i returned to my home, my parents treated me as they would any wild animal from the forest. Have you ever had your own mother beat you with a broom? At 16 it really hurts. I couldn't stay there, not with the people i used to call friends chasing me out of town at every opportunity, and since the only fix i could see was to track down that Hag so that i could get her to reverse this curse she put on me ( if thats even what it is. ) This is when my journey began, i suppose. This was the first time i'd ever been away from home for any length of time; when i spent time at the neighbours house for a night i still felt home sick! It was frightening at first, i was lost for the most part and didn't know what to do, not to mention how frustrating everything was, and still is.
I spent years searching for that Hag, and as i grew older, i began to realize that my search would never bear fruit. My cause was a lost one, and that i would be forever like this. It was ... depressing. I laid on the edge of the road brooding for days, maybe weeks. Coming to terms with my situation was a lot harder than i had ever thought it would be. That's when i had the misfortune of crossing paths with one ( fail ) blacksmith named Reese. Although i didn't know it at the time, this meeting would prove the to be the start of many headaches to come. Whether it was because he's an idiot, or because he felt bad for me, Reese ended up dragging me back with him to Monotone Springs.
That's where i've been ever since and to this day i have not figured out why i stay. There isn't anything keeping me here, but if i do go, Reese would destroy himself and the shop, i'm sure. So here i stay, making sure that the idiot i look after doesn't die. That's my story. ::
_______________▽ ▼___ Er... Well, I'm not sure how you would descirbe my personality. I'll do my best though!
:: How do you even describe how you are? Aside from being a four legged animal that requires another to fetch his food and water and is forced to piss in the front yard? I think i'm a rather responsible person, as seen in my ability to care for the blacksmith shop even though i have no opposable thumbs. I could list off all of my good qualities if you want to hear them but i doubt they contain any relevance to anything you need to know. I think... to get along with me, you simply need to show me some respect. It goes a long way, you know, and it's the basis for many things. Good enough? ::
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_______________▽ ▼___ Do I look fat? The last time I checked the scale, I was Raoooo ( 148lbs )
_______________▽ ▼___ Place me next to a ruler, and it will say I'm arrooroo ruff ruff rooo. Barkbark waf! ( About 29 inches at the shoulder. 6'1" from muzzle to tip of tail. )
_______________▽ ▼___ What else have I done to myself? Arrr. Arraaooor. ( Nada. Got a leather collar though. )
_______________▽ ▼___ You want to get on my good side? Easy! Give me these! Bark! ( Attention. ) Barkbark! ( People Food. ) Ruuf rufruf! ( Being free. )
_______________▽ ▼___ But blegh; I'd rather not recieve any of these... grrrrrrrr ( Idiots. ) *snort* ( Other Animals. ) BARK!! ( Being tied up. )
_______________▽ ▼___ Shh, shh! Don't tell anyone! I'm truly afriad of aarrroo.... ( Being stuck like this forever. )
_______________▽ ▼___ When you get to know someone, you should know their favourite colour, right? Mine just so happens to be saddlebrown
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