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Current Skelts: 20

Green bullets are for Dylan, Red bullets are for her alternate personality Max. [Dylan is dominant, Max is almost a rare sighting.]

Current Status: Healthy

RP Art:
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Name:
:bulletgreen: Dylan
:bulletred: [&Max]

Age: 2 Years
Breed: Doberman mix
Gender: Female
Rank: Hawker (Convoy)

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Personality:
:bulletgreen: [Quiet] [Technical] [Reserved] [Sweet]
:bulletred: [Sadistic] [Sarcastic] [Irritable] [Outgoing]

:bulletgreen: Dylan is a sweet dog, she enjoys helping otherss quietly, and looks for nothing in return. She works well in groups because she enjoys teamwork more than anything. She's curious by nature and enjoys problem solving. She's quiet, howwever, not talking usually unless she feels the need to or is talked to by someone else. She doesn't take risks.
:bulletred: Max, however, is her dual personality that is usually dormant. Usually. Max is rambunctious, a risk taker. She won't hesitate to jump into something, whether it be a fight or an argument. She's sarcastic and has a dark sense of humor, and is irritated easily. she's loud, but not obnoxious. Max is violent and doesn't take bullshit from anyone. She comes out when Dylan is scared or extremely angry.

History:

:bulletgreen: Dylan was born in Eden. She's been hanging out around the Mask Maker's shop a lot. While she doesn't have the talent to make masks, she enjoys watching them be made. She has no idea where her father is, and hates him for leaving her mother. She gives no fucks if it's because he died or if because he's an ass. No fucks.
:bulletred: Max appeared when Dylan was only one year old. Nobody really knows why, one day Dylan started calling herself Max and was starting fights with all the other yearlings. Dylan had to learn to control Max, and Max has learned some self control since then.

Strengths:
:bulletgreen: [Analyzing] [Speed] [Social Etiquette]
:bulletred: [Unpredictability] [Speed] [Energy]
Flaws:
:bulletgreen: [Hesitance] [Size] [Max]
:bulletred: [Rash] [Violent Nature] [Sadistic]

Likes:
:bulletgreen: [Rules] [Peace] [Adventuring] [Gas Masks]
:bulletred: [Discord] [Arguing, etc] [Adventuring] [Gas Masks]
Dislikes:
:bulletgreen: [Max] [Discord] [Staying Inside] [Obnoxious Dogs]
:bulletred: [Boredom] [Obnoxious Dogs] [

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RP Example:

||The doors opened much too slowly. Dylan was bouncing in anticipation, looking side to side at the other convoy members. How were they not excited? Holy shit, her first time outside. She was grinning like an idiot, tail wagging. She barely heard the freakishly loud "MOVE OUT!" shouted to the convoy before she was leaving a trail of fire out into the wild land of open skies. Her gas mask was a thing of beauty- not the most creative design, but she was in love with it nonetheless. She bounded on her feet. Everyone else was so freakishly large. She felt so out of place. Stupid doberman father, making her short shit. Her gaze lifted to the sky, which was parched and cloudless, the sun searing down and leaving waves in the air. Her eyes traced the trails of clouds in wonder. There was nothing she wanted more then to be right there. She grinned at another Hawker, who looked almost as excited as she did. She could feel Max jumping for joy somewhere inside her, too. That made her smile. She'd done something they could both agree on.
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After having to rewrite the rp sample like six times I'm really done with it OTL
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