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I apologize for the short reply since I'm trying to get this out before i head to work.

Elizabeth x Felix
YES!! I love his happy-go-lucky personality. I can definitely seeing them being friends.


Annie x Bran

I'm down for that! He seems like a really cool character

Name: Tristan

Link to Bio: here

Age: 2 Years Old

Gender: Male

Breed: [Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever x (Golden Retriever x Labrador Retriever)] X [Norwegian Elkhound x Flat-Coated Retriever]

Affiliation: Rogue

Family:
Parents: Paxton (father, alive), Katell (mother, deceased)
Siblings: Annie (sister, alive), two unnamed deceased siblings
Half-Siblings: None
Mate: N/A
Children: N/A
Other Family Members: None

Appearance:
Fur Color: Red/White
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 25 inches
Weight: 40 lbs
Scars: None

Health:
Physically: Healthy
Mentally: Great

Image Set: N/A

Theme Songs: TBA

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Of Kings And Queens with Juniper

He noticed her looking down, and took a step or two away from her, putting more space in between them. Not that he was going to hurt her -- he was too much of a gentleman for that, even if he was a flirt most of the time -- but obviously she didn’t know that. They didn’t know the first thing about each other and it was understandable if she was nervous. Experience had taught him that you couldn’t really trust anyone, though he at least made some attempts to trust others. It was bound to be different for a female though, considering there were tons of unsavory males in the world.

“It’s alright,” he replied, for lack of better words. “I’ve been mistaking for others once or twice before.” Although those occasions hadn’t always turned out well. He supposed it was better than someone looking for him, which had happened and that hadn’t been good either.

So she was looking for a dog that looked like her, more than one actually, as she mentioned her mom and sister. Shouldn’t be too hard to find a dog like that in this place, though he hadn’t a clue where to begin to look. Someone with more experience in this town would likely know where most dogs congregated. “I can’t say I’ve seen anyone else that looks like you here, but then again, I haven’t been here long. Just arrived here myself recently.”

He hesitated before asking, "If you don't mind me asking -- and you certainly don't have to -- but how did you get separated?" He'd understand if she didn't want to talk about it. He didn't like to think about how he and Annie got separated, of that night. But if the setter told him what'd happened, maybe that would give them an idea of where the missing family members would be.

She told him her name, albeit stammering a bit. “Juniper. That’s pretty name. Well Junie, It’s nice to meet you,” He said with a smile, and couldn’t resist giving her a bow, if only to try and make her smile. He could almost hear the scoff his sister would make if she was here. Show-off, she would say. “I’m Tristan.”

Elizabeth’s ears dropped back slightly when he mentioned his siblings. At least he’d recently seen his siblings, unlike her, who hadn’t seen them in a year. She had no idea if they were still alive, or if they’d too left home. But that was her fault, she had to admit. She was the one who chose to leave home, the one who just couldn’t wait to explore everything beyond her small town. But she also didn’t have anyone to tell her what and what not to do either. She wasn’t quite sure if that was a fair trade-off or not. "I'm not quite sure where my siblings went. I haven't seen them in a long time." She paused for a moment before continuing on, her tone taking on a brighter tone. She didn't want to think about sad things like that right now. "But maybe I'll see them again someday! I mean, you never know."

He mentioned a town called NewWaif. She tilted her head, trying to remember if she’d passed through there or not. Then again, she couldn’t remember which way she’d come from, and she had a horrible sense of direction regardless. How many times had she snuck out of her puphood home and gotten lost? Too many times to count, at least. "Don't think I've ever been there," she commented. "It sounds nice though. Back home, it's not so nice. There's a bunch of packs there and they're always fighting. I suppose that's one good thing about being on your own: you don't have to deal with that. It was nice being with Mom and my siblings though. But everyone's gotta set off on their own, and that's what I did." She couldn't help but end her statement with a nod. She still wasn't entirely confident about her decision to leave, but she could at least act like she was.

At least he didn't seem to mind her chattering, which was a relief. She didn't really want to scare away the only company she had, even if they'd just met. Her eyes couldn't help but travel upward to his ears as he mentioned them. He does have big ears, she thought, though she was too polite to agree. Bet he can hear really well.

Her own ears pricked forward as he said something about buildings. Exploring them did sound like fun. "That sounds like fun!" She replied, bounding ahead of him, her tail wagging excitedly. "I have to say, I've never been inside a two-legger building. Mom always warned us to not go near them." Then again, she did have a hard time following the rules her mother set out for them. And her mother never said anything about not going near them when you had company. Not to mention, she hadn't seen any humans around so it must be safe to explore.

Not a very creative title, but whatever.


Elizabeth - Joyful, happy, talkative (sometimes), sweet Elizabeth. She's going to go blind somewhere around 3 so just keep that in mind.

Love - She's young and somewhat naive, so I could see her falling head over heels for someone once she gets to know them. Or really, just fall head over heels in general before thinking it through.

Enemies - Let's face it, with how talkative she can get, I can see her making some enemies. Or really, just her making someone mad in general. Or someone could betray her trust, and then she'll hunt them down because you don't do that and get away with it. Throw whatever at her.

Friends - ALL THE FRIENDS! Seriously though, she needs friends. She's in a new place, without any family there, so friends would be welcome. It might take her awhile before she trusts someone, but once she does, they'll have a friend for life.

She's really open to anything, so bring it on!


Tristan - 

Love - Flings/long-term relationships, whatever you want, he's open to it. It'll take a while for him to come around to the idea of a long-term relationship since he's got some issues. But he's got no issues with having flings, him being a.... Romeo/Casanova/whatever-you-want-to-call-him. He loves kids though. Has to be a long-term relationship with that though, 'cause he's not going to want to ditch his kids and will actually want to be part of their lives.

Enemies - This boy's got no filter. He's bound to make enemies at some point. He won't say no to a fight, and won't hesitate getting into one just to prove that he's right or that he's not a coward. Not to mention that he's got a big ego.

Friends - He might be a big-mouthed flirt, but that doesn't mean he can't have friends. He likes looking out for the little people, the ones that need help.


Annie - Tristan's long-lost sister. Neither of them know the other is in Graycott.

Enemies - Annie can be sarcastic, which is bound to make her some enemies at some point. Not to mention that she really doesn't like idiots and she'll point out if you're being a hypocrite or if you're wrong. In short, she's brutally honest. Also, don't boss her around. She won't like that. She's not a pushover.

Love - She's extremely awkward around guys considering her brother tried his best to keep them away from her. So she's never really figured out how to interact with them. But she's open to a possible relationship. She doesn't do flings, so it would have to be a long-term deal.

Friends - She's deeply loyal to those she calls friends, and wants to see the good in others.

Tristan stepped carefully into the mansion, his nails clicking softly on the tile. This place was very quiet, albeit unusual to a dog who was used to a bustling town. Ears pricked, he listened for any sounds that would indicate someone else was there. Hearing nothing, he continued on. He couldn’t quite explain what drove him to this place, but he supposed his reasoning didn’t matter. There wasn’t anyone else here to question it. But the silence made him long for his long-absent sister. If she was here, she would've bounded into the place without a care in the world. As much as he tried to be carefree, he couldn't. Pessimism was set in too deep for that.

The red and white dog’s tail swished lightly as he ventured deeper. He stopped in front of a portrait on the wall, head tilted. Why would humans have a picture of themselves on a wall? But then, the actions of humans had never been a concern to him. They were strange creatures, not worth his time. Besides, Alice had pounded into her adopted children’s heads that they should never go near a human, that they’d do evil things to dogs.

With a snort, he moved on, pausing in front of the staircase. The retriever mix studied it for a minute, trying to determine whether it would hold his weight or not. It looked sturdy enough, as did much of the inside of the mansion, but one never knew. He shrugged and placed a paw on the first step as a test. It creaked beneath his weight, spooking him. He backed up as far as he could, tail tucked beneath him. He did not want to go near something that creaked. He liked floors not crumbling underneath him, thank you very much.