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Jaime

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Four • Female • Dog • Shetland Sheepdog • Loner
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PERSONALITY |

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Jaime is cunning, she is smart, and quick on her feet, the female will make you think twice if she wants to confuse you. It’s a skill that comes in handy when she is in danger. She is also a flirt, she has a tendency to flirt with the males, it’s what her mom trained her to do.
Jaime is caring, if there is someone in need of help, and means no harm to her, than she will most likely help you out. Another thing is that she is very outgoing; she's a daredevil and will do everything that she can to keep herself and her loved ones, safe and sound. She really truly falls in “love” very quickly so most everyone she meets gets to be on her loved ones, list. Sometimes she is regretful and she gets upset thinking of how she could change herself to make her life better. She is a teddy bear, cuddly, she's a rather affectionate dog to her loved ones she very much enjoys cuddles and kisses and to curl up, she doesn’t like the empty, lonely feeling of being by herself. The last very stand-outish about Jaim’s is that she is very vicious when she wants to be, such as in times of danger, or during a hunt.

• likes
- Having a friend with her.
- The sun.
• dislikes
- Being lonely.
- Thunderstorms.
• goals
- To raise a successful family.
• fears
- Death
• strengths
- Being quiet, and stalking.
- Hiding
- Swimming
• weaknesses
- Males.
- Running.
- Her history.
• mental disorders
- None.

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Jaime is a small female shetland sheepdog, therefore she has a long, thick fur coat that surrounds her year long, her tail is plumed all the way down and her whole body is covered with feathering. The only white on her body is her chest and her fron paws the rest is covered with various shades of brown. She has a thin, long muzzle with a black nose and warm brown eyes that make the boys melt all over. Her ears perk in moods of direct tension, but flop when she relaxes, creating a more, casual appearance. She is abnormally small for her breed, even in full height, due to a genetic weakness her mother had her whole life. When she is sad her faithful eyes turn green, like a cat’s eye.

• height |
13 inches
• weight
13 pounds
• fur colour |
Various Shades of Brown, and occasional white markings.
• eye colour |
Hazel/ Green.
• scars |
None.
• noticeable features |
Large eyes and abnormal size.
• physical disorders |

None
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Jaime was born in a dark alley, by her thin, mother who had been a stray for only a couple months. Her mother was an agility dog, spoiled to the core, never allowed to have fun. So one day, when she was suppose to be going potty like a good girl, she snuck out, running as fast as she could. She started regretting it that night, when the sun went down, and it began to snow. Leaving her hungry, thirsty and freezing cold, until, a small male dog much like herself, gave her a meal and a warm cozy home, also, a fun night alone. After that night, he helped her find a den of her own and taught her how to hunt. After he left her, she had a litter of two puppies, one dead. She treated her new daughter with the respect and honor that her human had given her as a small pup. She looked at the pup with faith, that she would be special, and she was. She caught on to hunting very quickly, and she was so smart it was almost unreal. But her mother had learned that without friends she would not survive, so she taught her how to flirt and be likable. One day thoughm during training of Jaime, a small figure loomed around the corner, her mother went to check it out and never came back. Jaime was pretty sure her mother was dead.

• season born |
Summer
• place of birth |
Unknown
• family |
N/A
• memorable events |
Her mothers death.

SAMPLE | [/font]

Blue Belle scuttled around in her home, her body aching with every movement she made. Her ribs stuck almost out of her body, she ran out of dog food. She now realized that she was going to have to go outside and hunt. Yuck. She knew how, she watched her father do it many times before he left her. Belly sighed and walked out the doggy door, it was the first time she had left the safety of her home since her parents had left, she always went to the bathroom in the cats litter boxes. She whined when she felt the damp morning grass touch her delicate paw pads. She licked her chops in hunger. Without a second thought she took her next few steps in a soft trot.

She walked into the yard and scanned the horizan of the many rows of yards, she didn't want to go further than her block, unless she had to. Blue Bell spotted movent in the distance of her neighbors yard, a bird, not big enough to be appetizing or to even make a dent in her hunger. She wouldnt be able to catch it anyway. Her stomach growled in a fierce uproar causing her body to tremble in pain. Tears strolled down the femme's face and she let out a series of sobs. Her body went limp and she was forced to lay down. She licked the dew from the grass, quenching a bit of her thirst. In the heat of the moment she slowly began wrapping her bubble gum pink tongue around pieces of grass and pulling them into her mouth as a cow would. It didnt taste good, but it settled her stomach.

With her saliva tinted green, and the pain in her bones beginning to ease, she got up and walked around, licking the droplets of water from the fresh green grass, and eating bugs that she found hidden in the thik luschious plant. She panted letting her tongue stained green, dangle mid- way out her mouth. She had more energy now, but she was still so hungry. Step after step she would stop and sniff, searching for any trace of a scent, wether it be prey, or another dog. She wanted to be aware of her surroundings, but other than the musky smell of rats, there was no scent to be smelled.

With the area clear she moved to the front of the house where she quickly spotted a baby rabbit sitting infront of her home, back facing her, and wind in Blue Belles favor. She shot out of her fur and grabbed the rabbit, pinning it to the ground and blocking the nescesary airways. She waited for the animals heartbeat to stop as she sent a silent prayer of thanks to the bunny for norishing her body. She scarfed the small creature down, fur and meat, organs too, only leaving a pile of bones, she picked a flower and layed it ontop of her mound. As a memorial to her first wild meal. Her somach quickly reacted to the sudden amount of food and caused her to hack all of her food up with a squeal and another sob.
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