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Date Completed [04/26/16]
>Modified [04/26/16] [Modified Rank and Stats. Image updated.]

= Personal Information =

Name: Riggan

~ Meaning: none that she knows of..

~ Pronunciation: However you can pronounce it is fine

~ Nicknames(s): Rigby, Riggs

Rank: Firefly

~ Descendant Line: Scavengers

Voice: Rooney Mara
~Rooneyooney
~ Rooooonononono

Theme Song:
~Mystery Skulls- Magic
~DNCE- Cake By The Ocean
~Mario- Let Me Love You (LeMarquis Remix)
~Sam Smith- Lay me Down (Flume Remix)
= Appearance Information =
Age:

2.5 years

Breed:

~ American Eskimo (Toy) xXx Miniature Husky

~ 50% Eskie // 50% Husky

Sex: Female
~Identifies as Genderfluid, because sometimes it's just a guy kind of day.
~Prefers they/them/their, but for the sake of simplicity, often just accepts the female pronoun

Eye Color:
A cool Iced blue with much darker blue pupils; the classic piercing eye.

Weight & Height:

~ Weight : 15lbs // 6.8kg

~ Height : 12in // 30cm

Build:

Small, but with slightly elongated proportions. Not exactly stocky, but for the most part built rather compact with plenty of lean muscle buried beneath the fluff.

Smell:

Riggan takes special effort to keep herself relatively undetectable. As such, they smell more like the environment around them; perhaps like old asphalt, or the musty smell of a rotting building.

Handicaps/Disabilities: N/A... for now....

= Personality Information =
Some might call her wild, and slightly unpredictable, but Riggan really just knows what she wants, and she knows how she wants to get it. However, her particular thought process might not be as straightforward as others would expect, and her attitude may be misinterpreted as naive. In truth, Riggan is highly intelligent, but has limited communication skills, making it nearly impossible for her to explain herself to another dog. Often she prefers to skip this step entirely, and will jump straight to the part where she drags her chosen victim into yet another hardly-planned misadventure.
An exploratory thing, she often finds herself in situations where wit alone won't be enough to save her. As such, with her oddly manipulative and friendly demeanor towards most others, she's learned to make as many allies as possible, keeping the most useful of them by her side at almost all times. Sadly, she isn't as loyal as one might expect, often choosing survival over friendship. Though it is largely hidden, Riggan is extremely shallow and unexpectedly calculative for someone with such an energetic and seemingly pleasing disposition. Once you find yourself in a position she cannot easily and safely rescue you from, she will jet, leaving behind the stench of apathy; you won't last much longer anyway, after all...

~ Nature: Adventurous

~ Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

~ Positive Traits: [Friendly][Adventurous][Crafty][Resourceful]

~ Negative Traits: [Shallow][Manipulative][Apathetic][R00d]

Greatest Strength:

Her brilliant mind and finely tuned Fight or Flight responses. It's gotten her out of more scrapes and tussles than she could count, and has kept her alive and thriving.

Greatest Weakness:

Being a rather untrustworthy person herself has led her to never place trust in someone. It just wouldn't make sense to her. This, added with her size and limited strength, has created a very distrustful dog. Therefore, it is rare that any of her relationships have any substance at all.

Soft Spot:

Flowers of any sort.

~Is it obvious?

It would be, if flora of any kind were more commonly found. Though if she happens to come across something special, she will defend it and hoard it.

~Do they hide it/How do they hide it

There is a secret place she likes to go where plants of all sort thrive and abound. She takes special precautions to care for this place, and rarely reveals it to anyone. She calls it her own personal Eden...

Optimist or Pessimist:

~Optimist

On the outside at least, Riggan is fearlessly hopeful for the world's eventually getting better. She looks on the bright side of things, happily slogging through the snow to find that one little pinprick of light in the darkness. Because hey, the light is always there, just waiting to be found. You just have to look for it.

Introvert or Extrovert:

~Extrovert

To keep up as many alliances as possible, one has to go out and experience other packmembers on an almost daily basis. This keeps you surrounded by protectors, and alive. What use is being shy?

Drives & Motives:

Riggan is driven by her instinct for survival. Her mother always told her, "No matter what, keep kicking. Do whatever it takes to take back this land and make it your own."
This is her mantra, and her code.

Pet Peeves:

When someone is just as crafty as she, and can see through her lies of friendship. This often presses her to prove them wrong and actually develop a genuine relationship with them, if only to somehow spite them? It doesn't need to make sense.

Mental Illness: N/A

= Stats =
Health (16): ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●
~Strength (12) : ●●●●●●●●●●●●
~ Dexterity (13) : ●●●●●●●●●●●●●
~ Intelligence (14) : ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●
~ Wisdom (14) : ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●
~ Constitution (17): ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●

Scavengers Decent Perks:
~ +2 to Constitution Stat
~ 1 Extra Tooth each month added to final count
Rank Perk:
~ Firefly +16 SP

= Background Information =
.Start of Life.
Riggan started life alone, being the chosen pup out of her mother's already dwindling litter. This was to be the 9 year old dog's last litter, and it was a poor one, at that. The others were sickly, toddling pups, and Aria, in her old age, was only producing enough milk to feed two at the very most. If she'd held on to them all, none would have survived... or so she told herself to make the process easier...
And so Riggan grew quickly. She never knew her father, having been told that he had "died of stupidity," by her mother. It was rare that he was ever mentioned in conversation, however, as Aria would rather focus her energy on teaching her sole survivor how to continue doing just that. Under Aria's swift guidance, Riggan learned to use her small size to her advantage. It was much easier to sneak up on prey when you were a small target yourself. On top of this, she also learned the power of human technology, though never once had she seen one. Her mother spoke of tall beings who walked only on their hind legs. They were easy prey for the parasites that seemed to prowl around every corner, and she herself was almost certain they had gone extinct. Their tools, however, remained fully intact and available for use. "We are all that remains," Her mother would say, "We have to use this to our advantage."
.Before the Pack.
Riggan traveled with her mother until the end of her days. The aging dog could no longer keep up with her young pup and decided one day, tired of constantly travelling, to settle in one place, hidden away until the cold claimed her. She had originally planned to sneak away while Riggan slept. She would be long gone by the time her daughter awoke... but Riggan didn't sleep that night; it was as if she just knew..
Another year had come and gone and Aria was still unable to evade her daughter's watchful eye. She knew she was slowing the both of them down, knew it was taking a toll on Riggan to have to hunt alone for the both of them. This had to stop, she knew, and soon the day came for Aria to teach her daughter one final lesson.
The day had started out like any other, but rather than beigin what had begun a ritual travel to the various hunting grounds around the city, Aria refused to move from her place beneath the dead vehicle they'd sheltered under the night before.
"I need you to survive. Forget me and forget everyone else. You cannot fail, not like the others." The old dog had snarled, repeating this over and over again. When Riggan did not immediately leave, she even went so far as to attack, mercilessly tearing out thick chunks of fur and flesh. As Aria watched her daughter flee from her seemingly hate-filled onslaught, she prayed to whatever gods might be up there that her words would be heeded.
.Coming to the Pack.
Riggan hadn't been physically hurt by her mother; a few bruises and scratches here and there, nothing more. But her emotions were all sorts of wounded. She couldn't seem to get over that reaction, and had often tried retracing her steps to find her mother. It took her months of searching before she finally gave up. She had to move onward, follow those last instructions as if they'd been the words spoken on Aria's deathbed. Survive. You cannot fail.
And so it was when she happened upon a rather small grouping of dogs that she decided to make a move. A wolfdog with an unwanted following? What's the harm in adding one more dog? Most of the mutts that were already there had never even noticed her arrival, she had slithered in among them so craftily. She kept up the appearance and the demeanor that she had always belonged in this motley pack of sorts. And thus began Riggan's life in the pack.

= Relationships =

Sexuality:

~ Bisexual, however prefers female company over male.

Status:

~ Open

~ Proud Owner of a Virginity

Looking For:

Six tits and a whole lot of attitude

.Mate.

Name of Character | Description of Relationship.

.Family.
Aria | Her mother and caretaker for the better part of her life. She borderline worshiped her.

Olivander | Her father. She knows nothing about him but what her mother had told her, and his name.

.Pack Mates.

1. Name of Character | Description of Relationship.

etc.

.Other.

1. Name of Character | Description of Relationship.

etc.

= Roleplay Example = Kodlak and Nyx havin' a conversation of sorts..

= Availability =

Timezone: what time zone do you live in?

Hours Available: It Varies throughout the month

Types of Availability: skype/comments please, but if notes are a must, then I shall.

Description

Date Completed [04/26/16]
>Modified [04/26/16] [Modified Rank and Stats. Image updated.]

= Personal Information =

Name: Riggan

~ Meaning: none that she knows of..

~ Pronunciation: However you can pronounce it is fine

~ Nicknames(s): Rigby, Riggs

Rank: Firefly

~ Descendant Line: Scavengers

Voice: Rooney Mara
~Rooneyooney
~ Rooooonononono

Theme Song:
~Mystery Skulls- Magic
~DNCE- Cake By The Ocean
~Mario- Let Me Love You (LeMarquis Remix)
~Sam Smith- Lay me Down (Flume Remix)
= Appearance Information =
Age:

2.5 years

Breed:

~ American Eskimo (Toy) xXx Miniature Husky

~ 50% Eskie // 50% Husky

Sex: Female
~Identifies as Genderfluid, because sometimes it's just a guy kind of day.
~Prefers they/them/their, but for the sake of simplicity, often just accepts the female pronoun

Eye Color:
A cool Iced blue with much darker blue pupils; the classic piercing eye.

Weight & Height:

~ Weight : 15lbs // 6.8kg

~ Height : 12in // 30cm

Build:

Small, but with slightly elongated proportions. Not exactly stocky, but for the most part built rather compact with plenty of lean muscle buried beneath the fluff.

Smell:

Riggan takes special effort to keep herself relatively undetectable. As such, they smell more like the environment around them; perhaps like old asphalt, or the musty smell of a rotting building.

Handicaps/Disabilities: N/A... for now....

= Personality Information =
Some might call her wild, and slightly unpredictable, but Riggan really just knows what she wants, and she knows how she wants to get it. However, her particular thought process might not be as straightforward as others would expect, and her attitude may be misinterpreted as naive. In truth, Riggan is highly intelligent, but has limited communication skills, making it nearly impossible for her to explain herself to another dog. Often she prefers to skip this step entirely, and will jump straight to the part where she drags her chosen victim into yet another hardly-planned misadventure.
An exploratory thing, she often finds herself in situations where wit alone won't be enough to save her. As such, with her oddly manipulative and friendly demeanor towards most others, she's learned to make as many allies as possible, keeping the most useful of them by her side at almost all times. Sadly, she isn't as loyal as one might expect, often choosing survival over friendship. Though it is largely hidden, Riggan is extremely shallow and unexpectedly calculative for someone with such an energetic and seemingly pleasing disposition. Once you find yourself in a position she cannot easily and safely rescue you from, she will jet, leaving behind the stench of apathy; you won't last much longer anyway, after all...

~ Nature: Adventurous

~ Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

~ Positive Traits: [Friendly][Adventurous][Crafty][Resourceful]

~ Negative Traits: [Shallow][Manipulative][Apathetic][R00d]

Greatest Strength:

Her brilliant mind and finely tuned Fight or Flight responses. It's gotten her out of more scrapes and tussles than she could count, and has kept her alive and thriving.

Greatest Weakness:

Being a rather untrustworthy person herself has led her to never place trust in someone. It just wouldn't make sense to her. This, added with her size and limited strength, has created a very distrustful dog. Therefore, it is rare that any of her relationships have any substance at all.

Soft Spot:

Flowers of any sort.

~Is it obvious?

It would be, if flora of any kind were more commonly found. Though if she happens to come across something special, she will defend it and hoard it.

~Do they hide it/How do they hide it

There is a secret place she likes to go where plants of all sort thrive and abound. She takes special precautions to care for this place, and rarely reveals it to anyone. She calls it her own personal Eden...

Optimist or Pessimist:

~Optimist

On the outside at least, Riggan is fearlessly hopeful for the world's eventually getting better. She looks on the bright side of things, happily slogging through the snow to find that one little pinprick of light in the darkness. Because hey, the light is always there, just waiting to be found. You just have to look for it.

Introvert or Extrovert:

~Extrovert

To keep up as many alliances as possible, one has to go out and experience other packmembers on an almost daily basis. This keeps you surrounded by protectors, and alive. What use is being shy?

Drives & Motives:

Riggan is driven by her instinct for survival. Her mother always told her, "No matter what, keep kicking. Do whatever it takes to take back this land and make it your own."
This is her mantra, and her code.

Pet Peeves:

When someone is just as crafty as she, and can see through her lies of friendship. This often presses her to prove them wrong and actually develop a genuine relationship with them, if only to somehow spite them? It doesn't need to make sense.

Mental Illness: N/A

= Stats =
Health (16): ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●
~Strength (12) : ●●●●●●●●●●●●
~ Dexterity (13) : ●●●●●●●●●●●●●
~ Intelligence (14) : ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●
~ Wisdom (14) : ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●
~ Constitution (17): ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●

Scavengers Decent Perks:
~ +2 to Constitution Stat
~ 1 Extra Tooth each month added to final count
Rank Perk:
~ Firefly +16 SP

= Background Information =
.Start of Life.
Riggan started life alone, being the chosen pup out of her mother's already dwindling litter. This was to be the 9 year old dog's last litter, and it was a poor one, at that. The others were sickly, toddling pups, and Aria, in her old age, was only producing enough milk to feed two at the very most. If she'd held on to them all, none would have survived... or so she told herself to make the process easier...
And so Riggan grew quickly. She never knew her father, having been told that he had "died of stupidity," by her mother. It was rare that he was ever mentioned in conversation, however, as Aria would rather focus her energy on teaching her sole survivor how to continue doing just that. Under Aria's swift guidance, Riggan learned to use her small size to her advantage. It was much easier to sneak up on prey when you were a small target yourself. On top of this, she also learned the power of human technology, though never once had she seen one. Her mother spoke of tall beings who walked only on their hind legs. They were easy prey for the parasites that seemed to prowl around every corner, and she herself was almost certain they had gone extinct. Their tools, however, remained fully intact and available for use. "We are all that remains," Her mother would say, "We have to use this to our advantage."
.Before the Pack.
Riggan traveled with her mother until the end of her days. The aging dog could no longer keep up with her young pup and decided one day, tired of constantly travelling, to settle in one place, hidden away until the cold claimed her. She had originally planned to sneak away while Riggan slept. She would be long gone by the time her daughter awoke... but Riggan didn't sleep that night; it was as if she just knew..
Another year had come and gone and Aria was still unable to evade her daughter's watchful eye. She knew she was slowing the both of them down, knew it was taking a toll on Riggan to have to hunt alone for the both of them. This had to stop, she knew, and soon the day came for Aria to teach her daughter one final lesson.
The day had started out like any other, but rather than beigin what had begun a ritual travel to the various hunting grounds around the city, Aria refused to move from her place beneath the dead vehicle they'd sheltered under the night before.
"I need you to survive. Forget me and forget everyone else. You cannot fail, not like the others." The old dog had snarled, repeating this over and over again. When Riggan did not immediately leave, she even went so far as to attack, mercilessly tearing out thick chunks of fur and flesh. As Aria watched her daughter flee from her seemingly hate-filled onslaught, she prayed to whatever gods might be up there that her words would be heeded.
.Coming to the Pack.
Riggan hadn't been physically hurt by her mother; a few bruises and scratches here and there, nothing more. But her emotions were all sorts of wounded. She couldn't seem to get over that reaction, and had often tried retracing her steps to find her mother. It took her months of searching before she finally gave up. She had to move onward, follow those last instructions as if they'd been the words spoken on Aria's deathbed. Survive. You cannot fail.
And so it was when she happened upon a rather small grouping of dogs that she decided to make a move. A wolfdog with an unwanted following? What's the harm in adding one more dog? Most of the mutts that were already there had never even noticed her arrival, she had slithered in among them so craftily. She kept up the appearance and the demeanor that she had always belonged in this motley pack of sorts. And thus began Riggan's life in the pack.

= Relationships =

Sexuality:

~ Bisexual, however prefers female company over male.

Status:

~ Open

~ Proud Owner of a Virginity

Looking For:

Six tits and a whole lot of attitude

.Mate.

Name of Character | Description of Relationship.

.Family.
Aria | Her mother and caretaker for the better part of her life. She borderline worshiped her.

Olivander | Her father. She knows nothing about him but what her mother had told her, and his name.

.Pack Mates.

1. Name of Character | Description of Relationship.

etc.

.Other.

1. Name of Character | Description of Relationship.

etc.

= Roleplay Example = Kodlak and Nyx havin' a conversation of sorts..

= Availability =

Timezone: what time zone do you live in?

Hours Available: It Varies throughout the month

Types of Availability: skype/comments please, but if notes are a must, then I shall.