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Name: Hobbes
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Orientation: ???

Breed: Large Munsterlander
Weight: 61 lbs
Height: 24 inches at shoulder

Family: Ember (sister)

Faction: Farm
Notoriety Level: Nobody
Job: Plot Guardian
Council Rank:
Personality:

compassionate . earnest . obedient . skeptical . cowardly . forgetful . troublesome

Hobbes has always been a soft-hearted gal with an eye for the stars. Her heart is compassionate and dreamy, and while her early experiences may have hindered her sense of adventure and trust, she tries not to let that stop her too much. She's incredibly devoted to her current family and her position on their farm, never going a day without making sure things are kept cared for and cleaned up. Obedient might be the best word for it, but Hobbes would argue that she owes it to Sam and her boys for her freedom on the farm and the belly of food she gets at the end of the day. Her life is all wrapped up in a neat little bow in her eyes, and she's easily prone to panic if her routine is disrupted. Part of that might be her paranoia for losinng what she has, but her underlying fear has to do with disappointing her owners somehow. It's never taken very much to redirect Hobbes's attention or correct wrong behavior, but she still worries she's not truly as good a farm dog as her sister claims her to be.

Maybe it has to do with her habit of forgetting to check that the pens are closed, or for knocking over the chicken feed when thunder is a touch too loud. Whatever the case is for her doubts about herself, Hobbes tries to compensate by doing more than her fair share of work on any given day. She's resourceful and dedicated with this part of her life, and sometimes Hobbes forgets to just be a care-free dog because of it.

It's not hard to figure out early on that Hobbes is a homebody, as the slightest mention of stepping foot outside their family's acreage makes her hairs stand on end and her eyes go white in the corners. The fear of getting lost, or hurt or being put in the pound rules Hobbes, and her cowardly nature shows brightest when in the face of new experiences. So while she might not actively seek adventure beyond the family's home, she sure can find it within. Hobbes's has a collection of favourite spots on the property where she buries all sorts of odds and ends, as well as old buildings that serve as her getaways when she's done work for the day or is avoiding a trip to the city. If someone is in need of Hobbes, she'll be there- so long as she doesn't have to leave the farmstead, that is.

Backstory:

Originally born to a pair of showdogs beyond the city of Canidale, Hobbes and her siblings were to be sold as purebreds to keep on the family tradition of showmanship. But with the intentions came disagreements between the families of the mother and father, the humans each wanting different things for the puppies who were barely a month old at the time. The arguments about who they would be sold to and at what price, to who and where would often leave their mother a nervous mess, and at one point she no longer allowed the handler of the father of her children to come near her. She'd always said he was quite rude, and Hobbes vaguely remembers the early mornings where her mother would speak to them about their future. About how they might find themselves in the arms of a loving girl or on the podium in front of a crowd. It was a mighty fine fantasty for a brood of pups whose whole world lie in those stories, but the reality they faced was one much less colourful when they came of age to be sold as originally planned. Out of the five, Hobbes's two brothers had sold first to the same young man. He talked sweetly and smelled of cigar smoke and cider, but his hand was kind and Hobbes would recognize him as the boy who often puppysat during their earliest weeks.

Next was her sister, the second oldest to an elderly woman who smelled too heavily of perfume and had an odd whittle in her voice. Hobbes didn't much care for her, nor the woman with her. "She'll be a lovely lap dog," Hobbes heard her mother's master say. "A bit big, but lovely nonetheless."

Finally it was Hobbes's turn, as her eldest sister September was to remain with the family and carry on their mother's title after she retired. Hobbes was sold to a hunter, his hands were calloused and hard but he spoke with such grace that Hobbes melted like putty against his leg, and he admired her greatly- she was able to tell from his eyes. But if that admiration was for her breed or the money spent, it was lost on her young mind. She was exchanged, and she had left the home and her last sibling behind for a life of wilderness and gunfire.

It was quick to note however that Hobbes was not fond of the life her new master lead; she was nervous and afraid of everything he showed her, from the ducks she was to hunt to the guns she was to ignore. Those nerves had hindered her, and the man's gentle intentions had turned more frustrated the longer Hobbes refused to chase birds or stay quiet when the gunpowder popped. In truth, all of it scared her. Her mother had never spoken of a life such as that one! She was supposed to be pampered and adored by her handlers, not yelled at and scared into hiding under a dingy truck. In her short life, Hobbes had decided she loathed the man greatly, and one day when her collar had been grabbed a touch too roughly, Hobbes bit him.

What happened after she didn't quite remember, only that she woke up in her old bed with her mother laying nearbye and her old master speaking in fierce tongues with her mother's. After that, she had watched as the hunter drove off in his truck and never returned.

For a short while Hobbes had stayed with her former family, but the memories of her time there are spotty at best. One day September had come to visit as her mother explained September had gone to the daughter of a close friend of the family to stay at a farm in the city of Canidale. Hobbes didn't understand it, but it apparently had something to do with the fact September was the perfect hunting dog and not at all fit to be a showdog! She should have been sent with the man, Hobbes thought, but when September arrived with a smile on her face and a stout ginger woman holding her lead, Hobbes didn't really blame her for not being picked by the ugly-handed hunter. She quite liked the woman too, and the biscuits she'd brought with were better than anything Hobbes had before. It was easy to fall in love with someone so kind, and it was even easier to cling to her sister and her warm-hearted handler in fear of being sold to another rude man.

Fate might not have dealt her good cards in the beginning, but Ember and Hobbes's bond was clear as day during the red-haired woman's stay, and eventually Hobbes and her sister had overheard the woman speaking to their mother's master about leaving. "Oh, I don't want you to go... you could stay! We could stay with Momma and play together all the time," she'd said. But her sister had laughed and nudged her shoulder, pointing her nose to a well kept truck that sat in the driveway with its engine sputtering to a start.

"Or you could come with us," she had replied, and the dots connected for the young pup. "I think Sam took a liking to you, anyways. She was saying she needed a dog to keep her hens safe... does that sound fun to you?"

It was a done-deal when Hobbes watched the woman known as Sam and her mother's handler shake hands, and her favourite lead and toys being exchanged from one to the other.

Ever since then she's been a part of Semptember's family, caring for Sam's hens and rabbits and badgering her sister about her adventures with Sam's sons on their hunting trips.
Group History: tbd

Other:- Overly fond of all things cheese flavored.
- Loud, sudden noises startle her very easily.
- Not comfortable with most strangers, but will still try to be polite.

Description

INACTIVE
playlist . tracker . relationships
application art by FVKKAT , design by me

Name: Hobbes
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Orientation: ???

Breed: Large Munsterlander
Weight: 61 lbs
Height: 24 inches at shoulder

Family: Ember (sister)

Faction: Farm
Notoriety Level: Nobody
Job: Plot Guardian
Council Rank:
Personality:

compassionate . earnest . obedient . skeptical . cowardly . forgetful . troublesome

Hobbes has always been a soft-hearted gal with an eye for the stars. Her heart is compassionate and dreamy, and while her early experiences may have hindered her sense of adventure and trust, she tries not to let that stop her too much. She's incredibly devoted to her current family and her position on their farm, never going a day without making sure things are kept cared for and cleaned up. Obedient might be the best word for it, but Hobbes would argue that she owes it to Sam and her boys for her freedom on the farm and the belly of food she gets at the end of the day. Her life is all wrapped up in a neat little bow in her eyes, and she's easily prone to panic if her routine is disrupted. Part of that might be her paranoia for losinng what she has, but her underlying fear has to do with disappointing her owners somehow. It's never taken very much to redirect Hobbes's attention or correct wrong behavior, but she still worries she's not truly as good a farm dog as her sister claims her to be.

Maybe it has to do with her habit of forgetting to check that the pens are closed, or for knocking over the chicken feed when thunder is a touch too loud. Whatever the case is for her doubts about herself, Hobbes tries to compensate by doing more than her fair share of work on any given day. She's resourceful and dedicated with this part of her life, and sometimes Hobbes forgets to just be a care-free dog because of it.

It's not hard to figure out early on that Hobbes is a homebody, as the slightest mention of stepping foot outside their family's acreage makes her hairs stand on end and her eyes go white in the corners. The fear of getting lost, or hurt or being put in the pound rules Hobbes, and her cowardly nature shows brightest when in the face of new experiences. So while she might not actively seek adventure beyond the family's home, she sure can find it within. Hobbes's has a collection of favourite spots on the property where she buries all sorts of odds and ends, as well as old buildings that serve as her getaways when she's done work for the day or is avoiding a trip to the city. If someone is in need of Hobbes, she'll be there- so long as she doesn't have to leave the farmstead, that is.

Backstory:

Originally born to a pair of showdogs beyond the city of Canidale, Hobbes and her siblings were to be sold as purebreds to keep on the family tradition of showmanship. But with the intentions came disagreements between the families of the mother and father, the humans each wanting different things for the puppies who were barely a month old at the time. The arguments about who they would be sold to and at what price, to who and where would often leave their mother a nervous mess, and at one point she no longer allowed the handler of the father of her children to come near her. She'd always said he was quite rude, and Hobbes vaguely remembers the early mornings where her mother would speak to them about their future. About how they might find themselves in the arms of a loving girl or on the podium in front of a crowd. It was a mighty fine fantasty for a brood of pups whose whole world lie in those stories, but the reality they faced was one much less colourful when they came of age to be sold as originally planned. Out of the five, Hobbes's two brothers had sold first to the same young man. He talked sweetly and smelled of cigar smoke and cider, but his hand was kind and Hobbes would recognize him as the boy who often puppysat during their earliest weeks.

Next was her sister, the second oldest to an elderly woman who smelled too heavily of perfume and had an odd whittle in her voice. Hobbes didn't much care for her, nor the woman with her. "She'll be a lovely lap dog," Hobbes heard her mother's master say. "A bit big, but lovely nonetheless."

Finally it was Hobbes's turn, as her eldest sister September was to remain with the family and carry on their mother's title after she retired. Hobbes was sold to a hunter, his hands were calloused and hard but he spoke with such grace that Hobbes melted like putty against his leg, and he admired her greatly- she was able to tell from his eyes. But if that admiration was for her breed or the money spent, it was lost on her young mind. She was exchanged, and she had left the home and her last sibling behind for a life of wilderness and gunfire.

It was quick to note however that Hobbes was not fond of the life her new master lead; she was nervous and afraid of everything he showed her, from the ducks she was to hunt to the guns she was to ignore. Those nerves had hindered her, and the man's gentle intentions had turned more frustrated the longer Hobbes refused to chase birds or stay quiet when the gunpowder popped. In truth, all of it scared her. Her mother had never spoken of a life such as that one! She was supposed to be pampered and adored by her handlers, not yelled at and scared into hiding under a dingy truck. In her short life, Hobbes had decided she loathed the man greatly, and one day when her collar had been grabbed a touch too roughly, Hobbes bit him.

What happened after she didn't quite remember, only that she woke up in her old bed with her mother laying nearbye and her old master speaking in fierce tongues with her mother's. After that, she had watched as the hunter drove off in his truck and never returned.

For a short while Hobbes had stayed with her former family, but the memories of her time there are spotty at best. One day September had come to visit as her mother explained September had gone to the daughter of a close friend of the family to stay at a farm in the city of Canidale. Hobbes didn't understand it, but it apparently had something to do with the fact September was the perfect hunting dog and not at all fit to be a showdog! She should have been sent with the man, Hobbes thought, but when September arrived with a smile on her face and a stout ginger woman holding her lead, Hobbes didn't really blame her for not being picked by the ugly-handed hunter. She quite liked the woman too, and the biscuits she'd brought with were better than anything Hobbes had before. It was easy to fall in love with someone so kind, and it was even easier to cling to her sister and her warm-hearted handler in fear of being sold to another rude man.

Fate might not have dealt her good cards in the beginning, but Ember and Hobbes's bond was clear as day during the red-haired woman's stay, and eventually Hobbes and her sister had overheard the woman speaking to their mother's master about leaving. "Oh, I don't want you to go... you could stay! We could stay with Momma and play together all the time," she'd said. But her sister had laughed and nudged her shoulder, pointing her nose to a well kept truck that sat in the driveway with its engine sputtering to a start.

"Or you could come with us," she had replied, and the dots connected for the young pup. "I think Sam took a liking to you, anyways. She was saying she needed a dog to keep her hens safe... does that sound fun to you?"

It was a done-deal when Hobbes watched the woman known as Sam and her mother's handler shake hands, and her favourite lead and toys being exchanged from one to the other.

Ever since then she's been a part of Semptember's family, caring for Sam's hens and rabbits and badgering her sister about her adventures with Sam's sons on their hunting trips.
Group History: tbd

Other:- Overly fond of all things cheese flavored.
- Loud, sudden noises startle her very easily.
- Not comfortable with most strangers, but will still try to be polite.