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Name: Sinclair von Clement
• Nickname: Sinclair, Sin
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual

Breed: Central Asian Shepherd Dog
Weight: 155 lbs
Height: 31 inches at shoulder

Family (In-Game): N/A
• NPC: Ambrosia , Deucalion von Clement
Faction: Pet
Notoriety Level: Nobody
Job: Companion
Council Rank: Personality:
admirable . boisterous . confident . skeptical . impish . noncommittal . impulsive . decadent . dishonest

Sinclair von Clement, a title that yeilds power and status among those who know of the Clement bloodline and the fantastical dogs it has produced. To those with higher status this would be a great deal, but due to how few he knows and how quiet his life is now in Canidale, Sinclair had decided early on that his title would probably matter very little if he mentioned it. It was just a reminder of who he could have been, and a reminder of how disappointed he became. Rather private and solemn about his home life when asked, Sinclair tries not to dwell too much on the negatives and instead redirects his attention to the new life loaned to him by one particularly tough to open dog door. His lonely nature converted to something akin to mischief, determined to find anything that might give him even a sliver of entertainment and appreciate like he had when he was a pup. This translates to confidence and a loud attitude, one that doesn't take 'no' for an answer. Defiance is painted clear as day in every action Sinclair takes, his motives one-sided without much consideration for the after effects. While not necessarily dumbed down by his early-in-life luxury, he isn't exactly built with street smarts nor the capacity to be cold when it's required. He relies solely on his charm and appeal to get by rough situations, false promises and fake threats lining his tongue when push comes to shove. Only then does his charade crack and show a smidge of what he could have been; a powerful, timely dog whose name truly meant something.

By no means is Sinclair an easy dog to understand or to keep in close quarters with. On the outside he is a gentleman and does whatever he can to get what he wants be it food, company or connections. Internally is another story however. He struggles to open up on a personal level, often deflecting to other topics or to conversations of little interest to throw off those looking to nose their way into his heart. He fears abandonment if someone were to realize how absolutely mundane he was; how lonely and broken his life is. The facade he keeps up is one he created, one that changes as his desires and attentions shift from person to person. Boring was not something he wanted to be any longer, and the primed show dog could hold face even if it killed him.

So if he must act, he would act stupendously and without fear; the world was at the tips of his nails and all he had to do was reach for it. This time, no man or woman or household could keep him from what he so desperately craved.

He would find his place in Canidale, one way or another.

At the end of the day Sinclair is no more than a lost dog. He wishes to be noticed, to be revered and loved to some degree, to live up to the name bestowed upon him that would make all the changes feel worth it.
Backstory:
• Bred to two well known city dogs far beyond the small town of Canidale Sinclair von Clement was raised in luxury to be a show dog as well as stud for future Clement-line litters. The boy spent ample time with his mother, only knew his father by namesake and lineage though he would see him every so often in fleeting moments within the family's gatherings. He was only pup of his litter and thus he was spoiled beyond belief, imprinting him early on that most everything could be gained with a cute face and good manners. His original owner became fast friends with a businessman during his year and a half, often inviting him over for extensive discussions and talks of which were left behind closed doors.

• Routine and pampering slowly rolled to a stop as he got older, the monthly visit to the groomer being one of the few times he and his handler stood side by side. He learned that his owner planned to rehome him, told to him by household cat, prompting Sinclair to receed into himself and grow distressed at what might've occured that he would be handed off so easily. Reassured it was nothing on his part, Sinclair became increasingly hopeful of winning back his owner's favor- to no avail. It was only a matter of time until moving day came, and he waited with discomfort coiled in his belly at what was to come.

• The day came when he was rehomed at roughly 2 years of age to the business man and his family. A wife, daughter and a beautiful home on the edge of the city along the riverside. The daughter was roughly college aged, only visiting for a time but she fell head over heels for Sinclair. He became 'her' dog by word of mouth, but the paperwork was signed in her father's name. Sinclair spent quite a lot of time divided between the family. Business meetings, socialization and show casing with the head of the home while he was loved and spoilt by the girl. It was two different worlds, each one further forming how he viewed people as a whole. He loved the girl dearly but admired the looks of awe and the sound of his name when it came to the father's bragging. If he wanted love or power he didn't know, but regardless- he savored the attention wherever he gained it.

• Several months went by like this before the family was packing up. While he was no stranger himself of moving households, it was unnerving to see so many boxes piling up and trucks showing up day after day. He learned then the girl was going off to college while the mother and father were moving south to a small town, supposedly because the woman came into ownership of an old but expensive property there. He'd overheard some of the conversations; the man was to travel, the girl off to school, and the mother didn't want to be alone in such a busy city nor leave their dog alone if she were to travel with her husband. So the property was inherited, remodeled, and they were to leave the city for good with changes coming for everyone involved. It was a last minute discussion with the daughter, sprung on her before she left. At first it seemed accidental but Sinclair knew deep down it was to avoid argument - he'd seen them bicker about things like that, but something about the way the girl looked bothered him truly and deeply. Don't you leave him too, she'd said.

• At first the move was pleasant. Lots of time at home with the parents came in the following weeks, the businessman free from work and the woman treating him with a kindness that mirrored her daughter's. But the good things came to a swift end after a caretaker was introduced to the home, leaving Sinclair alone in her fleeting company after a solid year of constant company. She didn't care for dogs which was plain as day based on their few interactions, and Sinclair didn't mind that; she smelled of mildew and wheatgrass and didn't scratch him quite the same as the daughter. He avoided her for the most part, only greeting her for breakfast and supper or barking when she left one of the doors unlocked and open.

• The couple began to travel then, Sinclair growing more unhappy with being stuck inside a giant house day in and day out. So many times he'd hoped someone would come through the front door to rescue him from his miserable silence. He wished for the girl to come home and whisk him away, or the man to show him off to his clients. Hell, he'd even take a few lackluster head pats from the mildew woman. But nothing followed the silence rumble of the home settling on its bones, the radio he'd often listen to acting as background noise to his melancholy thoughts. By the grace of someone above the care taker installed a (rather large) doggy door on the back with the family's permission after many days of howling and scratching to allow him to roam the property. He was quick to take advantage of his newfound freedom, the caretaker doing nothing to keep him within the boundary of the home. It was like she didn't even notice him most days, and it worked in his favor when he decided he would take it upon himself to find his place among the new town's circle. If he wasn't able to make friends of the family, he would find them elsewhere. He could only hope no trouble came from it.
Group History: CANON (IN ORDER)
• Glory - A seemingly harmless portrait of himself reminds Sinclair of the life he wished he led.
• Autumn Thunder - Losing his way around the city during a storm, Sinclair seeks the company of a lonely stray by the name of Journey.
• Midnight Heist - After meeting a smart-tongued dog with a knack for trouble, Sinclair and him get caught up in a cat and mouse game.
• How Did I Get Here - Sinclair returns to his home to find that someone else is sleeping in his favourite spot.
• Tomorrow - Before he leaves early in the morning, Sinclair stops Juno to talk with him on the porch.

MEMES
• Style Meme
Other:• Sinclair has a laugh that can light up an entire room, though very few get to hear it.
• Has an allergy to peanuts.
• Despises the smell of catnip and will often sneeze when it's around.

Description

ACTIVE
playlist • relationship & notoriety tracker

application art by me

Name: Sinclair von Clement
• Nickname: Sinclair, Sin
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual

Breed: Central Asian Shepherd Dog
Weight: 155 lbs
Height: 31 inches at shoulder

Family (In-Game): N/A
• NPC: Ambrosia , Deucalion von Clement
Faction: Pet
Notoriety Level: Nobody
Job: Companion
Council Rank: Personality:
admirable . boisterous . confident . skeptical . impish . noncommittal . impulsive . decadent . dishonest

Sinclair von Clement, a title that yeilds power and status among those who know of the Clement bloodline and the fantastical dogs it has produced. To those with higher status this would be a great deal, but due to how few he knows and how quiet his life is now in Canidale, Sinclair had decided early on that his title would probably matter very little if he mentioned it. It was just a reminder of who he could have been, and a reminder of how disappointed he became. Rather private and solemn about his home life when asked, Sinclair tries not to dwell too much on the negatives and instead redirects his attention to the new life loaned to him by one particularly tough to open dog door. His lonely nature converted to something akin to mischief, determined to find anything that might give him even a sliver of entertainment and appreciate like he had when he was a pup. This translates to confidence and a loud attitude, one that doesn't take 'no' for an answer. Defiance is painted clear as day in every action Sinclair takes, his motives one-sided without much consideration for the after effects. While not necessarily dumbed down by his early-in-life luxury, he isn't exactly built with street smarts nor the capacity to be cold when it's required. He relies solely on his charm and appeal to get by rough situations, false promises and fake threats lining his tongue when push comes to shove. Only then does his charade crack and show a smidge of what he could have been; a powerful, timely dog whose name truly meant something.

By no means is Sinclair an easy dog to understand or to keep in close quarters with. On the outside he is a gentleman and does whatever he can to get what he wants be it food, company or connections. Internally is another story however. He struggles to open up on a personal level, often deflecting to other topics or to conversations of little interest to throw off those looking to nose their way into his heart. He fears abandonment if someone were to realize how absolutely mundane he was; how lonely and broken his life is. The facade he keeps up is one he created, one that changes as his desires and attentions shift from person to person. Boring was not something he wanted to be any longer, and the primed show dog could hold face even if it killed him.

So if he must act, he would act stupendously and without fear; the world was at the tips of his nails and all he had to do was reach for it. This time, no man or woman or household could keep him from what he so desperately craved.

He would find his place in Canidale, one way or another.

At the end of the day Sinclair is no more than a lost dog. He wishes to be noticed, to be revered and loved to some degree, to live up to the name bestowed upon him that would make all the changes feel worth it.
Backstory:
• Bred to two well known city dogs far beyond the small town of Canidale Sinclair von Clement was raised in luxury to be a show dog as well as stud for future Clement-line litters. The boy spent ample time with his mother, only knew his father by namesake and lineage though he would see him every so often in fleeting moments within the family's gatherings. He was only pup of his litter and thus he was spoiled beyond belief, imprinting him early on that most everything could be gained with a cute face and good manners. His original owner became fast friends with a businessman during his year and a half, often inviting him over for extensive discussions and talks of which were left behind closed doors.

• Routine and pampering slowly rolled to a stop as he got older, the monthly visit to the groomer being one of the few times he and his handler stood side by side. He learned that his owner planned to rehome him, told to him by household cat, prompting Sinclair to receed into himself and grow distressed at what might've occured that he would be handed off so easily. Reassured it was nothing on his part, Sinclair became increasingly hopeful of winning back his owner's favor- to no avail. It was only a matter of time until moving day came, and he waited with discomfort coiled in his belly at what was to come.

• The day came when he was rehomed at roughly 2 years of age to the business man and his family. A wife, daughter and a beautiful home on the edge of the city along the riverside. The daughter was roughly college aged, only visiting for a time but she fell head over heels for Sinclair. He became 'her' dog by word of mouth, but the paperwork was signed in her father's name. Sinclair spent quite a lot of time divided between the family. Business meetings, socialization and show casing with the head of the home while he was loved and spoilt by the girl. It was two different worlds, each one further forming how he viewed people as a whole. He loved the girl dearly but admired the looks of awe and the sound of his name when it came to the father's bragging. If he wanted love or power he didn't know, but regardless- he savored the attention wherever he gained it.

• Several months went by like this before the family was packing up. While he was no stranger himself of moving households, it was unnerving to see so many boxes piling up and trucks showing up day after day. He learned then the girl was going off to college while the mother and father were moving south to a small town, supposedly because the woman came into ownership of an old but expensive property there. He'd overheard some of the conversations; the man was to travel, the girl off to school, and the mother didn't want to be alone in such a busy city nor leave their dog alone if she were to travel with her husband. So the property was inherited, remodeled, and they were to leave the city for good with changes coming for everyone involved. It was a last minute discussion with the daughter, sprung on her before she left. At first it seemed accidental but Sinclair knew deep down it was to avoid argument - he'd seen them bicker about things like that, but something about the way the girl looked bothered him truly and deeply. Don't you leave him too, she'd said.

• At first the move was pleasant. Lots of time at home with the parents came in the following weeks, the businessman free from work and the woman treating him with a kindness that mirrored her daughter's. But the good things came to a swift end after a caretaker was introduced to the home, leaving Sinclair alone in her fleeting company after a solid year of constant company. She didn't care for dogs which was plain as day based on their few interactions, and Sinclair didn't mind that; she smelled of mildew and wheatgrass and didn't scratch him quite the same as the daughter. He avoided her for the most part, only greeting her for breakfast and supper or barking when she left one of the doors unlocked and open.

• The couple began to travel then, Sinclair growing more unhappy with being stuck inside a giant house day in and day out. So many times he'd hoped someone would come through the front door to rescue him from his miserable silence. He wished for the girl to come home and whisk him away, or the man to show him off to his clients. Hell, he'd even take a few lackluster head pats from the mildew woman. But nothing followed the silence rumble of the home settling on its bones, the radio he'd often listen to acting as background noise to his melancholy thoughts. By the grace of someone above the care taker installed a (rather large) doggy door on the back with the family's permission after many days of howling and scratching to allow him to roam the property. He was quick to take advantage of his newfound freedom, the caretaker doing nothing to keep him within the boundary of the home. It was like she didn't even notice him most days, and it worked in his favor when he decided he would take it upon himself to find his place among the new town's circle. If he wasn't able to make friends of the family, he would find them elsewhere. He could only hope no trouble came from it.
Group History: CANON (IN ORDER)
• Glory - A seemingly harmless portrait of himself reminds Sinclair of the life he wished he led.
• Autumn Thunder - Losing his way around the city during a storm, Sinclair seeks the company of a lonely stray by the name of Journey.
• Midnight Heist - After meeting a smart-tongued dog with a knack for trouble, Sinclair and him get caught up in a cat and mouse game.
• How Did I Get Here - Sinclair returns to his home to find that someone else is sleeping in his favourite spot.
• Tomorrow - Before he leaves early in the morning, Sinclair stops Juno to talk with him on the porch.

MEMES
• Style Meme
Other:• Sinclair has a laugh that can light up an entire room, though very few get to hear it.
• Has an allergy to peanuts.
• Despises the smell of catnip and will often sneeze when it's around.