James 'Blood' Pawpad

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: James 'Blood' Pawpad
  • Gender: Male
  • Nicknames: Blood
  • Species: Maltese Terrier
  • Age: 20
  • Body Type: Feminine.
  • Height: 5'8ft
  • Weight: 52kg
  • Fur type: Silky black.
  • Hair: Chest length, silky straight, snowy blonde.
  • Eyes: Amythest/purple
  • Handedness: Left handed
  • Personality: Neutral, eager to socialise with other slaves.
  • Likes: Making friends, most fruits, the sky and the outside.
  • Dislikes: Loud noises, nosy people and dirt.
  • Sexual Orientation: Homoesexual

• Description

  Pitch black fur swished slowly from head to foot which each movement this pup would take. Standing at exactly 5 foot, 8 inches and weighing in at 110lbs the Maltese Terrier was small for his age. Glassy purple eyes peered with a childish curiosity as they'd flicker and dart from side to side of a room to scan in anything and everything. The small, box head that rested upon his shoulders was framed by feminine ivory blonde hair and ended at barely chest length on the canine. Dressed in, now what appeared to be, an over-sized white tunic and white trousers, he still refused to wear shoes on his feet which were covered by pure white socks.
  
  A voice that would be easily mistaken for a females would sound from his chest. A gentle nasal sound always seemed to haunt his words grew more apparent when he felt strongly for something. Around his wrist was a purple strip of ribbon that he'd use to tie back his hair, he had little else save for a wooden comb that he'd use on a regular basis. When he moved, he moved with fluid like movement, although he kept his arms close at all times.

• History

  Born to two loving and caring parents, James was the second youngest of 5 siblings. At school he was a kind child and made friends with everyone, including the teachers! Life perfect for him as his parents both worked and loved each other, his school life was never threatened by bullies or cruel teachers and he had a high understanding of English as a subject at school. However, at the age of 15 his life took an unfortunate turn and he found himself cornered and bundled into a dark carriage on his way home from school. It was from there that he was forced from his life and into the streets of Furn, or more particularily into the slave markets and pens of the wicked and perverted furries who loved to taunt and treat him as an object.
  
  Although he had suffered greatly he still had a strong will power to escape from the slavers and masters who dared to take him home, and with every oppertunity to he would bolt out windows and doors and into damp woods or forests, only to be found later and be punished harshly - usually savage beatings or torture - and brought back to the markets to be resold. Now he sat in pens, aged 20, covered in what clothing he could steal from the other slaves. His rude and cocky personality would, more often than not, set him apart from others who would be more intelligent to keep their muzzles shut. He had no time for curtious greetings, he was just waiting for the next sorry bastard to pick him up out of the crowd so he might escape again.