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Name: Annick
Calls herself: Wib
Affiliation: None
Sex: Female, unaltered
Breed: Standard Labradoodle Mix
Age: 2 years
Height: 22 inches
Weight: 30lbs (Horribly Underweight!)

Appearance:

Build:Scrawny, malnourished and dangerously thin, though still somewhat wiry.
Fur Colors:Curly Chocolate Brown
Eye Color: Pale yellow

Other: Wib is riddled with numerous scars, both superficial and quite severe. Her spine is somewhat crocked and makes her walk with somewhat of a hobble.

Her eyes look between cold and passionately wild at the drop of a hat.

Wib's coat is always ill kept and filthy, she's too wild to keep herself in good shape

Personality:

All in all she's a pup like creature, she cannot be trusted to stick around, she's irresponsible, tricky, and combative. With a bit of eeriness to the way she always giggles. Everything is a game to her, and nothing is serious for very long. All the big adults in her life she has left, or they've gone away. Her existence had been sheltered, her upbringing twisted in it's own way, from her life as a pampered pet, to that of a lab animal and finally among street gangs she had always been protected and now in a big wild world she has nothing more to understand other than to follow the ways of the wild. A regular wild dog in the urban jungle, she's nearly feral. And a strong believer in only the strongest survive. Even though she isn't exactly a shining example of physical prowess. However she is a clever beast, and capable of setting more elaborate traps or tricks to keep others from harming her.

That or she plays cute and dumb until she notes a weakness. She is a talkative one, but not exactly one that works tact. She often says things that doesn't make sense or is positively tasteless. But always with the naivety of a small child. She's insanely curious, often risking life and limb to get a better look at something she doesn't quite understand, and if things will allow for it, she'll ask a lot of questions, or follow about until she learns about it.

But Wib can be quite the pet. Still a pup falling over herself for praise for a job well done. However this behavior isn't reserved for just any praise, she is often seeking a more mature parental figure. If not someone more powerful than she is, someone who is in her mind, a respectable individual. A strong figure is always more than safe from her, any strength will do, either physical or mental attributes. To someone she actually thinks equal or higher she can often seem very intelligent and civil. However she's prone to being just as blunt and impatient with people whom she doesn't think are as smart as her however. Making her hard to work with. But she's one to get the job done right because obviously she's the only one who can do it. The major downfall of Wib is that she's terribly tied with the way things work perfectly in her brain, and doesn't often factor in anything that could be considered personal/or canine error. She is not human therefore she does not error. Who wouldn't expect such unwise theories from a young female. Her plans are often foiled which will make her mopey for hours if not days on end.

Little Known Facts: Her name comes from her new affliction of Wibble-wobbling as she walks.

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