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Name: Tristan
Age: 1 1/2
Personality: very shy and quiet. Likes to keep his thoughts to himself, but still needs to be around others. Terrified of humans.
Rank: Street dog, but very low ranking, like omega kind of
Crush: none for now
Mate: none for now
Appearance: He's half German Shepard, half Husky. His fur is matted and dirty from living in the the way he has. He has a scar on his right foreleg.
History: Was born just outside the town he lives in. His mother was an outcast and his father, a fighting dog, had recently died. He and his single sister where raised to the age of 2 months where they where born, but then, a human found them. The human took the three of them to a lab to see their status (if they where sick, what their breed is, etc.). They had to get shots too. Since then, poor Tristan was scared to death of humans. He had escaped the lab one night when the human had accidentally left his cage unlocked. And now he's still a nervous street dog who avoids humans

[[ Accepted Is he in Gigans group (Bigest street dog group and toughest) or an outcast street dog? ]]

Taylor looked on as the two females and Trez fought. "Wow." he said simply, then walked around the area a little and found a spot near the cardboard box, and he laid down, getting wet. As he tuned out all the noise, all he could hear was the drizzle of rain. His eyes started to slowly close, as he relaxed a little.

Taylor's eyes flitted open. "Who you calling a newbie?" he said, as he got up. "Because if you mean me, there's gonna be trouble." he said, then growled pretty loud. He didn't know why, but a sudden anger came over him.

Probably an outcast
Poor Tristan...
Anyway...

Tristan walked slowly down the alleyway. It was one of the worst days of his life. Everyday the poor hybrid got weaker and lonelier. If only, he thought, if only I had a friend. Even a distance acquaintance would make the day better. He kept walking, scanning every corner for another dog.

Tristan looked up. "H...h...hi," He said kind of awkwardly. At last, another dog! She seemed friendly. He tried to smile.

Tristan lowered his ears. "I wish," He said. "Yes, I'm a street dog. I don't have anywhere to stay myself. I was just looking for another dog to keep me company, see? But I could try to help you find a place if you want..." His voice trailed off, unsure what he should say next.

Taylor's ears laid back, and he growled even louder so the dogs could here. But since they didn't seem to be responding, he looked up at the sky, and turned his head to go the other way. He walked slowly in the direction where Leyla had gone, not sure where he should go. "I guess I should find some shelter" he said to himself.