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Figures I'd be inspired to finally type this out when it's 6am and I'm zombie tired. xD
But here goes nothing anyway:


Name: Nook McKinley
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Age: Seventeen
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Race: Siberian husky
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Anatomy: Furry
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Appearance: Body - Dark grey and white husky. His hair/head-fur is short, black, and stands on end. His eyes are a blue as clear and crystal as the ice his ancestors traveled on. Average height for a husky. Well built, as he's always lifting heavy metal when working. Nook's markings are the average you'd see on a husky. The grey stopping at his wrists and feet. He has no face-mask, as the white follows his eyebrow line and circles his face. Notable feature: White ear tips.

Clothes - Working in a factory, his wardrobe is often of the 'tattered and torn' variety, and is reflected in all his clothes. From everyday casual to formal.
In his line of work (welding), you can never have to many pairs of goggles. And Nook always wears at least two. And those are just his back up. One's always present on his forehead, and the other around his neck. When wearing a hat (which is very rare and only a simple top hat warn on special occasions), the pair of goggles on his forehead will be around the hat as well.
Due to working around loud machinery, Nook's hearing is weaker than average. And due to an accident at the factory, he is left almost deaf in one ear, leaving him to wearing a device that looks like the innards of a pocket watch. It does it's job though, and it's actually his GOOD ear when properly functioning.
His everyday ware consist of a long sleeved tan shirt with rolled up sleeves. Over that a brown vest. When working he's always wearing a sort of flat sling that goes over his shoulder that has many pockets to contain his many tools. ...when not working he still wears it cause he feels fashionable and feels he might need a wrench at any given moment. He wears jean-like material work pants that also have many pockets to horde more tools and keys. And to finish, his steel-toed boots.
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Biography: Personality - Fun loving and a peace-maker, he doesn't care for a fight unless he really feels his beliefs are tested. He has quite a sweet tooth, and likes lollies. He loves watching movies. Especially horror movies. (He secretly wants to be that comfort for someone when watching an intense thriller.)

History - His father left or died when Nook was young (nor he or his mother knew which for certain, but he's dead), and his mother was a drunk. His life is a typical sob story. He was rich in friends in school, but that came with the attention of bullies as well (easily shrugged off when he was in good company). He just had that air about him that others felt they could put their trust in him. And he is a good listener. He's so quiet, that he's obvious to keep all your deepest, darkest secrets. When he was old enough to move out of the house, he took the chance to do so. Though he still loved his mother (most thought it was undeserving as she never showed she loved him in any way), he was ready to face the world head on. That's when he found the factory. The work's hard, but he stays in town for the people, and the scenery outside of it.

Nook was once told by a random gypsy at a sea side fair that he was going to have a very dark future. Lots of blood and fear, certainly not pretty. Yet he never really tried to shake it off or change that prediction. Instead he lives a hard-working when he's on the clock, yet lazy with his butt in the hammock when he's off, life style. Little does he know how true his future really was as it was relayed to him. Could his relationship with a certain wolf change all that?
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Catchphrase: "I'll write my own future."

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(Lol, yea, I just thought of it the other day nodding off to sleep. x3 You could add Haru's. Never know. It might be helpful later on.)

Brilliant post! You'll be tough to follow. :3
Imma throw a guest star in for sake of conversation.

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The building was loud. Full of thunderous clanging and banging from the turn of machinery and working furs on metal objects with metal objects. It was a founding stone of the town, but the most hard worked with not as deserving pay worked there. The smell of smoke, sulfur, and singed fur filled the air. A scent that combined (or most likely even separate), would make a high class citizen up turn their nose in disgust. Most likely with a snippy comment to follow. The fires from the stoves used to heat and mold their fine craft made the air almost unbearable with suffocating heat. The flames bright when worked around they burned the eyes. But it didn't bother the workers none. Their senses used the the smells. The sounds. The sights. It was a business that took getting used to granted, but it was the company that made it worth while. At least that's what Nook told himself. The people that appreciated their work and gave them nodding smiles with words of gratitude as he'd once in a while hand over their goods to be sold always made him feel like the back breaking work was worth while.

And it wasn't so bad cooped up in the small space he had to work with. He would hum to himself most days, and when he got the chance, would talk to his co-worker, Tom. Are rare species unlike his husky self, Tom was a bat. A cranky one at that and not much for pleasant or even decent conversation, but he was good for a laugh once in a while. "'Nother load ready, Tom!" He called up to him.

With a graceful yet startling landing to the basement floor, he fell atop a pile of metal gears and nobs, ready to be hauled up to the loading doc on the first floor. It was a faster system using Tom's ability to fly rather than a slow elevator, an it caused the duo to be the leading team in their small forgotten department below the earth's surface to haul the most loads in the shortest amount of time.

With a few great beatings of his wings, he was in the air, disappearing rapidly into the smokey haze to the hole in the tall metal ceiling to the loading dock. Nook chuckled to himself as he adjusted his goggles and set back to work on another set. He knew how to make many things. Most replacement items for broken devices such as clocks, guns, or something as simple like bed frames. As Tom landed across from the anvil he was working on, Nook shouted his thoughts out loud over the noise. "It'd be nice to be able to put my talents to a more... creative use."

"Don't we all wish that." Tom stated in a sarcastic tone louder than the husky to make up for his co-worker's lack of hearing. Then again, the bat had even better hearing than your average canine. His ears were twice as big after all. He brushed off his pants somewhat (the only item of clothing he wore [the heat and his need to fly keeping him from wearing much else] aside from the pair of goggles protecting his eyes). "Could be worse."

Nook laughed, "That's true. Take what we can get I suppose."

Tom just nodded in reply, but in his head he was torn between being annoyed at the husky's cheery and optimistic attitude, or admiring him for it.

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(x3 I thought I might's well use him. Dunno if and when I'll draw him again after all. ^^; And you're quite welcome! I appreciate long posts too. Writer's block is once in a while is understandable, but I like a lengthy post full of detail. Which you pull off every time. ;] But THANK YOU VERY MUCH! 8D That means a lot coming from you! ^^;

And I think so, yes. Some factory type place where he messes with metal all day. Cause messing with metal is fun.)

For myself to remember what Tom looks like. xD
http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/ ... 4oko5a.png

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Standing tall and and leaning back, Nook stretched and yawned. His arms reached out towards the twelve foot or so tall ceiling, his tail curling the opposite direction as he turned his head slowly to crack it. "Ahhhh... nothing like a good stretch to refresh your senses. Eh, Tom?"

The light brown bat looked up from packaging products for a moment. Searching Nooks body with his amber eyes quickly, he noted no difference in the husky's attitude or appearance, so he didn't necessarily believe the stretch really did him that much good. "If you say so." He replied before looking back down to his work.

Nook huffed at Tom's reply with a smile before sitting down. He really appreciated the five minute break they were allowed, but he sure did look forward to lunch. His empty stomach protesting it's lack of contents reminded him well of that. "You going with us to lunch today?"

"Not likely."

"Aww, why not?"

"Not in the mood."

"Liar."

Tom stood up and using air-quotes with the only four fingers he really had replied, "You know I'm not a 'people person'."

"You might if you tried."

"Right. And you could hold your tail flat out twenty-four/seven."

Nook laughed and couldn't help but snap back, "Hey! My tail is as much the way it is as is your mustache."

"You know as well as I do, McKinley that that is a marking, shut up."

Practically falling off the crate his buttocks took for a seat, he laughed and held his stomach. "Oh don't make me laugh. That makes me hungrier for some reason."

"I hardly thought it funny." The bat replied, his expression stone cold.

"Right..." Nook stood up and shook himself, his tail curling ever so perfectly around itself. He gave it a small wag as he walked over to his co-worker and friend. Placing his hands in his pockets and leaning down as Tom was half-kneeling on the ground packing again, he asked again, "Please?"

Tom raised an eyebrow, but finally caved. How could he not to those pale blue puppy eyes. It was just to pathetic. Rolling his eyes, he replied, "Fine."

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