Extra: Someone may apply as Baily.
(( I will, if that is fine with you. ))
Name:
His name is Baily.
Age:
He is four and a half years old.
Gender:
He is of the male.
Breed:
He is a dog. His breed is a Jack Russel Terrier.
Crossed:
He is a pure-breed.
Personality:
Most creatures find it hard to keep steady eye contact with Baily's cutting, perceptive gaze, making him appear intimidating and withdrawn. He is amiable to those he has grown close to and enjoys playing pranks. Baily is a keen opportunist. He has an ease with words useful in diplomacy, preferring to resolve conflicts with little violence, unlike his rash and overconfident brother who was killed in a small accident at a young age. Baily is a skilled fighter who gains the confidence of his comrades through his charm and ability to rapidly make decisions concerning trivial situations or issues. He is steadfastly loyal to those he cares about and will defend them with tooth and claw, even at the cost of his life. However, he can be a little defensive of himself at times. He doesn't always like admitting to his mistakes, but he tries to. He is also easily provoked and has a temper at times. Sometimes, Baily can be overly confidante in himself - usually leading him into some trouble.
History:
Has an almost similar history with Reina.Job Role:
He is a technician.
Years on Job:
He has been working here for four years.
Experience:
He is experienced.
Extra:
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Her hind paw unknowingly hooked her collar, tugging gently at it with her unsheathed claws. Even though it was a simple and nice gadget, she still found the collar itching and distracting. With a brisk shade of her head, Arakia removed her hind paw. She shouldn't tug or play around with the gadget, in case if it broke or snapped. She wasn't in the mood of feeling frustrated, or receiving a lecture from one of the techno - or geeky - staff around here. With her final decision, Arakia grimaced, ignoring the temptation to scratch behind her collar.
Her forest pools swept across the ground floor below her, watching each and every creature move or scurry across the floor. She spotted a rather large and muscular canine leading a smaller feline towards the training section for the felines. It didn't take long to recognize Duke from his size, nor Aluri. Watching the two disappear behind the doors, Arakia slipped down the metal stairs, the coolness running up her leg. She slightly shivered at the feeling, but it wasn't an unpleasant one either.
As her paws touched the ground floor, she headed across the room. There wasn't much to do at the moment - no assignments rang out yet. Unsure of Duke had received any news, she peeked into the training secession, her gaze drifting around for any sign of the Belgian Malinois. When she spotted him, he was with the tabby cat, who took charge of the training for cats-in-training. Noting that, Arakia decided not to bother, and hustled out of the door. Soon after, she blended in with the busy crowd, drifting around for any action.