Feral Heart

Name: "Peanut, a weird name huh?" Peanut.
Gender: "Male." Brute, Male.
Age: "Hum, to be precise I was born on the 30th January." 6 Years.
Personality: "Hum, I couldn't know." |Friendly| |Sparky| |Alert| |Playful| |Smart|
|Friendly.| When you don't know this Border Collie, he can be quite friendly, but not as friendly as he would be for when you know him. When you know Peanut, he is a great friend, willing to risk his life for his friends. He can almost like any animals, no matter there history, or there past.
|Sparky/Bubbly.| When you do not know Peanut, he is very alert, so not him normal bubbly self. When you get to know him, he can be very bubbly, and sparky, running around almost everywhere. He hardly ever gets tired, so he could run around for hours hours with out getting tired.

{{WIP}}


History:
How got to Dog Trust:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Likes&Dislikes:
Other: He likes Peanuts.

I use feline charries for my Arcanine, for the mane .

Me: -sits-
Wolf: DUDE COME HERE!
Me: -Goes to wolf- Hey?
Wolf: Help me burp?
Me: -_- What?
Wolf: -Farts in face- HELP ME BURP!
Me: -Runs away scared-
I had a horror expression on my face .

Bubba stopped at Ashlee's heels, as she opened the Warehouse door. This is where some Raiders come to camp out, or just see what each other have. She entered the warehouse, and entered a room where there were a couple of chairs. She sat down on a zebra striped one, that she claimed as her own. Ashlee breathed in, and hoped that she had enough water to last a couple of days, she wanted some time to bond with her pup, normally it would be out, in, and straight back out, until she needed sleep. "1, 2, 3 4," Ashlee counted the bottles, hoping for at least 15 bottles, but only got a result of 10. Bubba was sitting at the leg of the chair, and impatiently looking up at Ashlee, waiting for the result. "Well boy, we got 14 bottles of water, 4 packets of crisps, and 2 biscuits, and 3 cheese packets, and 10 dog food cans, from yesterdays and todays earnings." Ashlee explained, and got a small notebook from her pocket. She got a red pen, and uncapped the lid. She wrote:
Monday
3 bottles of water MAX. 2 Crisps, 2 dog food, half of 1 cheese packet.
Tuesday
3 bottles of water MAX. 1 crisp packet. 1 biscuit. 2 dog food, the other half of cheese packet.
She stopped there, and sighed, "The next 2 days done." she sighed to herself, and made the notepad comfy in her pocket, not forgetting to return the pen to its rightful place in her pocket to.

After a little nap, she leaned forward in her chair, and looked at Bubba. "You know where Mickey is?" Ashlee asked, in a sleepy, dreamy voice. Bubba turned his head, and pointed his muzzle to a mouse, sleeping peacefully on a sack. "Oh." Ashlee sighed, "Wanna go to the park buddy, we can leave Mickey here to get some rest." Ashlee smiled, and picked up her small dog. She walked out the room, opened the door, and headed towards the Park.

She reached Central Park, and let her dog race ahead of her. She raced after him, a smile on her face, she always enjoyed venturing out with Bubba. The wind brushed through her hair, this morning was quite peaceful, until a roar came from in front of her dog. "Bubba sit." Ashlee calmly said, taking out her sniper with no worry in her body at all. She pointed the sniper at his blotchy head, and shot. BAAAM!! The sniper hit the zombie with no problem, and he fell to the ground having a fit, but soon fell silent. "Good job Bub." Ashlee sighed, it seemed like her dog was getting used to this infection thing. She had attached a bandanna over her dogs nose to protect it from the infection, and she done so herself.

She had a pink bandanna, with light, medium sized, peach polka dots. Unlike hers, Bubba's was blue, with realistic flames coming from the bottom.

She smiled, and saw other survivors sleeping, or walking around. She kept one hand on her sniper, not scared to shoot. She could tell that Bubba was eager to play with the other dogs, but would wait until instructed, but she knew that that word would never come. "Bubba, snifff." This was the word to see if any survivors had anything she could steal, it was her job! She turned her head, and saw a local raider, (Matthew or Four.) she decided it would be best to leave him, although a local survivor was next to him.

She saw 2 beautiful Huskies, following there owner, she walked by only glancing at the rare dogs. One looked a bit old, it wasn't a great environment for  a old dog like him. Bubba wagged his tail, as he ran to the younger husky (Chloe) but he knew he shouldn't come into contact with other dogs, so ran back to his owner. "Bubba, what did I say." Ashlee growled, giving a stern gaze at the tiny breed. But she couldn't stay mad at her bezzie, she bent down, and ruffled in between his ears.

Suddenly, she felt some small feet clamber up her back, using her T-shirt for grips, and sitting quietly on her shoulder. She was about to flick it off, but decided to see what it was, as she turned her head, she heard a little squeak. She then saw her little buddy, Mickey. "Hey boy, how did you find us?" She asked, knowing she wouldn't, and couldn't get a reply from her furry friend.  She looked at her pets, and wondered what they would be doing if she hadn't found them.

Name: "Ashlee..."     Ashlee Kate White.  

Age: "23 years, why do you want to know!"         23 Years.

Gender: "Do I look like a male?"         Female.

Role: "You don't need to know."         Raider.

Personality: "Evil..."       Ashlee has a mean heart, she may look sweet, and pretty, but shes a real meanie. She will hardly never take time to get to know you, she will just judge a book by its cover.... But she does like reading.... Ashlee can be quite funny, and a bit kind to the other raiders, but she doesn't share her stuff. Unless its to a really really good friend. Ashlee is never afraid to pull a trigger, or stab, so watch out. She loves electrical stuff, including consoles, in fact shes got a DS, and that's it. She normally, plays on it when shes bored, or when her dog isn't occupying her. Sometimes, just for fun, she will trick you making you think that shes kind and sweet, but then she will rob all of your stuff. She doesn't care about the consequences.

History: Ashlee was born in a old flat, with infected pouring in it. It wasn't long before her mother got the disease, Ashlee was only 10. Before anything could happen to her, she grabbed lots of things, and left. She lived in a wooden shed at the bottom of the street, no one could find her. In the shed, she found some useful weapons, and she practiced on windows, and small objects. Until it came to the real thing. When Ashlee was 15, the infected started to crowd near the shed, so she was forced to leave, a killing machine. She didn't really have any sympathy for anyone, but wanted a companion.

At the age of 20, Ashlee was walking in a lone street, when she heard a constant whining coming from a old, broken building. When she took a closer look, she saw a tiny Papillon lying limp on the floor. Wanting some one to talk to, and someone to comfort her when she's sad, she helped the pup out of its state, and gave it lots of food. It came her best pal. Also, she met a friendly mouse, and she took him in to.

Ashlee was 22 when she joined the raiders, and done a excellent job, she was one of the best females. Ashlee then stuck to one of the weapons, named a Sniper. It was her favorite weapon, and it seemed like that to her dog as well.

Family: Mother: Charlotte White. Father: Max Rade White.

Location: New York, New York.

Extra: Has a DOGGY!


Pet(s): Dog: Bubba.... Mouse: Mickey
Age: Bubba: 4.... Mouse: 3
Gender: Both Males.
About: Both always sticking to Ashlee's side.