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HAZI.

FULL NAME Hazi
NICKNAMES Hazi, Zi, or sometimes Zizi.
AGE two years
BREED dhole
ORIENTATION straight

FUR Light fluffy fur; orange to red on back shoulders and face, creamy throat and belly, black tail
EYES brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 22 inches at the shoulder; around 67 pounds
BUILD stocky
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES rounded ears, short muzzle, black tail

LIKES running • jokes • beautiful things • snow • freedom from responsibility
DISLIKES responsibility • summers • overbearing people • worries • not getting what he wants

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STRENGTHS strength • tracking • surviving • honesty
WEAKNESSES social interaction • hunting • bullheaded • being responsible[/size]
FEARS getting hurt • hurting someone else
GOALS happiness • survival
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW

Hazi is quite the awkward fellow. He hasn't been in very many social situations, leaving him at quite the loss when it comes to etiquette. Which is certainly not helped by his determination to say and do the first thing that pops into his mind, or his inability to lie. He's got a deep sense of 'I'm right and everyone else is wrong no matter what' that is coupled with the horrible 'I'll never be worth anything to anybody'. He finds his odd coloring and build distasteful, as it sets him apart from others, but he'd never admit to it, though he wouldn't exactly lie about it either.

Hazi is a relatively sweet guy, as long as you don't cross his demanding side. However, once he wants something from you, he becomes rather obsessed - which is where his honest slide slides away and he whips out all the guns. Not that his arsenal is well stocked, but that doesn't mean he won't try until he either get's what he wants or dies.

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X GENE

Hatchi • Dhole • deceased

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Y GENE

Unknown • Dhole • Uknown

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SIBLINGS

Gretcha • Tash • Smatchi • Rhomya • Chapter • Rhosi

HISTORY

Hazi was born in a pretty regular sized litter - for Dholes anyway - into a group of pretty regular siblings. In fact, his entire history was pretty regular. It was an unusual cold winter that killed off two of his sisters, and a particularly rough territory scrimmage that killed off his mother - leaving him in charge of their little pack. Hazi didn't like that at all. Taking care of a bunch of siblings was no easy task. When one of his brothers died of sickness, Hazi immediately decided he was ill qualified for the job. He couldn't even keep his family alive. And so, he up and left them without a notice, without a goodbye. The saddest part of that: Hazi was happier without them. He figured his sister Chapter could take care of them pretty well, and he certainly was relieved to not have the duty anymore. Caring for others - well it just wasn't in his nature. That's when the young Dhole found himself in Blue Moon Herds, and having no need to move on, he decided he wasn't in much of a hurry to leave.

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SAMPLE POST

"Hazi, we need food." Chapter piped up, her high pitched voice bruising the inside of my ear. Whining, they were always whining. I hefted to my feet, striding over and surveying my little family. "Then why don't one of you go hunting?" I ask. Really, they don't need my direction in everything. The look Chapter gave me was blood chilling. Her ruby snout titled up snobbishly, and I knew I was in for it. The thought of being lectured about how I was responsible for the pack - the pack I had never wanted in the first place - brought me to my feet, ears back and eyes slit. If I weren't so afraid I'd do some real damage in my anger, I'd probably jump the she-dog. She was that pesky. "Fine, I'm on it." I whisked around and loped off, wondering how terrible it would be to turn around and lie about not finding anything huntable. Instead though, I caught two rabbits as quickly as possible, and headed back to the den. It really was a task to take care of so many. Tash, Smotchi, Chapter, Rhosi, and me - Hazi. Three boys, two girls, and four handfuls of needy helpless pack members. I sincerely felt for all alphas.

The rabbits caught, I sat back and let my siblings eat. I had hunted for myself earlier - since I actually took pride in caring for myself instead of needing an older brother to do everything for me - and grumbled over Tash's cough. It had become more gut wrenching these past few weeks, not to mention he was loosing weight - one more worry on the donkey's back.

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[Racing]

I couldn't not accept him.