𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖈𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 
𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊.

⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱

𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮, 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷𝓮, 
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽.

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[ BASICS ]

|| Callings ||

Past Name

↠ Dovahkiin - when first adopted by his humans, they wished for something unique to suit both himself and their geek-ish preferences.

Current Name

↠ Hyacinth - a name he gave himself and also the name of a quite beautiful, bulbous flower.

|| Gender ||

Male

|| Age ||

He is 84 moons old; 7 years to be precise.

|| Sexuality ||

It is rather questionable seeing as he is naturally inclined to females for the sole purpose of producing offspring. Though his preferences, if you will, are more dominant and 'masculine'.

|| Breed ||

A lovely mix of quite a few different breeds.

He is 64% German Shepherd, 16% Border Collie, 10% Golden Retriever, and 10% Czechoslovakian Wolfdog.

|| Place of Birth ||

To a wealthy family involved in high content breeding and dog shows. However, Hyacinth's parents were never meant to breed, therefore resulting in a 'tainted' bloodline and litter.

His birth was an overall accident, to say the least, and he and his littermates were set up for adoption.

|| Current Occupation ||

Hyacinth takes his comfort in the wilds of nature where he is known for practicing the art of healing.

[ PHYSIQUE ]

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𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚

𝖄𝖔𝖚?

𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖓
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|| Appearance ||

Due to his overall mixed and richly vast gene pool, many would not be able to place a finger upon his description to a fine T. Whilst the majority of his blood is that of the German shepherd, a fraction of his bodily build was inherited from that specific breed due to the very slight yet distinct curving arch of his back and that lengthy, thick tail. The rest of Hyacinth's anatomy is left to the slim yet athletic structure of both the Border Collie and Czechoslovakian Wolfdog. In truth, it grants him a feminine look. His pelt is a mystifying creamy white that, when placed under certain manners of lighting, tends to differ in shades from white to a sandy tan that borders on golden. It is short yet thick and, like a Golden Retriever's, is glossy and water resistant. The face of this canine does not truly belong to either of his ancestral breeds, though it gives off more of a feral aura when locking with those soul-searching eyes of fiery gold.

⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱

𝓕𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮
 𝓻𝓸𝓪𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓼.

⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱

[ MENTAL ]

|| Personality ||

Hyacinth is what one would deem as somewhat soft-spoken and patient. With the majority of his life spent roaming the wilds and streets since he was quite young, instead of allowing the cruelty of the outside world to harden his heart, this particular male had chosen to seek positivity. Of course, let this not be dismissive of exactly what he has been through and to what extent of an effect it had upon him. There are moments where Hyacinth tends to close himself off and becomes distant to those around him during a moment in time where he is looking to gather himself once more. Hyacinth is a canine that carries the weight of the world upon his shoulders within his certain field of medicinal practice; he has likely seen quite a bit through the years from disease, famine, and death. Though this does little to hinder him from being all that he can for others, despite how even he acquires knowledge every hour of every day. Hyacinth is not a healing prodigy, this flaw he accepts and works with. Yet his desire to serve a meaningful purpose; a peaceful beam of balance within the world, often tends to override any lack of confidence. Hyacinth is a meditative soul, the very aura surrounding him harbors calming elements and a sense of acceptance. Empathy, while it was something he lost long ago, he had to learn to gain it back which further led to his discerning nature. However, like any soul who has endured a series of unfortunate tragedies within their life, Hyacinth's mind isn't all exactly where it should be most times. Something lurks, suppressed within his subconscious and it would be a white lie to say it was not...abnormal.

⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱
𝒩ℴ𝓌 ℐ 𝓈ℯℯ 𝒻𝒾𝓇ℯ, 
𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃

ℐ 𝓈ℯℯ 𝒻𝒾𝓇ℯ, 
𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝓇ℯℯ𝓈

𝒜𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝓈ℯℯ 𝒻𝒾𝓇ℯ, 
𝒽ℴ𝓁𝓁ℴ𝓌𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓁𝓈

𝒜𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝓈ℯℯ 𝒻𝒾𝓇ℯ, 
𝒷𝓁ℴℴ𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒷𝓇ℯℯ𝓏ℯ
⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱

𝓐𝓷𝓭 

𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 

𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓮