No-Name [male dog]

NAME No-Name
GENDER male
NICKNAMES Cur, mutt, dane
AGE 4
BREED greyhound
SEXUALITY hetero
PACK? Southern Edge

Pacifistic, with a need for speed, for adrenaline rush. No Name seeks out situations where he can feel like he used to in the races, and he usually does that by running. The idea of being disliked or hated by someone makes him extremely anxious. A quiet male, he's also very socially inexperienced, and wavers between bold and uncertain, usually acting shy at first but eventually making his mind up to jump in the activity no matter how dangerous. It's not easy not having a name.

He was a racing dog. Living for nothing but the race, he never even learned his name as it was shouted at him from the crowds. When he broke his leg in an accident, he was sent the kennel and never went back. From there, it only got worse. He was neglected, eventually put in the pounds, and left to rot. And soon, on the death list.

It was mere mercy that let him beat the death watch. That, or fate. When the humans started dying, one of them let him out for a walk. They collapsed in a fit of coughing and he ran, his leg long since healed.

He ran, and he's never stopped running since. Always looking over his shoulder, always uncertain of the future, of the past. He's come to the edge, but he still doesn't have a name, a purpose, any idea of who he is or where he's heading to. Maybe, he'll find it here in Genesis.