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Description
ID: 47
Skelts: 535 [Skelt Tracker: Here!]
Status: Carrier
Name: Novak
Age: 4 Years
Gender: Female
Breed: Pharaoh Hound x German Shepherd
Rank: Chief Raider
Pack: Tempered Asylum
Personality:
[Level Headed]: Unlike most Wastelanders, Novak has kept her mind and temper. She's not very easy to anger, unless you start poking into her past. She is level headed, and nothing seems to surprise her at this point in her life.
[Good Listener]: In Eden, Novak was a Physician and is used to listening to others' problems. She listens and tries to help solve any problems there might be within the library, whether they're physical or mental.
[Creative/Resourceful]: As a physician, Novak knows how to be creative and make things work. Aside from being able to heal wounds, she knows what kind of plants are nontoxic and which ones are. Being a former mapper, she knows a tiny bit about where things are located in the wastelands and what they may contain if Eden convoys haven't completely cleaned them out.
[Secretive]: Novak is very secretive about her past life in Eden. She has sealed herself off from others in a way that she won't discuss her past unless it will let her help somebody else. It'll take a good friend to be able to get her to spill her secrets.
[Constantly Busy]: Novak is always busy. She’s always doing something, whether it be something as little as reorganising her supplies, or something as large as keeping a pack member from dying. She hates not having something to do, and does not like having free time unless she has plans with another pack member.
[Self-Conscious]: Novak is very self conscious, and other dogs’ opinions of her matter to her a lot. If anything, they matter way too much to her. She always tries to make a good first impression.
[Finicky]: Novak is very finicky, and pays a great deal of attention to detail. She always makes sure to know exactly what she’s eating, and won’t eat anything that she didn’t catch or find. When it comes to healing, she has to make sure everything is just right. She can’t stand it when her herbs or supplies are even slightly in disarray. Even when she’s in a rush, everything has to be perfect. No dog will escape her without perfectly wrapped bandages or straight splints.
[Bossy]: Though she doesn’t really seem it, Novak can be an extremely bossy dog. She demands respect and authority, as her mother and mentors have always taught her to do so. She isn’t necessarily rude with her demands, but it irks her when others blow off any simple requests she may have if they don’t have any legitimate excuse.
History: "do you have to know? I hate talking about this..but I guess it is good to talk about it to someone.."
"I was born to a physician and a Heavy Scrapper. My mother was the physician, and her name was Grey. That leaves my father as the Heavy Scrapper. His name was Municipal. He..well, we'll get to that later. My parents split up right after my sister, Anthem, and I were born. We lived with our mother upon release from the Nursery, and went our separate ways as apprentices. I went to be a Mapper and Anthem went to the forges."
"My apprenticeship went relatively well, and my mentor was amazing. The only bad thing that happened was my sister’s death. Nobody’s quite sure how she died, only that she did. She was there one day and then, gone the next.. To deal with the grief, I threw myself into my work, and before I knew it I was off on my own, becoming a Mapper and moving out by myself."
"Well..for a while everything was okay. I had friends, a life, and my father didn't like that. He was a drunk. We were out on the same convoy once, and I made one wrong turn, and he jumped down my throat about it. When we got back to Eden, he caught up with me. He was slurring on about how he'd killed someone and now he'd 'kill me too' and he almost succeeded, but someone stopped him. I still don't know who, I was unconscious at the time of the rescue."
"I woke up in the physicians' tent. I was being watched over, and someone told me my father had been kicked to the wastelands for murder and assault. I'll never forgive him for it."
"However, I was recommended to have a career shift. I couldn't go back into the wastelands with that murderer wanting my skin. So I made the switch to become a Physician. I was a Physician for a long time, where I met Oz. He was one of the Physicians who took care of me while I was recovering, and later..we ended up together. I had to leave him when I got infected though..I never did get to say good bye."
"I went out once with a convoy. I'd been doing that every once in a while, when the physicians needed something. I met Strike on one of those few times. There was an accident, a landslide, and I got caught in it. My mask flew off, and I got stuck in the mud. Strike coincidentally happened to be there, and he helped me out of the mud, and then I joined Tempered Asylum, and here we are today.."
Strengths:
+ Speed
+ Agility
+ Patient
Flaws/Weaknesses:
- Thin Coat
- Physically weak
- Guarded
Relationships:
= Despise/Deathwish
= Hatred = Dislike
= Distrust= Neutral
= Fear= Acquaintance
= Positive Acquaintance= Friend
= Good Friend= Best Friend
= Respect= Family
= Crush= Love
= Cannot Live Without
= Alive
= Dead? = Presumed dead
[Strike]: [/] {RP’d by MokiHunter}
“Strike is the reason I’m even alive right now, and not dead in a mud pit. I owe him my life. He is also my leader, and the reason that I can continue healing without the fear of getting killed by any dog I may help. And I respect him for both of these reasons. But most of all, Strike is one of the few friends I have out here.”
Family:
- Municipal; Father, Presumed Dead.
- Grey; Mother, Alive.
- Anthem; Sister, Deceased.
RP Example: Novak paced wearily from the library. She hadn’t slept much the previous night due to reoccurring nightmares, but it wouldn’t hinder her ability to do her job. She yawned loudly, then set out with her little pack that she usually used to collect herbs or other supplies. Thankfully, the sane members of Tempered Asylum didn’t do much to hurt themselves, such as fighting with other members or injuring themselves purposely, so she mostly went through gauze with torn nails or splints. One thing she did miss about Eden was the shared responsibility of the physicians, and that she wasn’t basically the only one with medical knowledge. But she couldn’t dwell on it, or it would just make her homesick. And that was something she couldn’t afford to feel, since there was no possibility for her to return any time soon. She needed to focus on searching for supplies, and made a mental note to remind herself that she needed to send someone out to find more gauze. It had been a while since they’d collected some, and the store was running low.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a patch of one of the more frequently used herbs that she was low on. It wasn’t a huge patch, but it was better than nothing, and hopefully there would be more of it nearby. She harvested what there was, making sure not to damage its roots so that it could grow back. ‘Great. Now, if I can just find about three more clumps of that, we should be okay for a little while..’