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Name: Alfie Gender: Demi-boy Age: 1 dog year, 15 in human years Pronouns: He/They Sexuality: Bisexual Personality: Always up for an adventure and puts up a brave face whenever possible, constantly trying to prove themself to be as loyal and as daring as his siblings. He gets bored easily and impatient when people aren't as fast as they are, both mentally and physically. When he puts his mind to something, they will do all they can to do it and do it well. He's self-confident and is not afraid to challenge anyone, though he needs to learn to pick and choose his battles before he gets hurt. Quick to whine and complain if something doesn't go their way. He loves playing with people and is always up for physical affection, they're a cuddly type of guy with some child-like innocence, though that is quickly pushed aside when he's angry. Backstory: Alfie was the runt of the litter, born to a family of monster-hunters which relied on their size and strength to do their jobs, which has been a tradition of the family for generations. They lived in a small town with a tight-knitted community though Alfie was always looked down on, he was quite close to a couple of the other pups, also the smallest of their families. His family were the top-dogs in the village and villagers were quick to respect them, mostly afraid of the lack of empathy in most of the family that led to quick and painful punishments to whoever had 'wronged' them. Since his family's job required physical labor, his quick-wittedness was no use, though in other jobs it would have made up for his size as the constant sparring and training led by his father didn't call for smarts and skill wasn't something they really relied on. He was given the lowest rank in the troop and was left behind whenever any important event called for the family to be together, leaving him feeling disconnected from the pack and most of the other villagers didn't even know he was a part of that pack. He often went out into the forest by himself, picking fights with monsters much bigger than him, hoping to win and drag the body home to show that he could also be as successful as the others. He never did, often coming back home bloodied and bruised, with the added humiliation of his siblings laughing at him. He was usually too embarrassed to go to his parents for help with his wounds, so he learned to patch them up himself. After one of his outings, he was in the middle of limping home after being so close to success, he smelt smoke in the distance. He shrugged it off, thinking that dinner was being cooked with an unusual amount of smoke tonight and carried on, only to be met with a blazing fire that had taken over his home, as well as a few other houses in the town. The residents of the village were fleeing into the forest, but his family were nowhere to be found. He snatched the closest and most recognizable thing from his home, which was his father's trident and ran back into the forest, following one of his friends, who was also on their own. They spent the next few years alone in the forest together, learning the terrain and piecing together the skills they had to survive. Alfie had grown during this time, no longer the small, weak pup that had escaped from the fire but had grown enough to challenge a big monster without the worry of major injury and usually end in success. He, along with his friend, had built a small village of their own, letting strangers come and go, sometimes letting them construct huts of their own and live there permanently. He still wonders from time to time if his family did survive the fire and how it even started so he would occasionally go back to the town and have a look around. He is yet to find anything.