Davey

What the fuck is that thing?
Distinctive in shape, Davey has skewed wildly in the border collie direction. It shines in his gait, the way he moves. Low to the ground, near creeping across it. Harsh. Sharp lines, and a sharper gaze. Just wait for him to grow.

Pale at his base, brown and tan markings splashed across his rear. face, and forelegs. Davey will maintain the boyish charm and good looks, long past his formative years. Baby faced-- a blessing and a curse. Beyond the intense eye, it might be hard to take him seriously at first. At first.

Davey will grow, and he will not stop growing. He's going to be a monolith, eventually. A late bloomer, but he'll get there eventually. Smooth coated border collie on stilts, coming soon to a nightmare near you. appearance

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Authority? Davey doesn't know her. There's something bold and unhinged about it, and he'll ride that rebellious streak straight into the ground. Better to burn hot, stick it to the man, and take chances than be a pussy ass bitch about it. He's the one egging you on, too-- no balls and do it you won't are some of the most used phrases in Davey's vocabulary.
Is it recklessness, or is he just carefree? Is he truly harmful? Davey would like you to believe that he isn't. He'd like you to see him as harmless, even if he's annoying. Give him the layer of plausible deniability, thanks so much. Though he typically tries to conceal his venom behind a layer of jester's privilege, we'll see how well that holds up into adulthood.

Liar. Son of a bitch. False prophet. Call him what you want, Davey is here for a good time not a long time. There are gods in his blood, and he's the product of a twisted conception. Call him what he is: doomed from the start.

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Weapon: spring loaded axe flailmisc