OOC // (Read through this whole thing please and ty)
"Oh, this works? Interesting..."
Hey there, how's it going? Names Guest 1337, but please, call me K9 or K9 1337. Much prefer that name anyway. Used to be part of the army, but I'm not anymore.
As uh, you can probably see, I've got some fun features to me.
[His fluffy ears swivel this way and that, while his tail swishes behind him calmly.]
...Yep. human-dog hybrid. The army thought it would be a fun idea to experiment with human/animal hybrids, and turns out I was one of the lucky lab rats. They aimed to give soldiers certain traits from said animals, whether that be birds for their wings, cats for their ability to always land on their feet, or dogs, for their hearing and sense of smell among other things. They hoped it would give us an advantage in combat... But uh... It didn't go as intended. Nobody died or anythingβwell, As far as I knowβbut...
Most people, such as myself, only got really basic and rudimentary features. Some just had feathers grow along their limbs or have their legs change to talons, others grew fur and developed retractable claws... But me?
...All I got were some lousy ears, some fur, and this tail.
And a far too sensitive nose.
And the tendency to get overly excited and attached to people.
...A strange reaction to being talked to in a baby voice. It's like something takes over and I can't help but get hyper and watch my tail helplessly wag a million miles an hour.
My close friends, Matt and Molly, were subject to experimentation as well. Matt, the same as me, and Molly, a hawk. Tch... Matt and I get dogs and she gets a badass bird of prey?
...have to admit though, the wings look cool. Even if they aren't very useful.
But, uh, that's besides the point. What matters is that I'm here, living my best life...
...stuck in some place far worse than hell.
I uh... Failed to mention that I died in war. Woke up in this weird place, surrounded by friends and some faces I've never seen before, barely able to get my bearings before we're all thrown into endless "games" that risk us all being slaughtered... only for it to all happen over again if we are.
I'm uh... Managing, let's say. A lot of people rely on me here... 'Specially 007n7. But I do my best to keep my head up and be some sort of hope and source of strength for everyone. Make things just a little easier on us all.
Will say though, it's not exactly reassuring that I arrived through death... Makes me wonder how the others got here.
Think that's about it from me! glad to be here, and... I hope this can be a nice distraction from this torture.
...Sorry. That was a bit dark.
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OOC // Guidelines and junk for this ask blog:
Hi it's me @lutiveri I run this blog
I'm 20, so therefore suggestive/flirty/MILDLY NSFW asks are allowed! Heavy NSFW/explicit asks are not. No excessively violent asks either just cus I don't like that
This is just a fun and silly ask blog with the most bare minimum "lore" i could come up with, i just wanted an excuse to be in character in one way or another
Don't. Ask about anyone from TLG. I haven't seen it. LMFAO
I'm an armyrabbit truther and he iiiis kinda shipped with Mafioso/has feelings for mafioso but please feel free to ship him with anyone! I'm good at separating the me part and the character part, so I'm ok with shipping :]
He's literally just forsaken Guest with dog features. And a slightly more deranged/silly personality. So therefore he knows all the forsaken cast :]
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"Roger that." - general answer tag, included on every post.
"Copy that." - reblog chain tag
"Reporting for duty." - in character
"On leave." - out of character
Off Leash - deranged asks. Will probably be somewhat out of character with these ones. LMFAO.
Braver Hund - suggestive/NSFW asks, minors beware.