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name: jax
pronunciation: JAKS
alias: jax, jakster, jaksi

age: one and one-half years
gender: male
breed: border collie

appearance:

small; cute; fluffy; energetic

it's true; jax is on the smaller end of the spectrum for his breed. standing at roughly 18 inches, and weighing in at only 30 pounds, he has more than once been confused as a female - by humans, of course. dogs can smell his gender, fortunately, though that doesn't stop the more rude ones from teasing him about it. luckily he has learned to laugh with them and even backfire the joke with some hit about their orientation, but more on that later.

jax is happy with his medium length coat, but he only grooms it for convenience (or when he's planning a 'show'). if it gets so rough and matted that he feels it sticking together in places, he might get irritable until he finds a body of water to bathe himself in. once its clean, however, he can sometimes be spotted showing off to the ladies how beautiful his tri-colored pelt of brown, black, and white can be.

personality:

fun; carefree; relaxed; optimistic; humorous

it's a mystery as to what keeps this pup's mind as young as his body. being a stray all his life, one may expect him to be cold and calm, calculating, and always paranoid about where his next meal will come from. that is not jax though, and likely never will be. this young dog has always been a sucker for tricks, jokes, and pranks - only the harmless ones. jax gets very squeamish around violence.

the little coward though he is, his boisterous and friendly nature usually has a dog or two behind him. male and female alike find his presence not exactly calming, but certainly stress-relieving. jax refuses to tolerate any kind of pessimism or sadness, and pull whatever trick out of his ear that he can to cheer up depressed kin. as for kin, jax considers anything that walks on four legs and has fur his family.

still, he can be obnoxious at times. to the more serious character, jax is someone who should be avoided at all costs. never taking anything seriously, always bouncing around and laughing, he could easily be seen as a dog without purpose; a dog doomed to die within a few weeks. one should never doubt his intelligence though; border collies are bred for cleverness, and jax has more of it than he knows what to do with.

history:

lonely; saddening; dark; frightening

the survivor of a stray litter of four, jax was raised by his mother and father for only a short time. his mother adored him, and his father saw him with cold indifference; but there was the occasional brief display of pride there that jax lived for.

the moment he was old enough for solid food, his mother and father took him out hunting. this is not the definition most people would think of when they hear the word 'hunt', however. to jax and his small family, 'hunt' meant search the streets and trash cans for any morsel of food they could find. despite the fact that the family went out on this together, there was always the feeling of being on your own. they would split up, and should they meet over the same hunk of moldy food, you fought for it. jax dared to challenge his father only one time, and could never bring himself to raise a paw at his mother.

this was life for jax for a long time. spend most of the day hunting, spend the night in whatever box they all found. despite their antics when eating, being together calmed everyone's survival instincts. his mother sometimes told him stories; his father occasionally gave him tips; but jax was the uniting force of them. his constantly bright view and ability to tell clever jokes never ceased to amaze his mother and father, and they often praised him for it.

that all came to an end one sad day, however. on their way back home after hunting all day with very little results, they padded past a small, family-run restaurant that was just tossing out the extra food from the day. what luck, right? sadly, another small gang of dogs had apparently claimed the place as theirs. when jax's mother and father went over to raid the trash cans - jax had stayed behind out of respect - they were immediately pounced upon. those images would be burned in the young border collie's memory forever; and he would live with the fact that he hadn't raised a paw to help them.

he isn't sure how long or how far he ran, but it was more than he had ever done in his life. fear gives anything a burst of adrenaline like nothing else, but when that died out, jax collapsed like a sack of potatoes. he would awaken with his spirit diminished, but luckily the days to follow would be bright enough to bring back the old jakster.

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