Back again from yet another stint in the FLP, Blayze Mallone returns to his homeland. Bedecked in his usual and familiar prison uniform and speaking with an even lower, raspier voice then before. That voice that sounded like he'd ate a sheet of sandpaper and spent the night under the piano at a titty bar. He walks with a slight limp now, as a result of an injury received from a fight while locked up. Of course, The Sisters still reside peacefully at his hips, and a jingle sound can be heard as he takes his long strides. Keys. The Hillbilly Collie is back once more, and this time, it's for good.
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Parole Information
(Some Info About Blayze Mallone)
Name: Blayze Damn Mallone
Nickname: Blayzey
Name as reads on identification: Mallone, Blayze D.
Age: Unknown.
Looks: Late Twenties, But Is Much Older. Real Age Is Physically Hidden Due To Radiation Poisoning From The Wastes.
Gender: Male.
Species: Collie.
Body type: Slender, somewhat athletic.
Physical markings: Bright Orange Fur, Matted Due To The Past Few Years Being A Bit Rough On Him.
Physical drawbacks: Has Poor Paw-To-Paw Combat Skills, As He Is Most Accustomed To Using 'The Sisters'.
Current inflictions: Blayze Is An Alcoholic.
**Physical defences: He Is Swift, Very Agile, Is A Master At The Use Of 'The Sisters', And If Need Be, His Truck Provides Excellent Cover And Defenses.
Appealing attributes and attraction: A Dusty Prison Uniform And 'The Sisters', His Twin Chrome Desert Eagle Pistols. Also, His Thick Southern Accent Is One Of The Most Noticable Things About Him.
**Attraction towards others: Blayze Is A Social Male, And Has No Problems Making Friends With The Very Next Furre He Comes Into Contact With.
Dress: Prison Uniform With The Sleeves Ripped Off, Dual Holster Belt Which Carries 'The Sisters', Black Boots.
**Diet/Allergies: None
**Phobia: Spiders.
Items: Two Identical Desert Eagle Pistols (One For Each Paw) Dubbed "The Sisters", Pack Of Marlfurro 100s Brand Cigarettes, Shiny Metal Zippo Lighter, A Massive Rusty Truck, And Keys To Said Vehicle.
Presentation: He Gives Off A Rough Exterior, His Uniform Dirty And Dusty. It Isn't An Uncommon Thing To See Him Covered In Black Engine Grease, Since He Often Does Repairs And Upgrades To His Truck.
**Disorders: None.
Language spoken? Furre.
**Can he read? Barely
**Can he write? Barely.
Feral or Cultured? Cultured.
Anthro or non anthro? Anthro.
**Can produce magic? No.
Talents/uses/knowledge: An Expert Marksman With His Pistols, He Can Perform Many Different Types Of Tactical Moves And Actions With Them.
Training: Mercenary.
**Do they unknowingly/knowingly attract others because of some sort of ability or attribute? No.
Previous masters or owners? None.
Previous jobs/usage? Special Enforcement Agent, Bounty Hunter, Bartender.
**Previous status: Inmate.
**Attitude towards having master/owners? Completely Against It.
Overall attitude of the character? Very Friendly, Very Social, Polite, Yet Sometimes Manners Escape Him. He Is A Kind-Hearted Male, But Will Turn Violent Only If Circumstances Arise.
**Maintenance? Very Low.
**Hobbies/interests? Upgrading His Truck, Honing His Firearms Skills, Alcohol.
**Quirks? He Is A Chainsmoker, So He Is Usually Followed By A Cloud Of Smoke, With A Cigarette In His Mouth And A Beer In His Paw.