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Name: Vuk
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Cis female (she/her)

Sexuality: Asexual

Smell: She smells strongly of earth and sour milk.

Breed: Mutt (among which: Caucasian Ovcharka, Šarplaninac, Great Pyrenees, Borzoi, and Saint Bernard)

Weight: 50 kg / 110 lbs
Height: 75 cm / 29 inch

Faction: Farmstead
Notoriety Level: 1
Job: Shepherd

Personality:

Diligent: Vuk works hard to protect the farmer's sheep and will not rest or eat until she knows for sure they're safe. She has a strict routine that she follows every morning: scout the perimeters; make sure the fence is secure; check for predator tracks; mark the territory to keep predators and strays out; and end it by making sure the herd is complete and doing alright. If all is well, then, and only then, will she look after herself.

Supportive: Does the neighbouring farm need an extra guard dog? Sure. A fellow farmdog asks for some of Vuk's kibble because the farm cat ate their share? Here you go. One of their own sheep has a hurt leg and needs help walking? Lean on me. Vuk would never think twice about helping anyone from her in-group. They only need to ask, and she'll do what she can! Vuk cares for her faction and understands that they need to help each other so they can thrive.

Caring: While the sheep can be a bit frustrating at times- especially when adventurous lambs get too curious for their own good and wander out of her sight- she does care for them deeply and wouldn't trade them for the world. They are her family after all!

Stoic: You wouldn't see Vuk yelp from stepping on a thorn, or getting rammed by an angry sheep. She won't even so much as flinch when the farmer has to patch her up after fighting off nasty coyotes or worse: strays. Showing emotions isn't her thing, really. Unless you want anger. She's got anger!

Introverted: Vuk is happiest when she's alone with her sheep. She tires easily from all the mindless chit-chat that other dogs seem so keen on. She wouldn't mind having a dog friend or two, so long as they don't mind her listening quietly rather than tell big stories.

Jealous: Is the farmer smiling about another farmdog's achievements? That simply won't do, she will have to work twice, no- three times as hard now! That sour feeling, the growing pit in her stomach; Vuk is very familiar with jealousy. She wants to be the only good girl in the farmer's eyes, and she will make sure of it.

Rigid: There's Vuk's way, or there's the door. Good luck trying to tell her there's other ways to do her job. She's got her ideas, her mindset, her routine, and they've worked perfectly well for the past 5 years, and she doesn't need anyone telling her otherwise, thank you very much!

Bigoted: Those damned strays. She just doesn't trust them, not one bit. Nothing makes her blood boil more than seeing a pack of stray dogs near her fence. They steal supplies, food, livestock. Farmsteaders work their butts off day in, day out to maintain the farm, and they just come in and take it all away, like it belongs to them. And what do they do anyway? Just walk around and laze about, not a care in the world!

Vuk doesn't like pets much better though; pompous little dogs, they are. Far too dainty and weak, spoiled rotten, soft. What did they ever do to deserve unconditional love and care? Why do they get everything they want while doing absolutely nothing for it, while Vuk has to work so hard just to get a small smile and a dry "good girl, Vuk." It's unfair and it's not right.

Backstory: Vuk was bred and raised to be a livestock guardian dog. She hails from generations of excellent livestock guardian dogs, and is very proud to be one herself. Vuk was born on the farm she now works at, born at night in the barn among the sheep. Her first memory is of sleeping in a bed of fresh wool, surrounded by her mother and her siblings while listening to the bleating of sheep, a sound that now brings her a deep sense of comfort whenever she hears it.

When Vuk came of age, she along with her siblings were trained by their mother and the farmer to be a proper shepherd. She learned to be gentle with the sheep, not to chase them, and to respect their boundaries. For the first 2 years of her life, Vuk worked alongside her mother. Her siblings had been given to other farms, but she got to stay, which she was grateful for as she liked the farm. She also liked working with her mother as they got along well. She made Vuk into who she is now, embedded the values of a strict routine, of dilligence, and of stoicism into her. They made a great team together, and everyone seemed happy.

One fateful day her idyllic life got abruptly uprooted, when a pack of strays raided the farm, took supplies and got into a fight with her mother. Her mother did not survive the injuries she sustained in that fight, having been an old dog by that point. Nothing was the same after that. Vuk was suddenly all alone, and the farmer became quieter and grew more distant. Vuk felt conflicted, she had feelings of jealousy over her mother, but felt guilty for feeling that way. She threw herself into her job, solely focussing on trying to be the best shepherd Canidale had ever seen, in hopes of getting the farmer to cheer up and recognize her hard work, so things could go back to the way they were.

But as the years went by, nothing seemed to change. She is now 5 years old, and already she's starting to slow down. She's terrified of disappointing the farmer, and now more than ever does she rely on her late mother's wisdom to pull her through- even if it does more harm than good.

Group History:

Other:

Relationships:

Currently open to: friends, enemies, acquaintances, and possibly siblings/cousins/nieces/niblings

[Name] - [Faction]

[relationship]

Collabs: closed

RP: closed

Plotting: open!

Description

Detailed ref: [link]

Name: Vuk
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Cis female (she/her)

Sexuality: Asexual

Smell: She smells strongly of earth and sour milk.

Breed: Mutt (among which: Caucasian Ovcharka, Šarplaninac, Great Pyrenees, Borzoi, and Saint Bernard)

Weight: 50 kg / 110 lbs
Height: 75 cm / 29 inch

Faction: Farmstead
Notoriety Level: 1
Job: Shepherd

Personality:

Diligent: Vuk works hard to protect the farmer's sheep and will not rest or eat until she knows for sure they're safe. She has a strict routine that she follows every morning: scout the perimeters; make sure the fence is secure; check for predator tracks; mark the territory to keep predators and strays out; and end it by making sure the herd is complete and doing alright. If all is well, then, and only then, will she look after herself.

Supportive: Does the neighbouring farm need an extra guard dog? Sure. A fellow farmdog asks for some of Vuk's kibble because the farm cat ate their share? Here you go. One of their own sheep has a hurt leg and needs help walking? Lean on me. Vuk would never think twice about helping anyone from her in-group. They only need to ask, and she'll do what she can! Vuk cares for her faction and understands that they need to help each other so they can thrive.

Caring: While the sheep can be a bit frustrating at times- especially when adventurous lambs get too curious for their own good and wander out of her sight- she does care for them deeply and wouldn't trade them for the world. They are her family after all!

Stoic: You wouldn't see Vuk yelp from stepping on a thorn, or getting rammed by an angry sheep. She won't even so much as flinch when the farmer has to patch her up after fighting off nasty coyotes or worse: strays. Showing emotions isn't her thing, really. Unless you want anger. She's got anger!

Introverted: Vuk is happiest when she's alone with her sheep. She tires easily from all the mindless chit-chat that other dogs seem so keen on. She wouldn't mind having a dog friend or two, so long as they don't mind her listening quietly rather than tell big stories.

Jealous: Is the farmer smiling about another farmdog's achievements? That simply won't do, she will have to work twice, no- three times as hard now! That sour feeling, the growing pit in her stomach; Vuk is very familiar with jealousy. She wants to be the only good girl in the farmer's eyes, and she will make sure of it.

Rigid: There's Vuk's way, or there's the door. Good luck trying to tell her there's other ways to do her job. She's got her ideas, her mindset, her routine, and they've worked perfectly well for the past 5 years, and she doesn't need anyone telling her otherwise, thank you very much!

Bigoted: Those damned strays. She just doesn't trust them, not one bit. Nothing makes her blood boil more than seeing a pack of stray dogs near her fence. They steal supplies, food, livestock. Farmsteaders work their butts off day in, day out to maintain the farm, and they just come in and take it all away, like it belongs to them. And what do they do anyway? Just walk around and laze about, not a care in the world!

Vuk doesn't like pets much better though; pompous little dogs, they are. Far too dainty and weak, spoiled rotten, soft. What did they ever do to deserve unconditional love and care? Why do they get everything they want while doing absolutely nothing for it, while Vuk has to work so hard just to get a small smile and a dry "good girl, Vuk." It's unfair and it's not right.

Backstory: Vuk was bred and raised to be a livestock guardian dog. She hails from generations of excellent livestock guardian dogs, and is very proud to be one herself. Vuk was born on the farm she now works at, born at night in the barn among the sheep. Her first memory is of sleeping in a bed of fresh wool, surrounded by her mother and her siblings while listening to the bleating of sheep, a sound that now brings her a deep sense of comfort whenever she hears it.

When Vuk came of age, she along with her siblings were trained by their mother and the farmer to be a proper shepherd. She learned to be gentle with the sheep, not to chase them, and to respect their boundaries. For the first 2 years of her life, Vuk worked alongside her mother. Her siblings had been given to other farms, but she got to stay, which she was grateful for as she liked the farm. She also liked working with her mother as they got along well. She made Vuk into who she is now, embedded the values of a strict routine, of dilligence, and of stoicism into her. They made a great team together, and everyone seemed happy.

One fateful day her idyllic life got abruptly uprooted, when a pack of strays raided the farm, took supplies and got into a fight with her mother. Her mother did not survive the injuries she sustained in that fight, having been an old dog by that point. Nothing was the same after that. Vuk was suddenly all alone, and the farmer became quieter and grew more distant. Vuk felt conflicted, she had feelings of jealousy over her mother, but felt guilty for feeling that way. She threw herself into her job, solely focussing on trying to be the best shepherd Canidale had ever seen, in hopes of getting the farmer to cheer up and recognize her hard work, so things could go back to the way they were.

But as the years went by, nothing seemed to change. She is now 5 years old, and already she's starting to slow down. She's terrified of disappointing the farmer, and now more than ever does she rely on her late mother's wisdom to pull her through- even if it does more harm than good.

Group History:

Other:

Relationships:

Currently open to: friends, enemies, acquaintances, and possibly siblings/cousins/nieces/niblings

[Name] - [Faction]

[relationship]

Collabs: closed

RP: closed

Plotting: open!