Name: Roan (a form of Rowan pronounced R-Oh-n)
Birthday: July 18, 2164
Breed Of Reference: Ruff Collie/German Shepard
Roan wears an old leather Aviator's jacket she found in the attic of the farm house she and her family lived at. It acts as armor almost, protecting her back and shoulders from enemies attacks, as well as keeps the rain, extreme heat, and cold of the desert off her back. The pockets also serve to carry small things with her. A mouse or rat would fit in them easily and there are two, slightly bigger, pockets on the inside.
Sociable | Understanding | Cautious | Loyal | Calm | Spacey | Brooding |
| Sociable |
"A pleasure to meet you."
Roan is usually good with working in a group and isn't too picky about who she's with. She doesn't care to be left alone for very long, as she has always had someone with her. As long as there is at least one other with her, she won't have much of a problem.
| Understanding |
"Yes, It is hard to deal with that..."
As she's gone though some hardships herself, she has learned that empathy is better for the social health of those around her than apathy. You get along better with others if you know what they're going through.
| Cautious |
"Wait! Watch it first."
She's definitely not in a hurry to figure out most unfamiliar things or dogs. As much as she likes to chat with and be around others, not all things can be trusted so easily. She'd rather test it than trust it.
| Loyal |
"You don't think I'm just going to let you go by yourself now do you?"
Once you're past her caution, she'll stick with you. If she thinks you're in trouble, she'll at least try to help you. Roan is also rather defensive of her friends and loved ones.
| Calm |
"Alright, but it's nothing to get so worked up about."
Panic isn't her style. She's always been the type to sit back and wait if she had to, and is usually pretty clear headed during stressful events.
| Spacey |
"Humm? I'm sorry, what was it you said?"
Don't try and sit her down for a lengthy lecture or lesson...She probably won't pay attention to you for that long. If made to sit in one place for long periods of time, her mind wanders, and her train of thought jumps tracks. If you natter at her constantly she's likely to just tune you out. Nothing personal.
| Brooding |
"I can't help but wonder...Did I do the right thing?"
Roan will sit and think about things quietly if left to her own devices. She usually has a pretty good outlook on life, but there are times when she broods on the past. Her self-esteem is also good, and as soon as someone comes by, she'll more than likely snap out of it and chat with you.
Roan was born on a farm in the hillsides of the Cold Creek area, east of the city. Her litter had been a large one, she had two sisters and a brother, and it was a good time for them to be born. The working dogs on the farm had been left behind with the livestock when the humans had left, so said the old ones. It was their history, what they were taught as little pups who played in the yard until they grew strong enough to help with the farm work.
Goats and chickens comprised most of their meat diet, while roots of varying kinds made up any of the vegetation they ate. Some wild berry vines and bushes had been grown into the failing fences, creating edible if fragile boundaries. The dogs on the farm numbered around ten, not including the pups. They made it 16, as a second mother also had pups at the time.
Herding the goats and keeping the hens were not difficult tasks for the dogs there to do, the real challenges were keeping the wildlife away from their plants and animals....and keeping the goats and chickens from eating the plants. The pups were tasked with collecting eggs and chasing stray chicks for the first few lessons. Foxes and smaller nuisance creatures were also the pup's practice in learning how to survive, fight, and hunt.
Infected came, if rarely to the farm, seeking food, shelter and what have you. When one of them would come to the farm, the dogs would have to work together to get the creature as close to one of the spread out wells as they could and trap them inside it. There was a mutual agreement and rule, that anyone bitten would be lowered into a vacant dry well for several weeks to ensure the safety of the rest of the group, sad as it was. Most of the infected would starve and die in those wells. Those that didn't were killed by the fall into the deep holes.
These were the rules they lived, existed, by.
6 months/1 year-
When the young ones reached the age where they began to notice the opposite gender, the time of choosing came. It was a ritual the group had when young dogs came of age. They could take a journey of discovery, to wander and learn about the world outside of the farm, to find their place in the world. Or they could stay, and learn to live as a group, protecting the farm and their way of life there. This pivotal point would effect them for the rest of their lives. Roan and Nutoro made the choice to wander, as did two of the others, who decided not to travel in too large a group.
The pair of pairs left and traveled their separate ways, Roan and Nutoro heading to the east towards the desert, and their sister and her mate, going into the more forested south west.
Roan and Nutoro traveled the desert, following the old broken roads for several days before finding their first evidence of other dogs. It was in a town called Corn Creek, or that's what the dog they met told them it was called. They spent the next few days recovering in an abandoned gas station, having figured out how to pry open a locked door and raid the rat's nests in the basement. The dog they'd met shared in their hunting before they split paths and continued on their ways again.
It was almost a week before they came to the city of Los Vegas, and by this point they'd learned it was easier to travel at night than to trek about in the heat of the day. This behavior got them into trouble their second night in the city, and they were rescued by members of the Mohave pack. The pair of younger dogs were taken into the pack, where they shared skills, learned from each other, and settled in.
Roan became a hunter, specializing in being able to direct her prey's path the way she wanted it to go after herding goats and chickens. This became useful for bigger hunts that targeted more than one animal. Mice and rats wouldn't cut it for her.