TDE: Bo App

Skelts: 35
Status: Healthy

Name: Beauregard (just goes by "Bo")
Age: 2
Gender: Male
Breed: Pointer Mix (he seems to have some Irish setter traits)
Rank: Mask Maker

Personality: .::Smart::. .::Creative::. .::Clumsy::. .::Hyper::.
Bo is obviously a very clever boy, he usually works hours on end to make masks more, and more advanced, he's a very resourceful inventor. His creativity comes off as being a bit eccentric because he's known for talking to himself or singing while he works, he can also become a tad bit obsessive with his projects, but it's always worth it in the end. Being clumsy is a flaw in Bo's profession, he often knocks things over, breaks things, messes up plans, and on occasion catches his tail on fire. Resulting in him having to start all over. He's full of energy and sometimes can't focus on making a mask for a long period of time. He sometimes leaves his shop to just go and randomly run around Eden to attempt to burn of some of his bottled up energy.

History: Bo was the only survivor out of his litter, because he and his siblings where born during a cold and brutal winter, his littermates fell ill in the icy temeratures and one by one they slipped away. Due to this loss he was beloved and gaurded over by his parents. 
His mother was a care taker and so was sweet and caring by nature. His father was a convate: he wanted his son to grow up and join the brave dogs who fight for Eden's safety. Bo didn't appear to have any interest in doing this deed however. Infact the pup was more interested in masks that the dogs his father knew had to wear. He would often sit around talking to the bigger dogs about their masks and how to make them better.
The dogs usually laughed his good ideas off and sent him on his way. Bo's father became tired of his son's constant goofing off. He grew to despise the was his son would collect colorful peices of paper or glass that he found, or how his son began making making his own prototyped masks. He began forcing Bo to go and train with him. The pup was nothing compared to his father and he would often end up broken and bloodied after his father's severe trainings. 
His father went off to work one day and never returned. Bo was too young to understand what had happened: that his father had gotten infected and was now out in the wastelands, slowly turning savage and going mad.
As Bo grew up, he found out that two roles had been played in his father's infection: a wastelander ambush, and a faulty mask. Bo vowed he would never let any other dogs suffer in that way, and began on the quest to make the perfect mask.
Strengths: Anything creative, tracking, and he's not a bad fighter.
Flaws/Weaknesses: Deaf in his right ear, too hyper and unfocused at times, and is somewhat cowardly.
Relationships: None yet. 

RP Example: Bo's fairly loud humming filled the little area that he worked in. The young mutt stood next to a round pit filled with hot coals. He intently was a peice of metal as it was beginning to turn bright orange due to the heat. The young pooch wagged his tail and hopped over the pit with ease: making his way up to a wall lined with shelves that where filled with leather straps, paint buckets and strange looking tools. He looked among the tools, continuing to hum as he wagged his tail. "What in the world did I do with my goggles?" He wondered outloud, his eyes still scanning across the shelves intently. "For howlin' out loud..." he gave a big sigh. "If I have to buy new ones I'll be down a good 13 skelts." He grumbled before turning back to his fire and smiling as he used a metal pair of tongs to fish out the metal peices and dropped it in a tub of water to cool it.
Other: 
-His right ear is deaf and torn as a result of one of his father's "trainings".
-His tail is almost always bandaged up, from numerously catching it on fire.
More coming later...