Joel Heymen

[I L Y I C H]

Gender: male
Age: 4 years
Species: 50% folami ; 50% german shepherd

Eye color: blue
Body Build: tall; average build
Fur Length: short - medium
Spay/Neutered/Steral: N/a
In-depth:
* smaller then Jack but not quiet as short as Michael. Maybe a fraction taller then Ray.

Mother: Heather
Father: Johan
Siblings: Ivan. Pamela.
Friends: AH
Mate: Ray
Children: N/a

Trained?: Yes.
Opposing the feline massacre?: Yes.
Personality:
- Casual
- A born actor
- extremely anxious
- dry sense of humor
- sarcastic bitch
- playful
- slips between serious and immature in seconds
- prankster
- loud mouthed when excited about something
- rather quiet when he doesn't care
- blunt
- self conscious
- messy
- comedian
- human-loathing
- grudge holder

Still part of a pack?: Fuck you. Achievement Hunters
Rank: Comedic Relief
History:
- born to a folami mother who's people thought her to be a dog and a german shepherd stud joel and his siblings were pretty much fucked from the start.
- nothing very exciting happened during his childhood, though his humans were mildly shocked by how fast the pups had grown; assuming their mother to be part great dane or something.
- joel was adopted out at 7 weeks of age to a very kind young family and their three year old daughter.
- he lived loved and grew with the young family for three years and never expected to be betrayed. hell he saved their lives right before they gave him up.
- a burglar broke into the home with a gun and joel attacked him after he attempted to fire and failed. it was here that the scientists saw pictures taken of the 'hero' dog and called the family.
- oh but apparently he was dangerous. he was a liability. he might hurt their kid. those talks where the adults pretended he couldn't damn well hear them were the worst. they set bitterness and pain in his gut and wouldn't let him go.
- they didn't even let him say bye to his little girl. mom said she didn't want the tears. they just took him and handed him to a terrifying man in a horrifying building and turned their backs while he screamed for them to come back. to help him. oh god where was this horribly smelling man taking him?
- training was hell. it was bitter and painful and horrible. it turned joel's heart inside out and made him a cold callus thing, though he fought to keep a nice outer shell for those around him. God they were all just kids and they were being put through this. he set it to himself to protect them. to help them. he might be a half breed as some of them sneered but god dammit he wasn't going to leave them in fear the way he had been left.
- sometimes at night even to this day he will whine in his sleep and beg for his parents to come back. to save him. thinking with tears at the back of his yes that maybe they could wipe all the scars away. they could mend all his ugly bits and make him happy again. but they never came back and no matter what wishful leasing begging thinking he could muster joel knew they wouldn't ever do so.
- in the night when he was four and ravaged right down to his painfully kind heart the older man was released upon the world. They let him keep his collar, which he guessed he was grateful for, though it was the only thing. Hatred was what ruled most of joel's days in the beginning. Hatred for man and the folami he was forced amongst. Hatred for the blood they expected him to spill. He hadn't grown up brainwashed like they had. Sure he had the instinct to chase little things but fucking lions weren't little to him.
- and so as joel fights to keep a smile on his face he finds himself away from those idiots back in the pack. run away. far into the central lands, and maybe when he hears the cry for help. Saving from humans he runs a little too hard and a little to crazed for his own good. but so help him he would never leave anyone else to suffer what he had.

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