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[ Last Updated ] 1.5.2018

Name;; Oskar
Age;; 7 {human years} | 49 {dog years}
Gender;; Male [he/him]
Rank;; Sigma
Breed;; Great Dane
Appearance;; [here]
*Oskar has only three legs. His front left one is missing.
Personality;;
Compassionate | Hardworking | Loyal
Folksy | Placid | Quiet
Abrasive | Odd | Passive

Interest / Mate;; None / None
Pups;; None
Friendly With;; None
Neutral With;; None
Unfriendly With;; None

History;; Oskar lived a rather average life - for a Great Dane, that is. He was quickly adopted by a man as a gift for his four children, who were struggling with the divorce of their parents, before he was even weaned off his mother's milk. As soon as he was able to survive without the care of his mother he was shipped off across country to live with the family that was willing to take him in. Oskar got along great with the four kids but he bonded particularly well with the older male - Oskar came to call him Master - who he lived with at all times, even when the kids were sent off to their mother's. He was raised to be an obedient and affectionate dog who worked his tail off to earn everything he wanted.
Just six months before the war started Oskar fell ill. He could barely move due to sharp joint pains, he rarely ate or drank water, and he couldn't bring himself to play with the kids he loved oh-so dearly. He was so terribly sick and so unlike himself that Master brought him to the vet where he was diagnosed with bone cancer. The vets rushed him off to surgery where they amputated his leg where the tumor grew. Oskar spent a few days in recovery at the vet's office until he was given the okay to return home. He spent months adjusting to life with three legs with the support of Master who, alongside his ex-wife and four children, treated him like royalty.
By the time the war started Oskar had adjusted well to the loss of his leg and there had even been a few weeks where he was capable of rough-playing with all four of the children. In fact, he was playing with the four kids in the backyard when the planes flew overhead. Master called them all inside, piled them into his truck - though Oskar had to remain in the back because all five seats were full - and off they went to pick up the kids' mother. Oskar was growing anxious and began to pace in the bed of the truck when another plane flew above them, startling Master into driving the truck off-road. He was flung out of the truck before Master could gain control and right his driving. His family drove away, oblivious to the fact that Oskar was desperately limping after their speeding truck. Unable to catch up and left with achy bones, Oskar spent the next few days scavenging for his survival in surrounding towns.
He finally stumbled upon Bullet and his pack, and was quickly accepted in where he took on the slow-paced role of sigma.