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Would something like this fly? Bear with me, trying something new out here with the genre and the use of IRL face claims/pics and all!

 B O R G E R S E N 
 B O R G E R S E N




"Sometimes, your closest family's got four legs."

[ ❇ ]  B R I E F  F A M I L Y  H I S T O R Y

The Borgersen family hasn't been in town for long, and the reputation they've built isn't entirely positive so far. Not quite used to the culture of greeting and talking to your neighbours, the silent, reclusive Artair and his potential shewolf can come across as cold, distant and even suspicious to some of the members of the community — especially when patrolling the streets in the early hours of the morning or late at night, wordless and armed.

As for where the Borgersens came from and what Alistair does for a living, there are only guesses and rumours circulating about, some less complimentary than the others. He can be seen outside on his porch at odd hours of the day though, and he never seems to leave his house long enough to go to a workplace; rather, whenever he leaves, it's most often with a thermos, a backbag and the dog in tow. 
[ ❇ ]  F A M I L Y  M E M B E R S
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"Live and let live."
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 B O R G E R S E N,   A R T A I R   ||   P A T R I A R C H
B O R G E R S E N,   A R T A I R   ||   P A T R I A R C H
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________A loner at heart, Artair prefers the company of his dog to most people, and isn't very often seen interacting with others in the neighborhood. That doesn't mean, however, that he dislikes people. On the contrary, it's just that he's perfectly content watching the people around him live their lives happily, separate from his own. He feels he doesn't really know how to interact with them in a way would contribute to their lives, anyway.

Instead, he prefers to show that he cares through actions. That is, he and Taiga patrol around the neighbourhood quite often, keeping an eye out for zombies and opportunistic outsiders alike. Ever vigilant, yet ever quite-suspicious-looking to the local folk.

If it weren't for the copious amount of smoking he does and the nightmares that sometimes keep him from getting any proper shut eye, his lifestyle could be described as pretty healthy. After all, regardless of how little he slept, he can be found on a jog with Taiga every single morning before the sun rises, without exception.
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"Awoo."
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 T A I G A  ||  C O M P A N I O N
T A I G A  ||  C O M P A N I O N
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________A rescue mutt who Artair claims rescued him, not vice-versa. She quite literally walked into Artair's life as a young pup, and hasn't left his side since. Due to her appearance, she gets mistaken for a wolf quite often (even Artair made the mistake at first, and to this day cannot say for sure whether she has some wolfdog in her), which makes many people mistrust her and give her a wide berth. 

At an estimated six years old, her crazy puppy days are long past. Confident and calm, she's an observer much like her owner, hardly phased by noise or the various small critters that pass through the neighbourhood. Her alarm bark is loud, but used sparingly. She does howl quite often, though, which doesn't exactly help with the wolf allegations.

She's not too keen on most people, preferring to leave them alone and be left alone in turn, but there are a select few she likes allows to touch her, chosen by criteria even Artair isn't privy to.▅
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The Borgersen family hasn't been in town for long, and the reputation they've built isn't entirely positive so far. Not quite used to the culture of greeting and talking to your neighbours, the silent, reclusive Artair and his potential shewolf can come across as cold, distant and even suspicious to some of the members of the community — especially when patrolling the streets in the early hours of the morning or late at night, wordless and armed. As for where the Borgersens came from and what Alistair does for a living, there are only guesses and rumours circulating about, some less complimentary than the others. He can be seen outside on his porch at odd hours of the day though, and he never seems to leave his house long enough to go to a workplace; rather, whenever he leaves, it's most often with a thermos, a backbag and the dog in tow.

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Garnet's declaration didn't quite net her the oohs and aahs she'd hoped for, but it did catch the big guy's attention, at least. The goliath turned around, spotted her newly acquired compass, and asked about its origin.

Garnet cracked a grin.

She held up the item in question for him — and the rest — to see, proud as if she were a mandrill holding up a newborn lion cub. ...Which was a weird simile, but did invoke a pretty vivid scene.

Anyway.

"O'er there," the goblin answered matter-of-factly. She proceeded to point at the exact spot on the floor with her free hand, nudging her disproportionately large head in the same direction for good measure. "Was jus' lyin' 'round so I took it."

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