Name: Roric Keats
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Personality: A few words to describe Keats? The engine is running, but there's no one at the wheel. Elevator doesn't quiet make the top floor. Doesn't have all his cornflakes in one box. Goes surfing in Nebraska. Alright, that may be more then a few words...but the point is, this blokes not the most clever you'll ever come to meet. He runs on a constant stream of reckless, half-formed ideas (with little logic behind them), but always seems lucky enough to stumble his way out of a bad spot. He's optimistic to a fault and would like nothing more then to forget his problems with a good laugh- oh, and maybe with the help of a little booze, too. It's hard to tell just how much he's been drinking, because he's naturally not that balanced and always seems a little...too friendly. He's a bit of a personal-space invader, which can be annoying to some. Though that's just because he loves being around people. This can get a little complicated with an incredibly 'characteristic' accent like Rorics. It's hard for people to understand him- and although he can talk quiet 'normally' if you ask him too, he clings to his accent because he feels that whatever his forgotten background is, the accent is the one thing he has left of it. He doesn't remember anything from his past...a few hazy memories pop and up and there, and the closer he gets to the water the happier he feels, but he's not too concerned about any of that at the moment.
Appearance: Coming soon. Tall and lanky, black hair and a nose that looks like it was broken once and not set back the right way. He wears a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, usually a grey tuque, with a pair of bright orange Kanye West sunglasses too add a touch of douchbag to the look. All this is complemented with black rubber boots. His eyes are very close to that of a toothdogs- At the moment, he has a large bandage tightly wrapped around his stomach, and he's a little afraid of taking it off...
Background: Roric was born and raised on the coast of Newfoundland, in a tiny fishing village. He lived a happy, carefree life. For the last couple of years he's been working with his two brothers in the fishing plant, mostly on the boats (this is where Roric broke his nose, messing around near the cranes). Roric was being nomadic, hitchhiking his way to a bigger town for the weekend, when he was kidnapped.
Classification: Genetically spliced with toothdog. More to come. But for now a bit of information- Roric has his sense of smell, sound, and hearing raised, along with being more durable. His eyes splinter into toothdog eyes if his bodies stressed, and although he hasnt removed the bandage covering his stomach yet, underneath there's a very lovely toothdog-like mouth.
Partner: Ranyllen D. Westwood.