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Basic Information

Name: Atlas
Nickname: Shark
Age: 4 years
Gender: Male
Breed: Norwegian Loundehund Mix
Rank: Hawker // Craft Maker
Health: Healthy
Disorder Suffers from split personality.

Living with Dissociative Identity Disorder
<sub>Dissociative Identity Disorder is also known as split personality. Atlas suffers from one clear alter self, known as Shark. Though it is very unclear now if he suffers from more alter selves. It is best to assume he does that only seems a bit different and off from both himself as Atlas, and his alter self Shark. This sort of illness is mostly found in females and rarely found in males, yet here in Their Dark Eden, these are indeed rare times. This illness is caused by or so Hale believes is by serve abuse through out Atlas' life. Yet with technology how it is and little time to dwindle on just one canine, it is hard to determine what exactly caused Atlas to have this, or if he does truly have this.

With this disorder Atlas also suffers from a few other things, such as Anxiety, Post traumatic Stress, Depression. With this disorder Atlas is known for blacking out and awakening as his alter self. It is easy to assume that the switch between the two is dealt with an over amount of stress. If Atlas cannot handle it, then his other self comes out and takes control. As his alter self is able to handle other situations differently then Atlas. Yet this also tends to cause issues, as when Shark blacks out. Atlas tends to find himself in an unknown place with items or markings he did not have before.

To help deal with his disorder and the other things that come along with it. Atlas frequently visits Hale for therapy moments to try and discuss possible ways for Atlas to conquer his alter self and hopefully gain full control of himself. As it seems like the best cause to help young Atlas with his disorder.</sub>
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Personality:

Atlas
Bashful || Nervous || Sweet || Caring || Anxiety || Submissive || Quiet ||

_{Atlas tends to be very sincere with others, always trying his best to be on good behavior. He believes there is always time to be kind to another. Yet with his nervousness and anxiety it makes talking to others very difficult for him, he prefers the doing good deeds from afar. He is known for leaving small gifts at doorstops, in hopes for just a smile. For he knows actions speak louder then words. Though poor Atlas can be easily bullied and become submissive to others in a vain attempt to make friends and have others like him. He cares a lot of the opinions of others, which can lead to his own demise.}

Shark


Persuasive || Manipulative || Charmer || Dominate || Heart Breaker || Dare Devil Junkie ||

_{Shark seems to be more the bad boy attitude. He'll use anything and anyone to get his way. Whether it be toying with one's heart to get a quick fix of heated passion, or using others for mere amusements sake. Shark is a dominate canine and enjoys being the leader and put others in their place. He is also more of the dominate type in relationships whether they be sexual or not, he will try everything to remain the one in control. Despite most his flaws, he is a charmer, easily able to say the right things when needed and not be over flirtatious when needed. Though his sick pleasure is his dare devil junkie ways. He gets a thrill out the adrenaline rush and tries to get a rush every now and then. Whether it be from jumping off of buildings to taking on fights to large for him to handle. That near death rush is what really gets his blood pumping.}

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Accessories

Mask
His mask was specially designed for him. A new way of allowing him to have more perfect vision and not blind spots like most mask allows. His mask also has back up systems for his air filters. Having two back ups to the main one. Allowing for mistakes to happen or his mask to take damage. It was a pretty coin to pay, but for Atlas it was worth it when it meant life or death.
_{Work In Progress}

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History

<sub>"Well you see... I had a mother and a father like everyone else here you know? My mother was called Camellia and my father was called Kavos. Well like every family out there, well we had our good times and bad times too. Yet I guess I should start from the beginning shouldn't I? Well my father and mother loved each other wonderfully. A love that is rare to find here in Eden... No offense or anything. Well everyone has a past, yet my mother seemed to have the worst of it. Physically abused and raped well that can do things to a dog. Yet when my dad found her, he changed her life. Breathed life back into her, made Camellia that canine she was meant to be. Everything seemed to be so wonderful for them, you see. True love can do that, its a miracle worker I've heard. Maybe I can have a miracle like that? Ahh back to the story, sorry. Anyways the two were a matched made in heaven, and soon the took spoke quickly of having a family. They agreed of course as well who wouldn't want to have the miracle of life here in Eden. Plus Eden is always in need of new bodies....

Soon my folks were expecting a puppy, well that would be me of course. So much excitement to be had with a new born pup on the way. As the days passed well... from what I heard my mother had a few mishaps, slipping back into the darkness they say. Her bad past made her suffer from depression and of the sorts, though my father, a good man he was. He was always there for mother, always took care of her, bless his heart. I know it must not be easy, to watch a love one slip like that... I can only imagine the pain. Soon the months passed and I was born and given the name Atlas. I like it, not sure why I was given that name though. My mother always told me I was the most handsome thing she had ever seen. Even better looking then my father. I was raised like most pups, taken care of by a fur mother and such. Life was good, got visits from my parents. Though the bets day of my life was when they told me I could finally go home with them. Yet that was also the beginning of my true story. The story of Atlas.

While I was being raised with my fur mother, my folks were having issues of their own. My mother was in a such a state her depression and darkness was sinking in. They say her visits to see me was fine, yet leaving made her worse, seemed to take its toll on her. Once I found out I swore I would make it up to her, swore I would do whatever would make her happy. So I thought me coming home would be the best surprise for her, it was for a while. Till she heard what I was being trained for a Hawker. She didn't understand, I thought I was going to make her proud, yet it seemed to do the opposite. I told a lie to her... Maybe that was what started it all. But I told her 'I'm not really a hawker, mother. You know us we were built for climbing that's what I'll be doing safe and soundly climbing and helping other.' Maybe my mother was far more delusional then what I thought, yet she accepted it.

Living at home was easy, my father was gone a lot of the time. Working out in the waste as a forger did that you know? Well when he was away and I was young, well that's when things got a bit odd you know? I told my mother I would do anything for her, and in all honesty I would. She gave everything for me, shouldn't I do the same to her? Yet my mother had this sweetness of her, and she would be so nice to me, it wasn't until now I realized that this sweetness was something unnatural... unfitting from a mother to give her son... I didn't know though, it felt a bit wrong you understand? But she kept telling me I was young, she kept telling me it would be fine. It would be okay Atlas. I hear her voice saying that to me all the time. Its sickening... Maddening to say the least. Well my mother should affection to me that was more suited for my father... I'm so sorry.... you have to understand how hard this, to talk about. My mother was a good canine, that I know. She just needed to help...

My father came back maybe he caught on to what was going on? Maybe he went into denial, unsure of how to look at his son and love the same anymore. I remember seeing pain in his eyes. I remember him coming for me in the middle of the night. Him leaning into my ear and whispering. "You are not my son... You're a sin... a monster." Maybe he was right. Maybe that was what I was. But I was so young so foolish. I never understood. It was only a matter of days before I was kicked out away from the family. I was ignored by him from that day since, and well my mother. Grief took her and soon death followed. I blame myself for her death. I swore I would take after her... Yet look what I did... I killed her? I wish I could tell her I was sorry, wish I could stop these tears from falling. I loved her, maybe not in the way she wanted... but I did love her like a son should.

Well my father hated me all the more, I am sure of it. The passing of my mother made him bitter... Vengeful. To the point when I became a Hawker he and I could never been in a convoy together or anything. I never felt like such a disgrace. Did my birth ruin everything that was once so special? It must have... The passing of my mother did something to me... Changed me. I black out randomly I don't recall what happened the night before of how I got here. I got the nickname shark. I assumed from my mas, but some of these canines never have seen it. It makes me feel as if I lived another life, was a different dog. I know I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression. But it was okay I could handle that, yet this black outs waking up in unknown places. It's like I forget who I am. I don't like... I don't understand... Please help me. I fear I am loosing myself to something I can't even comprehend... Please help.

After all these black out I noticed I wake up with bruises sometime I woke up covered in blood, booze and smelled of something vaguely that reminded me of my mother. Dogs look at my funny and call me other names, Shark is their favorite. Some even approach me and speak of things I don't even recall. I get so stressed out and my anxiety hits I tend to black out more and more as of late. My father well he must have heard what was happening to me, demanded I be brought to see medical help, maybe he did care, yet maybe he was sick of hearing my name being called around town. Though he didn't have to worry for long, as being caged in here does something to ones soul. For my father, it snapped in two and soon, he was out in the wastelands. What kicked him out, well... I rather keep that to myself if you understand. Not ready to speak of that quite yet. Please do not judge so quickly. My life is complicated, easy to tell with simple words. If you could see it all through my eyes maybe you would understand easier.. Yet then maybe you would see what I truly am. A monster. The Monster of Eden."

-Confessions of A Tortured Soul-
More will be added to this as this is confession to his therapist.</sub>



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Strengths:

_{Climbing || Intelligence || Crafty}

Climbing
-Thanks to his six toes this hound was literally made for climbing. He is able to climb faster and move up higher slopes then the average canine as this was what his breed was for. This is also his way of surviving in the wastelands. Climbing up high slope sin hopes the infected will follow and soon climb to his best ability and pray the infected isn't as sure footed as himself and will soon slip and fall to its death.

Intelligence
-Atlas/Shark is quite knowledgeable and is able to learn things quite easily. Atlas passes most of his time with paper crafts and while his alter Shark would spend his ways chasing tails and somehow staying out of trouble.

Crafty
- Atlas is quite crafty and makes new things in Eden in hopes to bring so light down in their dark home. He is now in the habit of making paper cranes and giving them to those who have helped him on his way. This is the easiest way for him to interact with others.

Flaws/Weaknesses

_{Mental Disorder || Submissive || Easily Sick}

Mental Disorder
-Due to his mental disorder Atlas has trouble relating to others and doing things other canines would find easy, like talking to others. Atlas can go into an anxiety attack and soon dash off in hopes to settle his racing heart.

Submissive
-Atlas was never a forward canine to say the least. He can be easily bullied into doing what others do. He tends to hide in his home when it gets late out in hopes to hide from ruffians who wish to cause him harm.

Easily Sick
-His breed has quite a bit of stomach issues which can make him sick at home for days on end. This is also quite dangerous for when he goes out on the convoy if this happens he soon becomes the weak link in the pack and easy picking for an infected canines.

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Relationships:

= Apprentice
= Family
= Dead
= Uncertainty/Neutral
= Acquaintance Friend
= Good friend Best friend
= Crush/Attraction
= Mate
= Lust
= Discomfort Despise

Reid:

Robyn:


Hot List

Sexual activity
Minor activity
Regret


_{Open For Notes}

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RP Example

_{Walking seemed to numb his mind maybe his paws too, he was really to sure anymore. All he knew was he couldn't sleep, the memories of his past seemed to flood into his mind like no other. It made him feel so raw and exposed. He couldn't handle it, he knew his stress was starting to kick in, he shook his pelt and the evidence was there. Fur was beginning to fall down. Oh what a sight he was, here out in the middle of the night, the lights were dimmed he only assumed it was night. Atlas shook his head trying to rid those memories from his mind. "Please stop... Make it stop." he spoke to himself as it that would truly help. Within seconds he felt as if he was loosing himself. Head felt light and as if in slow motion he felt himself drop to the floor and then there was nothing, but darkness. Eyes awake and Shark dusted himself up a sneer of the sort on his lips as he padded onwards boldly looking for the right place to enter to get his next adrenaline fix.}

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Other:

<sub>+ Atlas as 6 toes on each front paw, allowing him to steady himself on narrow ledges
+ His breed has a hard trouble with the digestive system which makes Atlas more of a sickly fellow
+ Atlas is heavily jointed he is able to bend his skull to his back with ease.
+ Atlas is heavily nervous around females, has an easier time talking to males</sub>