Slowly Editing this but I really wanted to get this up and posted xD

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Basic Information

Name: Idra
Nickname: Ghost
Age: 2 years
Gender: Female
Breed: Aussie Mutt
Rank: Chief Raider
Health: Infected Stage 3 (early stages of it)

The Infection

Main Effect:
Blood Shot Eyes
Impervious to Pain
Increase Appetite
Loss of Fur
Vomiting
Bleeding From Nose

Side Effect:
Insomnia
Manic Energy
Eye Discoloration
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Personality:

Obsessive || Possessive || Witty || Social || Psychotic || Silver tongue || Happy-go-lucky


_{Ghost indeed one odd female, but that is to be assumed when living out in the wasteland. Learning from an early age, she learned to be quick with her tongue, to get herself out of trouble, to save her own skin when faced with a challenge outside of her skill. She is deceitful and has no issue using others for her own good. If being chased by others, she'd be the one to trip another canine, so they others would get the dog instead of her. Despite all those good nature flaws in her, she is indeed a normally happy canine, even with the infection plaguing her body more and more as the moons pass by. It is rare to see her depressed or bitter, she just can;t hold onto emotions like that.}


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Accessories

_{Work In Progress}

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History

<sub>Ghost was born in the wastelands, her mother and father raiders themselves. So it was only keen, that she too would be raised in the way of being a ruthless killing machine, giving pity to none, and giving nothing, but the sweet embrace of death to all that cross them. The birth of Ghost was a bit rare, hard for infected dogs to breed and give birth successfully, though it was easy to see a mutation in the young Ghost. Her right eye was slitted like that of a cat, while her eyes were born pink, always having that blood shot look to them. Parents were concerned they raised a weak link, and like any good parents, once Ghost was weened of age and could survive away from shelter, her parents made her as an outcast.

Ghost was left alone in the waste, it was a test she saw it. A way of seeing if she was indeed a survivor or just another corpse along the battle field of the waste. As the days passed Ghost began to get desperate, food was scarce and shelter seemed none existence. Ghost did what any dog would want to do to survive.... she fed on corpses. But little did she know the true nature of being cannibalistic, eating the flesh of infected canines quickly tainted her mind. Making her possessive as well as obsessive over the corpses she found. Ghost became a lone war machine, her goal always to add to her collection of corpses. Only getting rid of them when flesh was stripped of bones and all was left was bones and dust. Ghost fighting was unlike most, she never attacked in the open only attacked when the wind would raise and it would blind into the convoy. Her goal to separate the group and attack them one by one, to slowly drive fear into them, and make them go insane. Hence how she got the name Ghost. Once she killed them she would drag them to her forte of corpses and add them to her lovely collection.

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Strengths: Stealth || Quick Witted || Survivalist

<sub>Stealth
Ghost is not always the strongest of them, but she uses her stealth to sneak up on others to get the surprise attack and grand upper hand if successful. This also helps keep her alive, when she feels as if she attacked a group out of her skill range, and she will quickly vanish as soon as she came.

Quick Witted
Ghost knows a way with words, and can easily get herself out of trouble when it comes to the other dogs that live in the waste.

Survivalist
Living in the waste you must become crueler then the cruel, and out smart all others to survive here in the wastelands. Luckily for Ghost her parents kicking her out was her savoir to her say the least. She learned what was good and what wasn't When to drink at the watering place and when not to.</sub>

Flaws/Weaknesses Possessive || Wild Card || Cannibalistic

<sub>Possessive
When Ghost becomes possessive, it becomes nearly impossible to be near her, she will guard a corpse if her life depended on it. She has no issue attacking her own team or any canine that dares to get to close.

Wild Card
Ghost is a bit of a wild card, at times they believe it is bets to keep her out on her own when fighting, as she sometimes looses herself in battle and has been known to attack other raiders and wasteland dogs. She can either be a great alley or your worst enemy. It all depends on her mood, or if she had fed any time soon.

Cannibalistic
Eating the flesh of others is frowned upon as it taints your mind so much faster, and with Ghost, she has no issue when food is scarce for her to attack a wasteland dog and eat them. She has no issue about eating a friend, to her they will always be a friend. With this Ghost is quickly becoming more and more deranged, to the point she may need to be put out or become a risk to others.</sub>



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Relationships:

_{Work In Progress}

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RP Example

_{The warmth of him next to her, always seemed to relax Ghost, that feeling of someone being next to her, was a feeling unlike any other. To have that comfort, that she wasn't alone. Ghost snuggled in closer the male, taking his scent and body heat, oh how she missed this, oh how she craved to be like this forever. Slowly she opened her blood shot eyes, looking into those pale blue eyes, she felt home here, this was how it showed be shouldn't it? She was afraid to say such words that was building up inside her, though she had to, she must! "I love you." she whispered out, the male gave no reply, but that didn't matter to her. Not all. Silence spoke louder then words she thought. Ghost lifted up a paw, it was oddly, wet and sticky. Leaning her paw to her mouth, she gave it a quick few licks, to which her stomach seemed to growl pleasingly. Ghost stood up and looked down at the male, he seemed to have such a peaceful look to him. "You have been wonderful my dear, truly you have... But I fear my hunger has indeed gotten then best of me." She remarked as slitted cat eye narrowed widely as she lowered her muzzle to the male and quickly she began to fed on the fresh corpse she was sleeping with. Love was so bitter sweet.}

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Other:

_{*Ghost talks to her corpses and will hold conversations with them as if they could talk back.
*She eats nothing but corpses, saying meat of any of the sort is not as rich.
*Ghost is an aussie mix and when born she was thick coated, but as the year passed she is quickly loosing her fur and she runs the risk of having little to no coat in the future years.
*Her eyes have become pained, and blood shot. Red veins always stretch in them and she constantly drips blood out of them, her constant scratching of her eyes make them raw and tender all around}