Witch Dogs

Name: Mallacht (Curse in irish, funny cause he has a scottish accent)
Gender: male
Age: pup
Design: 21
Lineage: Ravenlocke
Personality:
Abrasive: Mallacht has a harsh way of communicating, brought about by his lack of socialization and etiquette. Being ditched by his family from a young age he has grown to be quite blunt and defensive in his speech. Not quite understanding what he is saying or how he is saying it can be wrong and somewhat abusive.
Adaptable: He is quick to learn to suit his role, able to understand what he is supposed to be on a moments notice. He has grown to be good at figuring out the best way to survive anything, he is somewhat manipulative with his tactics. He doesn't mean to be, he has simply grown to be better fit for survival.
Analytical: Mal often analyzes every situation he is in, and the people who surround him. Taking note of weaknesses, emotions, and more.
Clever: He is a cunning little boy, charming in a way he does not quite mean to be. He can be suave when needed, and then a prankster next. In the art of being clever with both his words and his actions, he can be a master when needed.
Deceitful: He is a fibber. That is it. He sometimes gets so caught up in his lies he forgets what the truth was. Keen on telling white lies here and there, after all, what real harm can it cause? He doesn't seem to understand that lying is wrong. The only time he seems to be truly truthful is when he is telling someone's fortunes. He is wise enough not to skewer the words of gods.
Empathetic: Mallacht is quite empathetic, it is his biggest weakness. Especially when it's a pretty lady, or a pretty man. If he sees someone cry who seems to be unable to defend themself he is often ready to rush into battle for them. It proves to be the one of the only ways someone can get under his skin.
Extroverted: He loves to party, doesn't matter how. He is keen on getting drunk and being happy to partake in things he definitely should not be. While young he has been exposed to a lot more than others, and perhaps it has evolved into being a way to soothe the thoughts in his head. But other than that, he is always happy to chat it up even with strangers.
Foul-mouthed: Man does not know how to filter himself, cussing up a storm constantly. Without someone to teach him to be polite and being exposed to far to many adults cussing he seems to think that is the norm, and now has a habit he just can't break.
Impulsive: Mal is impulsive in nature, quick to rush into anything. Not quite able to stop himself to fully think it through sometimes, and just figuring it out as he goes. This sometimes causes him to rush into dangerous situations head first.
Insightful: Maybe he is just good at reading people, or maybe his bones, cards, and smoke signals don't lie to him. He trusts that the gods give him the ability to read another's fortune.
Intuitive: He seems to be able to read other's emotions quite well, this is both a helpful skill for day to day life and for his practices.
Jealous: Abandonment has affected his life in harsh ways, what affections he does gain he does not like to let go of. Becoming extremely possessive and jealous of anyone that gives him it, and spiteful of anyone that can take it away.
Noncommittal: This seems to be another one of things having his parents abandon him has done to him, he seems to no matter how bad he craves affection, shy away from it. As much as he craves to be around someone his greatest fear takes over and he just cannot commit to anything, as a pup friends suffer from this. There will be few. As a teenager, women and men will find he shrinks away from their attention. Or lets it simmer to be something quick and easy, a night of flirtation and maybe a sneaky kiss, and then he will say it did not matter to him at all. Even if it did, and maybe it was even the best night of his life.
History:
Mallacht was born a bastard child, his father never in the picture. And his mother, oh she was glorious to everyone else, prized for her knowledge and kindness. But behind locked doors, she hated Mal, blamed him for his father abandoning their family. And soon enough she abandoned him, out in the middle of butt fuck nowhere.

Barely old enough to be off his mothers milk and he was already stuck to his own devices, he bartered and followed traders. Hanging onto the only thing his mother let him keep, which was his name and what beliefs she had shared with him.

He continued to grow, not knowing what to do or who to find. All he knew was his families name, and that he would not let himself be abandoned again.