Name: Slug
Age: Unknown
Species: Greyhound
Appearance: soon to come
Personality: Calm, kind to very few, cunning, filterless, knows no boundaries but would much rather stay away from strangers
Clothing: a dirtied, baggy army-green mechanic's jumpsuit that once belonged to her obviously much larger father, a dirty white cut-off tank top underneath, scuffed up sandy brown combat boots, two dark-brown slightly torn knit bandanas pulled up over her snout, fingerless knit gloves, and a pair of thick aviator goggles worn around her neck
Weapons: soon to come
Backstory: Since birth, Slug was always told by her loving father that she was too pure for a place like the wasteland. She never believed him... But her love for him was always too great to oppose him, so she humored him instead. When he wanted her to explore their family's faith and become the priestess of their town, she agreed. Reluctantly, but it was only to see a smile on her beloved father's face. In becoming a priestess, Slug offered her mind and body only to her god and was forbidden to ever offer her love to anyone other than him or she'd be damned and exiled from her religion and hometown. For years, she remained loyal to her god only for her father's sake until a rouge wastelander changed everything for her. A series of unfortunate events later deemed her impure, leading to her being exiled from her home and shunned by her beloved father. Now, devastated and alone, Slug roams the wasteland, searching for some sort of meaning to her broken life.