[indent][hider=WalMart Customer ID] [center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhAcERODM7g] [i]"...If I could begin to be Half of what you think of me I could do about anything I could even learn how to love When I see the way you act..." "....Wondering when I'm coming back I could do about anything I could even learn how to love like you Love like you......"[/i][/url][/center] [hr] [indent][h3][i]PERSONAL ACCOUNT[/i][/h3][/indent] [b]NAME:[/b] Scats Kibble of the Mannapro Tribe [b]GENDER:[/b] Male [b]DEPARTMENT:[/b] Pets and Animals [b]AGE:[/b] 29 [b]APPEARANCE:[/b] Feral. Rabid. Primal. Scat is noticably wilder than most other inhabitants of the Wal. In fact, the wild lives on in his body. Literally. His shaggy, unkept hair is a nest for cockroach lice, dwarf ticks and all manner of pest to make their home in with one single green eye peering curiously through his bangs. Stripes of dried pond scum tinged with smudges of dirt layer cover his tanned cheeks with the heavy odor of animal dung following him like a second shadow. Needless to say, it's unsurprising at this point to also notice that his left eye is missing, a wicked grooved scar running down from his forehead to his chin. However, he is not so uncivilized enough to go out nude into the harshness of the Wal, even if he would like to. Scat's baggy cloak of stitched together pet pelts and animal feed bags belie a hardy and lithe developed body, borne from living in the inhospitable jungle-like quagmires of Pets and Animals. Outwardly marking himself as a person of superstition, Scat wears a straw-hat with various talismans of pet bones and parts dangling from the rim. In terms of protection, he wears the trademark fish-bowl helmet of the Pet-Hunters underneath his hat, bane of all Brand Gangs who dare stalk within their territory. [hr] [indent][h3][i]RESUME[/i][/h3][/indent] They said when Scats was born, he wrung a dire-racoon’s neck off with his bare hands and beat a dire-pidgeon to death with its tail. At the age of five, he tamed a dire-lizard the size of a Stocker bot. At the age of ten, he disemboweled a rat-roach the size of a - By the Great Sam, that doesn’t sound quite right. Perhaps another consultation of the sacred historical pamphlets are required…… Let’s try this again. They said when Scats was born, a dire-pidgeon carried him off into the ceilings and dropped him on his head. When he was three, a dire-racoon nearly bit his neck off when he attempted to tame his first beast. When he was five, he ventured out into the FROZENS Aisle and was nearly eaten alive in the aisles of fridges. When he was ten - You get the idea, don’t you? Whether it's wholesale lies, truth or a mixture of both, it's still hard to believe that this lunatic shopper is indeed the son of the greatest Pet-Hunter who ever lived, Litterbox. Born in the Mannapro Tribe, Scat wasn't the most mentally sound of all of Litterbox's spawn. Sure, he had the appearance of an warrior and the physicality to match it but what was more disconcerting to Litterbox was his son's primitive behavior. He couldn't even speak complete sentences, walked around on his fours and communicated his displeasure with grunts and signs. Over time, Litterbox learnt that his son had a miraculous intuition to understand and comprehend what animals were saying. The way he tossed out rationed Cereai oats to dwarf dire-crows or bark at the guard wolf-hounds, it wasn't just the mindless ramblings of an insane individual. Each incomprehensible blabber, grunt and hiss had a logic to them. A pattern. Litterbox saw the potential for Scat to become an excellent Pet-Hunter and was about to propose to the Pet Judges about his capabilities...... However, disaster struck when Scat's father died after defending an outpost from a roving clan of Greenthumbs. They had been furious at the department for daring to let their pets graze on their sacred hills. They never found his body after the raid, though it is agreed that the Greenthumbs mulched all Pet-Masters who went missing into fertilizer. That's when the ostracization began. Not outright, open bullying, mind you, since any one of Litterbox's children garnered a certain level of respect within the tribes. One day, whilst sheparding a flock of parakeets towards the Aviary, Scats noticed that a group of Pet-Hunters was restraining the most vicious and unruly pet he'd ever seen packed in the form of a small rabbit. Word around was that it'd had gone insane after the last Pet=Hunter it'd bonded with died on a scavenging trip. Whilst the law of the Judges forbade that any pet be wantonly killed without a proper reason, muzzling seemed almost a worst fate than death for any pet. Invoking the last of the authority that he had as the son of LitterBox and sacrificing his own left eye to ensure his ownership of the pet, Scat managed to save the rabid dire-rabbit in time from a life of being trapped within a cage for eternity. Unfortunately for Scat, the rabbit didn't seem to be grateful. Merely just more aggravated than it had been before. Although their relationship was rocky at first, involving ludicrous amounts of getting liberally drenched in pet piss and nearly having his throat ripped out by the ruthless rabbit, they slowly grew to become steadfast companions. Naming him Paw, Scat [hr] [indent][h3][i]RECEIPT[/i][/h3][/indent] [b]PERSONAL GOAL[/b]: To successfully complete the Pet-Master's Pilgrimage - a ritualistic journey only undertaken by the most suicidal of Pet-Hunters in order to prove themselves as a worthy Pet-Master. Only 8 former Pet-Masters have managed to complete the Pet-Master's Pilgrimage successfully. Those who prove themselves to be worthy of the title of Pet-Master will possess the most authority within Pets and Animals. [u][b]LIKES[/b][/u] - Getting up close and personal with deadly dire-animals that could fit a man in their jaws. - Booping the snoot. - Collecting [u][b]DISLIKES[/b][/u] - Greenthumbs. - [b]REPUTE[/b]: Insane supernatural animal pies piper [b]HEEL:[/b] Call of the Wild [b]CODE:[/b] Pets Friend; Not Food [b]QUIRKS:[/b] Picking bugs from people's hair, scratching his pet's nose or belly and cutting off the ears of his enemies. [hr] [indent][h3][i]PERFORMANCE REVIEW[/i][/h3][/indent] The Critter Whisperer ► Whilst most PetMasters can command their chosen Pet effectively, Scat is only one of the few PetMasters in the Wal who is effectively able to both empathise and communicate with them reliably. How To Train Your Pets - For Dummies ► Every Pet-Master is expected to only know how to kill but to skin, to hut, to know what their mounts and prey are capable and how best to foster their talents. Pet-Hunter Extraordinaire ► You aren’t a son of a Pet-Hunter if you don’t know how to hunt. [indent][h3][i]GROCERIES[/i][/h3][/indent] Purlina Satchel of 100% STRONG AND TUFF Herbal Supplements - Now in 21 Different Flavours! ► Every shopper knows of the reknowned STRONG AND TUFF that has earned Pets and Animals its rightful status as one of the most powerful departments in the Wal. This pet food additive contains a cocktail of mutagenic steroids and exotic hormones radically causes extreme physiological and genetic changes within any animal who consumes it. The chemical recipe is a guarded secret of the Breeder tribes who live within Pets and Animals; each having their own unique effect. This chemical mixture, brewed by Scats, is specially designed to be able to be consumed by any species, albeit at a reduced potency compared to STRONG AND TUFF that specifically targets single species. Extended feeding is required for STRONG AND TUFF to have any effect. Reinforced Cruft's Canine Frisbee-Rang ► When all you have is a rock, you throw it. In this case, this modified frisbee is Scat’s preferred weapon of choice out in the wastes of the Wal. Covered Portable 650 nm Tronic Laser Pointer ► The light that this laser point emits is extremely receptive to the enhanced senses of the dire-animals that roam inside the Wal. ACME Portable Brass Dog-Whistle ► Experienced Pet-Masters are capable of conversing with their animal worth the variety of pitches and sounds this whistle can create. Pet-Hunter's Habit ► A durable patchwork cloak composed of pet leathers, feathers and scales held together by shoestring and rubber bands. [/hider][/indent]