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Kittyan "Blackhand" Kelly, Troublemaker, Mutt
Age:
25
Gender:
Male
Description:
In anywhere but New Helle, Kittyan would stick out like a car crash - but fortunately for him, an aberrant appearance and rowdy personality fit right in, in most places.
Kittyan stands at an admittedly short 5'7" with a lean, athletic physique. He possesses a thick, cream-blonde mane of hair which loosely frames his fair-skinned face, and drapes over the eyepatch that covers his left eye. His one visible eye is a honey-hazel color and is, more often than not, contrasted by a black mascara. He possesses a pair of canid ears that sit atop his head, matching his hair in tone. These expressive ears, alongside his soft yet angular facial features, which are similarly unable to conceal his emotions, make it relatively easy to decipher what he might be feeling, or perhaps thinking, at any particular moment.
If the aforementioned canine ears weren't enough to visually separate Kittyan from his fellow humans, he also has a large, wolf-like, cream-colored tail that sticks out behind him - on top of one final aspect of his appearance that draws more attention than anything else. His entire left arm, as opposed to a normal human appendage, is instead replaced by an odd, bony limb. In truth, this limb isn't formed out of bone, but is instead an extremely durable, muscular black flesh with bone-like claws - the source of his moniker "Blackhand".
Outside of any of his biological aspects, Kittyan seems to possess a considerable appreciation for fashion. One day he might wear a dark ensemble of all blacks and greys with a leather jacket and boots, and the next he might pop up in cargo shorts and a flowery t-shirt with some slides - one can never really tell. When he's working though, it's all about functionality - most usually he'll be equipped with some kind of dress-shirt and dark pants, usually cargo pants. One thing is true about every outfight though - the most distinct piece is almost always the wakizashi he wears at his left hip.
If it came to describing Kittyan, behaviorally, in one word, the task is rather easy: chaotic. He's rowdy, not too self-aware, and takes things a little less seriously than he perhaps should. He's not too concerned with how he should act, and has often had very little consequences for just behaving in any way he feels like - though more recently this has been challenged a bit under the BPS. He is, quite evidently, more concerned with having a good time than anything else. He is certainly the type to poke fun at others, and is known to cross verbal swords with those he probably shouldn't. In truth though, he rarely, if ever, holds ill-will against others - most slights can be forgiven or repaid pretty easily.
It would be easy to discard Kittyan as an airheaded madcap of an individual - but that would be a mistake. While it is true that he leaps at the more exciting tasks and takes a proverbial snooze when it comes to the less stimulating ones, there is an underlying wit to him. While he's quite loud as a person and rather headstrong, his time spent in the criminal underworld has bestowed upon him a knack for leveraging his advantages, be they socially, intellectually, or otherwise, in ways to undermine others' expectations.
As a matter of note, Kittyan doesn't seem to have any real friends, or personal connections in general. While he is on good terms with many of his previous business associates, some of them particularly good terms, there are none who he really hangs with or regularly conversates with socially. This can be assumed to be a result of him not wanting to get close to anyone in his previous career.
Kittyan stands at an admittedly short 5'7" with a lean, athletic physique. He possesses a thick, cream-blonde mane of hair which loosely frames his fair-skinned face, and drapes over the eyepatch that covers his left eye. His one visible eye is a honey-hazel color and is, more often than not, contrasted by a black mascara. He possesses a pair of canid ears that sit atop his head, matching his hair in tone. These expressive ears, alongside his soft yet angular facial features, which are similarly unable to conceal his emotions, make it relatively easy to decipher what he might be feeling, or perhaps thinking, at any particular moment.
If the aforementioned canine ears weren't enough to visually separate Kittyan from his fellow humans, he also has a large, wolf-like, cream-colored tail that sticks out behind him - on top of one final aspect of his appearance that draws more attention than anything else. His entire left arm, as opposed to a normal human appendage, is instead replaced by an odd, bony limb. In truth, this limb isn't formed out of bone, but is instead an extremely durable, muscular black flesh with bone-like claws - the source of his moniker "Blackhand".
Outside of any of his biological aspects, Kittyan seems to possess a considerable appreciation for fashion. One day he might wear a dark ensemble of all blacks and greys with a leather jacket and boots, and the next he might pop up in cargo shorts and a flowery t-shirt with some slides - one can never really tell. When he's working though, it's all about functionality - most usually he'll be equipped with some kind of dress-shirt and dark pants, usually cargo pants. One thing is true about every outfight though - the most distinct piece is almost always the wakizashi he wears at his left hip.
If it came to describing Kittyan, behaviorally, in one word, the task is rather easy: chaotic. He's rowdy, not too self-aware, and takes things a little less seriously than he perhaps should. He's not too concerned with how he should act, and has often had very little consequences for just behaving in any way he feels like - though more recently this has been challenged a bit under the BPS. He is, quite evidently, more concerned with having a good time than anything else. He is certainly the type to poke fun at others, and is known to cross verbal swords with those he probably shouldn't. In truth though, he rarely, if ever, holds ill-will against others - most slights can be forgiven or repaid pretty easily.
It would be easy to discard Kittyan as an airheaded madcap of an individual - but that would be a mistake. While it is true that he leaps at the more exciting tasks and takes a proverbial snooze when it comes to the less stimulating ones, there is an underlying wit to him. While he's quite loud as a person and rather headstrong, his time spent in the criminal underworld has bestowed upon him a knack for leveraging his advantages, be they socially, intellectually, or otherwise, in ways to undermine others' expectations.
As a matter of note, Kittyan doesn't seem to have any real friends, or personal connections in general. While he is on good terms with many of his previous business associates, some of them particularly good terms, there are none who he really hangs with or regularly conversates with socially. This can be assumed to be a result of him not wanting to get close to anyone in his previous career.
Background:
Like most stories that arise from New Helle, Kittyan's is one with its fair share of twists and turns.
The events leading to Kittyan's life, as he knows it to this day, all start with his father, Abraham Kelly. Without delving too far into the details, Abraham took his intrepid entry into New Helle in his mid-twenties, a decision aided by his nose for opportunity. Abraham, back on the mundane side of the water, was a rather successful.. well - career criminal, to put it bluntly. The way he saw it, a place like New Helle could offer rewards a lot less mundane than those on the mainland - and he never had an aversion to making deals with the devil.
In that expectation, New Helle did not disappoint. It was pretty swiftly that Abraham cemented himself as a useful figure in the world of New Helle's underground, particularly to a powerful demon named Jhaka the Pursuer - the lord of a rather successful, and often ethically questionable, mercenary/bounty-hunter company of sorts. His involvement with this company was one that rendered his life, year after year, largely unpredictable - but that was just how he liked it.
But he'd never expected it to take some of the turns that it did. One such turn was when he found love midst the chaos and shadiness that was working as a merc. It was risky business to have people that you cared about in his line of work, but he was never one known for his impulse control. For a few years, his carelessness was left unpunished - he would enjoy a very well-paying job, and come home to a woman he loved. He was happy in life, even moreso than he was before coming to New Helle. And eventually, they even had a child.
Suddenly, Abraham's life was starting to seem more like a normal person's than a career criminal's. But it was as soon as it started that a semblance of mundane life was ripped from him. It truly was a risky business, his. Eventually Abraham found himself on the wrong side of a grudge, and an attack on Jhaka and his lot included Abraham's wife, who was suddenly torn from him. It was in immense grief that he withdrew from Jhaka's company and sequestered himself and his young son away from the eyes of that world. He knew how to cover his tracks, and he was left to his own devices.
He managed to use his wealth to make a good life for his son. And life was pretty good for Kittyan, growing up. While he lost his mother in his earliest years, his father was loving and doting enough for the both of them. Kittyan was raised knowing his father as a good man - one who held a respectable job as a Section 2 worker for the BPS. His father wanted nothing more than to spoil Kittyan and make a good example for him - things that led the young lad to emulate his father.
Growing up it was his dream to be like his father, and when he became old enough, he did just that. He entered into Section 2 with his father's assistance, and they even managed to work together a few times in the year following. But after that year is where the normality of Kittyan's life came to a halt. On one life-changing call, he arrived on the scene of a fire at which a further collapse had trapped several emergency responders - but they weren't fast enough to save Abraham.
After that, Kittyan left the BPS. Little did he know, his life was about to start mirroring his father's, but in reverse.
In the six or so months that Kittyan took to grieve for his father, he became exposed to the man's former associates. They'd tracked news of Abraham's death to his only known remaining relative, and took it upon themselves to.. console him. The distant sense of familiarity that started to grow within him for these strangers that knew his father eventually led into him seeing them as his, really, only friends. Over a few years, they pulled him into the world that his father had tried so desperately to keep in his past.
And eventually Kittyan, just like his father before him, cemented himself as a useful member of Jhaka the Pursuer's illicit mercenary company - the apple not falling very far from the tree. Turns out, being an excellent criminal ran in the family.
More recently, however, Kittyan has discovered that his ability to keep his head down never quite reached the level that his father held. The BPS had managed to track his illegal activities right to him. He was very fortunate though - for the BPS deemed Kittyan's skillset, and his previous association with the BPS, grounds enough to give him an ultimatum: put his skills to use within Section 7 of the BPS, or face the full might of the law. His choice was obvious..
To the current day, Kittyan has been part of Section 7 for around six months - he's had a few brushes with authority, sure, but his skills are so useful that they've mostly let his.. rambunctiousness slide. So far.
The events leading to Kittyan's life, as he knows it to this day, all start with his father, Abraham Kelly. Without delving too far into the details, Abraham took his intrepid entry into New Helle in his mid-twenties, a decision aided by his nose for opportunity. Abraham, back on the mundane side of the water, was a rather successful.. well - career criminal, to put it bluntly. The way he saw it, a place like New Helle could offer rewards a lot less mundane than those on the mainland - and he never had an aversion to making deals with the devil.
In that expectation, New Helle did not disappoint. It was pretty swiftly that Abraham cemented himself as a useful figure in the world of New Helle's underground, particularly to a powerful demon named Jhaka the Pursuer - the lord of a rather successful, and often ethically questionable, mercenary/bounty-hunter company of sorts. His involvement with this company was one that rendered his life, year after year, largely unpredictable - but that was just how he liked it.
But he'd never expected it to take some of the turns that it did. One such turn was when he found love midst the chaos and shadiness that was working as a merc. It was risky business to have people that you cared about in his line of work, but he was never one known for his impulse control. For a few years, his carelessness was left unpunished - he would enjoy a very well-paying job, and come home to a woman he loved. He was happy in life, even moreso than he was before coming to New Helle. And eventually, they even had a child.
Suddenly, Abraham's life was starting to seem more like a normal person's than a career criminal's. But it was as soon as it started that a semblance of mundane life was ripped from him. It truly was a risky business, his. Eventually Abraham found himself on the wrong side of a grudge, and an attack on Jhaka and his lot included Abraham's wife, who was suddenly torn from him. It was in immense grief that he withdrew from Jhaka's company and sequestered himself and his young son away from the eyes of that world. He knew how to cover his tracks, and he was left to his own devices.
He managed to use his wealth to make a good life for his son. And life was pretty good for Kittyan, growing up. While he lost his mother in his earliest years, his father was loving and doting enough for the both of them. Kittyan was raised knowing his father as a good man - one who held a respectable job as a Section 2 worker for the BPS. His father wanted nothing more than to spoil Kittyan and make a good example for him - things that led the young lad to emulate his father.
Growing up it was his dream to be like his father, and when he became old enough, he did just that. He entered into Section 2 with his father's assistance, and they even managed to work together a few times in the year following. But after that year is where the normality of Kittyan's life came to a halt. On one life-changing call, he arrived on the scene of a fire at which a further collapse had trapped several emergency responders - but they weren't fast enough to save Abraham.
After that, Kittyan left the BPS. Little did he know, his life was about to start mirroring his father's, but in reverse.
In the six or so months that Kittyan took to grieve for his father, he became exposed to the man's former associates. They'd tracked news of Abraham's death to his only known remaining relative, and took it upon themselves to.. console him. The distant sense of familiarity that started to grow within him for these strangers that knew his father eventually led into him seeing them as his, really, only friends. Over a few years, they pulled him into the world that his father had tried so desperately to keep in his past.
And eventually Kittyan, just like his father before him, cemented himself as a useful member of Jhaka the Pursuer's illicit mercenary company - the apple not falling very far from the tree. Turns out, being an excellent criminal ran in the family.
More recently, however, Kittyan has discovered that his ability to keep his head down never quite reached the level that his father held. The BPS had managed to track his illegal activities right to him. He was very fortunate though - for the BPS deemed Kittyan's skillset, and his previous association with the BPS, grounds enough to give him an ultimatum: put his skills to use within Section 7 of the BPS, or face the full might of the law. His choice was obvious..
To the current day, Kittyan has been part of Section 7 for around six months - he's had a few brushes with authority, sure, but his skills are so useful that they've mostly let his.. rambunctiousness slide. So far.
Capabilities:
When it comes to skills, Kittyan is a bit of a hybrid between criminal and cop.
Having spent years involved in the criminal underworld of New Helle, he knows the organizations, notable individuals, customs, gear, and anything else you'd find on the streets like the back of his hand. He also carries a reputation in most territories as a very efficient mercenary with a penchant for rooting people out of places they don't wanna come out of - something that has garnered him many friends and enemies alike. Fortunately, working as a merc makes most people malleable to changing their mind about you - it was all just for money anyways, nothing personal.
While he doesn't have a ton of experience being a cop, he does well in some areas. On the good side, he's very tactically intelligent, quick-witted, and very familiar with how cops operate - he's been dodging them for years. In the majority of BPS paper-tests, he scores quite well. However, he's not a great team-player - the whole point of being a cop. Nor does he like to hold his tongue. And he might like getting into fights a little too much. And and, he basically completely disregards "minor" laws like breaking-and-entering, excessive-force laws, use of unauthorized equipment-- you get the gist..
Aside from his more natural inclinations, Kittyan has a few supernatural blessings as well. Due to a previously-unlicensed contract with a Demon he calls "Pooch", Kittyan has a few abilities which greatly aid him in his duties as a detective. Aside from his obvious physical alterations, Kittyan possesses greatly enhanced senses. His eyesight and reaction speed are both consummately impressive, and his senses of smell and hearing are both, sometimes unfortunately, incredibly sharp. His sense of smell is, furthermore, even capable of sniffing out things one normally wouldn't be able to otherwise detect - such as traces of magic, supernatural objects or entities, or even particular types of demons.
The most conspicuous boon granted to him by his contract though is his left arm. An appendage which has, over the years, come to be somewhat of a nametag to those in the know - a nametag that reads "Blackhand Kelly". Said appendage is roughly the same dimensions as a normal arm, except that it's comprised of a tremendously durable, dark flesh that in-part emulates the appearance of bone. In truth, this arm is built incredibly powerfully, despite fitting a petite frame like Kittyan's. Over the years it has stopped all manner of things, be they knives, claws, picks, or even bullets. Furthermore, this arm is incredibly strong, even being able to allow Kittyan to throw men twice his size.
On top of all the training and experiences involved with his previous professions, Kittyan has trained himself in a good number of different kinds of combat, some of them more conventional than others. Due to the inheritance of many, many artifacts and trinkets from his father, alongside all the stuff he has collected in his own career, he has come across a good range of artifacts and equipment of all different sizes and types, whether they be stolen, awarded to him, or otherwise obtained. He knows a few different martial arts, and is particularly well-versed with katanas and firearms. His skills as a marksman, particularly with pistols, are incredibly impressive.
Having spent years involved in the criminal underworld of New Helle, he knows the organizations, notable individuals, customs, gear, and anything else you'd find on the streets like the back of his hand. He also carries a reputation in most territories as a very efficient mercenary with a penchant for rooting people out of places they don't wanna come out of - something that has garnered him many friends and enemies alike. Fortunately, working as a merc makes most people malleable to changing their mind about you - it was all just for money anyways, nothing personal.
While he doesn't have a ton of experience being a cop, he does well in some areas. On the good side, he's very tactically intelligent, quick-witted, and very familiar with how cops operate - he's been dodging them for years. In the majority of BPS paper-tests, he scores quite well. However, he's not a great team-player - the whole point of being a cop. Nor does he like to hold his tongue. And he might like getting into fights a little too much. And and, he basically completely disregards "minor" laws like breaking-and-entering, excessive-force laws, use of unauthorized equipment-- you get the gist..
Aside from his more natural inclinations, Kittyan has a few supernatural blessings as well. Due to a previously-unlicensed contract with a Demon he calls "Pooch", Kittyan has a few abilities which greatly aid him in his duties as a detective. Aside from his obvious physical alterations, Kittyan possesses greatly enhanced senses. His eyesight and reaction speed are both consummately impressive, and his senses of smell and hearing are both, sometimes unfortunately, incredibly sharp. His sense of smell is, furthermore, even capable of sniffing out things one normally wouldn't be able to otherwise detect - such as traces of magic, supernatural objects or entities, or even particular types of demons.
The most conspicuous boon granted to him by his contract though is his left arm. An appendage which has, over the years, come to be somewhat of a nametag to those in the know - a nametag that reads "Blackhand Kelly". Said appendage is roughly the same dimensions as a normal arm, except that it's comprised of a tremendously durable, dark flesh that in-part emulates the appearance of bone. In truth, this arm is built incredibly powerfully, despite fitting a petite frame like Kittyan's. Over the years it has stopped all manner of things, be they knives, claws, picks, or even bullets. Furthermore, this arm is incredibly strong, even being able to allow Kittyan to throw men twice his size.
On top of all the training and experiences involved with his previous professions, Kittyan has trained himself in a good number of different kinds of combat, some of them more conventional than others. Due to the inheritance of many, many artifacts and trinkets from his father, alongside all the stuff he has collected in his own career, he has come across a good range of artifacts and equipment of all different sizes and types, whether they be stolen, awarded to him, or otherwise obtained. He knows a few different martial arts, and is particularly well-versed with katanas and firearms. His skills as a marksman, particularly with pistols, are incredibly impressive.
Connections:
• Jhaka, the Pursuer - Kittyan has worked for Jhaka and his mercenary company for years, and still technically does. They have never met in person, as Jhaka does not venture outside of Olde Hell, but they have corresponded through letters and landline. With Kittyan's more recent seizure by the BPS, Jhaka has halted all direct communication with him, but has sent a couple jobs his way on occasion. They are on very good terms.
• Pooch - Pooch is effectively Kittyan's direct counterpart on the other side of Hell's gates. His name isn't actually Pooch, but the real one is unintelligible to Kittyan - and so he gave him a nickname. Pooch is essentially a handler for Kittyan, levying him into jobs at either his or Jhaka's request. Pooch is the Demon with which Kittyan holds a contract for his supernatural abilities, and these abilities take direct influence from Pooch's own physicality. They are on incredibly good terms, and communicate often through landline.
• Pooch - Pooch is effectively Kittyan's direct counterpart on the other side of Hell's gates. His name isn't actually Pooch, but the real one is unintelligible to Kittyan - and so he gave him a nickname. Pooch is essentially a handler for Kittyan, levying him into jobs at either his or Jhaka's request. Pooch is the Demon with which Kittyan holds a contract for his supernatural abilities, and these abilities take direct influence from Pooch's own physicality. They are on incredibly good terms, and communicate often through landline.
Artifacts:
While Kittyan has access to many artifacts, there are only a couple that he keeps on his person regularly.
Manjushage is a Wakizashi with a long, storied past. Originally forged during the late Feudal period of Japan's history, the blade is one which has seen much reverence over its life span. It was once worn in battle by a member of a now long-scattered family by the name of Sakanoue. Passed down generation after generation, the blade eventually managed to retire in the late Edo period, having tasted its fair share of blood before finally being lain down to rest. And rest it has, eventually being passed down to a modern branch of the Sakanoue family the name of which is lost to obscurity.
In the most recent 60 years, the opening of the gates of hell has disturbed much of what was once mundane - Manjushage included. With the coming of hell to earth, the blade seemed to take on a new life, shedding the wear of its age, much to the shock, and perhaps terror, of the family that once admired it afar from its perch on a shelf. One member of the family took it upon themself to take the seemingly renewed blade and carry it to the only place they thought to - New Helle, the place that was almost certainly most-closely tied to its new status as an artifact.
It was there that the blade was unceremoniously ripped from their hands by one ne'er-do-well or another. Eventually, it came to land in the grasp of Abraham Kelly - and eventually, his son as well.
Fortunately for the blade, there are few hands it could've landed in that are more capable than Kittyan's. As an artifact, Manjushage has taken on a new life in which its abilities draw inspiration from the flower after which it is named - the wielder of it being granted dominion over the aspects of water. Any day in which it is drawn from its sheath shall be followed the next day with a thorough rainfall. Furthermore, the wielder of the drawn blade is able to pull substance from nearby bodies of water, and make high-pressure attacks or barriers in this way. They are also able to maneuver through water with incredible ease just by wearing it on their person.
In the most recent 60 years, the opening of the gates of hell has disturbed much of what was once mundane - Manjushage included. With the coming of hell to earth, the blade seemed to take on a new life, shedding the wear of its age, much to the shock, and perhaps terror, of the family that once admired it afar from its perch on a shelf. One member of the family took it upon themself to take the seemingly renewed blade and carry it to the only place they thought to - New Helle, the place that was almost certainly most-closely tied to its new status as an artifact.
It was there that the blade was unceremoniously ripped from their hands by one ne'er-do-well or another. Eventually, it came to land in the grasp of Abraham Kelly - and eventually, his son as well.
Fortunately for the blade, there are few hands it could've landed in that are more capable than Kittyan's. As an artifact, Manjushage has taken on a new life in which its abilities draw inspiration from the flower after which it is named - the wielder of it being granted dominion over the aspects of water. Any day in which it is drawn from its sheath shall be followed the next day with a thorough rainfall. Furthermore, the wielder of the drawn blade is able to pull substance from nearby bodies of water, and make high-pressure attacks or barriers in this way. They are also able to maneuver through water with incredible ease just by wearing it on their person.
Inspiration, an artifact plainly named by Kittyan, is one with a simple, if vague, history. Once the property of a man of unknown origins, this glove is one which was worn-out relentlessly by its previous owner in his quest to become the greatest archer known to the world. It was, according to archeologists, worn over the period of a full lifetime, showing traces of refurbishment and repeated use over at least seventy years. As many artifacts eventually find themselves, it was eventually retired, and after the owner's passing, relegated to a collector's item.
With the coming of hell to earth, though, the glove stitched itself together and took on a new, slimmer, thankfully more fashionable form. Upon Kittyan finding it amongst his late father's countless trinkets and artifacts, he took to experimenting with it and found it to actually be quite useful.
In its new form, the glove heightens the potential skill of its wearer. It doesn't enhance one's abilities, no, it simply heightens the ceiling that they can achieve. In Kittyan's case, he has most found it useful in marksmanship, so far. The glove gives him some sort of.. obscure sense, that he has since explored and gained a pretty solid understanding of. This once-obscure perception gives him the ability to measure, in particular, seemingly, the result of ricochets, collaterals, and any splintering effects of his efforts with any firearms he might wield. However, the artifact seems to largely prefer weapons that are closer to its age.. like revolvers, lever-guns, or anything relatively old - largely leaving automatic weapons off the table.
After mastering the artifact's effects on his marksmanship, Kittyan has started experimenting with how it can help him in other areas as well.
With the coming of hell to earth, though, the glove stitched itself together and took on a new, slimmer, thankfully more fashionable form. Upon Kittyan finding it amongst his late father's countless trinkets and artifacts, he took to experimenting with it and found it to actually be quite useful.
In its new form, the glove heightens the potential skill of its wearer. It doesn't enhance one's abilities, no, it simply heightens the ceiling that they can achieve. In Kittyan's case, he has most found it useful in marksmanship, so far. The glove gives him some sort of.. obscure sense, that he has since explored and gained a pretty solid understanding of. This once-obscure perception gives him the ability to measure, in particular, seemingly, the result of ricochets, collaterals, and any splintering effects of his efforts with any firearms he might wield. However, the artifact seems to largely prefer weapons that are closer to its age.. like revolvers, lever-guns, or anything relatively old - largely leaving automatic weapons off the table.
After mastering the artifact's effects on his marksmanship, Kittyan has started experimenting with how it can help him in other areas as well.
Additional Details:
- Kittyan's color code is #f7d5a5.
- While Kittyan very much so enjoys the instant gratification of playing with Manjushage, he hates getting wet - so he often dresses appropriately the next day.
- Dogs don't seem to like him very much.
- Kittyan vehemently denies any assertion that his doggy nature comes with any doggy-behavior side effects. When has he been known to lie?
- Will add more!
- While Kittyan very much so enjoys the instant gratification of playing with Manjushage, he hates getting wet - so he often dresses appropriately the next day.
- Dogs don't seem to like him very much.
- Kittyan vehemently denies any assertion that his doggy nature comes with any doggy-behavior side effects. When has he been known to lie?
- Will add more!