Born and raised on a ranch spanning between Texas, Arkansas and Oklahoma. Mother is a typical housewife: cooking, cleaning and making sure everything is taken care of for the house. Father is a rancher: raising cattle and selling them at auction. Sisters, ages can be changed to fit story (was thinking one in junior high or high school and one just graduated.)
I was raised hunting and fishing and trained dogs for spending cash. Typical patriot, joined the Army just out of high school as a Green Barrett. My job, like everything else, was working with K9 units. Trained for over a year and then trained dogs for two more. Went on a mission to rescue some high priority target and we found ourselves in a trap. I ducked into a fridge just before the grenades went off that blew everything to bits. After the commotion settled and i felt it was safe to come out i emerged finding that none of the rest of the squad and the intended rescue did not make it to cover. Oh and yes my K9 was with me. We managed to get out of the danger area and back home but i was the only one. It is rumored that i killed my squad and noone wanted me to go on their missions and all i did the rest of my term was to train dogs. I was discharged at the end of my 4 years and never looked back. Through the rest of my career i stayed isolated from most people because all those i was friends with were on my squad. I made a vow that day that day that i would never hide again, i would be in the middle of the shit (even if it cost my life!)
After the military i returned home and took up training K9 units for the police and even trained some others on the side. I am happy to be with my furry friends, who needs people anyways!?
Rumors:
Killed my own squad
Loaner, did not like to be around people
Would save an animal before trying to save a person
Peeferred ro be in the woods rather than at home or in town