Villager: Owen
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Villager Info
ID: #123373
Name: Owen
Gender: Male
Location: Olde Foxbury
Born 9 years, 4 months ago
Career: Doctor
Owner: Hatsuko
Species: Canine
Color: Collie
Buffs:House: Dragonsmaw Manor House (65/65)
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About
❥The Sniper
Owen is chiefly a watchman first and a companion later, choosing of his own accord to keep his outside interactions slim. He very seldom speaks openly in the social gatherings he's invited to partake in, choosing only to say what needs to be said, exactly when it needs saying, but it's by no manner of shyness, and he is occupied by an abundance of wisdom if the topic is of interest to him or when deemed necessary.
He's not precisely anti-social, although he finds little practicality engaging in small-talk, and those rare few allowed any glimpse into his private life remain respectful of his isolation. Not many know what exactly it is that he does, only that whatever he does gets done,
Ordinarily, many would hardly know he was ever there to begin with, and this works out well for him, after all, being able to bleed into any environment is habit of his unceasing adaptation, and he the consummate tactician. It's a quite an impressionable skill really, and it hardly ever backfires, but when it does one can be sure he'll find his way out of it.
If or when caught, it's likely whilst tending to his motorcycle with the sort of glowing, unadulterated disposition that most would expect from insufferably lovable bastards, like himself.
Other stages of down-time include managing a modest cultivation of herbs and fungi that he utilizes for medicinal purposes, and reluctantly babysitting Prince Ben and the rest of the brood he's come to recognize as his only family.
♫ Terrible Love (Alternate Version) - The National
♫ Let It Go - James Bay
Owen is chiefly a watchman first and a companion later, choosing of his own accord to keep his outside interactions slim. He very seldom speaks openly in the social gatherings he's invited to partake in, choosing only to say what needs to be said, exactly when it needs saying, but it's by no manner of shyness, and he is occupied by an abundance of wisdom if the topic is of interest to him or when deemed necessary.
He's not precisely anti-social, although he finds little practicality engaging in small-talk, and those rare few allowed any glimpse into his private life remain respectful of his isolation. Not many know what exactly it is that he does, only that whatever he does gets done,
Ordinarily, many would hardly know he was ever there to begin with, and this works out well for him, after all, being able to bleed into any environment is habit of his unceasing adaptation, and he the consummate tactician. It's a quite an impressionable skill really, and it hardly ever backfires, but when it does one can be sure he'll find his way out of it.
If or when caught, it's likely whilst tending to his motorcycle with the sort of glowing, unadulterated disposition that most would expect from insufferably lovable bastards, like himself.
Other stages of down-time include managing a modest cultivation of herbs and fungi that he utilizes for medicinal purposes, and reluctantly babysitting Prince Ben and the rest of the brood he's come to recognize as his only family.
♫ Terrible Love (Alternate Version) - The National
♫ Let It Go - James Bay
*brushes tails*