Quentin

QUENTIN SMITH
RUN, RUN, RUN!!

It must have been inside my head
I've lost the hope that I have left
And now, at last, it comes to pass
We sleep, we dream, we have no less

We live, we breathe, we die!
With every dream we find
We feed, we burn, we lie!

design notes:
shock collar has burnt all of the fur off of his neck, it cannot grow back and the scarring is thick.
shock collar goes off every thirty minutes to keep him reliably awake, with ramping intensity throughout the day.
eyes are hazel. eyebags are immense and sclera red.
scars on chin/lips and also side.
can't close his mouth fully due to the scars; lets his fur grow out to cover it/hide it.
full mix: manchester terrier, schnauzer, dachshund, and thai ridgeback. schnauzer genes ruled supreme.
paints his nails but they're naturally pink.