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Thorn is the sort who will typically try to assess a situation before jumping into it, no matter how brief that assessement may be. She does prefer to solve problems with words, but when violence proves to be the most viable or only solution to something, she doesn't shy away from using it at all. She puts value on solving things as quickly and efficently as possible, although she does understand at the same time that not all problems can be solved in an instant.
She can usually tell when to work and when to play, and enjoys both equally. When she doesn't have to work, she is usually quite playful and adventurous, even a bit daredevilish when the chances of harm are slim. In addition, Thorn is definitely quite the opportunist, which has served her quite well in the Menagerie. Although she does prefer fight over flight, she also accepts, of begrudgingly, that you cannot win every fight and that sometimes a retreat is necessary for survival. That doesn't mean that she won't try to win if she sees a half-decent chance and doesn't believe that she's putting her life in too much danger.
Thorn was born in the house of a man who selectively bred Belgian Malinois dogs for law enforcement. The shifter hunts were in full swing when she was born, but the existence of retromorphs was either entirely or largely unknown. Therefore, Thorn's retromorph mother, Bella, was able to live freely as a breeding dog. Out of her litter of three, Thorn was the only retromorph. Later, she also proved to be the only one with the temperament required for a police dog.
She was enrolled in basic police dog training as soon as she was old enough, to ensure maximum effectiveness. She was trained specifically in hunting down criminals and scenting illegal substances such as drugs, during which time she was assigned the label "K9-52" to easily identify her in the police system. Thorn learned quickly, and when she was just over a year old, she was assigned to her handler, a man by the name of Kevin. Both the dog and handler learned to work well together, and they formed a close bond, as many others did. Their few months together was quite ordinary, and they saw little action- they mostly did drug sweeps rather than chasing down any criminals, being one of the newest K9 units on the force.
Thorn had developed a knack for slipping her leash, over time. One night, when she was tied up in her doghouse in Kevin's yard, she did just that and went to roam his yard. She wasn't quite sure what had happened, but while she was playing with a particularly interesting stick, something changed. She had shifted for the first time into a young woman. Thorn had heard about shapeshifters, and immediately came to conclusion that she must be some sort of "reverse shapeshifter", because she was pretty sure she was born an animal and not a human.
Managing to return to her canine form, Thorn snatched some clothes from a neighbor. After figuring out the basic method for shifting between human and canine forms, she put on the clothes. It was becoming light out, so Thorn returned to her doghouse. The next night, she sneaked out of the backyard through Kevin's house and went to a spot where she knew parties were hosted- she had had to search a few for drugs before, and had always been curious about exactly what they were. And that night, Thorn tasted all sorts of human food she had never had before, including alcohol.
She couldn't exactly remember much of that night, but somehow she got back to her doghouse and woke up with a splitting headache. Kevin, upon discovering his partner in this state, rushed her to the vet. They determined that she must somehow have gotten a hold of alcohol, and that because she was born with "an unusually and exceptionally strong liver", it only resulted in a hangover. The vet then took Thorn in another room to "make sure she was okay".
She still remembers how he placed the blood test results on the table and removed her leash and collar. He ordered her into her human form, and she obliged. The vet revealed that he was a shifter, and that he would hide her test results so that she wouldn't be caught. After a nice long chat about retromorphs, staying hidden, and laying off the alcohol, she was back in her her dog form and returned to Kevin. She was given the day off of work, much to her delight, while Kevin locked his liquor cabinet tighter and combed the premises for whatever bottle of alcohol Thorn had gotten into. Of course, he never found anything, but luckily he never suspected a thing.
Thorn, for the next few years, lived a double life. She was chasing down criminals and helping Kevin enforce the law by day, and on nights when she knew there's be no work the next day, she was quite the party animal. And for a long time, it was a good life. She enjoyed the thrill of police work, the chance to release her pent-up energy and give in to her animal instincts that most other dogs never had. And every evening, she could either enjoy the warmth and tranquility of Kevin's house.
Finally, somebody decided that the police dogs should probably get blood tested to see if they were retromorphs. This was, of course, a good idea because there was one- Thorn. The police dogs had managed to avoid blood testing for so many years to begin with simply because they were bred for the job in Thorn's city, and it was likely impossible for a shifter to both swap places with a police dog and perfectly mimic each of their individual commands and quirks. But retromorphs were still a possibility.
So Thorn was led into a large room, with so many other police dogs and their handlers. She knew very much that she was a retromorph. However, she also knew that if she slipped her leash and ran, they'd realize that without even having to prick her with the machine. Her only option was to wait and pray to whatever gods may be that the test would be wrong and say she was a normal dog and that she would be able to continue living her life as it was. And of course, when her turn came, her test was correct.
She slipped her leash and bolted for the door, but they managed to get in her way in time. When running didn't work, and she couldn't escape their grasp, she shifted into her human form and begged for mercy, pleaded for Kevin to do something, to stop them, for something to happen that wouldn't result in her being executed or shipped off to the Menagerie. Of course, that didn't work either. She was tossed into a jail cell while the police were waiting for UNIT to arrive.
They tranquilized her and sent her to the Menagerie. They experimented on her- the way they used the needles and such that they prodded her with were so different from how the vet always used them. She passed her physical tests quite easily, having been forced to hone her agility and other physical skills during training and throughout her service dog career. As many other shifters, anthros, and retros did, she developed a deep hatred for the Keepers and the new life which she had been forced into.
Thankfully, her testing period was blessedly short. She was quickly released into the Menagerie, where she joined the Nilda Pack and attained the role of Predator. She greatly misses her old life as a police dog, but is also proud of the new life she's made for herself under the dome.