"We can't concern ourselves on what was; we must act on what is."

"When you made it /
Won't ya tell me what to do /
'Cause I'm playin' it all wrong."

"Some wolves fear the fire, others become it."

• Name •
Mercy.

• Age •
5 years old.

• Gender •
Female.

• Pack •
Abolition.

• Rank •
Leader.

• Sexuality •
Heterosexual, as far as she knows.

• Breed •
Tundra Wolf x Yakutian Laika.

• Appearance •
A wolfdog graced with irrefutable beauty. Slender and long-legged, a thick coat pale as ivory covers Mercy's dainty frame. Lacking even the smallest hint of another color, she would be easy to lose in a snowstorm, the only signs of her through the blinding white being a distinctively black nose accompanied by the brightness of her left eye, the iris a burning pool of amber light, and a single dark patch of fur over the right,

The right is clouded and sightless, a long, jagged scar slashing across it in a crooked line. Poised and dignified, Mercy carries herself with refined grace, her stride never faltering. Her long, clear nails are carefully maintained and she spends a considerable amount of time grooming her pelt every day to keep it pristine and free of grime. Dark lines surround her eyes, giving off the appearance of wearing mascara, and her bushy tail is notably crooked.

• Personality •
Mercy's demeanor holds little resemblance to her name, a focused and driven individual with a penchant for violence. She learned early in life the only way to survive in the wild was to be ruthless. While always headstrong that tenacity quickly transformed into something feral and savage as she aged. Fierce and brutal, Mercy can prove unforgiving to those who betray her trust or any beast that poses a threat to the pack.

Her anger tends to run cold, sometimes one may not even know she is displeased with them until punishment is delivered. Deception is her forte and she can easily switch from nasty and monstrous to motherly and kind in the blink of an eye if it will get her what she wants. If Mercy does have any redeeming quality it would be that she genuinely takes her responsibility as a pack leader seriously, determined to provide for the wolves under her rule so they may live safe, fulfilling lives.

Despite her rough personality, she isn't often unkind to her own without reason, at times capable of surprising warmth. Such a side of her was never revealed in the presence of her husband, however. He fell in love with her ferocity and her rage, not the subtle gentleness buried beneath. Mercy cannot deny her mate's laws led the pack to prosper, to dominate all others. While she privately may not have always agree with his methods, she was rarely moved to stand against him.

The one and only time such an occurrence transpired has never been spoken of again, her sightless eye accented by a gruesome scar on an otherwise unblemished face and his lack of presence serving as a reminder of his cruelty.

• History •
Mercy was born among a nomadic pack, leaving her family by the time she was a yearling and growing to become the leader of a small group of six. After being kicked in the chest pursuing a doe during a particularly rough winter in which risks were taken out of desperation, she was left behind to die by her packmates, who assumed she would never recover from such a harsh blow and were not strong enough to bear witness to her demise. Viewing their abandonment as a great betrayal, she vowed if she lived she would never forgive them, and live she did indeed.

Surviving as a lone wolf was a near-impossible feat, and when she came across the Abolition Mercy sensed an opportunity. Chosen as the leader's partner within a matter of months, she could prove to be every bit as vile and vicious as her mate, eager to impress him and solidify her position. It is likely this would have never changed if not for the arrival of her firstborn. The leader looked upon the pup with disgust and hatred, desiring a son, but Mercy's heart was filled with love. Yet even the ferocity of motherhood could not defend her daughter.

When the pup's lifeless form touched the snow her rage was uncontainable. She fought with her mate, his tooth blinding an eye, a favor she returned by clawing out one of his own. She repelled him from his rank, taking his position as a singular leader and banishing him to the unclaimed wilderness, ruling alone from that day forward. Regardless, she seems to keep up her husband's war-mongering antics, continuing his battles against Insurgent.

• Family •
Open to other offspring. If anyone would like to adopt her ex-mate you're also welcome to do so.

• Mate •
None at the moment. Potentially open to a new one, but must be developed through roleplay.

• Theme Song •
Seven Devils - Florence and the Machine.

"It's meaningless to just live, and it's meaningless to just fight. I want to win."

"'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent /
I could play nice or I could be a bully /
I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be."

"'Cause even God herself has enemies /
And once the water starts to rise /
And heaven's out of sight /
She'll want the devil on her team."

YamaBSM

"The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another."

Name: Kirtonos ("Kirt" by a very select few)

Gender: Male

Age: 3.8 years

Pack: Abolition

Rank: Beta

Breed: German Shepherd/Wolf hybrid (75/25)

Sexuality: Demisexual Polyamorous (sometimes...he's difficult, duty is his first love)

Mate:: None

Family: None

Personality: Kirtonos is known for being boisterous, not necessarily 'rowdy', but a very loud and vocal character. It is noted that he has a very loud and almost 'booming' voice that can easily be heard through the land, particularly while he's on patrol. He's one for taking charge and command, known for his leader-like qualities. With this demanding trait, he requires great respect from those around him. He doesn't play nice with others when treated like a low-life, although he has a respect for authorities who respect him as well.

Because of his earnest ways, Kirtonos gains decent respect and often works his way up in the ranks when joining packs or factions. He doesn't appreciate too much 'fun and games', particularly during work-time. He will not tolerate goofing off during the incorrect times, and won't hesitate to deal out punishment. He takes his work greatly to heart and puts in his full effort to receive the best results. He can be taken as up-tight, but when around close friends (or pretty ladies), he loosens up and becomes much more relaxed, and will even joke around when in a good mood.

Kirtonos is known for his smooth tongue and intimidating appearance...or, by the local ladies, he's known for being extremely charming. The silver-tongued male has no difficulty in persuading others and bending them to his own will. He's also known for sweeping the ladies off their paws with his attractive appearance and clever words. Kirtonos can also be terribly frightening while in verbal combat and is also undeniably flirtatious as well as self-centered.

It can also be noted that Kirtonos isn't all brawn, he is, in fact, quite an intelligent figure. He's surprisingly organized as well, although everyone has their flaws. Kirtonos has a tendency to put himself and his duty before others, as he prefers what is best for himself. Close relationships tend to crash because of this. He'll push all others away to focus on himself and what he believes is most important: his duty. This does, however, make him feel remarkably lonely in the end.

Appearance: Even for his breed, Kirtonos is absolutely massive and burly (110+ lbs) thanks to radiation and ancestry, standing with impressive broad shoulders and a wide chest. However, he is impacted with that typical German Shepherd breeding complication, and that would be his stance. His back slopes, forcing his chest to be puffed outwards (although, this is often intentional) and his hind legs to be parted. His bat-like ears are often pricked, but have a few good nicks in them from previous scuffles. Around his neck rests a rusty metal chain- but nobody knows where or how he received it.

History: Kirtonos was neither born nor raised within Abolition. He was always a roamer, born a rogue and raised by a traveling band of battle-hardened wolves. His mother passed away, so his father, a wolf hybrid, took him along on their journeys to strengthen his son and to make him an honorable fellow. Kirt learned an astounding amount about leadership and independence, yet at an adolescence, he left the wolves.

His ambitions grew strong, as did his urge to settle and create his own roots. He had an intense flame with a young lass, but his love for duty, in the end, won out. He left her to join another group, attempting to explain that harbored feelings made him weak, and that while he loved her, it simply wouldn't work out. Work and responsibility would always be his mistresses.

Kirt had been a member of various small packs, climbing the ranks because of his obsession with responsibility and control. If needed, he has even acted as an executioner and merc of sorts, hunting down those who have sinned to put an end to their criminal ways, or to pay a debt that was long overdue. Over a year ago, he decided to settle in Abolition, a pack that would (hopefully) cling to life and not disband like all the others he had participated in. Like all other times, his dutiful ways allowed him to climb the rank to beta- and his command never goes challenged.

Other: If anyone would like to own his old flame for drama purposes, PM/OOC me! Afraid of commitment due to what happened to him and his ex.

Theme: Sunflower - Post Malone & Swae Lee

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Name
Amity

Gender
Female

Age
3 Years

Pack
Insurgent

Rank
Delta

Sexuality
Straight

Mate
None

Family
None

Personality
Loud, clumsy, nice, interesting. Amity gets ahead of herself more often than not, she does not like to stop and think when she should. She stumbles over her words a lot, not because she has a stutter, but because her mind is going a million miles per hour and her mouth can't keep up. She is normally guarded on an emotional level, but once she lets you inside her mind you'll see why, most think she is just hyper, though, in reality, she is flow blown crazy. She has amazing ideas but doesn't sit to figure out the kinks. Amity pushes to be better at things, she is very competitive due to that and hates losing anything. Her biggest weakness is not being able to pay attention, she always seems to zone out, even when she is talking herself.

Looks
Smaller and skinnier then a lot of dogs in her pack, but the weight she does have is pure strength. Her main coat is white but she has a nice tan color on her flanks and black mixed with black. Her belly is fully white. Her paws are a bit too big and look kinda awkward on her. Amity has tan paws mixed with white. Her ears are a bit big but are tan and white on the inside while the backs are black. Her face kinda looks like a mask mixed with a bunch of brown, tan, white, and black paints. Her eyes are the color of a honey cone, and her nose is black. She normally stands tall, her front paws right next to each other, her hind legs spread out just a bit and her head held high.

History
Amity was born and raised in Insurgent, she was always the first to learn everything and strived to be the best. She never fit into the older bully title, because even in her pup years she strived to help others. She grew up with a loving mother and a few siblings. Amity never knew her father, though her mother would sometimes talk to him in her sleep. She had learned he was a large wolf by the na,e of Arjun. She never liked to stick with the other pups, she loved to sneak away and follow the older pack members around.

Her mother soon learned what was really happening around the packs and soon took her sibling sand left to find their father, Amity went with but when they did find him for a year she headed back to the pack. She returned alone, her mother and siblings still determined to find a wolf who was most likely long gone or just didn't want to see them. She started training again to be better and then she was soon rewarded the title of delta after another straight year of hardcore training.

“Scared is what you're feeling. Brave is what you're doing.”

• Name •
Levi.

• Age •
4 years old.

• Gender •
Male.

• Pack •
Abolition.

• Rank •
Warrior.

• Sexuality •
Bisexual.

• Breed •
Central Asian Shepherd Mix.

• Appearance •
A decently large male, reaching nearly 31 inches at the shoulder. His build is robust, exuding power and strength. His short, but thick coat is predominantly white with dark brindled patching along his back, sides, and face, broken by a white blaze and pale splotch on his flank. His dark claws are long and overgrown, sometimes proving difficult to talk on. He often resorts to chewing them short once they begin to hinder his performance as a warrior. As he was born without human influence his body remains unaltered, his ears floppy (though the left is torn and ragged), tail long and shaggy.

• Personality •
Facetious and carefree with a questionable sense of humor and a propensity for flirting with any canine he comes into contact with. Levi hardly takes anything in life all that seriously. He could be on his deathbed or in the middle of the fiercest fight of his life and still be making inappropriate jokes. He crosses most as a tad obnoxious for good reason, but otherwise is fairly amicable, never quick to anger and often resolving tense situations without resorting to violence.

Everything is fun and games until you do manage to piss him off, however. In that case, he has a tendency to do a complete 180 and can prove shockingly ruthless once you manage to get under his skin. Beneath his haughty exterior is someone with a little more going on upstairs than he's often given credit for, preferring to be viewed as a hedonistic idiot so others don’t know to expect better.

• History •
The single pup of an aging, ill mother who passed from her ailments shortly after his birth. Another stray happened across the corpse and after cannibalizing it, decided to take pity on the doomed newborn. The dog brought him to a nursing female named Gala who recently lost her own litter and was eager to replace the lost pups with a new life. They stayed together until he was nearly a year, Gala killed defending him from a gang of mongrels looking to start trouble. He was shaken by the death of his caretaker but escaped with only a torn ear himself. Realizing he was going to have a hell of a time surviving on his own Levi began seeking out larger groups, finding as he grew his size and muscle were considered an asset. Eventually, he settled in with Abolition.

• Family •
None.

• Mate •
None at the moment. Open, but must be developed through roleplay.

• Theme Song •
Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea - Missio.

“They say before you start a war you better know what you're fighting for.”

• Name •
Aleksei.

• Age •
3 years old.

• Gender •
Male.

• Pack •
Insurgent.

• Rank •
Healer.

• Sexuality •
Pansexual.

• Breed •
Sighthound Mix.

• Appearance •
A slender male of moderate height, reaching 20 inches at the shoulder, his build is graceful and exhibits many of the traits one comes to expect from a sighthound. Delicate in figure, he is in actuality rather hardy and capable of enduring hard labor, a master of adapting and overcoming any obstacle that stands in his way. A natural athlete, he is a dog built for the hunt and the race, evidenced by long legs, lean muscles and the sweeping curves of his body.

His coat is medium length and wavy, the base white while large black patches mark his right shoulder, ears, and on both sides of his head, dissolving into smaller spots along his front legs and flank. Almond-shaped chestnut eyes are set in a finely chiseled head with small, folded ears and a long muzzle A long, arched neck leads down to thin shoulders. He was born with two tails, starting on a singular base before splitting, low-carried, curved and covered in long wispy fur.

Overall, Aleksei's appearance is quite elegant and eye-catching, something he is very aware of and eager to flaunt. He treats his coat with meticulous care, doing his best to keep it clean and free of debris. A few faded scars mark the skin around his shoulders and along his spine but remain hidden by his long fur.

• Personality •
While Aleksei can come across as obnoxious and self-entitled to those who don't know him well it’s generally unintentional on his part. He does tend to run on the sarcastic side and can range anywhere from being very straightforward to horribly passive-aggressive around canines he dislikes, usually dependent on who he's speaking with. Pair that with the fact he has a habit of teasing others and this doesn't often endear him to many. It's never his intention to be cruel, but for those who don't understand his sense of humor, it's easy to become offended by his insults.

That aside, he’s an amiable fellow who means well and can be quite friendly when in good company. Aleksei is empathetic and protective despite his breed not typically being known for guard work, which often leads to him being reckless if someone else is in danger. He won't hesitate to put his own life in danger if it means keeping a packmate safe and will defend his friends with everything he's got. Aleksei might not be the biggest or strongest dog around, but he can prove viciously tenacious when necessary.

• History •
His mother struggled with severe mental instability, plagued by hallucinations she believed to be visions. While she did the best she could to care for Aleksei her behavior was often erratic and sometimes dangerous. More than once his father pulled him and his sisters away from her, shielding the helpless pups from her fits. Once they were old enough to survive without their her milk, Aleksei's father made the difficult decision to abandon his mate and take them away after one particular incident in which his mate attacked them, claiming the defenseless children to be an omen of evil.

Caring for four pups on his own was difficult, but he managed it somehow. There were a few mishaps along the way, but his attempts saw the majority of his offspring make it to adulthood, only one daughter perishing during a particularly rough winter. As the pups reached a year of age father dog considered his job of raising them completed. Growing feeble and unsteady in his old age, it was now their job to care for him, a task they took to gladly. Aleksei was drawn to the role of a caretaker, often staying with and watching over their father while his sisters did the hunting.

One day father dog went to sleep and simply didn't wake. Aleksei took it the hardest, feeling lost and without purpose. He parted ways with his sisters, who wished to move on, perhaps carve out a territory and build a pack of their own. Aleksei remained in the home they had made with their father for a time before disputing with a pack of wolves who wished to extend their boundaries. Lucky to escape in one piece, he left the forests behind for the exclusion zone. Eventually, he fell in with Insurgent, trained by their previous healer to replace her once she grew too old to continue her work.

• Family •
Open.

• Mate •
None at the moment. Open, but must be developed through roleplay.

• Theme Song •
Angel With A Shotgun - The Cab.

Judi Neumeyer

"If we were meant to stay in one place, we’d have roots instead of feet."

Name: Ellesmera ("Elle")

Gender: Female

Age: 2.7 years

Pack: Insurgent

Rank: Scout

Breed: Tundra Wolf x Yakutian Laika x ???????.

Sexuality: Uncertain, try her.

Mate: None

Family: Mother - Mercy

Personality: Ellesmera is strongly fascinated by the world around her, giving her a strong sense of wanderlust and overall restlessness. While her heart will always deem Insurgent her home, the dog can't resist but to be curious about all things else. Above all else, she is most fascinated with hexapods and myriapods, from creepy crawlies to the prettiest butterflies. She loves them so much, in fact, that she forgets how disgusted her friends usually react, leaving her to eagerly rush up and shove any and all finds in the faces of her packmates. She's not the best at making friends, it may be why she loves everything else so much.

With how curious she can be, the scout can sometimes shove her noses into places and situations that it does not belong. She tends to try to get involved with everyone's life and know all secrets, but can easily grow bored of her fellow canines. Elle is very imaginative and noted for having a very creative mind, allowing her to entertain herself in unique ways. Her love for discovery is seen as weird by most, but perhaps that's why she's such a good scout.

While she does her best to ignore any mocking comments about her unusual hobbies, she is actually very sensitive about the things said to her. Unfortunately, she usually allows these emotions to build up, and this only digs her into a deep hole. Elle tends to lead with her curiosity/instincts instead of her head, making her rash and leaving her in sticky situations.

Despite typically preferring non-canine company (bugs, plants, rodents, etc), Ellesmera doesn't mind socializing and attempting to make friends, even if it isn't her greatest talent. However, she doesn't like boring mutts, dogs who have their faces shoved into duties all the time. Really, she could never be a beta or alpha because she would find it too boring and or repetitive. Elle enjoys conversing with dogs from outside of Insurgent (regardless of the trouble it puts her in), just to satisfy that curious nature.

Appearance: Nimble and built for elegance and stamina, the female's grace is equivalent to that of a deer. Ellesmera's strides are long and smooth, almost as if each and every step is diligently thought of ahead of time. Her pale fur, although long and thick, appears to almost flow with her movements, seldom knotted or covered in mats- momma taught her right. Surprisingly, so much fur doesn't slow the long-legged and slender Ellesmera down, unless she happens to be swimming or the clouds decided to dump a ton of rain on her. When wet, her fur is ridiculously heavy. If standing next to her mother, she would appear to be a hair or so smaller due to the diluted wolfblood that runs in her veins. Regardless, she stands taller than the average domesticated dog.

The little lady's coat appears to be as wild as her ancestry, a mix of colors on a platinum background. Along her spine and slowly creeping downwards is a mix of cream and gunmetal gray, slowly fading to white near her chest and unders. The patterning on her face, which caresses a pair of umber pools, gives her an almost constantly concerned expression.

History: A second daughter, another disgrace to the father. However, unlike her most unfortunate sister, Elle did not meet her demise the day her late sister was slaughtered. She was spared from his wrath and grew up in the comforts of Abolition, under the rule of her mother, Mercy. Her relationship with her mother, at least back then, was on filled with admiration and adoration for the independent and powerful leader. However, while her mother's grasp on the throne was tight, the young female seemed to drift with the wind.

In her adolescent years, she spent significantly more time outside of camp, rather than inside of it. The world was a dangerous place, but her inquisitive nature tipped her internal balance, and the thought of hazards didn't once cross her mind. She discovered various things, from oversized insects that wanted to eat her toes, to butterflies more colorful than one could possible imagine. Every single one of these would be taken straight to Mercy, in an attempt to impress her mother and share her discoveries with the world.

However, as time passed, Ellesmera's curiosity grew too large for Abolition's borders to handle. She had explored every nook and cranny, she had waited as the sun rose and set on yet another fruitless day. In adulthood, she wished to look beyond her home and see all of what the world had to offer. While she loved her mother dearly, she felt too young to devote her entire life to her pack. With that, she anxiously left to seek out the next chapter in her adventure, which landed her in Insurgent as a scout...and she can only pray that mom's proud of her.

Other: n/a at the moment

Source
"I'll tell the stars about you."

Name
Rutilis {Latin: golden}

Gender
Male.

Age
Twelve weeks

Pack
Abolition. {Loner for now}

Rank
Pup.

Sexuality
Bisexual.

Mate
N/A.

Family
Deceased.

Personality
Rutilis has an affinity for the whimsical. He's in love with the stars, held captive by the clouds, enraptured by the sun, and enamored by the moon. He almost seems to not entirely be part of this realm. He zones out quite often, his attention span is as short as his patience is long. Ru is quite the old soul, quiet and peaceful. He loves to help out around camp, especially when it comes to Dove's herbs. He wants to be a healer when he grows up, a passion for such a peaceful, beneficial art grips his heart tightly. Ru's lack of grounding can pass him off as shy and reserved. He is neither. He may be quiet, but he loves freely, messily, bravely. His love of all things whimsy can carry his attention away from the current moment quite easily, especially if he's bored by what's happening. His passion for healing, herbs, and the sky can always fascinate him, but they seem to be the only things he'll readily attend to. If a pack mate doesn't need help and just wants to talk, they'll eventually find Ru's soft ears pointing in several directions as his eyes wander.

His gentle kindness leads him to despise and avoid any type of conflict, whether it be physical or verbal. He'll readily compromise for any creature. This adds several teaspoons of friendliness to this pup, and despite his poor attention span, he loves his pack and everyone in it. His pacifist demeanor and even temper often confuse others. His age means he should be vivacious, playing and sparring with others. But the even temper he harbors is not entirely by choice. Rutilis was born with a mild heart defect due to the radiation he's surrounded by. It only affects him when his heart rate rises with exercise, stress, or fear. It causes him severe chest pain, but when he remains calm and unexcited it barely affects him.

Rutilis adores stories. Whether he's making one up, telling others, or listening to one, it's one of the few times he offers rapt attention. He makes up stories for the moon, the sun, the stars, clouds, and sky. Anything that fascinates him has a tale attached to it. His love of the unexplained leads to theories and ideas that might make very little sense to a mature dog, but explain everything in Ru's little puppy brain. Perhaps, because he can't learn about the world through physical activity, the little golden boy found a new way of discovering things.

Appearance
Rutilis is a golden boy in nearly every sense of the word. His fur is untamed and scruffy, his muzzle sharp and pointed, his eyes wide and innocent. He almost always smiles, his little puppy tail swinging with each face that appears. His metabolism is high and his drive to eat rather low, so his ribs peer through his coat. Ru's golden fur is rarely clean, it's usually complemented by a layer of dust or burrs. As he ages, his coat will lengthen. Ru's genes are as mottled as a cattle dog's coat. His fur is the color and length of a golden retriever, but his muzzle hearkens to a shepherd. His paws are massive, a nod to the size he might grow into. His skin also appears too big, wrinkling on his forehead and back. Another piece of Ru effected by radiation are his toes. He's poly-dactyl, with five toes on each paw alongside his dewclaw. This extra toe acts similar to how a thumb might, but Ru hardly possesses such dexterity.

His coffee eyes are almost always peering at the sky, his oversized paws crossed pensively. His ears are soft, floppy, and too big for his head. When he shakes, they tend to slap against his face, producing a comical sound. His nose is black and surrounded by a pale inky color. His toenails are dark against his golden pelt, and the underside of his tongue is spotted. He's actually quite tall for a puppy his age, but skinny and lean, with long, thick legs and a tucked gut and deep chest. Ru's voice is still rather high pitched and despite his old soul-like nature, he often makes mistakes while talking; using 'runned' instead of ran and 'eated' instead of ate.

History
Ru's past is quite clouded. He barely remembers much except the warmth and milk of a mother, and the gentleness of a father. His siblings were plentiful, there were nine in total, most of them polydactly like Rutilis. He only really remembers his name for certain, and his mother's voice saying it. She called him her golden boy, her lion boy, as he was the lightest, richest color in the litter. He doesn't recall why she left him, or where she went, or where his siblings went. All he knows for sure now is that he's very, very hungry and quite cold.

Other
Theme Song

name

Gabu

age

Gabu is five years of age.

gender

Gabu is born male and identifies as one.

sexual and romantic orientation

he is heterosexual and heteromatic.

rank

he is a abolition fighter.

breed

Gabu is a mix between a Alaskan Malamute and a Northern Grey Wolf. He is a wolfdog.

physical description

Gabu is a tall and stocky male, he holds the large and thick fur from his mother and the appearance of a purebred grey wolf. Holding a creamy white muzzle, cheeks, and legs. He does have some of the creamy white on his belly. The most noticeable thing to Gabu is how he may be massive and towering compared to some dogs, but he's still skinny and almost lanky. Gabu does not bare any large scars, but above his nose is a small pink scar. his paw pads are black along with his claws along with a rough fur texture.

demeanor

Gabu is a wolfdog with a calm personality in contrast to his appearance. he tries to hide his most terrifying features to better acquaint his fellow packmates. Gabu is a social pariah who generally avoided attention and interaction with other individuals. this led him to become a socially awkward individual in general. due to Behind his deadpan demeanor, lies a considerable amount of self-loathing within Gabu. for years, his knowledge of his unique nature made him feel isolated from others and made him choose to keep to himself. consequently, this made him underestimate his own value, become shy and timid, as well as little self-esteem.

history

Cannot provide right now.

relationships

he does not hold any known relationships.

theme song

Cavetown - Boys Will Be Bugs.

other information

I don't have any other information on Gabu right now, oof.

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“Take what you can,
Give if you must,
Ain’t nobody but yourself to trust.”
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Name
Izel
[eye-zel]
Meaning: Unique, "Only One"

Gender
Female

Age
2 Year 3 Months

Orientation
Closeted Bi

Mate
None. Not Looking.

Pack
None ; Future Abolition Dog

Rank
Loner

Breed
Belgian Tervuren

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”Aim for the heart,
Shoot to kill!
If you won’t do it, the other one will!”
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Physical Description
Compact and elegant, Izel is striking to the eye. Medium-sized and well-muscled, despite her obvious lack of meals, landing her in the underweight margin, with her diminutive build coming to a sad thirty-seven pounds, her height reaching a normal — but below average — twenty-two inches. Her fur is straight and abundant around her face and chest, gracing her face with a youthful, pupish display. A soft mixture of colors make this lass a pleasant picture against a world so cold and bleak. Sandy tans, coal blacks, and dashes of cream merge and intertwine to make a lasting imprint on anyone’s mind.

This lass has shown how hard life can be upon a loner. Painted with wicked scars on her torso, belly, and rump that have discouraged fur regrowth, this female often needs to find somewhere warm to settle, lest the cold lays its hands on her. Her eyes are varying degrees of amber and chestnut, with her right eye being warm and chocolate-dipped, and her left being more sunlit honey. Other than her eyes being noticeably mismatching, yet not wildly, the situation with her mouth is quite different. To be more specific, her teeth. Normally, one can see the two peaks of deadly ivorys from behind her limited jowls, two on each side, that is. Wicked double incisors flash with every grin, but their length makes sure they aren’t forgot when veiled behind a mask of passiveness.

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“You can have your principles
When you’ve got a belly full.”
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Demeanor
Izel is, without a doubt, fox-like. As sly as a vixen, she knows how to weasel her way into situations, just as she knows how to get out of them. Smaller than a lot of her species that roam the irradiated wasteland, she has learned to do what her parents couldn’t: Survive. Equipped with the will to survive, and a slippery disposition, she’s managed pretty well on her own, despite the myriad of scars that seem like some Frankenstein’s Monster bullshit cut into a pretty lass. Izel looks after herself, as she’s learned to, after being blessed with parents who were proud owners of stupid luck, right up until that luck finally ran out. She’s always on the lookout for opportunities. A hungry young lass craving food and safety, and a chance to really, truly live, not just survive.

Izel, despite her survivalist attitude, is not one to go about without a smile or a laugh, turning a boring day into one filled with activity. She loves to scale the broken ruins of the place, finding little hideaways and perches, finding a new place to call home off the ground and into some weird place. Innovative, creative and simply cheerful in spite of her desperate situation. Now, don’t mistake her sharp smile for generosity in the darkness of this forgotten, dying world. Don’t mistake it for kindness or friendliness. Izel is every bit of snake and fox as one can be. If you have something to offer her — in your survival or in your demise, in abundance or in poverty — she will take it as she can, and give nothing in return. Playful in her backstabbing, vixen ways, it’s hard to expect something out of her.

But when push comes to shove… Izel wants to live. Not just survive, not just scrape by… live. She wants to belong, she wants to love where she is in life and not feel the pangs of hunger, or the bite of the cold, or the sinking pit in her stomach when she looks around and sees nothing but despair. She knows, deep, deep down that she lives a pitiful life, just like anyone. But, at least, pack dogs have company and a reliable barrier to the cold. Still, this bitch is stubborn and set in her ways, and doesn’t quite know her way out of the darkness that she’s shielded herself away in for so long. She’s tried her hand at hoping and expecting better, and she’s been wrong.

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“Cast your eyes to heaven,
You get a knife in the back!”
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History
Sad and pathetic, her parents. Sad and pathetic and unable to survive in the world that was there to welcome them. They blundered and tripped and fell… yet they got up. And, for some reason unknown to Izel, decided to create her and her unfortunate siblings.

Siblings died. She never bothered to remember them. Her mother had stupid amounts of hope, just as they had stupid amounts of luck, and wasted her precious milk on all pups, not just the strong ones. In the end, only Izel and Ronan, her brother, survived. Sibling either came out weak, viciously mutated until the point where they couldn’t properly feed, or Mother ran out of milk. Safe to say, Izel and Ronan had luck on their side. Izel still hasn’t been able to decide if it was bad luck, or good.

Eventually, her mother and father met an unfortunate end and became a grand feast for a peckish brown bear. Ronan and Izel split on mutual grounds, feeling like they could both make it alone in the world, and, despite how utterly bad the plan was, sibling rivalries are something like a gulp of Stupid Bitch Juice in the face of common sense.

So now, Izel travels alone, with her brother somewhere out in the world with status unknown. And then there’s Izel, getting the shit beat out of her by angry fauna and somehow surviving. What an epic gamer moment.

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“Go ahead and lay the blame.
Talk of virtue, talk of sin.
Wouldn’t you have done the same?”
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Family & Relationships
Thalia - [Mother] - Deceased
Eaten by a bear. What a way to go. Izel thought her mother was a fool, but still feels guilty. Guilty for what, you may ask? For not feeling sad about her passing, perhaps.

Renly - [Father] - Deceased
Also eaten by a bear. Pathetic in death as he was in life. He had too much hope for someone destined to die.

Ronan - [Brother] - Adoptable/Open! Feel Free To Ask!!
Izel loves this fool brother of hers. Adored him and thought they’d take on the world together, even though he always slobbered on her ears. But hey, usually that was punishment for her slobbering on… well, most of him. Somehow, her dreams got lost along the way, and they parted ways, and haven’t seen each other since then.

[Nothing else so far! Message me if you want to set up something, or come meet her!]

Theme Song
When The Chips Are Down - Original Cast of Hadestown
Gone, I’m Gone - Original Cast of Hadestown
Black Raven - Chernobyl

Other
True Neutral to the Max
Doesn’t know that she’s Bisexual AF. Will happily gaze gayly at Pretty Babes, but say that they’re an enemy that she has to keep an eye on. Denial is one hell of a drug.

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“Black raven, why do you circle over me?
You won’t have your prey.”
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