Prison Form

Well, well, we have new I.D.s to check into this Hellhole, lucky you newbies! step up and fill out these forms...here....here..and we will need a few personal questions about your persons....

Name:
Age:
Feline or Canine:
Breed:
Appearance:
Gender (feminine or Masculine):
Personality:
Crush:
Level or Guard?:
Role Play Example:

Prison Rules

1.) Mild Cussing Allowed.

2.)Fade to black when necessary.

3.) No forced breeding or Rape.

4.) 4+ detailed sentences needed.

5.) Have fun!

6.) Pardon dictionary speak from me if in Feline character.

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Prison Guards and Inmates

Guards
1.)Hennessy|Feminine|Feline

2.)Aberdare|Masculine|Canine


Level One Inmates

-Nic|Feminine|Canine

-Raoul|Feminine|Feline

Level Two Inmates

-Matix|Masculine|Canine

-Ravine|Feminine|Canine

Level Three Inmates
-Azor|Masculine|Canine

-Alia|Feminine|Canine

-Commando|Feminine Canine

-Welic|Masculine|Feline

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[[•Name:•]] Alia

[[•Age:•]] 2 Years

[[•Feline or Canine?:•]] Canine

[[•Breed:•]] Red Husky/Timber Wolf Mix.

[[•Appearance:•]] She is a smooth, thick coated, white based she dog. She had a deep red/brown saddle going from her nose tip sliding towards her tail tip with white flecks mixed in. She had deep green eyes and the sleek graceful yet powerful build of the Timber Wolf. She towered over her siblings at 3 feet 11 inches, she weighted 120 lbs of muscle and fur.

[[•Gender•]] Feminine

[[•Personality:•]] she is a manipulator, using her sleek looks to flirt or gain trust of males and females to learn weaknesses and loop hole in a pack or about themselves. She then uses the information to break the dog or tear the pack apart. She was like a tiger, graceful but deadly. She would act sick or wounded to draw the victims in.

[[•Crush•]] None

[[•Level or Guard?•]] Level Three

[[•Role Play Example:•]] Welic grinned, "Abbie? How about Welic." He pressed against her slightly a large weather worn hand hovering over hers, "I will but first we need to go somewhere." He scooped her up easily and ran as fast as he could towards the dim light of the arena. To where Alia was chained to a boulder and Xanuel loomed over her. "So what have you been doing?" He arched an eyebrow quizzically towards the scene. He dropped Marley gently.
Xanuel saw the two appear and answered "breaking her in, looks like it's her first time." He sneered and placed a hand on alia's head pulling her hair into the boulder while leaning down grinning at her bruised face. "Kill or keep as a pet?" He mumbled letting her go watching her head fall.
Welic thought for a few moments. "This one can decide." He motioned to Marley as Xanuel nodded he grinned and picked her up again tossing her into the ring of fire that trapped her as it did Alia.
Alia growled as Xanuel jerked her head back and roared in anger as they talked, she wriggled in the chains that bound her. She yelped as Xanuel's heavy hand slammed into her head dazing her, she felt him press against her while he held her up balancing her. She looked towards Marley her eyes wide as she was trapped.

[[•Name:•]] Welic

[[•Age:•]] 3 ½ years

[[•Feline or Canine?:•]] Feline

[[•Breed:•]] Maine Goon/Ragdoll mix.

[[•Appearance:•]] He is a small, lean framed Eucreed tabby masculine feline with wide saffron rhopholia suspensory ligaments, he has monumental phentouphenduses with large slightly torn audits, and long slender pillars holding his frame. He has a cropped or bobbed tail and long twisted whiskers. His retractables are rienforced with long sharp adder fangs.

[[•Gender•]] Masculine

[[•Personality:•]] He is sly, sneaky, mostly a loner unless he is given a job or giving favors to the feminine feline guards *wink wonk*

[[•Crush•]] None

[[•Level or Guard?•]] Level Three

[[•Role Play Example:•]] ↑Above↑

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Name:
Matix
Age:
6 Years & 7 Months
Feline or Canine:
Canine
Breed:
Beauceron
Appearance:
Matix has the typical look of his breed, the only difference being his floppy ears. His pelt is short, and close to his toned body. Deep, pink scars line the left side of his abdomen from a long forgotten fight. With claws that have been worn down to nubs from the harsh concrete of the prison, he doesn't see himself getting in any fights soon. His base color is black while his under markings are a reddish-brown, much like that of a dobermans.
Gender:
Masculine
Personality:
While he had never started much of a ruckus in the prison, Matix was labeled a problem dog. Not bad enough for level one, but his stray ancestry pushed him out of level three. This wasn't much of a problem though as it was in his best interest to stay far away from the three's. He doesn't like to take life seriously, and would rather think of everything as a game. Matix loves to be the center of attention, and if that means stirring up some trouble so be it. Even though he hasn't been here long enough to get to that extreme, he does see it in his near future.
Crush:
To be determined.
Level or Guard?:
Level 2
Role Play Example:
Being the type of cat to rise with the sun, Azazel had been awake for quite a while now that the brilliant rays of light were more prominent. It was in his blood to avoid the harsh temperatures that midday can bring. As any usual day, he found himself digging up the small critters that could be found under rocks littered around the hillside. With his wide paws, digging was an easy task and one that he could even find amusing at times. The various shades of brown that made up the packed soil flung out behind the tom and into the air. Azazel had decided that today, after eating of course, he would look for a new den. What with his current abandoned rabbits den beginning to feel a little cramped. For now though, he would focus solely on satiating his gradual increase of hunger. His light colored fur made him contrast greatly with the long green grasses surrounding him. Grey eyes flickered up to check his surroundings, the blue that came with a cats births still clinging around his pupils.

Though he had yet to ever be near a predator, he had seen them many a time. The most recent being a lone fox slinking across the rolling hills. The animal's build had been rather intimidating and Azazel found himself stone still. Luckily, the fellow carnivore either didn't pick up on him, or didn't care. Finally after he had been slowly drifting away into his imagination land his paws hit flesh. Working on pure instinct, his head shot down the narrow hole and his eyes were greeted by a mouse's horrified, struggling body. The small creatures bones could be felt shifting under his paws, and if he focused hard enough he could even feel it's tiny muscles contracting. Applying more pressure to the squirming body, Azazel's jaws open and his teeth made contact with the creatures neck. With one swift bite the deed was done. Pulling the front of his body from the hole, he began to quickly scarf down the warm flesh.


Name:
Hennessy
Age:
3 Years
Feline or Canine:
Feline
Breed:
American Short Hair/American Medium Hair
Appearance:
Hennessy's pelt is of black smoke coloring and medium-short in length. Black furs swirling around on her pelt mixing with grays and silvers give Hennessy an almost shadow-like appearance. Her body is long and slender, lacking some muscle that most other strays seemed to have gained from years of living on the streets. With legs to match her body, most of her muscle can be found in her back legs. Her tail is of a relatively normal length compared to her body size. Light yellow eyes set deep in her face create a very friendly, inviting look to her. Hennessy has a black nose and matching paw pads.
Gender:
Feminine
Personality:
Hennessy is the definition of good girl gone bad. The once vibrant, hope-filled female has now become the very thing she hated. Even though others may despise her, she sees it as her chance to live. After all everything comes down to the survival of the fittest right? While her young heart stills screams in her mind, she is able to mask this with her cold exterior. She may not be strong, but speed and agility can be scary enough in their own ways. Add those to factors to the will that every animal possesses to survive, and you can get a deadly combination. She tends to be rather quite, and tries to avoid contact with prisoners and guards alike.
Crush:
It's against her job description.
Level or Guard?:
Guard
Role Play Example:
An example has already been given.

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1 more guard needed to begin roleplay!~

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RP thread!

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Name:
Azor
Age:
3 years, 9 months old
Feline or Canine:
Canine
Breed:
Polish Hound (Ogar Polski)
Appearance: Azor stands at 23 inches at the withers and 65 pounds, making him an average sized dog, but he's got a keen sense of smell and a strong bite to make up for it. On the underside of his right ear is a tattooed number reading "717439"
Gender (feminine or Masculine):
Masculine
Personality:
Azor is a pretty even tempered dog. He isn't overly aggressive, nor is he overly friendly. He stands at a neutral position between. He was originally used as a wild boar hunting dog and not having much to do causes him to do things out of his boredom. He can be a rather loud dog with his baying and howling.
Crush:
None... yet
Level or Guard?:
Level 3
Role Play Example: (I'll write his history as an example :3)

"Go, Azor! Get out of here!" The woman waved her hands at the dog who was standing just outside the door. He tilted his head to the left in confusion. He'd never been shooed out of the house before and it was a little worrying for him. Food was in short supply and Azor received food once every few days or whenever there were leftovers, which was rare. He used to hunt with the other two dogs of the house, but they'd been sold off several months ago and a single dog like him couldn't take down large prey and keep it at bay. He tried to get back in the house by slipping between the woman's legs, but she gently pushed him away with her foot. "Azor." She said, her voice low in mild annoyance. She knelt down next to him and undid the buckle on his collar, throwing it do the side where his tags hit the ground with a gentle clink, clink! "You're free now, buddy, now go." She said, pushing him away from the house. Azor didn't want to leave, he simply barked at her in confusion.

From behind, a truck pulled up to the house. From inside, he could hear the barking of panicked dogs. Out of the truck was a man who walked up to the front door, exchanging a few words with the woman while Azor barked and baying. After the woman nodded at the paper he showed her, he slipped a nylon slip lead over Azor's head, which made him bolt off in the direction of the woods, where he and his master would talk long walks in the evenings. The lead yanked him backwards and he felt as if he were being choked. After that, he simply followed, his young spirit dying within him. He allowed the man to place his hand underneath his waist to pick him up and load him into the truck, where he laid down in his metal cell, trying to block out the sounds of the other distressed canines around him. He had no clue what was going on and pressed a paw against the door, wondering what he did wrong to be taken away like this.
Other:
Photo credit goes to respective owners.

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@Pembroke

Guard slots are full, need to update this, other than that accepted~

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Oh, oops. I'll change it. :)

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Okay C=

Thanks feel free to start off the RP if you'd like.

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@Ravineke that is not a link to an appearance,

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Yes, it is.

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