Name
Nightshade.
Age
4 years old.
Gender & Orientation
Male, Bisexual.
Species
Skars Dog.
Breed/Subspecies
A mix of sorts. Clearly resembles bully/molosser type dogs the most strongly, but has a good deal of scent hound linage as well.
Skars or Homeworld
Skars, Foothills Dog.
Physical Description
A sturdy, compact dog. His build is powerful and muscular with a thick neck, broad head and strong legs. His pelt is coal black, save for a splotch of white on the chest, pale toes and the smokey stripes dappling his back. His eyes are a light auburn color, both ears flopped while his tail is long a thick. He has a short, yet adoptable coat. The dual triangles are painted across his shoulders in vibrant green paint. Red and silver paint covers the rest of his body in a tribal pattern, forming into shapes of the Skars gods along his sides.
Personality
His name appears to be well earned. A rather morbid male with a tendency for macabre storytelling and a sarcastic comment always lingering at the tip of his tongue. He is not necessarily unfriendly, but most dogs tend to find his dark sense of humor and overall demeanor a bit disturbing. When not involved in a spar or guarding the pack's boundaries he can often be found lazing about, either sharing stories with the younger dogs that their parents likely wouldn't approve of or else silently observing those around him. He wins his battles through quick wit and agility over brute strength, moving surprisingly quickly for a canine of his size.
Backstory
Relationships
TBD.
Love Interest
TBD.
Theme Song
Throne - Bring Me The Horizon.
Other
It’s a myth that dogs only see in black and white. In fact, it’s believed that dogs see primarily in blue, greenish-yellow, yellow and various shades of gray.
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Name
Aspen.
Age
3 years, 6 months old.
Gender & Orientation
Male, Pansexual.
Species
Domestic Canine .
Breed
Galgo Español (Spanish Greyhound).
Skars or Homeworld
Homeworld.
Physical Description
Aspen is a lithe dark brindle Greyhound with a white chest and front paws. His coat is short and rough, almost wiry in texture. As with most racing sighthounds he has a deep chest and streamlined body built for running. Aspen's eyes are almond shaped and a chocolatey shade of brown. His ears naturally fold back against the skull, sometimes flopping forward slightly. A small chunk is missing from the left ear.
His abdomen curves up sharply behind the ribs creating a slender waist and his spine is hinged, making him a rather flexible canine indeed. His head is narrow with an elongated muzzle ending in a black nose. While slimmer than most he is also quite tall, being made up of mostly legs, and only the largest breeds tower over him.
His long, thin tail has clearly suffered quite a bit of abuse, healed over bite wounds stretching across it, many of them overlapping. A few shallow scars can be found scattered over his body, but it’s clear these are more likely the result of a rough hunt or race over a fight. Marks along his sides and across his throat however hint at abuse from human hands. His face remains unmarred beyond his ear. He reaches 30 inches at the shoulder and weighs in at a little less than 80 pounds.
Personality
Aspen is a gentle hound with a kind heart and compassionate nature. He shies away from violence and doesn't enjoy fighting, but is an excellent hunter. The thrill of the chase is always his favorite part. He proved quite clumsy and forgetful in his youth, to the point where his mentor would sink her teeth into his tail as punishment every time he made a mistake or he would feel the lash of his owner’s belt against his back. He learned to be quicker and less prone to distraction, but spooks easily in the present and tends to jump if anyone approaches him from behind, preferring to trail at the rear of every group.
He is timid and passive in demeanor, yet still willing to stand up for himself and others when he feels the need. More often than not however he will avoid confrontation with others if he can, usually fleeing a tense encounter with a passive-aggressive comment on the tip of his tongue. That aside, Aspen is a friendly and warm individual who always strives to do the right thing. All in all he's an amicable fellow who's easy to be around so long as you can accept his flaws. He tends to be attracted to more dominant personalities, content to serve as a follower over a leader, offering advice and support when needed.
Backstory
Born to be a racing hound, he was kept at a kennel with several other Greyhounds, one of which became a sort of mentor to him. She was tetchy and impatient, prone to nipping at his flanks or biting his tail if he didn’t move quickly enough to avoid her snapping teeth. His human master wasn’t any kinder. Aspen was a decent racer, winning some and losing others. Loses however, often resulted in pain. When he outlived his use his owner dumped him in the countryside to fend for himself and he was lucky enough to be picked up by a sanctuary, eventually adopted out to a a family living in the US. He grew to love his new humans, losing them proving a devastating blow.
Relationships
He doesn’t appear to recognize any dog in this new land. The whereabouts of his remaining kin and friends are unknown to him. He prays they are still alive and well wherever they may be.
Love Interest
None. Open, but required to develop through roleplay. Crushes are fine however and quite fun really so don’t be afraid to ask.
Theme Song
Fly On The Wall - Thousand Foot Krutch.
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Name
Rehema.
Means mercy in Swahili.
Age
3 years old.
Gender & Orientation
Female, Demisexual.
Species
Wild Canid.
Subspecies
African Wild Dog.
Skars or Homeworld
Homeworld.
Physical Description
Rehema is a lean and tall female, her rounded ears over-sized and paws lacking dewclaws. Her shot pelt, made up entirely of stiff bristle-hairs, is a patchwork of color; a black base decorated by splotches of tan and white. Her skull is broader and shorter than most other canids, creating features that would likely seem strange, perhaps even alien to the domestics despite their own various differences. Her eyes are nearly almond shaped, a fiery orange shade that always carries a hard glint.
Personality
Rehema's demeanor holds little resemblance to her name. While never one to harm another dog without reason, she tends to be unforgiving and suspicious, the sort who leaves little room for second chances. Her vanity is likely her worst quality, convinced she is a gift to the world and should be respected as such, forever sardonic and sharp of tongue. This fastidious behavior should not be mistaken for prissiness however. While she will most certainly complain about it later, Rehema isn't afraid to get dirty and took her former job as pack leader extremely seriously.
Backstory
Born and raised in a zoo, Rehema has never known life in the wild. As such the struggle of surviving without humans is leaving her no better off than the domestic dogs who came from the same city in which she once dwelled. The matriarch of her small pack, her enclosure consisted of only four other canines, her mate and their three pups. Rehema and Jelani weren't exactly in love, but as one another's only option they made things work, living together and raising their offspring in harmony. Lost in this new world without her family, she is on edge and uneager to accept the order of the Skars dogs who have come to collect her,
Relationships
Jelani | Former Mate.
Subira, Chiku & Jengo | Offspring.
Love Interest
TBD.
Theme Song
Believer - Imagine Dragons.
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Roleplay Sample
Taken from Unite or Die.
Palestar's cold dark blue gaze scanned the slowly waking camp, little more than chips of ice set in a flame pointed face. The rising sun illuminated his form perched upon the lowest windowsill at the west end of the barn, casting a long shadow over the hay strewn floor. A gentle breeze pulled at his pelt, urging him back to the valley, but he resisted the call. For now. There was too much yet to be done here. He caught sight of his sister Shadewhisker exiting the medicine den, blinking at him cheerily. He nodded his own greeting, the barest of acknowledgements, but made no move to approach her.
An entire moon had passed since the surviving Clans joined together at the imploring of their ancestors. Even days later it still felt wrong, unnatural. Was this truly StarClan's desire? That they should forget moons upon moons of war or anything that once made them different for the sake of becoming one Clan? His claws unsheathed, sinking into the deteriorating wood beneath his paws in frustration. He knew Ravenstar certainly shared his misgivings even if they rarely spoke to one another. Palestar's loyalty to StarClan and the code would keep him obedient to their wishes of course, but he didn't have to like it. 'I have to trust there is a reason for all this...'
Reserving his doubtful thoughts for another time, he sought out his deputy, searching the crowd for the his trade-mark reddish pelt. Assigning Foxheart as his second had its risks, he knew. The other tom had voiced his disagreement with accepting outsiders into the Clan in the past, especially during their youth. While the epitome of politeness in the present, Palestar wasn't foolish enough to think those beliefs had faded or didn't extend to him and his sister.
Still, he'd been the most sensible choice and Palestar didn't regret his decision. It would have been obscene to choose another non-Clan born cat as second-in-command and Foxheart was well-liked among ValleyClan. He hoped with time he might change Foxheart's mind, but as of now he had far more worries than what his deputy might think of him.
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