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2020-10-10 00:13:18

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These are specific only to this thread.
· All of Lioden's rules apply.
· Unlimited characters. Only two characters allowed in roles with limited slots.
· Piercings/ears docked/tails docked, etc. is allowed.
· Unrealistic canines, magical canines, etc. are not allowed.
· Please make your forms semi-detailed at the least! No one-line descriptions.
· Your character must be approved by me in OOC to RP.


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RP Information
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Comox Lemolo
"A once-great pack of dogs. Now struggling to flee the virus and find a home."

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Mox,
2x Open.
[Please contact me in OOC for the Alpha rank.
Alphas must be relatives/companions of one another.]


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Magnus, Reserved.
Closed.

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2x Open.

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Lakit, Amos, Reserved.
Open, Unlimited.

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Open, Unlimited.

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Than, Raven,
1x Open.

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Loners
4x Open.

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Form
This is only a template. Feel free to change it to your liking.
Delete everything in parentheses.


Name:
Age:
Gender:
Orientation:
Breed(s):
Rank:
(If loner, you can delete or mark as none.)
Personality:
Appearance:
Relationships:
(Relatives, children, love interests, friends, etc.)
History:
Other:




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Edited on 22/10/20 @ 17:02:45 by Anarch ⭐ (#43404)

Anarch ★ (#43404)


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2020-10-10 21:45:24
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"Whatever it was that made me what I am, I thought I should stay around and be that."

Name: Mox Meaning: "2" in Chinook Jargon.
Age: 4 years, 5 months.
Gender: Female.
Orientation: Asexual, Panromantic.
Breed(s): Dalmatian.
Rank: Alpha.

Personality:
Calm, kind, gloomy, intolerant.
Down to earth, kind, and somewhat melancholy. Mox is easy to get along with and hard to make angry. She takes every moment in stride and tries to find some sort of light out of every dark situation. Her personable demeanor and seemingly never-ending smile around others easily hides the more sorrowful side to her. Some situations, however small, can overwhelm her with feeling. Though she rarely ever lets it break her. All of this bottling of her emotions has taken a tole. From time to time she will randomly burst into tears, usually when she finds a moment to be by herself.

Chillingly calm, but outspoken, she is the more level-headed of her four siblings. She is a dependable friend and colleague, as well as a trusted leader. Though he cares for all of her pack deeply, she is quite closed-off about her personal dealings. More than happy to be a shoulder to cry on, but more likely to depend on herself when she's in need of a friend. This closed-off way of dealing with her problems leads to more stress building up in her daily life, which in turn directly affects her leadership skills. To combat this, she allots specific time to herself throughout the day to let off steam.

More full of knowledge than experience, sometimes she can be too quick to make a decision. She stands firmly by the teachings of her father and can be quite stubborn if her ways are questioned. This same stubborn nature is present in her judgement of others. Those who have slighted the pack in some way are quick to lose her favor, and the struggle of trying to regain it is an endless battle. Her bluntness towards these individuals can seem stark and out of character for her, but the same voice she uses to soothe a fellow pack member can be heard casting another to their doom.

Appearance:
Height: 22 inches.
Weight: 40 lbs.


Slim and streamlined, she is on the shorter side of her breed's spectrum. Her coat is a typical stark white, sleek, and covered in blotches. Her markings are dark liver in colour, as is the skin on her nose, paws, and around her eyes. Her irises are a shockingly bright electric blue. Her gaze is typically kind, steadfast, and calm.

Her coat is free from blemishes or scars. She bears the muted scent of marjoram and spearmint, both herbs she regularly uses to relieve stress. She can be seen wearing the silvery-black pelt of a fox across her back in the colder seasons. On her right shoulder is the bright blue symbol of her rank, painted on with mica and touched up occasionally by the group's zetas.

History:

Mox was born to the former alphas of Comox Lemolo, Tyee and Tenas. She was one of four, the smallest of the litter and the one expected not to survive. Her puphood was a struggle. She was riddled with sickness and constantly attended to by the pack's Zeta. Her weak body meant she couldn't romp with her siblings, so instead she trailed along at the heels of her father and mother.

Ever present in her parent's dealings, she grew into adolescence with a firm understanding of pack life. Her father took her under his wing, and she unintentionally began retaining the information he shared with her about becoming a leader. As she grew stronger, she took up the role of lambda in the pack. A scout of sorts, she would go collect intel from other packs and deliver messages for her parents. She was the first to learn of the virus, though she passed it off as another seasonal bug. How wrong she was.

Mox was present to see her pack begin to deteriorate around her, then her family. Her mother fell ill first, bitten by one of the elder psi. She chose to leave to keep the others safe, but her sacrifice was in vain. Tysee was wounded by a rabid coyote soon after, quickly descending into the madness as well. Before he lost himself he gave over the role to Mox and two other trusted dogs. It was Mox who banished her father from the pack's lands. Though necessary, the experience still pains her to this day.

As the virus ravished the land, Mox more or less forced the pack to leave. Leaving their home behind was as much of a blessing as it was a curse. The dogs were no longer used to the harshness of nature and many were lost early on in the trek. These losses never waivered her, and she still stands firm in the decision to move on.

Relationships:
Love Interest(s): None.

Relatives:
Tenas - Mother - Deceased.
Tyee - Father - Deceased.

Lakit - Brother - Alive.
Klone - Brother - Alive. - Open to adopt.
Ixt - Sister - Alive. - Open to adopt.

Other:

Open to friends/enemies/etc. Contact me in OOC!!

Other:
Theme
"I'm tired and I think I want to go home,
So let's go and get started."



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Edited on 20/10/20 @ 21:56:16 by Anarch ⭐ (#43404)

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2020-10-10 22:20:35
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"Anger was better than weeping."

Name: Lakit Meaning: "4" in Chinook Jargon.
Age: 4 years, 5 months.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Demisexual, Homoromantic.
Breed(s): Dalmatian.
Rank: Lambda.

Personality:
Protective, soft, confrontational, feisty.
Abrasive and ill-tempered on the surface, Lakit can be icy cold to those he doesn't know. He is a stoic canine for the most part, but argumentative if you've slighted him somehow. His angry spats are usually short lasting, however, and he doesn't hold grudges like most. His gruff exterior is only masking the softer parts of his personality. He is fiercely protective of those he holds dear to his heart and can get quite aggressive if he feels as though his companions are in danger. He can be kind at times, and begrudgingly has a soft spot for the weak.

Opinionated, Lakit doesn't take well to being spoken over. His biggest pet peeve is being ignored and he will go to great lengths to be heard. His soft spot for the young, old, and timid has gotten him into quite a few spats in the past. Though he isn't one to go rushing into battle, he would gladly do so for another dog. His cold nature is mostly a façade and can easily be melted away with a little effort, but don't expect some sort of sweet personality to arise. Caring but unable to show it for the most part, Lakit's friends and family will have to settle with his odd way of showing affection.

Bluffing is one of his strong suits. He would much rather threaten than actually get into a physical altercation. These threats usually have no meaning behind them and once you've realized that, it's easy to shrug them off. Behind all of that show he is a relatively calm, almost lazy, dog. He enjoys sleeping in a bit later than most and would much rather laze about then spend his energy doing something useful. Once he's gotten used to you, this mellow temperament is quick to reveal itself. Though it's a nice change of pace from his growls, it can prove to be just as troublesome.

Where he shines the brightest is his resilience and ability to adapt. Having come from a shaky background, he is used to the constant shift in his surroundings. Despite his outspoken nature, he would rather bite his tongue than complain about his own wellbeing. He can take quite a beating without so much as a whimper and he hates to admit defeat.

Appearance:
Height: 24 inches.
Weight: 55 lbs.


Tall, muscular, and blocky are good terms to use to describe Lakit. He is your average Dalmatian, sporting a black and white spotted coat. His patterns are dark, speckled with white hairs, and more mottled than average. His eyes are a very dark, chocolatey brown. He strays on the heavier-than-average side of his weight all year round, though most of this weight is made of muscle.

It's common to see Lakit with an annoyed or angry expression on his face. These menacing features are backed up by a body littered with scars, mostly on his shoulders, face, and front legs. He wears a thick, black, leather collar covering most of his neck. It's also common to see him with a leather vest on, pockets filled with crude knives. Etched over his left eye in rusty orange is the symbol of the lambda. He smells strongly of myrrh, pine, and the earth. These scents being picked up from his excursions through the woodlands.

History:

Lakit was one of four pups born to the former leaders, the largest and the last. He was a free spirit in his youth, his puphood filled with much mischief and adventures. He would lead his other siblings into danger quite often, and ended up being scolded by his parents just as often. It was clear at a young age that he was going to be trouble, and trouble he was.

His adolescence was filled with uncertainty. He butted heads with the older members of the group, finding himself being reprimanded by his father on a daily basis. His excursions into the woods grew more and more often, resulting in him coming home bloody and bruised. All of this behavior bottlenecked into one particular outburst where he attacked another lambda, and his father was forced to outcast him from the Lemolo Pack.

Lakit's exile didn't last long. His mother vetoed the decision and came looking for him, eventually convincing him to return, but things were never the same. His relationship with his father was tarnished, as well as his relationship within the pack. He spent the next few years with the omega ranking, working to make up for his misdeeds. Though he no longer carriers the shame of the title, he still finds himself ostracized from the rest of the group.

The virus did little to change him, but the loss of his mother caused him to revert even more into himself. Having lost the faith of his father and siblings, she was the only remaining family he felt supported him. Even more cold now, he cares little about his former home and where they are going.

Relationships:
Love Interest(s): None.

Relatives:
Tena - Mother - Deceased.
Tyee - Father - Deceased.

Mox - Sister - Alive.
Klone - Brother - Alive. - Open to adopt.
Ixt - Sister - Alive. - Open to adopt.

Other:

Open to friends/enemies/etc. Contact me in OOC!!

Other:
Theme
"We're all right, we're okay.
Face a fear, the unknown."



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silverclouds (#206440)

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2020-10-12 05:53:56

"i am burdened with glorious purpose."

N A M E
Raven

A G E
three years and two months

G E N D E R
female

S E X U A L I T Y
panromantic, pansexual, and polyamorous

B R E E D S
Borzoi, Hortaya Borzaya, and Dalmatian mix

R A N K
omega

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Nobody has a higher opinion of herself than Raven does. She tends to see the best in herself and the worst in others, often overestimating her own capabilities - her only marketable skills are talking, sneaking, and killing you when your back is turned. Flattery is the best, and often only way, to get Raven to take you seriously, and her packmates don't appreciate this particular trait.

Raven is also extremely paranoid and obsessive. The current focus of this trait is her brother, but getting on her bad side can ensure that you'll have a grudge against you for life - and that you ought to watch your back for at least a year, lest she sink her teeth into you when you're not looking.

While almost any amount of time living with her will make all of Raven's flaws apparent, she has quite the silver tongue, and her best skill is talking her way out of tricky situations - which could be the reason why she hasn't been kicked out of Comox Lemolo yet. She'd flirt and trick her way through hell and back if she had to, and she often took advantage of dogs she met while traveling alone, making them hunt for her or help her survive, by simply talking to them.

A P P E A R A N C E
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Raven was named for her pelt: like the feathers of a raven, her pelt is black and somewhat glossy. Unlike her namesake, though, she does have some white patches. These are found on her front paws and chest, as well as a very small patch under her chin. Her coat, like that of her Borzoi ancestors, is curled and requires frequent grooming, something that she takes great pride in doing. Raven is a stickler for cleanliness, bathing and grooming as often as possible, so her coat is for the most part unmatted. Her eyes are very dark in color, usually described as black. Jutting bones, especially ribs, are usually visible under Raven's pelt, due to a lifetime of poor hunting skills. However, she is still quite streamlined, and many dogs consider her attractive. She is around 22 inches tall at the shoulder.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
~ deceased parents
~ one brother and one sister, open
~ mates are also open

H I S T O R Y
Raven grew up watching her mother fall into fits of madness, being pulled away from her by her father when it got too bad. Despite it all, though, Raven loved her mother more than any of the other siblings did, and missed her the most once her father decided that it was unsafe to stay with her. When her father grew old and weak, and the remaining siblings decided to take care of him, Raven secretly resented it. We left Mother behind, she thought. Why must we take care of Father?

After he finally passed away and her brother left, Raven felt freed. She had always thought him a weakling. After all, she was the strongest of the siblings, and if anyone were to cross her, she'd crush them. After several weeks, when her sister left as well, Raven became paranoid and obsessive. She blamed her brother for everything that had happened to her, from leaving their mother behind to her sister abandoning her.

Eventually, she found Comox Lemolo, and groveled her way into the pack. At the bottom of the pecking order, Raven resents every slight thrown at her, but makes very little effort to raise her rank. Her current focus? Finding and exacting revenge on her siblings.

O T H E R
Raven was originally created for Decay! i wanted to keep her backstory similar, so i'm hoping someone wants to play her brother :3

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AtlasMoth (#130870)

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2020-10-12 13:39:49
Name: Amos
Age: 4 Years, 1 month
Gender: male
Orientation: Homosexual/Gay
Breed(s): Doberman
Rank: Lambda

Personality: Amos is deeply loyal to Comox Lemolo, and is prone to aggression if he feels there is a threat to his pack- in these trying times more than ever. However, in peacetime, or among his own pack, he is relatively agreeable/amicable albeit snarky. He is a little bit of a doormat to higher-ups or other dogs from Pack Lemolo he considers 'smarter' than him- but god help any other dog that tries to order him around, especially loners. Amos primarily acts based off his own intuition, or as he calls it "a hunch". He's definitely a here-and-now kind of dog, who often acts on what's in front of him and sometimes neglects the big picture. Still relatively immature in dealing with his emotions, often ‘forgetting’ to be silent where it would be proper or being unabashedly emotional. As a result, he’s a bad liar and has trouble hiding his emotions or reactions to things, but is always ready to act and can follow through with rapidly changing plans as quick as they come.

Appearance: Short and thick black fur covering a lean body with a muscular shoulders and legs. Amos has docked ears, but his tail is still long and often twitches unconsciously when he's anxious or frustrated. Tannish-chestnut fur marks his paws (reaching about 1/3 of the way up on his legs), his inner ear, and chest. The same colour fur marks his face, resembling two eyebrow spots as well as streaking his muzzle, coming down slightly to his throat. He has dark amber eyes, under his right, there is a long, thin scar running horizontally across his cheekbone area and slightly over the bridge of his muzzle. Amos never lost the fluffy puppy fur behind his ears, despite his thin face and large paws.

I suck at image sizing apparently so he’s a normal link to some art of him, done by me: https://i.imgur.com/LntC6kA.jpg


Relationships: None currently, however, greatly admires Lakit as a sort of role model.
(Relatives, children, love interests, friends, etc.)

History: Amos was born to a loner mother who joined Pack Lemolo while he was very young. He is from a single-pup litter, and was not expected to survive. However, with the help of Comox Lemolo, he survived puppyhood and grew into a formidable dog. Amos' mother, Basalt, passed when he was around a year old, from sickness she contracted after giving birth, one she never quite recovered from. He was raised by the collective pack, contributing to the strong loyalty he has to it today. His distaste for loners stems from this as well, finding it strange and, ironically for the immature dog, irresponsible that some dogs travel alone. What if there was great danger; like the plague they hav snow? Or loners with pups like his family, who would look out for them? He is glad his mother Joined Lemolo when she could.

Other: His greatest strengths are his endurance and tenacity, while his weaknesses are impulsivity and naivety. Amos is on the small side for a Doberman.

(let me know if any of this is hard to understand or needs to be changed, I have a tendency to ramble lol, so I tried to keep things concise, sorry for any spelling errors in advance lol )



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Anarch ★ (#43404)


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2020-10-12 15:38:16
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“There are no such things as curses; only dogs and their decisions.”

Name: Than Meaning: Death.
Nickname(s): Goes by, "Ursus". (Doesn't take kindly to being called by his real name.)
Age: 3 years, 1 months.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Pansexual, Panromantic.
Breed(s): Mutt [50% Border Collie, 25% Koolie, 25% Australian Shepherd.]
Rank: Omega.

Personality:
Elusive, careless, forgetful, haphephobic.
Than is introverted and forgetful, even careless at times. He generally stays away from the others, going to such lengths as avoiding or ignoring those who reach out. A dog of few words, it's hard to hold an actual conversation with him unless you're a trusted face. He cares little for titles or merit and treats everyone the same, usually giving them the silent treatment.

His forgetfulness and lax personality go hand in hand. When ordered to do a task, it's usually never completed. Whether you can blame that on his attention span or the fact that he doesn't care is unknown. He doesn't typically stick around the group unless they're travelling. He eats by himself, sleeps by himself, and will spend countless hours away from the group wandering about the wilderness on his own.

He has a softer side than his stony exterior. Though his friends are few, they are well appreciated. But even if you get close enough, his lack of social skills can make spending time with him an awkward ordeal. Even though he isn't aware of this himself. Close friends are treated much the same as the others, only he's a bit more attentive and expressive around them.

Than has a deep rooted fear of being touched, especially by strangers. Even the most casual of brush can make his skin crawl, so much so that he may lash out unintentionally. This is the key reason as to why he avoids social interactions, and the biggest reason why he can't make it out of the omega role. Many are aware of this in the pack and will avoid him, but it can be alarming and confusing for strangers.

Appearance:
Height: 20 inches.
Weight: 35 lbs.


Than sports a feeble appearance. Short for his breed makeup and quite underweight, he isn't much to fear. Underneath his thick coat is a thin frame with little muscle. His fur is a ruddy brown, appearing more red in the right lighting, with a white undercoat. His skin is a mixture of bright pink and a few dark patches, predominantly the black stripe in the middle of his nose. This faint pigment causes him to sunburn easily throughout the year. Wide eyes sport soft brown irises, gold flecks catching the sunlight.

On his left thigh is the stark black symbol of an omega, usually smeared or fading. His fluffy coat hides many gaunt scars, though a few still peak through around his face and limbs. In the center of his right ear is a ghastly hole where another dog's canine tooth has went clean through. He can commonly be seen wearing a mottled, green-and-brown, neck gaiter to protect his face from the sun.

History:
TW: Death, abuse, mental illness.


Relationships:
Love Interest(s): None.

Relatives:
Bertolt - Grandfather - Unknown.

Regina - Mother - Deceased.
??? - Father - Unknown.

Other:

Lich - Companion - Deceased.

Open to friends/enemies/etc. Contact me in OOC!!

Other:
Theme
"Ah, it’s more courageous to overcome."



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Edited on 13/10/20 @ 23:06:23 by Anarch ⭐ (#43404)

silverclouds (#206440)

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2020-10-12 17:33:44

"i am not ruined. i am ruination."

N A M E
Ghost

A G E
five years and seven months

G E N D E R
female (she/they)

S E X U A L I T Y
biromantic and homosexual

B R E E D S
American Pit Bull Terrier, Great Dane, and Border Collie mix

R A N K
epsilon

P E R S O N A L I T Y
It's in Ghost's nature (or so she says) to claw her way to the top. Ambition is what wakes her up in the morning and keeps her awake at night. She aspires, above all, to become a leader, and she'd be well-suited for the job. Perseverance to the nth degree, a willingness to sacrifice for the greater good, and a mind like a steel trap will make her a ruthless and effective alpha one day, although some might say she's too brutal for the job.

Underneath her harsh exterior, though, lies a fiercely loyal, protective heart. Ghost would fight to the death for those she cares about, and would rather leap from a cliff than betray her packmates. While she wasn't raised in this pack, Comox Lemolo has become her family, and she would never leave it. She often struggles finding kind words, but her actions often reveal the depth of her character.

Due to her missing leg and scars, Ghost is often underestimated by those who don't know her. However, she is the fiercest fighter in the pack, and she's learned from an early age that her disability is just one more tool in her arsenal (one less leg to worry about, right?). Her blood runs hot beneath her white fur, and she'd rather fight her disagreements out rather than mincing words.

A P P E A R A N C E
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Ghost, true to her name, is a pure white dog. Her coat is covered, however, in twisted, dark scarring. Huge claw marks across her back, from a run-in with a bear, draw the most stares. Multiple bite wounds around her throat as well as small claw marks across her muzzle add to the picture of a dog who has lived a life too hard to imagine. In addition to the scars, she is also missing her left hind leg, a birth defect caused mainly by inbreeding. She walks with a slight limp, but a lifetime of adapting means that it hardly hinders her movement anymore. Rippling muscles are clearly visible underneath her short pelt, showing that Ghost is not a dog you want to fight. She has full heterochromia: her left eye is an icy blue, while her right is a more calm shade of dark amber. Several small, silver hoops are pierced through her left ear. She scorns armor and weapons, but does often carry a leather bag. Ghost is about 25 inches tall (at the shoulder), and she weighs around 50 pounds.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
~ deceased mother (Razor), deceased father (Striker)
~ mate is open

H I S T O R Y
*warning: violence and animal death*
Ghost was born, alongside two stillborn siblings, the product of a short affair between a flighty father and a mother too tired of the world to resist his affections. Her mother, Razor, was part of a much-inbred pack of dogs, most of which were traditional fighter breeds - Pitbulls, Rottweilers, and the like. Their life was made up of fighting for scraps and food, Ghost's missing leg making her a target for harassment by other dogs. Many, although not all, of her scars are from the dogs of her first pack. Despite the dangers, Ghost and Razor were happy with each other's company, and Razor was the first and only dog who didn't care about Ghost's missing leg or strange eyes.

At the age of one and a half, Ghost was hunting in the woods alone when she heard her mother cry out suddenly, then stop. She charged back towards the sound, only to find a bear feasting on Razor's corpse. Blinded by fury, Ghost launched herself at the bear, burying her strong jaws into it's forearm. The bear clawed her off and ran away, leaving Ghost with her deepest scars yet and a deep, lingering sadness. As the pack, drawn by the noises, moved in towards the dogs - one living, one dead - Ghost ran away, holding back tears.

Ghost lived alone in the woods for months, picking useless fights with predators and other dogs, but eventually, she caught wind of a pack, strong and full of life. Nothing like the ragtag fighting group she'd left. At last, she had something to live for again! Having a purpose, a dream, and eventually a plan washed new life into Ghost's veins. She will become an alpha one day. Whatever it takes.

O T H E R
like Raven, she was originally created for Decay. i did change her backstory, though.

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Kadavir (#129259)

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2020-10-21 20:44:45


N A M E
Magnus

A G E
Four years and eight months

G E N D E R
female (she/they)

S E X U A L I T Y
homosexual

B R E E D S
Cane corso, Dogo Argentino, Rottweiler, Mastiff, Caucasian Ovcharka, Great Dane mix

R A N K
epsilon

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Magnus is a stern individual, she rules her life with an iron fist and leaves little to no room for excuses from others. To be raised in a life such as hers, this brutish dame has learned from experience that a cold exterior keeps out unwanted invaders. She knows how to survive and varying habitats and scenarios, rather trying to adress confrontal situations verbally but, she unafraid to pound certain vermin into the ground beneath - in fact, most times, it seems like she invites it.

She's been in situations where strength won't triumph though, which affects the way she speaks to theirs, whether it be professionally or loose - she's fluid. Her harsh nature can be peeled back for pups and elders, though she can't speak for others that she doesn't know. She's wise, having lived in a childhood that needed a strong mind and powerful will, thus having her crafted into the strong dog she is now.

Not to mention, she's verbal with her wants and demands, speaking with powerful words yet in small portions as to not completely expose what she may be thinking. Brawn and brain!
.

A P P E A R A N C E

This towering canine is absolutely the stuff of nightmares, her heavily muscled body and Intimidating size always makes for a pleasant surprise. Her ears are cropped high, though her tail is still intact, a thick yet curved tassle. Her eyes or a bronze hue, red and brows mixed together that often appear charcoal black in certain lighting. She's built for hard and heavy labor, not dainty at all. Her fur is a dark brown brindle, with small markings of white at her throat and underbelly. Though sometimes her fur can appear light, it's mainly due to, yet again, lighting or because her winter coat is starting to grow in. She wears an old leather necklace, topped with teeth and rubies, her mother's birth stone. She also wears a thicker collar below that made of bear fur and red leather, a finding from her father. Her body is scared, two deeply rooted gashes stretch across her throat, another three across the chest. Teeth marks decorate her left thigh and paw as well as a V-shaped scar that travels along her chin to her left eyebrow, cutting through her eyelid. Her right bicep is also marked.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
~ deceased family (Belladonna, Zephy , Malcom, Zenia) though Malcom and Zenia may presumably be alive..
~ mate is open
- trainee open
- Malcolm and Zenia are open as well!

H I S T O R Y
*warning: sexual assault, violence, death*
To get it out of the way, Magnus and her siblings weren't really meant to exist. Their father, Zephyr, was a nomadic lad, a handsome Rottweiler mix with a slick demeanor, while her mother, Belladonna, was an Outsider who had grown and left her family to live on her own. She was a mixed dog with a love for travelling the land and continuing her profession as a sort of bard. Unbeknownst to her, she had trekked onto Zephyr's territory around the time that nomadic groups were a serious threat solo travellers. Zephyr was the one to find her, beaten her black and blue without questioning why she was on the premise. He brought her into the his group of nomads as his prisoner, keeping her whereabouts unknown to his mates, her whereabouts hidden within the endless forest. Belladonna was kept for days without food or water, forced to eat away at tiny ferns or muddied water, even her forced out bile. Zephyr was amused by her resilience to submit to him, offering that she join him as his wife or she'd spend her last days in pitiful waste. Despite her faith in freedom being crushed, the captured dog refused the offer, strengthened by her hatred for the male. The torturous environment went on for days, leaving Belladonna with the body of a soulless husk up until she was able to escape a few months after her kidnapping, supposedly Zephyr's travel buddies and other members of nomad group had grown suspicious of the male, causing him to lay low from returning to the woods for a few days. Unfortunately, she left with the burden of pups she didn't know what to do with. Zephyr had forced her to submit to his sadistic intentions, something that Belladonna wasn't ready to be responsible for. Despite the harsh happenings, Belladonna knew exactly where to turn to; Bellatrix.

Bellatrix was Belladonna's older sister, a member of Lemolo for as long as Belladonna could remember. The two raised Magnus and her siblings together, with Bellatrix gathering a safe space and food while Belladonna taught the pups. Bellatrix had acted as an aunt for the pups, taking them to visit the other parts of the region at quite a young age. At this point, Magnus was able to learn a lot about the pack and the history of I it all. Her mother was reluctant to visit at first, the parallels made her fear and trauma heightened, but eventually was slowly eased into meeting the other canines. The family of four would then insist on leaving, having found that they overused their stay.

Though sadly, due to yet another one of Zephyr's antics, the Rottweiler followed the family and began ravaging them, setting fire to the areas they may have camped in or chasing them at night for miles. It was traumatic, and a fearful time for the family.

Having had grown into her new family, Belladonna had died the night that they neared Lemolo territory again, it had been many years since they last stepped foot into the territory. It was a shocking death, growing closer to Bellatrix as the mother figure all up until Magnus was promoted into a full fledged member. Despite her rejoice, Magnus had took a small trip to the outskirts of the old nomad camp to ensure Zephyr wouldn't think to near her family again. Malcom and Zenia were there alongside their eldest sister to rid the world of Zephyr's filth, but Magnus soon found that her siblings didn't survive the fight. Even with the vengeance, Magnus hasn't found herself satisfied but manages to pour her frustration into her duties - into the loyalty of Lemolo. Bellatrix has stopped hunting, instead acting as a mentor for future trainees.

Magnus continued to work hard, she wore her battles scars with pride, and the collar of her father as a trophy of his death. She eventually triumphed to the role of Epsilon, which still manages surprises her till today.


O T H E R





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Daemon (#217173)

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2020-11-09 22:42:33
NAME: Fenrir

AGE: Five years old

GENDER: Male

ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

BREED(S): Great Dane, Alaskan Malamute, and Caucasian Ovcharka Mix

RANK: None/Loner


PERSONALITY:

Fenrir is a dangerous combination of strength and intelligence. Fenrir is an experienced fighter and is not a dog anyone would like to mess with. His huge size usually intimidates other dogs and Fenrir has the power and strength to back it up if anyone dares to challenge him. However, many dogs don't realize how intelligent he is underneath all the muscle and brawn. Fenrir is always on high alert. He also tends to analyze a situation before he lands in it and likes to think ahead about his possible choices. This allows him to choose his option and follow through as fast as possible allowing him to hit his enemies hard, fast, and a lot. To put it simply, Fenrir is dangerous, and it would be a terrible idea to make him mad.

Fenrir does have a softer side he doesn't usually show. Fenrir can be surprisingly kind, selfless, and loyal. Fenrir would do almost anything for someone he trusts and would always be there for them. Once you earn Fenrir's trust he will always protect and defend those he cares about. This side is rarely seen from Fenrir as he has adapted to the life of a loner but he hasn't quite decided to take the life of a pack member out of the picture yet.


APPEARANCE:

The muscular wolf-like mix breed weighs in at 120 pounds and stands at 35 inches after inheriting his parents' size and muscle. He has thick black fur marked with grey (and a bit of white) on his feet, paws, underbelly, and face. His ears are upright and he has a thick furred tail like most Alaskan Malamutes. His eyes are a strange but striking dark blue color which can sometimes appear black in dark lighting. Fenrir's body has multiple scars but most of them are hidden by his thick fur. The most visible one is along his throat and down to his chest after an unlucky encounter with a bear.

Fenrir travels from place to place very often and doesn't like to be weighed down by possessions. However, he does wear gray colored leather amour that is light and durable which protects most of his body. He carries multiple throwing knives in the pockets of his armor but prefers to use his teeth in combat.


RELATIONSHIPS:
- Deceased parents
- Love interests: Open


HISTORY:

Fenrir didn't exactly have the greatest life ever. His parents were two loners always on the move in between dangerous places and it wasn't much of a surprise when they died. Fenrir had been a year old when his mother died from a bear attack. His father then raised him from there and taught him the basics of the life of a loner. They wandered through different territories until Fenrir's father encountered an aggressive pack of dogs. They ended up killing him and leaving Fenrir no time to grieve. Fenrir then raised himself from there and grew up with a mistrust of other dogs. Fenrir encountered many enemies but learned to turn his fear into aggression which allowed him to survive under the harsh rule of kill or be killed. Under the rules Fenrir made for himself, Fenrir wasn't affected much by the virus. He simply avoided other dogs and either chased or killed them off if they became more of a threat to him. Fenrir still wanders from territory to territory in quiet solitude.



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"You have all the answers inside you. The more you trust yourself, the easier your life will flow."
Name: Amiya
Age: 3 years and 4 months old
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Breed(s): Wolf hybrid
Rank: None/Loner
Personality: Amiya is a fierce and incredibly smart dog,she is swift allowing her to escape a fight and lose her predator easily. Her smartness gives her, a advantage she is known for studying her opponents moves before attacking. Amiya is very distant and focused but can be extremely cold when you meet her,she does not like causing unnecessarily drama and instead removes herself from problems.
Amiya however has a soft spot when you get to know her and showers you with her wise words and intelligence. She has a soft spot for pups and elderly. She will protect the dogs she cares for with her life but rarely shows her affection.
Appearance: Amiya is a medium sized wolf hybrid,her coat is a mix between brown,black and white while her lower body is white and her tails tip is black. She has big ears and a defined face shape. Scars all around her body.
Relationships:
Parents: Abandoned her
Love Interests: Open
History: Amiya had a difficult life her parents had abandoned her when she was barely old enough to fend for herself but she survived and has been loner since then. Amiya avoids the virus by simply running always unless she is forced to attack,her ears are always alerted and she knows when a dog is around. Amiya was taught to fight by standing and watching others fight. She will stand her ground if she has too. Amiya is stubborn when you get to know her but that is a hard wall to break down. You can see she has been alot as she is covered in scars.
Other:
Is deathly afraid of bees.



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