Name: Po
Gender: Male
Breed: Mixed breed (Caucasian Shepherd/Chow Chow/Siberian Husky[/Wolf?])
Age: 5 years and 4 months
Pack: Abolition
Rank: Subordinate
Sexuality: Bisexual/Biromantic

Relationships: N/A (developed via rp/contact ooc)
Mate: N/A (developed via rp, confirmed ooc)

Family:
Mother; Mei or "Dandan" (Status unknown)
Father; Neo (Deceased)
(open for siblings, contact ooc)

Personality: Po is widely viewed in the pack as a gentle giant due to his tranquil nature and dislike of combat. He is normally calm and enjoys simply hanging out with pack members, but doesn't talk much. Despite his seemingly harmless demeanor and hate for fighting, he is not afraid to defend himself or his friends. He is formidable in battle not only because of his shocking size but also his ability to move quickly and think strategically. Riling him up can go from a simple "haha, the pacifist is angry" to the opponent getting crushed beneath his weight. This does not mean he is "invincible" or "undefeatable". He, just like any other dog, has his own weak spots. But again, he hates fighting, so he will not resort to such means unless negotiation is futile. Po is pretty much an open book and does not like to lie or keep secrets. That makes it pretty easy to worm your way into forming a strong bond with him. Despite being big and lovable and seemingly carefree, he does have many self-doubts and fears. His most prominent fear is of things lurking in the dark (whether that be metaphorically or literally).

Appearance: Image, longer fur, ears stand up (except bigger. a lot bigger.)

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History: Po was born outside of the pack to a single mother he fondly refers to as "Dandan". They loved each other very much and lived together somewhat peacefully. Dandan sent him and his siblings off to live alone when they were one year old, confident that her children would be able to make lives for themselves. Although he was sad to leave her, he was eager to explore the vast world beyond the confined space of the building he was born in. So he left, and spent the next year of his life discovering the dangers of the city and learning how to survive in this hell. He eventually found himself going at a rather steady pace, avoiding fights, hunting whenever he could, never staying in one place for too long... It was boring, to say the least. At the age of two, he made the decision to actively seek out a pack to call family and was very quick to find the Abolition pack. He settled in nicely, although his "pacifist" tendencies may have seemed rather odd. He has lived with the pack for three years now and no longer finds himself feeling bored or overstressed about his survival rate. Instead, Po has decided that along with surviving, he will ultimately try his best to live.

Other: Po has a Chinese accent and often mixes up words. His mother spoke a language similar to Chinese, so it's very possible that his ancestors were from China, or near it.
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Name: Roland
Gender: Male
Breed: Doberman Pinscher/Phaoroah Hound mix
Age: 5 years
Pack: N/A
Rank: Loner
Sexuality: Homoromantic/Homosexual

Relationships: [open to developing friends/lovers via rp]


Family: [willing to adopt pups, contact OOC]


Personality: Roland is very serious and somewhat snappy. He does not take well to most strangers and prefers to stay alone. His true emotions about certain subjects are locked behind heavy iron doors, while he shows others very... Freely. And aggressively. Due to his unfriendly composition, it is very hard for him to form bonds, though he avoids doing so anyways. He may be serious and have everything locked away, but behind it all, he does actually have a decent sense of humor and a soft spot for pups. He is cocky, but certainly not over-confident. He knows which fights he can and cannot win and will not waste time with those he cannot. Roland can really be described as a tall, unbreakable wall. The only way to get through him is to climb that wall. Understanding his feelings, respecting him as an equal, and not trying too hard may eventually get him to open up.

Appearance: Image, a bit more slender. [there is a considerable scar that runs across his chest, along with many others scattered across his body]

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History: Roland was born into a family that was all work, no play. His father fought dogs on the streets and from other packs to make a name for himself and was known as a brawler in their area. His mother put her time into raising all of his father's pups and training them to survive in the real world. Roland and his many siblings were never given any time to rough-house or have fun, leading him to be serious and not really able to understand jokes. When Roland was two he was driven away by his father, who full well knew that he'd choose to walk down a similar path. He took over his own small patch of territory far away and practically mauled any dog who came too close. This earned him a respected and well-known name as a brawler; "The Ravager". He continued this for three years, rarely losing fights and expanding his territory bit by bit. He recently quit fighting, tired of the constant barrages of dogs trying to challenge him. Roland has shrunk down his territory to a solitary, one-story building guarded by overgrown plants. Now, he only fights when necessary, but his name is still very popular among other loners.

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Name: Daivik
Gender: Male (he/him they/them)
Breed: Mixed breed (Russian Wolfhound/Whippet Hound/Wolf)
Age: 3 years and 1 month
Pack: Insurgent
Rank: Warrior
Orientation: Aromantic/Asexual

Relationships: N/A (open for development)
Mate: N/A (open, contact ooc)

Family: N/A (open for siblings/adopted siblings, contact OOC)

Personality: Daivik is a simple, quiet dog. He loyally obeys the authorities and rarely speaks, making for a very good subordinate. However, he is a warrior and knows exactly how to put up a good fight. He sometimes communicates only with movements and gestures, due to selective mutism. He can usually speak freely if he wants to, but at other times he just finds himself unable. Along with being a very silent dog, Daivik is also calm and reserved. It's hard to make him nervous or fearful as he usually takes no notice of other dog's tones. It isn't always a good thing, though. Sometimes, at the command of a higher-up, he risks his own life diving headfirst into dangerous situations, all to complete a task. He is hard-working and dedicated and clearly puts his work above his own life. Daivik's bleak personality and lack of "feeling" can sometimes seem weird or scary.

Appearance: Daivik is a lanky dog with wavy, white fur. His face shape is usual of a borzoi, though he does have tall, pointed ears that stand straight up. His eyes are a striking shade of green close to emerald, and there is a scar beneath his left eye. There are many more less prominent scars littered across his body as well.

History: Daivik was born into the Insurgent pack to a mother who had fallen for an outsider. However, this was kept under wraps until he was 6 months old when his mother suddenly announced to the pack that she was leaving. She left him behind by himself, leaving him grief-stricken- but being the quiet dog he is, nobody else ever knew. He was often scrutinized by other pack members for having a traitor and a rogue for parents, but he never paid them any attention. He instead strived to be one of the best warriors in the pack to shake off his muddled past and cut off all links to his mother. And he succeeded. He is now a quick-witted fighter that can seemingly predict movements and maneuver his own in the blink of an eye. To this day he is known as a powerful warrior, but some still see him as the son of a traitor. He was never truly able to change the fact that he looked just like his besotted mother.

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'Embrace the darkness, for it is the only thing that will truly accept you"


Name:
Once named Cadaver, now Being

Gender:
Male

Breed(s):
50% Wolf, 40% Husky, 10% Border Collie

Age:
8 yrs

Pack:
N/A

Rank:
Loner

Sexuality:
Ace

Relationships:
Open! (Allies, Enemies, etc. Ask on OOC)

Mate:
N/A

Family:
N/A

Personality:
Often called evil, Being is a malicious dog who takes all opportunities presented. He is described as heartless, not hesitating for a moment. A monster hides below his pleasant voice and outer personality. He usually plays with his prey while deciding whether or not to kill it.

History: TW- Cannibalism, Abuse
He was the same as he is now from the moment he was born, violent and hungry for dominance. His parents were never kind to him and his siblings, pitting them against each other. Eventually a fight broke out and he killed both of his brothers. His parents, who were just as cruel as he is, trapped him in a cave with their bodies. After three days they opened it up and found that he had eaten some of one of their carcasses. He was truly broken after that, and his parents soon abandoned him. He survived on small meals, but grew huge enough to eventually take down other dogs. His mind was in pieces, he could swing from docile to hostile in seconds.

Other:
Refuses to eat squirrels, also loves them more than anything.
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"The rain, it washes away all the pain"

Name:Synopy

Gender: Female

Breed(s): 70% Finnish Spitz, 30% Labrador Retriever

Age: 4 y/o

Pack: Abolition

Rank: Co-leader

Sexuality: Aro/ace
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Relationships: Open!



Mate: N/A 

Family: 

Leview - Sibling - Detest

Synopy intensely detests her sibling for what had gone on in her past life. She hasn't seen them in a couple years.

Personality: 

Synopy is known for her reassuring and likeable personality yet still assertive enough to be called a leader. She's usually hard-headed with her ideas and thoughts and will try to prove people wrong if they oppose her idea as much as she can. With that, she is very vocal about what she is thinking in her head. Her ideas and plans are usually those of optimistic, hopeful outcomes and it usually completely blurs out the negativity it could cause or could happen during the plan. To some, it's quite bad for the pack but Likaen and Deanira often add a few extra words to her thoughts.

Synopy, along with being very vocal, she also quite social. Being able to get along with...almost everyone, who doesn't oppose her. Which makes her quite likeable as a leader, for the most part. When she talks, she's straight to the point, no extra sugar in her words. Some may not like the way that she talks, although to her it's a key factor in being able to communicate clearly and not lose the main topic in detailed sentences which blur out the point of it all.

In work, she is highly energetic and is able to work for hours on end before getting tired and needing a break. She is also observative in what she is doing and her surroundings as it was taught to her when she was younger that a key thing in leaders is that they will need to know their surroundings and what's there and when. Being able to catch things in the corner of her eye or at least being able to hint at a faint scent is extremely useful in dire need. Along with being able to work with others and be social, she is a team player in her works and it allows her to efficiently lead alongside with Deanira and Likaen.

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"Cause' it feels...like the sound of your voice."

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Name: Deanira
Gender: Female
Breed(s): Hovawart (50%) German Shepherd (20%) Leonberger (30%)
Age: 3 Years
Pack: Abolition
Rank: Co-Leader
Sexuality: Hetero

Relationships:

Mate: N/A (DM if interested, must be developed through RP)
Family:
Kyran | Father | Adores, Admires, Strong Familial Bond
Deanira looks up to and is incredibly fond of her father, which has been the same ever since she was a puppy. She now acknowledges the fact that he could have been a better mate, but oddly enough, she struggles to resent him for it at all. She's a daddy's girl, through and through, despite his many flaws.

Elliora | Mother | Adores, Familial Bond
While Deanira does seem more fond of her father than she does her mother, that doesn't mean she doesn't like her. Deanira is very much fond of her and her sweet and gentle nature, and thinks about her often. Deanira is aware that Elliora feels a bit negatively about how favouring Deanira is towards Kyran, but it only harms their relationship a little.

She has siblings! Pm if you wanna adopt them.

Personality:
Deanira is a focused, noble, and driven character. She's known for being unafraid of taking charge and authority in most situations, which makes leading Abolition not too hard of a task to her, especially with the help of Likaen and Synopy. Deanira is fiercely loyal and protective with those she loves and her followers, and will never hesitate to do whatever necessary to protect them. Once you've made yourself a dedicated member of Abolition, she considers you her family, and treats you as such; even if you have your flaws. She often displays a pleasant and friendly demeanor, that is if she's around someone she has no quarrels with. Deanira is quite an empathetic dame, lending second chances to those who have wronged her, but after that last chance, she's practically done with you. And once this happens, it's almost impossible to gain her trust and respect back, unless proven.
Deanira is not afraid to express her thoughts and how she feels, being awfully blunt when doing so, regardless of whose she's talking to. She's unforgiving and cold to any that pose a threat to her pack and loved ones. She naturally expects respect from those around her, especially her subordinates, and doesn't behave too kindly to those who display the opposite. In both of these cases however, Deanira almost never resorts to violence unless she's pushed to it, much rather preferring to keep the peace around her.

Appearance:
Deanira's appearance, for the most part, aligns well with the hovawart that makes up most of her lineage. Thanks to the leonberger that is also in her blood, she sports a much more brawny and well muscled frame, her build resembling more like her fathers than her mothers. Despite her heaviness, she is surprisingly agile, well, for her size that is. From a distance, Deanira appears to be a brute, so much so that Deanira has gotten used to being mistaken as one every now and then. Her coat is long, sleek and water resistant, onyx and tan in colour, hanging off of her massive frame in waves. It protects her quite well from the harsh, biting cold from the winter and traps enough cool air to keep her going during the hotter months. If she hadn't had such an amiable, approachable demeanor, she could pose to be an intimidating dame to run into because of her stature. She has a deep, yet feminine voice that rolls from her maw smoothly, often frightening to others when its used in a more hostile manner.
Her head is big and blocky, her muzzle coming to a blunt stop. Her eyes are round and intelligent, with a dark, chestnut hue. Her ears are floppy, hanging loosely from the top of her head. She almost always displays a very prideful posture around others. Her body is relatively scarless, but if she ever gains some, they'd be concealed by her long, wavy fur.

History:
Deanira's upbringing wasn't anything too remarkable. She was born to a rare, gorgeous purebred hovawart doe, a sickeningly sweet canine that Deanira never failed to adore. Her father was a more rough around the edges, massive leonberger and german shepherd mix that Deanira also found herself adoring Kyran. Her parent's relationship was rough, Deanira noticed quite early on in life. They bickered often usually her father starting it or being the aggressor, and Deanira never knew what said arguments were about. And honestly, said arguments could be a become a bit scary at certain points, with her mother baring fangs that almost never revealed themselves, and the thunderous barks and snarls that would tear out from her fathers massive, hulking figure. It was quite apparent that Kyran was not the best to his mate and mother of his children, which Deanira understood well at her young age, but failed to understand the weight of it. He was a good father though, a wonderful one, in Deanira's opinion, even if he did scare her, which he never meant to do at all.
Her mother, albeit a little hurt and sad that her mate was so cold to her, taught her daughter all about compassion and the more sweet, little things in life, while her father taught her to be just as strong and tough as him, taking her around Chernobyls lands, which her mother detested greatly.
Even though it's quite common for a pup to favour their mother, especially with the type of father Deanira had, it soon became apparent that she favoured her father more than her mother, much to Elliora's dismay. It felt natural, she already favoured some of his traits himself, like his size and certain personality traits like his habit of taking charge of things, plus he was fun! He took Deanira on adventures and taught her how to be big and strong like him, he was never mean to her like he sometimes was to Elliora, so she had no qualms with it! Elliora on the other hand was painfully protective of her daughter, as she should've been in such a harsh environment that was Chernobyl, but especially around Kyran, which Deanira never understood why.

She'd only grow closer to her father as time went on. By the time she was an adolescent, she had spent most of her time with Kyran, oblivious to how this hurt Elliora. She didn't just grow up with her father and mother however, she usually accompanied Synopy and Likaen wenever she could, despite both of which being quite a bit older than her.
She considers both Synopy and Likaen to be close friend's of hers, and was beyond elated when Likaen proposed she co-lead Abolition with he and Synopy, jumping to the offer with little to no hesitation.

Other:
She refers to females as Does and males as Bucks, don't ask why; she just does.

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Name: curly
Gender: female
Breed(s): 45% shiba inu, 35% border collie, and 20% finnish spitz
Age:2 years
Pack: insurgent
Rank: warrior
Sexuality: bisexual
Relationships: open!
Mate: n/a
Family: she was raised without a father, but that didnt phase her much. she always loved her mom dearly
Personality: uber friendly! she's always smiling and making her best efforts to help others. she is very trusting and quick to forgive. this does not mean she can't be angry or sad- curly will not hesitate to throw herself into battle to save one of her own.
Appearance:
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History: as a pup, her father left. this didnt impact curly and her mom much, and they stayed close as pie until the day she passed. curly likes to beleive her mother is watching her and guiding her.
Other: omg epic roleplay idea!
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"I was brought up as a southern belle, I, grew into the queen of hell."

Name: Medusa
Gender: Female
Breed: Rottweiler/Tosa mix
Age: 4 years 1 month
Pack: None
Rank: Loner
Sexuality: Homoromantic/Homosexual

Relationships: N/A [open to any]
Family:
Kardama - Sister
Kardama is one of the few dogs that Medusa truly feels a connection with. It may not be a very strong sibling bond, but she does trust her sister and would fight by her side no matter what.
[biological/adopted family open]

Personality: Medusa has a sweet demeanor that makes her popular among friends. She rarely gets angry and sugar-coats everything, making her out to be a very motherly dog. Her tone is often laced with kindness and she tends to be very eager to help out, which makes dogs inclined to like her. However, she usually leans away from social interactions, instead keeping to herself, daydreaming and thinking to herself. Unfortunately, this sweet act can become sickly and is nothing more than a mask. Beneath it all, she is lost to overwhelming emotions- anger and grief. When somebody makes her snap, she changes completely; from a kind, helpful dog, to a maniacal, malevolent canine. Those who thought they had a strong connection with her can suddenly become her worst enemy. Despite the psychotic behavior, she is still as intelligent and calculating as ever- a scary combination. However, Medusa's smile never fades. It seems plastered to her face, possibly hiding even more of herself.

Appearance: A sleek, black and brown Rottweiler with medium-length fur and a tail that curls over her rump. She has long lashes adorning rich brown eyes that seem to glint red in warm light.

History: Medusa was born to a widowed dame on the outskirts of the city and was raised to be a 'lady'. Her mother believed in proper etiquette and lady-like manners, albeit raising her children in an alleyway behind a dumpster. Despite being a very respectful and classy individual, her mother was not the kindest to her children. This led Medusa to feel trapped and wound up; like a ticking time bomb. Eventually, as the months went on, her mother sent her and her siblings out on their own to create lives for themselves. The first thing the young mixed dog could think to do was to go out and find herself a respectable mate. She'd always been a bit of a romantic, you see. However, the mate she'd found turned out not to be much to her liking. And so, he died mysteriously not long after she made that realization. When she set off to find a new mate the same series of events occurred, over and over again. She eventually decided that finding a husband was no longer worth it, instead setting her sights on finding a dame. Medusa has been living in the territories of her past mates ever since, occassionally stumbling across siblings and waiting for her chance.

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"Why be terrorized by death? It's not different from birth, it just happens."

Name: Kardama.
Gender: Female.
Age: 4 years, 1 month.
Breed: 50% Rottweiler, 50% Tosa Inu.
Pack: None.
Rank: None.
Sexuality: Homoromantic, Asexual.
Voice: Florence Kasumba.

Relationships:
Family:

Medusa - Sister - Protective, Biological bond.
Medusa is Kardama's precious sister. Though not always seeing eye to eye, she is fiercely protective of the lass and would dare anyone to lay a paw on her. She's aware of the dog's "sweet façade" and has seen her snap on many canines in the past. This seems to hold face value to her, however. Everyone has their flaws, and Kardama is no exception.

Personality:
Stoic and quite baleful, the sight and words of Kardama often bestow an ominous and uncomfortable feeling upon those who stumble across her path. She tends to keep to herself and is more than capable of holding her own, somehow lacking the need or want of companionship of any kind. Her words are monotone, at best, and she can be cold or blunt in the way she speaks, not one who is particularly fond of pussyfooting around a subject. She's quite slow to judge a situation or the character of another canine, and although her characteristics are quite menacing she has no intention of intimidating those who meet her, nor does she value her own life above theirs.

She can be kind at times, though still quite detached unless you are someone dear to her. She won't hesitate to defend herself, and countless dogs have fallen to her teeth in the past. When it comes to killing or even seeing loved ones die, Kardama has an odd and almost heartless outlook. She has seen death many times and has seemingly lost the feelings of mourning or fear of the end. She does little to reach out to other dogs and is quite comfortable living in the midst of the wooded area where the more dangerous predators lurk. However, she is getting on in age and perhaps the thought of settling down and joining a pack lingers in her mind from time to time.

Appearance:
Rather large and sleek, she carries the appearance of the Rottweiler and touch of Tosa Inu that resides deep within her lineage. Her coat is smooth and glossy, besides her semi-curled tail which sports longer fur that is just as rough as her main coat. Though she outweighs most other females, her appearance and features are quite lean and her body is muscular. Her coat and skin are black, broken only by the tan points on her chest, face and paws. She sports dark, cherry wood, irises.

Kardama's face is quite scarred and ears are shredded to half their size, sometimes making it hard to read her expression correctly. Her movements are very slow and calculated, often times coming off as threatening, though the truth is she has a hard time bending due to the stiff muscles in her back and limbs caused by her size, coupled with injuries she has sustained over the years.

Other:
She is a well known loner in Chernobyl. Some dogs have even started rumors that she's a demon, not a dog.

Theme:
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"No ones gonna worry,
Notice when I'm gone.
No they won't know I'm missin',
'Till they pull me out the mystic."

Adam Jensen - That Man He's a Monster.
"That man, he's a monster.
Made a deal with the demons,
He's a cold-hearted heathen."

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“So where are we going? It better not be anyplace dumb."

Name: Vanadis
Gender: Female
Breed(s): Gray Wolf(50%), Tamaskan Dog(25%), Alaskan Malumute(25%)
Age: 4.5 Months
Pack: None
Rank: None
Sexuality: Doesn't even know what that means yet

Relationships:
None At the Moment, pm or contact me in ooc if you want to be friends with her or other!

Mate: N o
Family:
Roland | Father Figure Thingy | Likes, Admires
When they first met she was quite terrified of him honestly, having heard frightening stories about him from her parents and more often older sister. He could be quite grumpy and serious, and although she met him very recently, she's very fond of him and finds herself admiring him at times. He may be an old man, but he's a cool old man, to Vanadis's standards.

Njord | Father, Whereabouts Unknown | Misses, Respects, Looks up to
Nothing really special here, Vanadis looked up to her father and was very fond of him. He was always a laidback brute, which Vanadis also was fond of. He often taught her how to hunt, and how to defend herself. She hopes he comes back to her soon.

Eileithyia | Mother, Whereabouts Unknown | Misses, Adores
Vanadis is fond of her mother as well, despite the mixed dame being just a bit more impatient and prissy than her father was. Though, she rarely ever participated in hunting or anything productive, opting to stay at home with her children and teach them how to be proper and lady-like, though this was mostly reserved to her daughters. She only listened to some of these lessons, however.

Heimdalli | Older Half-Sibling, Whereabouts Unknown | Strong Familial Bond, Looks Up To, Misses
Despite Heimdalli and Vanadis not sharing the same birthmother, the bond she has with the older dame is still strong. Heimdalli often took her on walks around their home whenever Vanadis was feeling particularly restless. She also took her out to stargaze, which started Vanadis's love for it. Like she does about her parents, Vanadis hopes she returns to her, and that she's okay.

Artemis | Sister | Strong Familial Bond, Slightly Misses
Vanadis and Artemis were practically joined at the hip with how often they were seen together. Vanadis is incredibly fond with her full-blooded sister, who has a striking resemblance to her. She now begins to hope that she'd see her soon, however, after realizing she was most likely lost after striking out alone in the many streets of Chernobyl.

Personality:
Though Vanadis has yet to develop her full personality, she is a already a relatively friendly and thoughtful welp with a thoughtful, brazen nature. She's awfully curious to a fault, enamoured to the thought of the unknown, her thirst for knowledge almost never seems to be quenched. This bleeds into the fact that Vanadis is very fond of exploring her surroundings rather than staying in one spot, which she strongly detests, as restless as she is. She often enjoys teasing others and engaging in banter if she isn't off doing her own thing, though it's not uncommon for her to offend others because of this. It's not like she doesn't care or has any ill intent— she just fails to understand how much her words could truly affect a person. Tense situations make her feel terribly uncomfortable, and she often resorts to lightening the mood with a few humorous comments, even if they aren't appropriate in the moment.
Vanadis is, however, very cautious around others she does not know. She can be rather distrusting, a trait that has been drilled into her head from her parents and older sister because of their loner lifestyle. She's not stupid or naive, and knows whenever she's close to dipping her paws in trouble, and whenever she realizes this, she turns tail and abandons the situation. This wary, untrusting demeanor takes some time to really ebb away whenever she meets someone new, but she eventually comes around. Vanadis is incredibly devoted to her family, a slight nod to her wolf ancestry, and if she becomes fond of you, she might consider you her family as well, even if you're completely unrelated to her. At this age, she's noticeably frightened by dogs bigger than her, moreso brutes.
She is incredibly devoted to her family, a gentle nod to the wolf that takes up half of her lineage, and if she just so happens to be fond of you, she'd consider you her family as well, even if you're totally unrelated to her. Lastly, Vanadis is very much enamoured with the night sky, partaking in stargazing often, and seems unusually fond of crows. [Will expand as she gets older]

Appearance:
Vanadis sports a very wolf-like appearance, so at a first glance it isn't hard to pick up on the fact she may have some wolf in her, and a lot of it. Her frame is held up on long, spindly legs, ending in huge paws that seem just a bit too big for her, almost awkwardly so as she has yet to properly grow into them. The same can be said for her head, which also seems just a little too big, but not by much. She's not that big now, but those two traits easily allude to the fact that she'd grow up to be a sizable dame. Her muzzle is long and narrow, ending in a somewhat pointy stop. Her eyes are rounded and expressive, being a vibrant honey in hue.
Vanadis has a slender frame, but her dense, plumy coat, fluffier now because of the recent winter months, makes her appear more rounded. Her fur is alabaster in hue, with some cream mixed in here and there, with flecks of silver an onyx along her shoulders, back, and tail tip. The hairs on her muzzle are noticaably darker than the ones along her body, an almost black, dark gray in hue. This fades into a lighter gray once shes matured into an adult. Oddly enough, Vanadis doesn't bark too often, mostly when she's taken by surprise. Whenever she does, it's mostly mixed in with a growl.

History:
Vanadis and her sibling Artemis were born to a wolf father and a tamaskan malamute mix for a mother. One of her fathers' older children, around 1-2 years of age, was not of Vanadis's mother and instead another wolf dame, accompanied them as well, having their own little pack of sorts out in the streets of Chernobyl. She and her siblings grew up quite alright, their father and older sister diligent in their roles of teaching them how to survive and take care of themselves in Chernobyls harsh environment. Growing up, Vanadis had a very strong bond with each member of her family, and particularly enjoyed spending time out with her older sister, Heimdalli, despite the fact they didn't share the same mother.
Their den was made up of an abandoned car that their parents and older sister were lucky enough to stumble upon with an open door before the cold really settled in Chernobyl. By the age of 4.5 months however, a blizzard crashed into Chernobyl's lands, covering everything in a thick blanket of snow. It seemed to never end, but on one day in particular the flurry of snow seemed to retreat just enough for Vanadis's peers to take a chance to catch something before the pups got too hungry. This was an unwise decision, however, as not so long after they had left, the blizzard picked up again. They never returned home, their whereabouts unknown, and the blizzard lasted another day or two before it'd settle. Vanadis, wanting to wait for their return, stayed for another day or two after, but after growing increasingly impatient and worried for them, she struck out of the safety of their car in search of her family. [Will update as time progresses]
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'I would maul anyone who touches you.'
Name:Artemis
Gender: Female
Breed(s): Grey Wolf(50%), Tamaskan Dog(25%), Alaskan Malamute(25%)
Age: 4.5 mths
Pack: None
Rank: None
Sexuality: 'What's a sexuality?'
Voice: Karen Fukuhara
Relationships:

Vanadis, Beloved sister

Mate: 'Mates? Why would I want one of those?'
Family:
Njord | Father, Whereabouts Unknown | Misses, Loved, Adores
Artemis always looked up to her father, who taught them essential skills and was a kind and solid presence in her life.

Eileithyia | Mother, Whereabouts Unknown | Misses, Neutral, Loved
Arty always disliked how her mother's way of trying to make her lady-like and submissive, she enjoyed hunting and fighting practice with her dad more. She still loved her mother, though, and misses her desperately.

Heimdalli | Older Half-Sibling, Whereabouts Unknown | Strong Familial Bond, Loves, Adores, Misses
Artemis loved her half-sib just as much as everyone else. She often sparred and play-fought with her sister, who liked to let her win.

Vanadis | Sister | Whereabouts Unknown | Adores, Loves, Very Strong Familial Bond, Misses
Artemis's favourite family member was probably her sister. Born in the same litter, she was almost never apart. Arty never felt whole without her sister.

Personality: Arty is a friendly, but wary pup, who feels extremely protective of friends or family. She is brave, often butting head-first into danger. She may act sweet to dogs she doesn't know, but is really calculating her next move while making herself look harmless. She is very clever, and has a sense on who is a good or a bad dog/wolf. When she has figured out what the dog wants, she will usually attempt to blackmail them. She has stolen things off of squirrels that way.
Appearance: Artemis very much looks like a wolf, and has a striking resemblance to her sister, with a bit more honey gold colour in her fur. She has faint blackish markings on her snout, legs and left flank. When she is an adult she has a lanky, majestic build, with gentle blueish hazel eyes.
History: Artemis and her sibling Vanadis were born to a wolf father and a tamaskan malamute mix for a mother. One of her fathers' older children, around 1-2 years of age, was not of Artemis's mother and instead another wolf dame, accompanied them as well, having their own little pack of sorts out in the streets of Chernobyl. She and her siblings grew up quite alright, their father and older sister diligent in their roles of teaching them how to survive and take care of themselves in Chernobyls harsh environment. Growing up, Artemis had a very strong bond with each member of her family, and particularly enjoyed spending time out with her younger sister and her older sister, Heimdalli, despite the fact they didn't share the same mother.
Their den was made up of an abandoned car that their parents and older sister were lucky enough to stumble upon with an open door before the cold really settled in Chernobyl. By the age of 4.5 months however, a blizzard crashed into Chernobyl's lands, covering everything in a thick blanket of snow. It seemed to never end, but on one day in particular the flurry of snow seemed to retreat just enough for Artemis's peers to take a chance to catch something before the pups got too hungry. This was an unwise decision, however, as not so long after they had left, the blizzard picked up again. They never returned home, their whereabouts unknown, and the blizzard lasted another day or two before it'd settle. Vanadis, wanting to wait for their return, stayed for another day or two after, but after growing increasingly impatient and worried for them, she struck out of the safety of their car in search of her family. Artemis stayed behind, but after hours, she became terribly worried and wandered into the snow, calling for her family. [Will update as time goes on]

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Themes- Crab Rave, Die Young, Whole- Rob Gasser Remix


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Name: lion
Gender: male
Breeds: tibetan mastiff ( 70%) samoyed ( 20%) german shepherd (10%)
Age: 5 years
Pack: Abolition
Rank: warrior
Sexuality: unsure
Relationships: open!
Mate: n/a
Family: working on it
Personality: fatherly and kind on the outside! but his plans on the inside are a bit more violent and aggresive. he constantly insults his own very puffy fur- he sheds alot in spring and summer as well as tear out his own fur. this results in it being very uneven.
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History: grown to be a brutal warrior, he hides this.
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Name: Cassiopeia
Gender: Biofemale/Fluid (she/her/they/them)
Breed: Mixed breed (Bohemian Shepherd/Utonagan/Czech Wolfdog/Coyote)
Age: About 2 months
Pack: N/A (🢡 Insurgent)
Rank: Loner (🢡 Pup)
Sexuality: Undecided

Relationships: N/A (friends open for development)
Family:

Personality: Cassiopeia is an overall energetic and sharp pup with a surprisingly realist state of mind. She likes to spend most of her time running around and pestering individuals with questions and comments about their lifestyles. Their creative, snarky remarks know no bounds, which leads to her frequently getting into scuffles with other dogs. Despite being a rather satirical little thing, she does like to play games or cuddle up, usually with those they are close to. She is hardheaded and determined to get want she wants, when she wants it. There's no telling what lengths they will go to just for a bite of your meal. Speaking of, this pup loves food with every fiber of their being. She often complains about being hungry, even after a big meal- as if their stomach is some sort of black hole. Food is an easy way to tempt them into doing things they wouldn't normally do, such as play nice or shut her mouth. At the end of the day, Cassiopeia is a hungry, snarky pup who would rather get bit than admit that she does in fact like you.

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History: Cassiopeia's memories of her biological family only reach as far back as the aftermath of her mother's death, when she was five weeks old and freshly weaned. She was an only child, as far as she knew, and was raised by her coyote father for a mere three weeks before he abandoned her in the streets of Chernobyl. She had been wandering around the city for about half a week, narrowly avoiding many near-death experiences. She is physically weak and, as of now, may not last too much longer. (will be updated)

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"The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them."
Name: Koroneis
Gender: Female
Breed(s): Coyote 50% 25% German Shepard 25% Unknown
Age: 3 yrs
Pack: Insurgent
Rank: Warrior
Sexuality: Aroace
Voice: Lauren Ash
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Relationships:

Open! (Contact in OOC)

Mate: None
Family:
Solas| Father| Whereabouts Unknown| Hatred, Fear
Koroneis despises and fears her father because of how he treated her. She hopes to never see him again, and if she does she wonders if she would run from his hypnotic words, or tear his throat out for the scars he gave her.
Personality: Koroneis is a scared, timid soul. She gets frightened by many things, and requires time to get used to other dogs' presences. She may stand her ground when approached, but will more often act submissive and
Appearance: Koroneis is a thin, wiry dog, who resembles her coyote parts more than her dog ones. Her coat is of dappled auburn, white and black patterns that make for excellent camouflage. She has a narrow, pretty face and the saddest eyes of any dog, some have said. Her face is covered with scars, as well has her flanks, legs and chest, including a particularly nasty one above her heart. She is always accompanied by a large raven, who she refers to as Tok. The raven is her best friend and the reason she wakes up in the mornings.
History: TW- Abuse, Trauma.
Born to a coyote mother and a mixed dog father, Koroneis was always hated by her father, who abused her and scarred her for being 'useless' and a waste of his food and time. Her mother left as soon as she could, having also received the same treatment from Koroneis's father. However, she left her daughter there, believing that the pup would slow her down when she escaped her mate. Her child was then abused, Koroneis's father forcing lies upon the pup; "Your mother only left because of you." "You are worthless, no one will ever love you, or care if you live." Finally one day Solas left his now almost adult offspring to die, slashing scars across her body and her mind. Koroneis was rescued by an unlikely creature. A raven lead her to a safe place to stay. It brought her food, showed her water, and helped her until she healed enough to hunt on her own. Even then, Tok lead her to herds of elk, rabbit warrens, and other food sources. Eventually Koroneis could even communicate with him. To this day they remain friends.

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Theme- Loser by Neoni, More by Halsey
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