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RYKER
MALE
4 YEARS OLD
GERMAN SHEPHERD
FORMER: Police Dog, Advanced Unit
CURRENT: Loner, No Rank
CRUSH: Ikkuma

A slightly larger than average shepherd with a typical coat of burnished black and dark beige, though the black colouration is more prominent. He has a long-bodied, athletic build with lean limbs and large paws, a sloped back, and extended hocks, which is typical in his breed. He has very large, sharply-pointed ears and a quite interesting set of mahogany coloured eyes. His left ear has chewed-up scarring, and one of his back limbs is scarred and effects his movement.

Ryker is a dog who's behaviour can be seen as a bit odd to an ordinary stray. He's quite formal and professional, his peculiar mannerisms of bowing and sitting up with his head raised a result of strict training from his previous line of work of being a police dog. Generally he's polite, and quite an intelligent canine, but acts out rashly in situations it's probably wiser to sit back and observe in. Terribly suspicious of strangers and not immediately friendly, he's taken on a rather foul-tempered and intimidating disposition, acting out aggressively when he feels threatened or unsure of a situation. Ryker appears to suffer from the tail-end of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, something which makes him sensitive to his surroundings and particular violent encounters.

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NORTH
MALE
4 YEARS OLD
BEAUCERON
FORMER: Champion Fighting Dog ---> Lead Fighter of Wild Fangs
CURRENT: Beta of Wild Fangs
CRUSH: Alaska

A muscular, powerfully built brute with a solid structure and long, lean limbs. He has a thick neck and a broad chest, with cropped ears but a full-length tail. His paws are large and paired with thick, blunt black claws. His coat is a pure black, with only hints of tan around his feet, tip of his muzzle and eyebrows. His eyes are orbs of golden brown, normally filled with malice or contempt. He is extremely scarred, most noticeably where an opponent in the fighting ring tore off the skin along the top of his muzzle, giving him a ghoulish appearance.

Appearance

I'm Made of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Of? by A Day to Remember

Other: Horton Hears a Who
RP Sample:
Radjka felt a growl thundering in his throat, rattling out of his jaws. Staring down into his little sister's eyes, he didn't think he could say the words. But he found himself speaking them anyway.
"Lianna, I do not care," he muttered darkly. "I don't care about my parents, I don't care about the others, and I barely care about you. You all are just a big waste of space, and I'm better off without all of you around me."
"But... Radji, please-"
"No, Lianna!" Radjka snarled, his commanding voice making Lianna cower. He felt a twinge in his heart, but he pushed it away. No need for feelings. They got in the way. The only thing he needed to worry about was food, shelter, and keeping others away. Nothing else was important.
Nothing.
"But I love you, Radji," Lianna whimpered, her soft, heartbroken eyes twinkling up at him. "I don't want you to leave. You aren't even an adult yet! You could get hurt, out there by yourself..."
"I get hurt here," Radjka retorted, shaking his head. "You aren't as bad as the others - both you and I know that. But it doesn't matter. I'm leaving, and that's final. I'm not afraid of what the world holds for me, Lianna. Whatever it may be..." He looked away, no longer able to look her in the eyes. "It will be better than my life here."
Lianna bowed her head in defeat. "I... I don't understand, but... I'll try to." She shoved her nose into Radjka's ruff, smelling her brother's scent for what could be the last time. "I'm sorry for everything, and... I hope you find a better life. You deserve it."
Radjja felt another twinge, and this time he let it stay. The image of his little sister would never leave his thoughts, and he was at peace with that. Radjka didn't want to forget her anyway. He nuzzled Lianna before turning. He began to sprint away, into the wild unknown. He didn't know what it held for him, but he wouldn't let it awe him.
He would stay strong throughout it all. He could find a pack that was kind and generous, he might not. It didn't matter too much to him.
He heard Lianna give a farewell howl behind him, her voice still squeaky and high-pitched from puphood, but he didn't look back once.
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Name: Lianna
Age: 2
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Breed: German Shepherd
Pack: None
Rank: None
Personality: Lianna is very shy, but when she finally opens up to someone, she can be very kind. She isn't aware of just how much damage Radjka's leaving did to her; it is actually the reason she's so shy and antisocial. Also, it has kind of made her a bit... unstable. It mostly shows itself in random, disturbing daytime images that temporarily knock her out of real life, and nightmares. She has trust issues, because she has a hidden feeling under the surface: Lianna was worried that one day, she would come to love someone else and they would simply leave her as well, breaking her heart.
Lianna is very much unlike Radjka - she doesn't thrive on the thought of leading others. She would rather follow than lead - not that she can't take initiative if things get rough. She has street smarts; she knows when to avoid stronger dogs, and that sometimes it would be better to hide than to interact. She's great when it comes to fighting, but she can't hunt at all.
History: Lianna was treated well enough by her parents and siblings. She was kind to all of them, and especially to her oldest brother, Radjka. She was heartbroken when he left, and it messed up her mind a bit ever since then. It isn't too surprising it messed with her mind, considering her best friend, brother, and idol just left suddenly one day. As a kid, she was never able to cope with it properly - and her family didn't help since they didn't care for Radjka's leaving.
But it also made her feel like maybe she too could find a better life. She longed to find a good group of dogs and settle down to have a family. And so she waited until adulthood to leave her family's side, learning how to take care of herself before announcing she was leaving. She was hoping to meet up with Radjka, but part of her knows that that may not happen. She believes him to be dead, and she tries to be at peace with that.
Crush: She's too shy; she'd never admit to anything.
Mate: None.
Theme Song:

Slipped Away by Avril Lavigne

(How dare you, Radjka!)
Other: Radjka's sister
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Name: Ryu (the Rage Puppy)
Age: 2 years
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Breed: Siberian Husky
Pack: None
Rank: None
Personality: Powerful, intelligent, and narcissistic are three things that should come to mind when one thinks of Ryu. He rarely shows respect for others, and he is quite passive aggressive. He will poke at other dogs' nerves until they snap, then casually ask, "Why are you so upset?" He is sneaky and manipulative, and he thinks himself higher than other dogs. He wishes to one day be the leader of a pack, whether it be through honesty or clever tactics. He loves twisting others' emotions - it is one of his goals in life to irritate and/or sadden other dogs.
History: Ryu had an owner when he was a puppy, but he never liked the man. He hated having to follow his owner's rules, to sit when commanded. He knew from day one he was not a simple house pet - he had the instincts of his ancestors. Ryu did not plan on being cooped up forever, and so an idea hatched in his mind. One day, he acted without warning. The second his owner walked in from work, Ryu leapt up and clamped his jaws around his throat. Needless to say, the man didn't survive the attack. With the door still creaked open, he slipped out of the home and raced away. He only stopped when he found the reserve, and he planned to stay there for the rest of his life.
Crush: He'd rather rip your ears off than tell you this.
Mate: None
Theme Song:

I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy

Appearance

Radjka

Lianna

Ryu

Togepi

Sven

Name:
Aksel

Age:
4 years

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Questioning. He's never really had time to think about it.

Appearance:
Image & Source

Breed:
Norwegian Elkhound

Pack:
Not yet.

Rank:
Not yet.

Personality:
Aksel is an intelligent, incredibly work-oriented individual. He quickly becomes anxious and feels useless without something meaningful to keep him occupied. He will become agitated, often to the point of snapping at others and causing destruction. He can get a melancholy air to him when like this until he eventually gets over it.

He is very energetic and must investigate everything. Aksel is also focused and good at listening to commands. His owner, Sable, trained him to hunt. While not a leader, his breed is naturally independent. His intense drive to get the job done means he can care for himself just fine if needed. This intensity can initially seem off-putting, but underneath one will find Aksel is quite easy to get along with as long as he regularly as something to do, even if it’s just carrying out a conversation or going on an easy hike.

History:
Before the accident, Aksel accompanied his owner on hunts, mostly chasing smaller creatures, despite his breed’s history of tracking down larger game in groups. Sable purchased Aksel specifically for his breed being known as good hunting dogs. While both human and dog by no means lived strictly to hunt, it was a hobby important to the two of them that they could share. When during the winter a terrible car accident killed his owner, Aksel was devastated, having been fiercely protective of his owner. Sable had little family left in the world, so Aksel was mostly forgotten about. He is now a loner, tracking down his own prey and hoping to find some company.

Crush:
None yet!

Mate:
None yet!

Theme Song:
The Plains / Bitter Dancer - Fleet Foxes

Other:
What did the duck say when he bought lipstick?
Put it on my bill!

RP Sample:
The myriad of smells got stronger as Nasha determinedly shuffled forward through the snow, still following the curving river. As much as he hated to admit it, he was yearning for some sort of company. He had been wandering on his own for far too long – not to mention survival was getting more and more difficult. Prey was scarce, he could hardly imagine how a large pack of dogs was managing to survive as well.

The news of Striker Sharpfang’s pack was spreading far and wide. Nasha had avoided seeking them out as long as he could. Rumors were many, and despite his general distrust of leadership, Nasha’s curiosity was starting to get the better of him. That and, well, his need to survive. Strength is often found in numbers, and it’s not easy out here alone.

Nasha swore under his breath. The cold was beginning to make him feel like he had popsicles for paws. Against his chest, a tattered knapsack bumped in time with his strides. In it were clothes insufficient to keep his human form warm. For this reason, he preferred to stick to his wolfdog form whenever possible. At least he could naturally keep himself warm this way – being a Malamute wolf hybrid really had a few perks when dealing with this damn eternal winter problem.

He knew he had to be close – if this alpha guy was smart at all, he would have set up camp somewhere along this winding body of water. Up ahead, Nasha heard noises. He flicked his ears and scented the air. The smell of dog and human activity alike overwhelmed him. As he walked, he began to see more signs of life, including a dug-out trial that led to an area that looked more like a camp. Nasha smirked to himself – now this is what he had been looking for.

Clicking on the images will take you to their source.

"I close my eyes tonight to symphonies of blinding light."

Name: Ikkuma. Age: 3 years old. Gender: Female. Sexuality: Bisexual - Biromantic. Appearance: A black and brown female with a white throat, chest, underbelly, legs and paws. Ikkuma stands at 20 inches and weighs about 65 pounds. Her ears are pointed and tail curled with a medium-length, thick coat. Her eyes are a blazing orange color earning her the name Ikkuma, which means fire in Inuit. She is well muscled and holds a lot of strength in that dainty frame. As well as being excellent sled dogs her breed are often also used for hunting Polar Bears and seals. Breed: Greenland Dog. Pack: None. Rank: None. Personality: Naturally mistrustful of strangers and rather aloof in demeanor. Becoming part of Ryker and Ruger's small group has slowly warmed her to the company of other canines, but she still holds a rather sharp tongue and short temper. Such traits don't help her make many friends and current circumstances have only worsened Ikkuma's cynicism. She's finding perhaps her new packmates mean more to her than she initially would have thought as she actually mourned for Piper when they she died. As much as Ikkuma wishes to rejoin the group she is determined to stay away, too shamed to face Ryker. If they hadn't come looking for her Piper would still be alive. She'll never for get that. History: A stray born to a rather selfish and manipulative mother whom she was forced to eventually cut all ties with for the sake of self-preservation. Ikkuma remained feral, never warming up to humans, though she was familiar among some of them enough to be given the name she now uses. Before meeting Ryker, Ruger and Lianna she was a solely solitary dog. Relationships: Anyu [Mother][Whereabouts Unknown] Nanook [Father][Deceased] Innugati [Litter Brother][Whereabouts Unknown] Piper [Friend][Deceased] Ryker [Friend][Page 1][LORDBLUE] Ruger [Friend][Page 1][Rabs] Lianna [Friend][Page 1][Saeginko] Crush: Ryker. Good luck getting her to admit it though. :P Mate: None. Theme Song: The Catalyst - Linkin Park x. Other: What does a Dalmatian say after eating dinner? Thanks, that really hit the spot! RP Sample: From Eight Below. Ikkuma had risen long before the others, slipping from her make-shift snow den and heading out alone into the vast white wilderness. In retrospect it probably hadn't been the best idea on her part. The dark furred female could have easily become lost. All the same, this was a habit for the Greenland Dog. Even when their musher had still been with them she'd taken any opportunity she could to wander off on her own. Being a somewhat introverted individual she often needed the time apart in order to avoid becoming frustrated with her situation. Only months ago she had lived somewhere very different from this frozen prison. The cold and snow were nothing new, but this place was like an icy wasteland compared to her former home. The reserve had been full of life, both man and beast. The only other animals they had encountered here since arriving were birds and the occasional seal. She had also been her old owner's only canine companion. It had been difficult adjusting to being around and working with so many new faces. A chilly wind ruffled her fur, seeming to sink down to her skin despite Ikkuma's thick pelt. She shuddered and forced herself to her paws, leaving the small hill she had settled down on to return to the team. Raucous cries had her ears perking and she picked up the pace, sprinting towards the noise. It wasn't long before her teammates came into view, teeth flashing as they snatched birds out of the air. Her heartbeat quickened. She'd missed a hunt! Ikkuma lunged forward, aiming for a low-flying bird, but just as her fangs snapped at it the feathery prey shot upward out of reach and she landed empty-jawed. Ears flattened against her skull and Ikkuma's curled tail drooped as shame washed over her. She had failed the team.

"No mother's heart can make me humble, no life lost can make me stumble."

Name: Reno. Age: 2 years old. Gender: Male. Sexuality: Pansexual - Panromantic. Appearance: A large, thick-furred brute standing around 30 inches and weighing nearly 100 pounds. Reno has cognac colored eyes and a mostly black pelt with white underfur/muzzle and gray-brown markings on the face as well as along the underside of the tail and around the chest/legs. His tail is bushy and curls rather subtly, a sign of his Siberian Husky heritage. His heavy, muscular build was inherited from both his purebred Alaskan Malamute mother and wolfdog father. The tip of Reno's right ear is missing and a long scar curves around his muzzle. Breed: Wolfdog Hybrid. Alaskan Malamute x Siberian Husky x Eastern Timber Wolf. Pack: None. Rank: None. Personality: Calm and collected, Reno is a thinker. He likes to explore all of his options before making a final decision and at times can be unbearably slow when it comes to forming plans. He appears rather unnervingly patient and philosophical for someone his age, rather unlike his more maniacal brother Slade. Reno considers violence barbaric and will avoid it if he can, preferring to resolve conflict through compromise. Have no doubt though, if you give him little choice in the matter this canine will not hesitate to tear you apart and leave you for dead. It will be a last resort of course, but if pushed all reluctance will be put aside in favor of his own self-defense. Thankfully, it's pretty hard to get him to that point. Reno never actually met his father, but he's aware of who Silaluk was and which pack he was in charge of. He has rather ambitious goals for himself and hopes to lead a pack of his own someday. For now, however, he is content to be a follower for someone else. Namely his brother. History: Reno and Slade were the product of a random fling and Silaluk was likely unaware the affair led to him having two sons born as Oki never sought the wolfdog leader out after their birth. Not wanting her sons to have anything to do with the Wild Fangs, she chose to hide their heritage from them until it became clear they were not simply a cross between an Alaskan Malamute and a Siberian Husky as she had led them to believe. Reno chose to forgive his mother her lies and remained on the property, eventually becoming a wheel dog beside Oki for their owner. He has taken to wandering more frequently in his free time the past few months, growing discontent with his life as a sled dog. {Rabs is this okay?} Relationships: Oki [Mother][Sled Dog] Silaluk [Father][Deceased] Slade [Litter Brother][Page 1][Rabs] Crush: None. Mate: None. Theme Song: Glory - Hollywood Undead x.

"Never start a fight you can't win."

Name: Switchblade. Age: 4 years old. Gender: Female. Sexuality: Homosexual - Homoromantic. Appearance: A powerfully built lady standing at 31 inches weighing 120 pounds. Switchblade has a solid pale tan coat with a black mask and bright golden eyes. Her ears are cropped and body is covered head to toe in scars. She wears a spiked collar around her neck that has grown too tight and has begun to embed in her throat. Breed: Turkish Kangal Dog Pack: None. Rank: None. Personality: Switchblade is a recently escaped fighting dog who is just trying to turn her life around. As her breed dictates she is a humble guardian, growing protective and fiercely loyal to anyone she comes to care for. Seeing as she has spent most of her life in dog fighting rings Switchblade does have some aggression issues and it is not hard to make her snap. Once she flies into a rage it's hard getting her to stop until the offending canine has either managed to escape her wrath or lays dead at her paws. It's a problem she's well aware of and is trying to move past for the sake of a more peaceful life. History: Kangals are typically used as watch dogs and livestock guardians, but Switchblade unfortunately ended up in the hands of one of the reserve's dog fighters instead of on a farm. Her intimidating size and ferocious nature quickly made her a champion, but Switchblade took no real pleasure in the killings and the first chance she got to escape she took. She can not see humans as anything other than evil as a result and may become violent if any try to approach her save for children, whom she still seems to hold a strange affection for. They are innocent after all. Unaware of their own cruelty and what they will become. She can not take her anger and hurt out on them when faced with such facts. Relationships: None. She no longer remembers the names of her parents or litter siblings. Crush: None. Mate: None. Theme Song: What Lies Beneath - Breaking Benjamin x.

"These thoughts run through my head over and over..."

Name: Phoenix. Age: 2 years, 6 months old. Gender: Male. Sexuality: Pansexual - Panromantic. Appearance: Phoenix is rather small for his breed, standing under 18 inches at the withers and weighing less than 50 pounds. He has an elegant, lithe body type with a narrow head, long face and a wavy, silky coat. His fur is a rich reddish brown color with distinctive black stripes and paler colored legs, paws, chest, throat and muzzle paired with sapphire blue eyes. Breed: Silken Windhound. Pack: None. Rank: None. Personality: A formally social and prestigious hound as he originally came from a rather wealthy family. Life on his own has made Phoenix somewhat anxious around strangers even if he desperately longs for company. Phoenix is a dog with a bit of an attitude and that attitude may very well get him into big trouble one of these days should he mouth off to the wrong canine. Sometimes he just can't help himself. Phoenix can be horribly short of temper and snide. Not necessarily because he considers himself better than any other dog, but more so because he isn't really quite sure how to act around them just yet. History: Phoenix and his siblings originally belonged to a distinguished breeder of Windhounds, though he never fathered any pups himself both due to his youth and not fully adhering to breed standard, being below average height/weight and somehow oddly ending up with blue eyes rather than the standard brown. His owners were still fond of him regardless and decided to keep Phoenix simply as a companion animal. After the house caught fire it what may have been a case of arson the siblings barely escaped the building with their lives and were separated from their owners, unable to find their way back to them. Eventually the three ended up on the reserve where they hoped they may find new humans to care for them, but simply went ignored. Phoenix eventually parted from his siblings after becoming involved with a Siberian Husky mix named Rusty, as neither Richard nor Philomena approved of the relationship. Unfortunately Rusty got nabbed by the reserve's dog catchers several months ago and Phoenix hasn't seen him since, assuming his mate abandoned him. Relationships: Morgana [Mother][Whereabouts Unknown] Rolando [Father][Whereabouts Unknown] Richard [Older Brother][Whereabouts Unknown] Philomena [Older Sister][Whereabouts Unknown] Rusty [Former Mate][Missing] Crush: None. Mate: None. Theme Song: Paperthin Hymn - Anberlin x.