.:Name:.
Etus
.:Age:.
1 year, 2 months
.:Gender:.
Male
.:Sexual Orientation/Romantic Orientation:.
Asexual, panromantic
.:Breed:.
Golden Retriever-Husky mix
.:Appearance:.
Etus
.:Collar/Vest:.
He has a black choker necklace with small silver spikes, only there are some gaps where the spikes fell off.
.:Personality:.
This dog is fairly interesting. He tends to only do things that he knows that he himself can benefit from, straying away from helping others when no one is looking. Etus tries his best to prove himself worthy of being a Chief, but it doesn't help that he thinks that he's already worthy of being a Chief and everything he's currently doing is just to pass the time until he can finally become the leader of all of the others. Other than that, he's a brave dog, and will do anything to defend himself or something he strongly believes in, even if it results in conflict. Or in his case, especially if it results in conflict. Also, even though he's young, he tends to flirt. A lot. Though he doesn't want anything from it, he just finds it fairly funny to watch the others reactions to him flirting with them.
.:Rank:.
Trainee(Chief)
.:Mate:.
None
.:Crush or Love Interest:.
None
.:Marked or Non-marked:.
Non-marked
.:Infected or Non-Infected:..
Non-Infected
.:Theme Song:.
How Ban Can I Be from The Lorax
.:Other:.
Diseased Eden
.:RP sample:.
Dust fluttered down from the floorboards above him, but he didn't dare make a noise. This could be the difference between life or death for the young pup. Holding his breath, he waited for the figure to move on, heart dropped as it turn around again, the sound of sniffing being the only thing he heard. Well, that and the blood rushing in his ears so loud he was sure that the other had heard it. Scrunching his eyes shut, he hoped with all his might that they would leave, only opening them again after not hearing another noise for a few minutes. Etus hadn't heard the other leave, but then again, they could've slipped past, seeing as he wasn't all that concentrated on listening to the foot steps.

He slowly and carefully made his way out from the hole under the house, and sprinted away, not stopping for anything. The pup ran as if there was a demon on his heels, and for all he knew, there was. Skidding to a stop next to the river, he frantically whipped his head back and forth to search for his inevitable doom, but nothing came. Letting his heartbeat slow down, he sat down, panting hard. That had to be one of the most stressful things he had ever gone through. Taking a deep breath in, he froze, finally hearing the loud breathing coming from behind him.

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.:Name:.
Vertin
.:Age:.
4 years, 7 months
.:Gender:.
Biologically female, but prefers to be genderless
.:Sexual Orientation/Romantic Orientation:.
Asexual Aromantic
.:Breed:.
Looks to be a Great Dane-Saint Bernard mix
.:Appearance:.
Vertin is a pretty big dog, standing at about 3 feet and 8 inches tall. They have two pairs of ears, both of which are folded down, but can only hear out of one pair. They have learned, however, how to move both pairs at the same time, as to not appear ridiculous. Their fur is fairly long, but it's all matted together, ruining the brown and black pattern. Their underside is white, but after living in these terrible conditions for so long it's turned into a dirty grey color. They have three tails, two of which are connected at the tips, and can only move the one free one. They're more of flaps of skin, if anything. On their front paws, they have five toes, and on their hind legs, the have seven. It helps them move faster, which they are grateful for, but they also find them tripping over them quite often. Vertin is blind in their left eye, which is brown, in contrast to their bright blue right eye. This dog seems to have multiples of everything, even their nose. They have a second one almost growing on top of where their normal nose is, and while they can smell out of it, it doesn't add onto their smelling ability. They are littered in scratches and scars, but has a prominent one going across their forehead.
.:Collar/Vest:.
None
.:Personality:.
They are a pretty timid dog at first glance, but don't let that fool you. Underneath their soft and caring cover, they are thinking of ways to destroy each and everyone they see. They believe that they are the god of everything and should be adored and worshiped, and to not do so results in being punished. So far, though, they haven't been able to do what they want, because every time they get close to the other, they start laughing uncontrollably. It usually takes a half an hour for it to end, but there have been times where it's taken longer than that. There are also times where they black out, only to wake up in a completely different place. They have no clue what happens, but they don't care, since they always imagine that they were busy wreaking havoc
.:Rank:.
Mutated
.:Mate:.
None
.:Crush or Love Interest:.
None
.:Marked or Non-marked:.
Non-marked
.:Infected or Non-Infected:.
Infected
.:Theme Song:.
Blood by My Chemical Romance

.:Name:.
Leo.

.:Age:.
4 years old.

.:Gender:.
Male.

.:Sexual Orientation/Romantic Orientation:.
Heterosexual - Heteroromantic.

.:Breed:.
Catahoula Cur Mix.

.:Appearance:.
Image | Source.

.:Collar/Vest:
He wears a dark brown vest that somewhat matches his fur. I'm sorry I'm so bad at this.

.:Personality:.
Leo is a dog who generally prefers to keep to himself, being short on patience and naturally mistrustful. While he isn't completely against companionship he tends to think it's best for everyone if they just stay away. He'd only end up snapping at them when they got on his nerves, then they'll get offended and take off. Or want to fight him. He'd prefer to avoid that last one at all costs especially thank you very much. He doesn't need his 'charming good looks' ruined with scars. Despite being infected he doesn't appear to have any mental or physical deformities, except perhaps a mild case of narcissism.

.:Rank:.
Loner.

.:Mate:.
None yet.

.:Crush or Love Interest:.
None yet.

.:Marked or Non-marked:.
Non-marked.

.:Infected or Non-Infected:.
Infected - Carrier.

.:Theme Song:.
Unbreakable Heart - Three Days Grace x.

.:Other:.<
Diseased Eden.

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.:Name:.
Ashelia.

.:Age:.
3 years old.

.:Gender:.
Female.

.:Sexual Orientation/Romantic Orientation:.
Bisexual + Biromantic.

.:Breed:.
Borzoi x Smooth Collie.

.:Appearance:.
Image | Source.

.:Collar/Vest:
She wears a pale blue vest and matching collar.

.:Personality:.
A generally optimistic canine, but she's naturally a little wary of strangers all things considered. Often nicknamed Ashe for short by friends, she is somewhat shy upon meeting someone new, but has also proven be quite assertive when necessary. She will not allow herself to be pushed around. Just because this dog is quiet and a bit reclusive does not make her a doormat, thank you any much. Anyone who dares push her too far might be met with a set of snapping teeth (save the higher-ups of course.)

.:Rank:.
Militia.

.:Mate:.
None yet.

.:Crush or Love Interest:.
She admires Monolith greatly to say the least.

.:Marked or Non-marked:.
Non-Marked.

.:Infected or Non-Infected:.
Non-Infected.

.:Theme Song:.
To be added.

.:RP sample:.
From Frozen Fangs.


Kita kicked a small stone out of her way and watched as it tumbled over the mountainside, plummeting down into the unknown. She and the other Pullers had been sent back up to the old camp to retrieve the rest of the supplies as only those holding most importance were transported the day of the move. A thin sheet of snow and ice covered the rocky plateau making it slippery and dangerous to walk on. They would all have to watch their step or else potentially fall to their doom just like that stone. The trip up had been difficult enough. Kita wasn't looking forward to the returning journey.

Despite working similar to a sled team they had no clear leader. Striker or one of the Commanders usually picked a lead dog out of them before sending them out on a task. Today it was Ryker. Kita almost always served as a wheel dog. She was tall with a well-muscled frame. More brawny than even a few of the males in the pack. It was a suitable position for her and the Utonagan was content with it for the most part.

Kita tilted her head back slightly to examine her teammates as they neared the old buildings and huts that had been left behind, the sled waiting to be loaded up only inches away. Ryker might be the lead dog this time, but she still found herself checking in on everyone. Being a puller was rough work. "Everyone doing alright?" She asked, loud enough to be heard, but still softly uttered so as not to start an avalanche. How much noise they were making was yet another thing they had to be conscious of. Her eyes settled on Franco most of all, dark gaze glinting with concern. The younger man was ranked as a Digger, but due to the lack of Pullers he'd been assigned to come on with them today. Kita wasn't entirely sure the poor bloke was made for it. He often walked with a limp and appeared overly tired. She was almost waiting for him to make a mistake.