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Allegiances and Alliances

"Why should I worry? Why should I care? I may not have a dime, but I've got street Savoire-Faire!

I am the voice of the past that will always be, I am the voice of your hunger and pain, I am the voice of the future, I am the voice, I am the voice!

Name:
Syndus.

Gender:
Male.

Breed:
Longhaired Whippet.

Appearance:
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An elegant, lithe sighthound with a medium length pale tan coat. Syndus has a black mask and ears paired with chocolate brown eyes and darker hair lining the tail. He stands 17 inches at the shoulder and weighs less than 30 pounds.

Age:
2 years old.

Orientation:
Undiscovered.

Personality:
While enjoying a good joke just as much as his brother did, Syndus was always the more thoughtful of the two. Pranks quickly lost their appeal for him if someone got hurt or feelings were shattered. All the same, he tended to be more of a follower than a leader, trailing after his brother and willingly joining in with his mischief and adventures. Syndus can be quite the persuasive fellow and seems rather more knowledge than one his age ought to be. Death has made him more forlorn and potentially 'matured' him. Jokes don't seem so important anymore.

Biography/History:
Born into a small litter of two, Syndus and his brother Sinmir were inseparable from the moment they entered the world. The first pups of a pair of rather distinguished show dogs, they were pampered and showered in love by canine and human alike. Despite their privileged upbringing the pair preferred to spend their time out on the streets. Sinmir was rather mischievous in nature, often pranking the neighborhood dogs for his own amusement. The brothers got in trouble more often than not and it was always up to their parents to get them out of trouble. One fateful evening however the dynamic duo came to an end when Sinmir chased a rabbit across the street and was struck by a car.

After Sinmir was killed in a hit and run accident, Syndus lived on. Just narrowly avoiding being crushed by the same vehicle. He wandered around on his own for several weeks, grief-stricken and distraught over his brother's unexpected demise and too shamed to return home. He was suddenly very alone in a world that did not seem to care if he lived or died. It hardened him, it changed him and by the time he faced his own death he was no longer the dog Sinmir once knew.

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Theme Song:
Shadows - Red.

How did your character 'die'?:
He faced off with a larger dog that was more than a match for him and met a violent, bloody end in the defense of a few cats he had befriended.

RP Sample:
From Cold Mountain Rescue.

Icarus paced back and forth along the length of his enclosure, tail-tip flicking irritably every few seconds as yellow-green eyes scanned the surrounding area for any sign of the humans who usually cared for him. The young panther couldn't say he especially liked them, or any Two-Legger for that matter, but he had undeniably come to rely on them. A sharp pain filled his belly as another day without food carried on. He'd been lucky enough to snag a rather unfortunate mouse who had wandered into his cage a few hours previously, but it was hardly enough to sate his hunger. Had the humans abandoned them? If so, why? It seemed rather uncharacteristic of them. The rescuers had never let them go without food for this long before.

Icarus halted at the main entrance to his cage, eyes narrowing. His caretakers always convinced him to enter another sectioned off part of his habitat, safely securing him behind a gate before moving into the enclosure, usually to deliver meals or clean up any messes he had made. After that was done they would leave and release him again. He just needed to figure out how to open it up as the humans had. Pawing and pushing at the enclosure walls, a sudden feeling of foreboding crept up his spine. It was Icarus' only warning before the ground began shaking in violent tremors, knocking the tawny-furred cat off his paws.

A yowl of fear escaped his maw as Icarus tumbled to the cage floor, long black claws sliding out and gripping the earth beneath him in a desperate attempt to stabilize himself. The ground seemed to rip apart all around him, leaving behind deep gouges as if a great cat had reached out and clawed the earth. A sickening crack overhead caught his attention and Icarus rolled out of the way just in time as the front end of his enclosure fell in on it's self, heavy branches from a nearby tree embedding in the ruined fencing. Icarus crawled forward on unsteady paws, squeezing out through a small hole in the fence created from the collapse. Once outside he shot forward only to stumble down again a few pawsteps later. This time he didn't try to right himself until the ground stopped shaking.

He took in deep breath, waiting for his own body to stop trembling before rising to his paws. The great earth shake had stopped just as quickly as it came, but the air around him still held a certain aura of danger. Moving onward cautiously, Icarus paused as he reached the two enclosures across from his own. The first had a leopard, the other a lynx. Normally Icarus would never be the first to seek out other cats, but right now he just needed to know if Amali and Bojan were still alive. He needed the comfort of not being entirely alone in a broken world. A loud, screechy scream erupted from his throat, and his ears perked forward, hoping to pick up any kind of response.

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Name:
Tonrar.

Gender:
Female.

Breed:
Northern Inuit Dog.

Appearance:
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A rather wolfish looking canine standing at 25 inches and weighing 70 pounds. She has a stunning, unblemished white coat, bright golden eyes with dark outlines, a black nose and an athletic build.

Age:
3 years old.

Orientation:
Bisexual - Biromantic.

Personality:
Spirited and sassy, Tonrar likes to consider herself a social butterfly. She enjoys mingling with many different types of dogs and tends to be a bit on the flirty side, always having something complimentary to say upon meeting a new face. What a dog is like in personality and behavior is much more important than where they come from in her opinion and she will judge a dog from how they choose to present themselves. Respect her and she'll be all too happy to respect you back. When it comes to romance she tends to play hard to get even with dogs she really likes. This can be intimidating to some and irritating to others. She also has a rather strong sense of fairness and justice. She will not hesitate to speak her mind or make the first move in regards to righting a wrong should she be the one at fault.

Biography/History:
She was born and raised in a Native American reserve in Canada, but like many other canines there had mostly lived her life as a lone stray. It was a shame really as Tonrar is a rather social dog and doesn't enjoy being alone for long. She was always very careful about choosing formal alliances however, considering there were packs around who held rather nefarious intentions.

Theme Song:
War of Hearts - Ruelle.

How did your character 'die'?:
Drowned in a half frozen river during a test after attempting to join one of those aforementioned packs. The sad part was she went against her original impressions of the pack dogs for the sake of survival and lost her life regardless.

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Name:
Raska.

Gender:
Female.

Breed:
Golden Retriever.

Appearance:
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Raska stands at 22 inches and weighs 70 pounds, which is the tallest and heaviest a female of her breed is on average. She has standard coloring with a thick, dark golden coat and light brown eyes.

Age:
7 years old.

Orientation:
Heterosexual + Biromantic.

Personality:
Loving, well-mannered and intelligent with a great sense of tact and a warm, charming demeanor. Raska is gentle by nature, but will do all in her power to keep those she cares for safe. Generally very easy-going and friendly to all, she won't hesitate to put someone in their place however if they are being unreasonable or rude to the rest of the group.

Biography/History:
A former therapy dog who was used to help children with anxiety issues. She enjoyed her job and was more than a little disappointed when her illness prevented her from working. Whether it was the cancer or a broken heart that finally got her is unclear.

How did your character 'die'?:
Cancer.

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Name
Braxton

Age
3 1/2 years.

Gender
Male

Breed
Border Collie x Unknown

Orientation
Homosexual - Demiromantic

Personality
Braxton is a quite snappy and blunt canine, never afraid to speak his mind no matter who or what it might hurt. He turns a cold shoulder to most canines who try to befriend him and can be rather aggressive at times. Even when he is joking it's hard to tell since he rarely ever changes his facial expressions and sports a humor that's drier than the Sahara.

Appearance
A slim and ragged looking canine; Braxton's merle coat is a long and wispy one, getting shorter around his face and legs. The dog's eyes are a pinkish-amber hue and he always seems to have a serious and grumpy expression on his face. He stands 20" at the shoulder and weighs roughly 32 lbs. although he looks much shorter since he walks with a slump.

How did your character 'die'?
"Humanely" euthanized.

Biography/History
Born on a small farm to a border collie mother, Braxton was the one pup of his mother's 3-pup litter to survive. Soon after turning 9 weeks old he was sold and bought by a young lady and her 3 rambunctious children and grew up in their hands. One day while being walked, Braxton and his owner came upon a young man who seemed too interested in his female owner. As they went to leave the man grabbed his master's arm and Braxton bit him on the leg in the heat of the moment. Due to the fact that Braxton didn't have his proper vaccinations and the man pressed charges, he was put to sleep for being an "aggressive" dog.

RP sample
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He blinks quietly as Kato jumps and he stifles a quiet chuckle. The other man hadn't been around very long so he could understand why he'd be jumpy, especially around some of the people who were members of the pack, "Everything is well.." He replies with a slight nod, studying the other werewolf for a moment before casting another glance around the empty classroom.

"Would you mind accompanying me on a hunting trip?" He says slowly, flashing a smile at the other man. He could always call and have a manager open up his shop today, he valued the pack over work anyway and his employees had gotten used to his absences by now, "If you're not too busy, of course?" He adds, raising an eyebrow. The boots on his feet echo absently around the room as he pushes himself off of the doorway and takes a few steps forward, waiting for an answer from the pupsitter.

Theme Song
Black Water - Of Monsters and Men

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