Glad to see back around the roleplay threads Catatonia. Not sure if you'll remember me or not but I was in the roleplay your sample is from and Kato was my character. :')

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I remember you and I'm glad to be back! (:

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Braxton is accepted!

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*realises both doggos are bicolour white and red brindle*
heck i just rly like red brindle on doggos

Name:Captain Blue Beard (shortened to Captain, Cap't, or Cap)
Gender: Male
Breed: Greyhound x silken windhound
Appearance: This, the tiniest picture possible, for pattern reference and this for texture pattern (credit to MyPets.net and Talisman Hounds respectively). Essentially a slender, silky, noodle of a dog. Despite his name, is bicolour with red brindle and white underbelly.
Age: Around 6 years
Orientation: Not sure of himself
Personality: A very determined dog, he's well trained and has been hardened by years on the track. His determination can come off as simple cruelty to others. Despite a hard demeanor, he is jittery, easily startled, and on constant alert. He often seeks out other dogs for comfort and can spend hours lying with and grooming others.
Biography/History: A racing dog with a long history of success. In practices he excelled, he was fast on track, and faster to learn. His first race, however, was met with failure. The stress of the starting box, the smell of other dogs, and the muzzle caused him to panic. His owner's punishment was severe and he has never talked about what happened. Since then, he had not lost once. His love of the track had faded into fear of the race. He would win by any means, even if it meant tripping other dogs or kicking stones into their face. His cruelty was born of necessity. He could not afford to lose again.
Other: Couldnt think of a funny so have pic of bf's cousin's cat, she likes licking icecream
How did your character 'die'?: He was "retired" after losing a race.
RP sample: Running was all Captain had ever known. As a pup he had been thrown onto the track, a rabbit placed before him. As the rodent sniffed and saw him, it began to run, terror filling its small heart. He had been filled with instinct. His paws pelted the hard ground and before he knew it, his jaws were around the rabbit's neck. His owner was pleased and over the course of the next few months Captain became faster and faster, his muscles strengthening and his determination and love for his owner and their praise intensifying with each success. It wasn't until later that he learnt the true nature of the track.

Name: Bacon
Gender: Leans towards masc but sex is unknown. Pronouns lean towards he/him/his, but can include she/her/hers, they/them/their, and it/it/its.
Breed: Bull terrier
Appearance: Pupperino (Credit to This person on pintrest i think ) A red and white brindle dog. Large ears, small eyes, and an overall youthful appearance.
Age: 18 months (1.5 years, just out of puppyhood and into adolescence)
Orientation: Asexual
Personality: An excitable dog who would probably still be mistaken for a puppy at 15 years old. Bacon is very fun-loving and often acts childish in the face of serious events. Despite this, they are aware of their strength and willing to defend others.
Biography/History: A dog born in a puppy farm, he was adopted from a pet store and taken to a loving family.
Other:
How did your character 'die'?: A burglar's break-in caused Bacon to incessantly bark, not realising the danger. Bacon's family called the police who arrived but shot Bacon assuming they were the intruder's attack dog.
RP sample: Above B)

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Ahhh, I love Silkies. ;o;

"Essentially a slender, silky, noodle of a dog."

Yes. Most accurate description of a Windhound ever tbh.

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Ser, Saber, and Blue, your characters have been accepted!

Wolfdogs are allowed (in limited numbers) as long as they are dog-aligned, meaning that they grew up/lived in domestication. Saber's is allowed because Razor was kept in a domestic setting, a hybrid that lived life as a wolf would live would not be allowed. Feral and/or stray city wolfdogs or coyodogs would also be allowed, since they have always been around humans.

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Name:
Monty
Gender:
Female
Breed:
Dalmatian
Appearance:
Monty is a slim, trim, and sleek female with a lightweight, small build. She isn’t too big, being only 18 inches at the shoulder and is lighter then most of her breed by weighing only 36 lbs in total. Her fur is glossy and sleek from her originally pampered life style. Like most other Dalmatians, her coat is predominantly white, with a pink nose, pink paw pads, and ear insides as well as the pink skin around her eyes. Her spots are what is a little odd, she has next to none of them! They show up sparsely on her haunches and shoulders with very little speckling her sides. She has four or five on her face as well with the most noticeable being the heart shaped spot that is perched right on the bridge of her nose overlapping with the pink. Her eyes are a striking brown that gets lighter towards the pupil and turns to a soft whiskey amber color.
Age:
She is 3 years, 5 months (or was…)
Orientation:
Homosexual + Homoromantic
Personality:
Monty is a lover, she’s a mother hen and cares a lot for those around her. She has an extremely big heart and wants to help everyone she meets to some extent, she also believes that others can change. But make no mistake about this sweet-hearted Dalmatian, she is intelligent and protective of those close to her. She will defend her friends fiercely, and will mother hen them afterwards even for the slightest scratch. Her Dalmatian mindset makes her smart, cunning, and sly though. She has been known to even outsmart her own old owners over the simplest or cleverest of things.
Biography/History:
Monty was born to sweet elderly couple who bred purebred Dalmatians, but they didn’t know what to do with the sweet little pup Monty who looked like she would grow up with no spots. Well, besides the little heart smack dab on her pink nose. No one who came in seemed to want the odd white pup, or they didn’t till a rich husband and wife saw her and fell in love. The wife named her Monty but tended to call her Amor rather than Monty and the husband called her Little Heart. She was well off there, living indoors and outdoors, running around with the children, and even making friends with other dogs in the kennel next-door. But all of that happiness came to a screeching halt after one of the gardeners was fired after being caught stealing money to supply his drug use habit. Life continued on as normal for a few months afterwards. But it was in the middle of the night that the security alarm went off, the man had broken in and stole Monty. Signs were posted, rewards offered, but no one had seen the little Dalmatian again.
Other:
https://i.ytimg.com/vi/tntOCGkgt98/maxresdefault.jpg
How did your character 'die'?:
Monty had been stolen out of spite by a former gardener of her owners. She was carried away with a muzzle on her face and a chokechain around her next. The gardener had tossed her into a large pillow case before tying off the end, and sadly tossing the sweet canine into a nearby pond to drown.
RP sample:
A sample from Beyond the Falls; Warrior Cat Rp.
Adderstar laid in his den calmly, listening to the pitter patter of rain outside of camp peaceful. He was hidden farther back in his cave among the rocks that protected his nest from unwanted visitors, his dark coat keeping him well hidden. The lanky tom could hear the faint noise of other cats waking up and getting ready for the day too start, most likely waiting for him to give out his duties. He would be sending Brackenclaw, Rabbitpelt, Scorchwhisper and Tawnypaw out on dawn border patrol…Ravenheart, Riverbane, Swiftleap, and Frostclaw would make up this mornings’ hunting pat- the voice of his brother reached his ear from the front of his den, sounding frustrated with what he would assume was the weather. Lifting his head slowly and opening his orange eyes calmly he blinked at Brackenclaw before stretching and stand up, hopping up and over the rocks with a hum of amusement seeing how the water was effecting the other tom.
”Decide to take a dip in the water Brackenclaw? Did you sleep well? I prefer to think the rain is rather peaceful.” Adderstar asked with politeness that hid his own amusement as he padded to the entrance and settled down with his tail wrapped around his paws before speaking again. ”I want you, Rabbitpelt, Scorchwhisper, and Tawnypaw to go out at the dawn patrol.” He stated before giving his chest and shoulders a few licks to make his fur lay flat as he watched the camp. It didn’t sound like the rain was letting up….he could only pray to StarClan their camp didn’t flood.

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Name:
Rushmore
Gender:
Male
Breed:
Central Asian Ovcharka [75%] x Chow Chow [25%]
Appearance:
Rushmore is a big, bulky, strong male, standing slightly taller than others of his breed at 34 inches at the shoulder and weighing in at roughly 170 lbs of muscle and force. His coat is thick and dense, built to withstand the cold and harsher weathers from where he was from. He is a polar bear of a dog with a pure white coat that has a blondish tint to it around his spine, shoulders, and haunches. He has no tail, as it was docked when he was barely a pup, and his ears rise into sharp points from being cut too look fierce. He may have scars but they would all be hidden under his thick coat. His nose is pitch black that matches up with his too brown eyes, his paw pads share the same black color and his ‘blue’ tongue suggests chow-chow heritage in his bloodlines.
Age:
He is 4 years, 8 months (or was..)
Orientation:
Asexual + Panromantic
Personality:
Rushmore looks like he would be a brute of a dog, a savage with no manners, or a bully to anything smaller than him. But really none of that is true, he is extremely protective of those around him and has the mannerisms of a gentleman. He isn’t brash or course and is known to be polite to smaller females and males, and looks at other bigger dogs as equals instead of lesser beings. He has a soft spot for younger dogs and has no problem telling them about his home life in Russia. He speaks with a heavy Russian accent and has even picked up on pet names in his home language and tends to call those close to him by them. He can be fierce though and will kill another dog if pushed too it without even flinching, so long as it’s for a good cause and not senseless violence.
Biography/History:
Rushmore was raised as a guard dog in the frozen land of Russia. He had minimal human contact, and what he did get was all polite, easy going, or with well mannered people which is what he quickly picked up on. He did his job well enough, never question the people he was protecting. Not knowing they were the Russian Mafia. His death came quick though, quick and painless, and easy after shattering his shoulder and right foreleg, all because of a car that couldn’t look in both directions.
Other:
See above
How did your character 'die'?:
After shattering his right shoulder and foreleg he was put down with both his ‘charge’ and trainer holding him and petting him the entire time. And it was all because of a person who couldn’t pay attention while driving.

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Rushmore and Monty are accepted! ^^

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Name: Tony
Gender: Male
Breed: Chihuahua
Appearance:
Source: http://www.famouschihuahua.com/featured-chihuahuas/iror/
Age: 4
Orientation: Pansexual
Personality: A tiny, but loud spoken dog. He is a bit of a schemer an often tries to get other dogs to do favors for him. Can be quick to temper, but his bark is worse than his bite. Is amusingly a very flirty dog despite his tiny size.

Biography/History: (A few sentences at least) Tony is a city pup, born and raised on the streets, being a small dog, Tony quickly learned how to sweet talk into getting things that he wanted and soon gained a reputation among the other city strays. Confident and a little too cocky for his own good, Tony became the leader of this pack of strays. He was taken down by a car crossing the street one cold winter night.

How did your character 'die'?: Hit by a car.
Other: https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-static/static/2014-03/enhanced/webdr03/17/17/enhanced-30655-1395091507-37.jpg
RP sample: (Only needed for your first character.)

With a snarl Tony padded down the snow covered alley way. His tiny body shook with anger as he approached a subordinate, the larger dog wouldn't look the small Chihuahua in the eye. "What do you mean you lost her?" he asked once more hackles raising. Cowering slightly the other dog whimpered softly, while Tony wasn't exactly intimidating himself, he could call in favors and make life very unpleasant for a dog. With a exasperated shake of his fluffy head Tony sighed slightly and in a sugar sweet voice asked "when was the last time you saw her?" "T-th-This afternoon" came the reply," just a few blocks from here." With another sigh and then a sharp bark, Tony signaled two larger dogs to come forward from the shadows. "Teach 'im a lesson ladies, guess I gotta do the dirty work myself, the Chihuahua called over his shoulder as he headed out into the streets alone.

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Oooh, like a mafia puppy. Nice! Tony is accepted!

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Tony sounds like he deserves his own roleplay. /Shot.

A mafia dog rp where the leader is a Chihuahua of all breeds sounds fairly entertaining. xD

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And the big dopey right hand is like a great dane or mastiff of some sort XD

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Glad you guys like Tony haha! Hmm I'll keep that in mind, maybe I could work something out.

Edit: I'm making this mafia dog group happen

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