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Name Lucifer
Nickname Luce
Gender Female
Age 4
Breed Mudi
Rank
Executioner
Orientation Bisexual
Appearance X Source
Mutations, Mental Instability, Deformities, etc: Mentally Unstable
Personality Violent, LOVES killing and mass amounts of blood. RP'd
Relationships/Views : NONE!
Crush/Lover : NONE!
Brief History : Used in dog fights, being top dog corrupted her mind and now she serves as a executioner
Other : Will O' the Wisp + Mon-Fri I can't be on! Got camp

Name Tyrael
Nickname Ty
Gender Male
Age 3
Breed Wolf Hybrid
Rank Pack Dog
Orientation Gay
Appearance XX THIS IS MY PERSONAL CHARACTER, DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES USE HIM ANYWHERE OR I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL KILL YOU
Mutations, Mental Instability, Deformities, etc Overgrown Teeth AND Chimera
Personality Loyal, Great Fighter. He is swift, smart and holds great agility while he lacks in the strength and 'holding your tongue' departments. Once getting past his shell, Ty is a fun-loving wolf to be around, though he can still be quiet and stay off on his own. Does great at taking orders from alphas and betas due to his training from his mom as a pup. He LOVES spending time near water sources and with pups, though couldn't be a pup-sitter at all. He strongly dislikes anyone talking out of place and speaking against those he holds close, snapping easily when it comes to them. Usually though, Tyrael is hard to break wolf with a heart of ice when it comes to strangers and those he doesn't know.
Relationships/Views None
Crush/Lover None
Brief History Abused as a pup, he was tossed from the home when his overgrown teeth became apparent and they grew tired of his strange coat and tossed him to the curb.
Other Will O' Wisp

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Could I reserve an executioner?

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Name:
Khan
Nickname:
None
Gender:
Male
Age:
4 Years 8 Months
Breed:
Doberman (25%) Great Dane (25%) Mastiff (25%) Unknown (25%)
Rank:
Executioner (if not then Pack Dog)
Orientation:
Heterosexual
Appearance:
[x]
Mutations, Mental Instability, Deformities, etc:
Elongated bones
Gigantism
Extreme Aggression
Personality:
Khan is a tough, brave, strong, loyal dog. He always tends to be snappy, hot headed, and often stubborn. He can be very cocky and stuck up. He doesn't try to make anyone happy but himself. He does want to find and mate and have pups, but struggles with being loving and caring all the time. Khan is a very protective dog. He is always looking out for the pack and himself. He always seems in a grumpy mood, which he is. You can never get a smile out of him, maybe a small smirk. But besides that the male is stubborn and snappy and will bark at whoever he wants if they get on his nerves, even the Alpha. He doesn't get scared anymore. The male can be loving and kind to those he truly loves like his own pups and mate.
Relationships/Views:
None
Crush/Lover:
Open
Brief History:
He was born the largest of the litter, which caused his mother to die, and also break her hip bones. There were also other pups that had not been born yet. Luckily they were in a pack, and there was another nursing mother that would be able to nurse the large pup. While growing up the leader of that pack started to become weary of the male, due to his size. Once he was old enough to hunt on his own the leader chased him off, being scared of Khan. He soon found this pack and joined.
Theme Song:
Afraid- The Neighbourhood
Quote:
"Everything you've ever wanted is on the other side of fear."
Other:
Will O' the Wisp!

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::Name: Reba

::Nickname::
Reb,Whim

::Gender::
female

::Age::
2 years, 6 months

::Breed::
Wolf hybrid (Alaskan malamute 11% 88% wolf)

::Rank::
Pack mother

::Orientation::
straight

::Appearance::
A light gray female with darker gray markings. She looks exactly like a wolf, technically. But she is bigger than the normal wolf. She weighs 146 pounds(wolves might be 110 pounds so it needs more for a Alaskan malamute) she has one torn ear and beautiful bright blue eyes. Her nose is bright pink, but in the distance it looks white. Her tail is long and curves a bit at the tip.

::Mutation, Mental instability, Disabilities, etc::
Anxiety, overgrown teeth and claws,

::Personality::
(Not done with the forums)

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Name
Alexia
Nickname
Alex, Ali (Gets extremely pissy when a dog calls her Alexia.)
Gender
Female (She/Them)
Age
3 Years, 7 Months of Age
Breed
White Shepherd (Purebred)
Rank
Starts as Loner, and becomes Pack Mother. (If that's alright?)
Orientation
Homoromantic - Demisexual
Appearance
.
Source
Mutations, Mental Instability, Deformities
Overgrown Claws, Antisocial Personality, Anxiety. (Along with a slight case of Paranoia.)
Personality
Alexia is a stand-offish female, who'd much rather observe a fight, than partake in one. Like most dogs with anxiety, she has problems making friends, but once she finds one she'll never let them go, and will do anything in her power to keep them safe. Many think Alexia is aggressive, or crude, but they're simply wrong, and assume that she's blood-thirsty, because of her protective ways. In actuality, Alexia would in most cases, hide from other dogs, or back down. It might take a while to gain this dog's trust, but once you do, you're set for life, in her case. She also has a strong desire to care for all pups, no matter their circumstances. If she catches you hurting a pup, she will slit your throat with no hesitance.
Relationships/Views
Will O' the Wisp - Intimidated by, but doesn't fear.
TBA
Crush/Lover
None yet. (Open!)
Brief History
Alexia was born into the life of a pet. Both her mother and father were Purebred White Shepherds, and were of course, bred for money. However, when Alexia was only around 2 months, a lone dog snuck her out into the outside world, which she fell in love with. The two ran off, and became best friends. They did everything together until-- Buck (her friend) was struck down and killed by another dog, and Alexia couldn't do anything but watch. After, she ran off, and is now looking for a new home.
Theme Song
Adele - Send My Love (To Your New Lover)
Quote
"Never give up. There is no such thing as an ending, just a new beginning."
Other
Will O the Wisp! (Please tell me if you want me to add anything.)

Name
Thaddeus
Nickname
Thad
Gender
Male (He/Him)
Age
5 Years 11 Months
Breed
90% Husky 10% Unknown Breed
Rank
Packdog
Orientation
Biromantic - Bisexual
Appearance
.
Source
Mutations, Mental Instability, Deformities
Schizophrenia.
Personality
Well. Under the power-hungry, blood-thirsty ego that Thaddeus formed for himself, Thad is actually quite the caring dog, who would..kill to protect his friends, and packmates. Although, his Schizophrenia usually gets in the way, when it comes to making friends. He tries his best to do so, but often ends up killing innocent canines. Since his first kill, Thad has made sure to cast himself aside, and let nobody see him, for him. Sometimes, if you're lucky, you'll get to catch a glimpse of Thad's playful, giggly side.
Relationships/Views
TBD
Crush/Lover
Whisp- Crushing, although he's never shown it. He doesn't plan to, either.
Brief History
Thad was born into the pack, nothing too off--right? Well, ever since he was old enough to walk, this dog would do everything in his power to sneak off for a day or two, without being noticed. His parents were always curious as to why.. Finally, one day, they decided to follow him, and were shocked to find him standing over a fresh carcass.. A dog carcass. They witnessed his first acts of murder. The Voices. The Voices told him to kill his parents-- and he did. However, after that, he was knocked out by an unknown dog, and forgot that day. He still has nightmares about it, and just suspects that he witnessed their murder.
Theme Song
Breaking Benjamin - Dear Agony
Quote
"When you're hiding behind a character all the time, as soon as you have to be yourself, you feel kind of terrified."
Other
Will O the Wisp! (Not sure about him yet, hah. I think I already love him.)

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Name
Stratus

Nickname
Sludge

Gender
Male

Age
2 years, 7 months

Breed
A mutt with a hopelessly muddied lineage, unrecognizable as related to any breed in particular.

Rank
Packmate

Orientation
Homosexual

Appearance
Standing at a mere 12 inches and weighing in at a skinny 14 pounds, Sludge is relatively small dog, with somewhat long legs and a narrow frame, although how much of that is caused by his lacking weight is up for debate. His short, smooth fur is a grizzly, mottled grey, with dirty white splotches covering his muzzle, throat, and paws. Tall, triangular ears are set an angle and always seem to be drooping so they stick straight out either side of his head, dusted several shades darker than the rest of his fur. Sludge’s eyes are a dark and muddy, but surprisingly bright brown, tired and wary, though a spark of intelligence dances at the very back if you look very closely. Rounded but angular, they are lined with black and his inky eyelashes are unusually thick, surprisingly pretty. A single speck of gold glimmers in his left eye. Sludge’s nose and nails are the same coal black as his eyelashes, and his sharp teeth are yellowed. His brush-like tail is often pressed against his left hind leg, as if to unsuccessfully try and hide the nasty red burn scars that cover it, and his slinky body always seems tense and coiled, ready to flee at any second. He steps lightly and carefully, walking like he’s afraid the ground will fall out from beneath his feet. Sludge rarely smiles and avoids attention at any cost, moving like a living shadow and blending flawlessly into the background.

Mutations, Mental Instability, Deformities, etc
Severe chronic depression

Personality
Perhaps there is a happy, playful pup buried somewhere with Sludge, buried and forgotten and waiting to come out, but if there is he’s never realized it. For the most part, he’s simply tired. He used to be scared all the time, rightfully so, and that fear is what kept him alive. At some point, however, the terror faded, along with every other emotion he might have hoped to experience, and mostly Sludge is just empty, like white noise on a stereo. He still avoids conflict and his survival instincts are not gone, but anymore just being alive seems like a massive ordeal; Sludge can’t possibly imagine having the energy to be worried about things. He does his part for the pack, following orders without complaint, but he’s more like a robot than anything, never doing more or less than required, without the blood-thirsty passion that so much of the pack seems to thrive off. He’s no fighter, and has no interest in killing, but neither is he champion of justice. He simply doesn’t seem to care, and hardly notices the executioners anymore. Rather, he just drifts through everything, kind of… lost. He’s not unfriendly and quite meek, very respectful, but he is distant, and doesn’t really have friends. He knows how dogs are, selfish and brutal, and understands the danger of trust. After all, friendship is just a word.
The only time Sludge really comes alive is when he’s looking at the sky. At night, when most everyone else is asleep, he likes to lay back and just stare, gazing at the moon and stars as his eyes trace the paths of made-up constellations. He stays up for hours, and takes the afternoon shifts for his duties whenever possible so he can sleep late, perhaps the only other thing he enjoys. Sludge loves to dream. He dreams often and vividly, and will often dwell on his dreams as he goes about routine duties. Other times he looks at the horizon, which he finds rather extraordinary in its vastness, and just think, turning everything over and over again in his head like a stone in a river.

Relationships/Views
Not actively interested in any sort of relationship, but then again, he’s not actively resisting them either. Perhaps Sludge is more interested in having a friend than he will admit to himself.

Crush/Lover
None, though I’m open to one developing throughout the RP.

Brief History
Born to a pair of strays in a crowded, filthy, and crime-ridden city, only Sludge and his sister survived out of a litter of five cubs. His father left before his birth and his mother followed suit the second he learned how to run. He and his sister stuck together for a few weeks after being left on their own, but she died quickly, snapped in half and eaten by a starved Labrador. They could run, alright, but not fast enough. Sludge saw every moment, paralyzed and unable to look away, pressed into the cracks of a crumbling old brick library’s foundation just out of sight. It was his first lesson about life as a stray. He has never forgotten it. He does not talk about it.

Sludge runs very fast nowadays,

He lives by his wits and wiles, relying on speed and decisiveness to get by. Hesitation means death, and Sludge knows better. Fast forward months, now a year, now another, and Sludge is emaciated, flea-bitten, nervous and cowardly and like a living shadow, living off garbage and scraps. This time it’s the dog-catchers he’s out-running. This time he’s not fast enough. He spends the next few months in the pound. It’s not so bad. The food is reliable, the roof doesn’t leak, and if you stay quiet you won’t have anything to hide from. He gains weight. His fleas are treated. It’s substandard for a pet but luxurious for a stray. This doesn’t last. The place burns down. Sludge escapes, sliding through the burning cracks like the rat he is.

Many do not.

He leaves with a gash across flank, burns on his back, side, and left hind leg, and a limp. The gash disappears. The burns do not. His left hind leg is hairless, ugly and scarred from his hip to several inches above his paw. His limp is gone, but he is not as fast as he was. Sludge struggles even more now. He is stealthier than ever, able to disappear into the barest of shadows and slink through the tightest spaces, skinny and weary and always tired. He has no friends, no food, and no hope. He tries less and gets skinnier. He’s not hungry anyways. One day he wanders, reckless, away from the city into nowhere. There is no garbage or cracks in buildings. There is no stench either. The night sky looks nice. Sludge has never seen the clear night sky before. Even the city, a hazy glow and dark silhouette, looks almost pretty from the outside. He lies down. He stares at the moon and does not get up.

Until he sees it.

Sludge cannot describe the Mire. He cannot describe what happened when he got there. He is not sure he even knows. He stumbled to his feet, staggered into the mist, and collapsed, deep asleep under the light of the new moon. From then on it, it’s history, as they say. He’s now a member of the Will O’ the Wisp Pack. He is still hiding, made almost invisible among the other member of the pack, and he is still lonely. The hunger pangs, once natural as breath, are gone, though. Like the pound, he stays quiet, gets his food, and enjoys the shelter. Now he has the sky, too. He’s not happy, but it’s nice. Yet, like the pound, it will not last, and the fire here has only just begun.

Theme Song
(Optional)

Quote
“Well, after all, this is the age of the disposable tissue. Blow your nose on a person, wad them, flush them away, reach for another, blow, wad, flush. Everyone using everyone else’s coattails. How are you supposed to root for the home team when you don’t even have a program or know their names? For that matter, what color jerseys are they wearing as they trot out on the field?” –Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Other
Will O’ the Wisp! (also, I'm so sorry this is so long, I really meant to keep it short but I got carried away ;-;)

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Whens it begin?

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I'll be closing this up if anyone wants too save their characters! I'm doing this too start fresh on my rps besides certain ones that i've already joined! It will be deleted tonight.

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