Name
Khriston ‘Khris’ Onze
Age
21 years
Gender
Male
Breed
Anatolian Shepherd [50%] x Karakachan Bear Dog [50 %]
Orientation
Pansexual + Panromantic
Pack
Skoll
Rank
Lead Dog
Appearance
Canine;
Khris is a big dog, built broad with a good deal of muscle and wide shoulders. His face and fur resemble that of his father with it seeming to be short but it is actually extremely thick but not long. His face is a little broad with almond shaped amber eyes and flopped over ears. His tail and coat resemble this mother though, his tail is slightly fluffy and curls up and over his back while the color is a white underbelly and throat is a ruddy, reddish brown back, shoulders, and haunches that gets darker on his face. He has powerful legs that lead too large paws that are tipped with long claws. He has no real scars on him besides a few little nicks in his ears or around his muzzle from past skirmishes. In this form he stands at 31 inches at the shoulder and weighs 145 lbs in total.
Human;
As a human, Khris is rather average in height for a male; 5’8 and weighing 167 lbs in total with little fat on him. His skin is a pale white color with a bridge of freckles across his nose and on his shoulders. His face isn’t so much squared as it is just a little rounded and his almond shaped eyes are a brown that is closer to matching the amber color in his canid form. His hair is kept cropped short and is a ruddy, reddish-brown color with streaks of copper and auburn if he lets it grow out. He isn’t built like a brick house but he does have a good deal of lean muscle that gives him an easy definition. In this form you can easily see the nick in his ears and even some on his face if you get close enough. He tends to wear cargo, army pants with a pair of sturdy boots and a thick long sleeved shirt inside the camp, going outside he will either change to his canine form or wear much heavier clothing.
Personality
Khris is charismatic and if need be he can talk his way out of any bad situation that he gets himself into. He is rarely violent unless pushed too it and has a strong spirit. He believes in justice and fairness, dishing out punishments based on the extent of the crime committed. Khris enjoys being around family or close friends but also has a love for helping others or hanging out and telling the pups stories. He has a big heart for his pack, considering most of them family even, and would quickly defend them from an outside threat any day. He is softer spoken, not needing too raise his voice too get others too listen and is quick too make friends. Though if pushed into a corner, threatened, or attacked you will be seeing how much of a temper this male has. He can become violent if pushed into it, and while he does have a long fuse, his temper when shown is as violent as the blizzard outside and runs just as cold. He tolerates flirts and if you’re lucky, he may flirt back. He is rarely in a bad mood and just prefers too keep things calm around camp rather then hectic, going out of his way too make sure everything runs as smoothly as possible.
Family Relationships
Kara Onze |Mother|Karakachan Bear Dog|Deceased|
Marshall Onze |Father|Anatolian Shepherd|Unknown|
Bastion Onze |Younger Brother|Anatolian Shepherd x Karakachan Bear Dog|OPEN|17
Friend/Enemy Relationships
Open too both
Crush/Mate
No one currently
History
He lived with his mother and younger brother most of his life…but not in the form of a canine but in the form of a human. He never shifted in public and helped his mother with a lot of the work she did, taking on odd jobs to help her support both him and his brother. His father had left before when he was three years old before his brother was born and never came back. Neither boy had trouble in school or even high school. They kept their heads down unless backed into a corner, that’s when they came out swinging. Khris had always known what he was, his mother had never tried to hide it from them too make them ‘safer’. She had thought her children manners, how to be gentleman, how to get along with others and how to talk their way out of any trouble they got in. When the announcement for the blizzard came, Khris felt himself being pulled north while his mother, who had refused to shift all of her life, decided to go towards Mexico. Khris took his brother and began the journey that way. Making friends among the wolves and dogs. Gaining their trust. And when they left the building after two months, he came out as the leader. Where he still stands and has yet to be questioned.
Other
He chill.
Theme Song
Blue Stahli - Metamorphosis

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Name
Marcus ‘Ragnarok’ Corteze
Age
29 years
Gender
Male
Breed
Tibetan Mastiff [75%] x Irish Wolfhound [25%]
Orientation
Asexual + Homoromantic
Pack
Hati
Rank
Beta
Appearance
Canine;
Marcus is….Marcus is a massive dog that is built like a tank meant for war. He stands tall at 32 inches at his shoulders and weighs 165 lbs of muscle and thick fur. His fur is slightly curly and his coat is extremely thick, colored pitch black like tar or an oil spill. He is a very broad dog, his head squared and his paws are just as big. His tail doesn’t curl over his back like a Tibetan mastiff but rather sticks straight out and curves up slightly. His eyes are a bright, eerie blue color that stands out sharply in contrast and makes one think of the true cold north. Underneath his thick fur is a body covered in little and big scars from fighting and attacking others. He has some visible on his face, but too get a good look you’d have to get rather close too those powerful jaws…and many wouldn’t risk it. He is a war machine in this form, it’s why he holds the Beta rank like he does.
Human;
Marcus in this shape doesn’t quite measure up too Bishop’s grand height but he’s definitely up there in size. In this form he stands 6’3 and weighs in at 235 lbs. His black hair is messily cut and layered from him trying too stop it from curling like it does when it’s longer, and barely reaches his ears with one side shaved and Hati’s moon symbol cut into it. His skin is darkly tanned and it makes his eyes stand out sharply and it’s unknown where that trait came from due to the fact his Da’s eyes are amber and his ma’s are brown oddly enough. He is covered in scars small and big from head to heel and even in this form he’s built broad and can lift someone nearer too his own weight in this form. He has a scarred over bitemark on his throat from a fight to earn the Beta rank, but unless you’re up close with him than you’re not gonna get a good look.
Personality
Marcus doesn’t try too be refined, charismatic, or molded into an attitude that is not his own. He will voice his opinion on any matter and has little too no fear of anyone, not even Bishop; but he respects the other man greatly. He can be as quiet as a cat hunting prey or as loud as anyone else if he’s around people he’s comfortable with. Flirting will go right over his head, he doesn’t understand the subject and will often stare the flirt down till he understands what just happened. Marcus is extremely protective of those he grows close with and will protect them with tooth and nail or fists and fighting. He has a savage temper that can rear it’s ugly head even if he’s not overly provoked or even annoyed. Etas are that main target of his aggression if he doesn’t have an enemy too mangle or maim. Though the right person may make him calm down…
Family Relationships
Molly Corteze | Twin Sister | Tibetan Mastiff x Irish Wolf Hound | Open
London Corteze | Twin Sister | Tibetan Mastiff x Irish Wolf Hound | Open
Jessie Corteze | Mother | Tibetan Mastiff | Unknown
Jack Corteze | Father | Irish Wolf Hound x Tibetan Mastiff | Deceased
Friend/Enemy Relationships
Bishop | Respects
Crush/Mate
No one currently. Pm me too ask.
History
Marcus, Molly, and London were born as triplets to a proud mother and father. But one look at Marcus and they knew something was different, his eyes didn’t match the amber-brown of his sisters but instead were a blue so dark it could have been the night sky. Jack Corteze has been a part of Abelard’s cult and decided that his son was marked by Hati to join as well. He groomed the rebellious pup from a young age too worship the Moon Wolf. But upon hearing that Abelard decided that they should worship him instead, Jack fled only too be hunted down and killed. Jessie, devastated, had hidden her pups away and Marcus became highly protective of his sisters. His growing size made him rather dangerous and his attitude made fighting a consistent thing with other dogs. It wasn’t till he was a teen that he rejoined the cult, his eyes light enough that it gave the pitch black dog an eerie look. He earned his place as an executioner under the General Bakar but still took care of his sisters and mother until one day Jessie just disappeared. After that, he kept his smaller siblings closer and would attack any dog that was a threat to his family. Or any dog that made flirty, suggestive comments towards either sister. Marcus followed Bakar with his sisters when the new Ice Age had hit.
Other
I’ve had him forever and I never thought too use him on Lioden….Gonna have too start using my child more.
Theme Song
Bad Guy by 3!OH3
(Cursing Warning)

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Name
Paris Monique Cavalar
Age
25 years
Gender
Female
Breed
Italian Greyhound
Orientation
Pansexual + Panromantic
Pack
Skoll
Rank
Healer
Appearance
Canine;
Paris is a small dog, only 13 inches at the shoulders and weighs only 11 lbs in total. Her fur is short, almost nonexistent making it so the cold hits her very hard. Her pelt is almost solid white besides the black heart marking on her left haunch and the black patch over her right eye. She has a delicate, angular, soft build with thin fragile legs and small paws. Her body is rather thin and her face is thin with rounded grey-green eyes with flecks of blue. Paris is not a fighter in this form, she’s too small too be. She lacks any scars and a tail giving her a rather odd look about her. Her ears are semi-pricked and flop over at the tips, tilting inwards charmingly.
Human;
Pale as a lily without any scars, her hair goes too her waist and is pulled into a messy, curly braid that hang over her shoulder. She is rather small in this form as well, 5’2, and has a bit of chub since she weighs 152 lbs in total. Her eyes in this form are the grey-green of a spring storm that gets lighter around the pupil. Unless by a fire, she tends too consistently be shivering as if she can’t get warm and will avoid the outside world at all costs due to this. In this form she is more rounded rather than angular with wide eyes, a heart shaped face, and an upturned nose. She tends to wear very heavy clothing too keep warm as well. Her hair isn’t black, but a dark brown streaked through with light brown and black and is very curly and wavy when not put into a braid giving her a wild child look. She has a birthmark on her right shoulder in the shape of a near perfect heart that matches the one on her canine form.
Personality
Paris is charming, sweet, and very soft spoken. She doesn’t get loud unless pushed, bullied, or the pups are threatened. She is very motherly and will mother the hunters and warriors to death if they let her. She has an air about her that makes most want to either protect her or leave her alone, and an extensive knowledge of healing and the herbs, medicines and devices used from her old job as a nursing student. She doesn’t like help, at all. Trying to do so will get you scolded, you’re hand smacked, and being sent away. Paris isn’t loud, harsh, or a bully but she is very independent and doesn’t enjoy being doted on like a small child or being called small. She loves everyone but can feel isolated at times and will remove herself from the company of others if she feels she’s being a bother to anyone. Flirting and the like will easily fluster her and may either be ignored or returned depending on the person who does it.
Family Relationships
Catalina Cavalar |Mother|Italian Greyhound |Deceased |
Unknown | Father | Italian Greyhound | Unknown |
Friend/Enemy Relationships
Open too both.
Crush/Mate
No one currently, Open though.
History
She was born to a single mother. She grew up in a tough, violent neighborhood, and went through schooling being bullied or attacked for her soft spoken attitude. After her mother passed she became a nursing student and traveled north before the blizzard with what is now the Skoll pack. She absolutely hates talking about her past and will avoid it at all costs possible.
Other
N/A
Theme Song
Ruth B. – Lost Boy

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Name
Harley Monroe
Age
23 years
Gender
Female
Breed
German Shepherd [25%] x Siberian Husky [50%] x Akita Inu [25%]
Orientation
Bisexual + Biromantic
Pack
Hati
Rank
Epsilon
Appearance
Canine;
Sleek, liquid, easy grace with a sharp angular appearance and a slight build that seems much more delicate than others. Her fur isn't long but it's extremely thick and good for cold weather. It's a total black color that is matte, lack shine of glossiness and gives her the appearance of a shadow. Her eyes are mismatched, the right being a gorgeous whiskey brown and the left a light jade green that seems too bright. She stands at 23 inches and weighs 51 lbs in total. Hidden under her thick coat is a mess of scars going across her sides and legs and even her chest. She has a lot of lean runner muscle and her legs have the power to back up her crushing bite force. Her shoulders and haunches are slim while her face is slightly rounded and her eyes are almond shaped. She has a set of wide ears and a fluffy, curling tail.

Human;
Her hair is a sheet of matte black, wavy mess that is kept shoulder length, in two pigtails when not out and about, or in a braid. Her skin is white, showing her German-Romanian heritage plainly. Her face has a softer shape and her eyes are wide and keep their mismatched color. She is slighter in build but it doesn't hinder her fighting in the slightest. In fact it makes her much faster, more agile, and gives her more stamina. She has silvery pale scars that travel from her hands up too her shoulders, there are a good deal on her chest, and her sides. She stands 5'5 and weighs only 134 lbs in total.
Personality
Harley is a flirt too both men and women, a joker, and in some cases; a very vicious hunter and fighter. She doesn't think highly of herself, as a matter of fact she doesn't like herself at all and is very insecure. She won't say it aloud though and hides it under false confidence and a flirty, firey demeanor. She can be a hold head and will put her foot down if she needs too. It's hard too get her too like you due too her past. In a fight though, she is dangerous, moving quick and striking hard where she knows it'll hurt. Her temper rarely gets the better of her inside of a fight, and she's not above goading others into a rage as a way too make them mess up. She adores the etas and pups, babying them and hanging around them when she's not hunting or sparring. Or reading medical books.
Family Relationships

None that she cares for or cares too know.

Friend/Enemy Relationships

Bishop | Thinks of him as a dad almost |
Vincent | Unsure |
Marcus | Acts like he's an older brother |
Evangeline | TBA |

Crush/Mate
No one currently.
History
Once upon a time, there was a little girl born too a beauty queen of a mother and a workaholic father. That girl was named Harley Monroe, the last name chosen by her mother in hopes she'd grow up too be as beautiful as her mother. But she would never live up too the gorgeous women's standards...She rarely saw her father and one day he just stopped coming home. Her mother, no longer able to live the socialite life style without money, turned too using drugs too ease her pain. That left poor little Harley alone. Her mother was cruel under the influence, blaming her and her disgraceful looks, her black not blonde hair, her terrible eyes for their losses. Life was hard from the start, Harley struggled too even love herself truly let alone the monster she called a mother. She packed her bags and ran away from home. It only got tougher on the streets, fighting, struggling, and surviving became a day too day thing till she met the cult. Harley was hesitant too join, staying on the outskirts and acting violent towards those she didn't know. But that shell broke the closer she became too some, her joking, flirty, and sweet side showing through. When the Ice Age hit and they all went north she knew how too handle herself among the others and has promised herself too never be that weak again like she was when she was younger.
Other
*quietly pets my new child character*
Theme Song
Porcelain Black - Pretty Little Psycho

Source

[Name]
Natasha Raley
{Na-tash-uh Ray-lee}
[Age]
19 years old
[2 years, 9 months]
[Gender]
Female
[Breed]
Carpathian Sheepdog
Romanian Lineage
[Orientation]
Bisexual
{preference towards males}
[Pack]
Skoll
[Rank]
Hunter
[Appearance]
Human
Human Picture
(source found in picture)
As a human, Natasha mimics her dog form, though not as much in coloring as in build. Standing at an average 5' 5", she winds up shorter than most girls around her, especially those of her age or older. She has a relatively thin frame that's wired with muscle and long limbs for agility and quickness. With brown hair and browner eyes, Natasha overall has a soft and inviting face, her thin cupid's-bow lips almost always twitching with a smile.

Canine
{picture at top}
As a dog, Natasha is an average Carpathian female at 23" and 57 lbs. She has a long, fluffy overcoat that's characterized by a white base and silver-grey markings that follow her sides and shoulders, up her neck and ears, and down along her tail. There's a fine layer of black fur dusting over her back and sides as well as covering the tips of her ears and face. Her eyes retain the same chocolate coloring from her human side.
[Personality]
Natasha, although she can be quiet (and perceptive), is a very strong-willed and attentive female. Always willing to learn and striving for the best has led her to become quite a skilled canine, if not a dog with a tenacity to survive on willpower alone. Although a bit touchy and sometimes aggressive, Tasha is quite the compassionate and loyal companion. Ready to protect her friends and family until her last breath, she challenges any and every who dare harm those she cares for, and although she sometimes loses track of what's right, this is a canine worth fighting for. [She's a bit more complex than I can describe her, but that's the best I can do. Be prepared for a moody fluff with lots of varying opinions.]
[Family Relationships]
Astrid ~ Mother ~ believed to be deceased
Reed ~ Brother ~ unknown
(other siblings/relations are OPEN)
[Friend Relationships]
TBD
[Crush/Mate]
n/a
[History]
Natasha was born into the domestic life, beside her brothers and sisters. Her mother raised them with their human family and the pups were brought up as protectors and guides for their human counterparts. Natasha in particular took her job very seriously, and found it the hardest to leave when the blizzard came. She joined the Skoll pack in hopes that once they toughed things out, their might be humans left over for them to find and continue their duties.
[Other]
Kaleo ~ Way Down We Go

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Source

[Name]
Sebastian Grey
[Age]
28 years old
[approximately 5 years, 7 months]
[Gender]
Male
[Breed]
Tibetan Mastiff
[Orientation]
Bisexual
[Pack]
Hati
[Rank]
Epsilon (maybe Zeta?)
[Appearance]
Human
Human Picture
(source in picture)
As a human, Sebastian stands around 5'9" and has a broad set of shoulders that build into the rest of the muscles below. Alike to his dog, his hair is thick (but unlike his dog, it's also rather short) and black. With a good layering of scruff and beard but a rather young face, it isn't easy to guess Sebastian's age. His eyes are hazel.

Canine
(picture at top)
As a dog, Sebastian can be rather intimidating. He has a height of 29" and weighs in around 125 lbs. His fur is thick and long, and his pelt a solid black. While his build is thick and stocky, he's also rather tall, and all of the extra fluff he carries not only makes for good insulation but also a good "armor". His tail curls over his back almost permanently, and his eyes retain the hazel of his human.
[Personality]
Sebastian is a rather nonchalant, carefree person. He's mainly happy following orders, and doesn't really care much about what he's doing or why, for the most part. There are some boundaries he won't cross, as he has decent morals, but they are lesser than most. This male can be easily agitated and angered, and becomes aggressive when challenged for any reason (unless it's by a respected higher-up). He avoids confrontation with those stronger and more powerful than him (both in physical strength and ranking), but sometimes seeks out a good fight with those he sees fit for battle practice.
[Family Relationships]
Unknown
[Friend Relationships]
TBD
[Crush/Mate]
n/a
[History]
It's unknown where Sebastian came from or how he ended up with Hati, but he's been here for quite a number of years, and he's ready to follow his alpha into most anything.
[Other]
Beartooth ~ Hated

Name
Vincent Kingsman

“Vinny” “Vince” “Kingsman” “Dude with the amazing hair” “The dood that looks like a lady from behind.”

Age
“Age? Age doesn’t matter, you callin’ me old? Fight me. I’ll knock you out faster than blue cheese! Oh man, I would kill for some cheese.”

Gender
Male - although he was rather fine with wearing dresses to get people to go on dates with him.

Breed
Siberian Husky [30%] x Whippet [30%] x Border Collie [25%] x Golden Retriever [15%]

He’s basically just an average mutt.

Orientation
“Why do I need a label? It’s not like I can go bad…. hehe.”

Appearance
Canine
Standing at 22 inches at his shoulder and weighs at most 45 pounds. His fur is thick, dense, soft, and the fur on his ears is the only thing that gives a slight hint of his golden retriever ancestry because it ends in short, thick curls. The only other thing that says his GR ancestors is also the fact his fur is very water repellant. His eyes are a chilling blue color and his fur is white with a light golden hint to it giving him a golden ghostly color. With his mostly Siberian Husky heritage he resembles them the most and if looking at him from a distance one might just assume him a full blood husky. His whippet blood makes it rather easy for him to turn and dart quickly away - and if Vincents fur was all shaved off the fact he does have so much whippet in him will rear its head as without all his fur Vinny looks eerily build like one. Lean hard muscles build for speed and stamina.

Human
Built rather similar to his canine form, Vincent is lean with taunt dancing and volleyball proned muscles. He stands at 5’7 feet and weighs a rather light 148 pounds. His skin is a ghostly white color from years spent in colder weather, and lacks any blemishes, scars, or freckles. The only thing marring his skin is the thing he put there himself, a tattoo of a tribal black eagle is painted across his right hip sitting right on the waistband of his pants. It stretches from the jut of his hip bone across to just behind his right side, dipping down not even low enough to be covered by any boxers he may wear. His other tattoo is on the inside of his left forearm and is of a rattlesnake weaving through and around a human skull with a rather detailed rose filling up a blank space. It's not very large, yet not small and is rather inconspicuous considering it’s fading and was made in tribal art style. His ears are pierced but all he wears in them are small silver hoops that run right against the skin. Vincent’s face is delicately build with a small feminine nose, large eyes, and sharp, shapely eyebrows. His lips are full and are a light pink color, giving him and even more delicate appearance. Vinny doesn’t plan to inform anyone of his age - age is just a number after all, it only matters how you feel inside - but considering it’s almost as if he hasn’t aged since his high school graduation for the exception of the very light crow’s feet in the corners of his eyes caused by smiling. Dimples dot his cheeks when he’s smiling for real. He can be seen typically wearing a red trench coat with black buttons, collar, and other details. He typically wears a pair of well fitted black jeans and a pair of black mid-calf combat boots.

Personality
Energetic, spontaneous, and stubborn. Vinny is almost always bouncing off the walls with boundless amounts of energy, he can’t seem to sit still and will always be moving one part of his body. He seems to make it his life's goal to shock people in a variety of things, typically with reacting a way they weren’t expecting him to. This blonde is probably as stubborn as a mule and won’t give up long past the point any rational being would have.

Vinny has a rather tactical mind and easily reads body language from his time before the blizzard, meaning he may know exactly what you are going to do or say before you even do. This makes him a excellent scrappy fighter, although from his unblemished porcelain skin you wouldn’t think the weredog would even know the definition of fighting. Well he does, and with the way his body seems to move in an almost elegant, clean, smooth way it’s almost as hypnotizing as his dancing. Has Vinny mentioned he took dance classes? And played Volleyball. He was a very active child.

With a background of mixed colors and feelings, Vinny has grown from an seemingly invisible emotional wreck child to a rather well rounded adult - one may even say that he was among the first, if not the first, to accept that the blizzard was going to change everything about their lives...and Vinny accepted it with a brave grin and a jump in his step - after a brief collapse in his normal behavior of him freaking out about no longer being able to have a steady supply of hair gel. Guess he’ll just make the last five bottles he stashed in his belongs last until he can figure out how to make more. Now, figuring out how to make food first or hair gel? He will be constantly asking himself and others this question at an obnoxious rate.

To say Vincent is easily swayed by pretty words would be a blatant lie - he knows better after all, his older brother made sure of that - it would take an exhaustive amount of time to get this weredog to trust someone, and if you so happen to somehow destroy any trust you may have built in him then it is nearly impossible for you to do so again. If you do so manage to stay on his trusting side, you have earned yourself someone that will support you till the end and quite possibly someone that will tell you horrible puns and cheesy pick up lines.

Of course, all of this still doesn’t make up for the fact he basically curses likes a sailor.

Family Relationships
Once he graduated high school Vinny never spoke to his family again.

Friend Relationships
Vinny doesn’t have friends :(

Views

Bakar | “Your hand looks heavy, here let me hold it.” <-- one of the awkward attempts he will make at pickup lines.

Marcus | On the rare occasion the two are in seeing distance of each other Vincent will be hiding being Bakar O-o

Khriston | "Soooooo, how many people are in love with you?" Vincent see's him as a typical 'good boy.' Sure, he respects him as a leader...

Phineas Phoenix | Vincent wants to adopt him, can he? If not can Vincent teach him how to dance? He looks like he could be a dancer. He has the face.

Crush/Mate
“You know what's hot? Hot fudge. Mhm, that would be so gooood.”

History
Man Vincent grew up with tons of brothers, to the point I’m to lazy to name them all. Lets just say he had four older brothers, two younger brothers, and one younger sister. His parents were very busy - with each other not their eight kids. Anyway, he grew up in a household where they were completely forbidden to even speak on the subject of their shifted forms - his parents even went as far as to keep their children away from other shifters, and instead sent the lively bunch to various boarding schools teaching the kids to be great mindless servants of society. Of course, Vincent had always been a little different than his other siblings - what with the whole getting expelled from every private boarding school in Washington State, multiple across Canada, and quite a few in Alaska before he was even 8. Finally giving up on Vincent and allowing him to stay in their mansion taking home school until he reached the appropriate age of 11 on the condition he take dance class, fencing, and boxing classes as well. Of which he did, finding a burning passion of flame for dancing - something his mother seemed very keen on helping him excel even convincing his father to drop fencing and boxing as that would cause Vincent to gain too much bulk for the lean dancing muscles. Of course, Vincent’s father still wanted his son to do something so he introduced the young boy to the sport of Volleyball - and after promising his mother that of course his tap, ballet, swing, formal, and entrepreneur dance classes came before that of volleyball has Vincent found yet another activity he enjoyed immensely.

By the time Vincent was fourteen his parents had shipped him off to another private boarding school - this time to a place the young male wouldn’t get so distracted in, a school that focused on dance. Finding himself to still be full of energy even after school let out, Vincent did the only thing any normal high energy boy would do. Er, kinda. He made a volleyball club. And despite the brutal teasing of his brothers at home, Vincent easily balanced both of his passions. Good things don’t seem to last for Vincent though, and by the time he was graduating he was being forced to move back to his parents place so they could instill the ways of their family on him. Being as hardheaded as he was, Vincent never truly did give in to their ideals - but he did enjoy the house they bought him up north ; which is where he spent most of his time.

The moment the storm had been broadcasted out, Vincent received a call from his parents informing him that them and his siblings were headed to Mexico and he was free to join them as soon as possible. And yet Vincent never did follow them, and instead watched everyone from the city he knew - and those he didn’t know - move out and also head south… but in Vinny’s bones he knew his place was here. In this city despite the fact it was basically deserted now. Getting to work, he used his rather wide skill set to break into buildings and take what he needed before the storm hit.

Other
<3 Loner


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Name
Andrew “Andy” Kirkland

Age
22 years old

Gender
Male

Breed
Bernese Mountain Dog [100%]

Orientation
Pansexual + Demiromantic

Pack
Skoll Pack

Rank
I doubt he’d be secondary - he’s too easily forgotten. So let's just go with warrior ^^”

Appearance
Canine
Standing at exactly two feet at the shoulder and weighs at eighty pounds even. His fur is a thick black, white, and brown - with dark smokey orangish-amber eyes that almost appear to have red flecks in certain lighting.. He lacks any noticeable things about his dog form other than his breed's standard. Andy’s just an average guy, er… dog.

Human
Standing at an average of 5’9 and at the weight of 175 pounds he lands right at ‘average.’ A word that has followed him around for ever. He has dark chestnut brown hair - one shade darker and it'd be black, although when wet it is black - that is short in the back and longer that swoops to the right side in an adorable wave of bangs that show his naturally wavy hair from the slight curl at the end of his bangs. He has wide set shoulders, prominent collar bone, with an equal amount of leg length as abdomen length. Andrew enjoys wearing baggy cargo pants, a thick dark blue hoodie with old worn letters that are ineligible now, he also wears sleek black high tops. His eyes are his most shocking thing as they are the same color as his dog form - a dark smokey orangish - amber color with a reddish hue that seems to shock people when they realize he’s there. His well loved baggy hoodie and baggy pants hide a rather well built male, with well defined abs that might just border on ‘chiseled.’ He also is capable of easily lifting things up to 200 pounds. His face would simple be described as ‘average’ from his pale skin that has a slight tanned hint. As a child he had freckles all across his chest, back, shoulders, face, and arms but they all seemed to have faded as he aged. If someone pointed out a shiny object sitting in his mouth he’ll just shrug in response - not his fault that they didn’t put two and two together of his tongue piercing.

Personality
average
Nothing better suits Andrew than this word, he’s the typical guy everyone meets and forgets about when something good happens. Went out to a concert of Andrew’s favorite band and asked another friend to go with you rather than Andrew? That’s ok, Andrew forgives you - hopefully you had fun! Went to a carnival with all of your shared friends, but forgot to send a text to Andrew? That’s ok! Andrew was happy to spend the night watching netflix! Going out with someone Andrew likes? So long as you’re happy! Andy is simply average.

forgettable
Andrew is forgettable. He’s the type of person you talk to one day and forget exists the next - the type you so calmly walk by and never actually see. As a child he had been a bit sensitive to his nonexistent aura but as he grew he basically gave up on trying to get people to notice him. Maybe it’s better to be invisible?

He’s a friendly guy, with a nice smile but still can’t seem to make a lot of friends. Andy’s also a bit insecure about himself - a reason why he always wears baggy clothes. He’s a completely laid back with an almost non-existent temper, with his only trigger of anger being someone being rude to Khris or mini-Khris - err, Khris’ younger brother Bastion. Andrew’s not a confident guy and is simply just there in the background. He’s the type of person that will hand away his happiness for someone else. Andrew had always been interested in the art of healing - but he knows better than to ask if he could join their ranks he’s thick furred, he has to be outside.

Once Andy knows you remember his name and face he will make an effort to make sure you always remember it - to the point he will befriend you. Once close to him he's quite energetic and will probably always be touching you. Although by that point in the friendship if you say something seriously hurtful (he's capable of rolling it off his shoulders if you're being playful) about him he will take it to heart much quicker than anyone elses words.

Family Relationships
Unknown family

Friend Relationships
Khriston Onze | Other than the fact Andrew has been in love with him for like ever, they are childhood friends.

Phineas Phoenix | The only person Andrew ever told of his long time unrequited love - their relationship is... indescribable.

Views
Paris | She's quite polite, Andrew isn't sure if she remembers his name though.

Mei | Definitely doesn't remember his name.

Vincent | How has he survived alone? Andrew doubts he knows his name... or his face.

Bakar | Why is he so big??

Marcus | Fooor the fiiiirst tiiime in fooooreeevvverrr, Andrew actually gave this guy a look over - ok so he was checking him out, it's been a really long time since he even thought of anyone but Khriston. If only Marcus wasn't so aggressive... and yanno. Remembered his name.

Harley | He doesn't know much about her - other than the fact she's quite flirty. Doubts she remembers him.

Eva | He doesn't know much about her either - at least he knows her name.

(he makes an effort to memorize everyone's names and faces, and any details he can uncover about them.)

Crush/Mate
He’s been in love with Khris since ninth grade of high school, not that Khris knows that of course.

History
Andrew grew up on the streets, his only family being the homeless people that would give him a wide range of smiles ranging from bittersweet to nutty to downright horrible. He would switch from his dog form to human form depending on his goal of the day - typically being in his dog form when attempting to steal things. He was caught one day in his human form by a police officer at the age of eight and forced to live in the town's orphanage. Growing older, it was rather difficult for Andrew to make friends - they would simply forget him. At least that was until he met Khriston - forming a rather quick friendship with the other shifter. When the two admitted to each other that they were shifters in eighth grade they merely just got closer in friendship. That was until Andy realized a year later that his feelings for Khris went much beyond that of friendship - something that utterly terrified him but that still didn’t stop him from spending time with the only friend he had even known. Andrew had attempted to inform Khris of his feelings quite a few times in their senior year - each attempt failing horribly and hurting Andy each time more and more until he finally stopped trying to tell Khris. When the other male said he was going to go north for the storm Andy simply nodded - no words were needed. They both already knew Andy would follow Khris no matter where he went. Even now Andy knows it's just a matter of time before Khris finds someone he likes and forgets about Andrew - but so long as Khris is happy Andrew will happily step aside for him.

Other
-tips head to side-

Name
Molly Corteze
Age
Twenty Nine
Gender
Female
Breed
Tibetan Mastiff [75%] x Irish Wolfhound [25%]
Orientation
Aromantic x Pansexual
Pack
Hati
Rank
[Epsilon or Gamma]
Appearance
Dog Molly bears a strong resemblance to her twin, Marcus, especially in dog form. She stands at just under twenty nine inches and weighs one hundred forty eight pounds, she's bulked up quite a bit since joining the cult, but she was already one hundred fifteen pounds thanks to bone density and natural muscles. She's got a broad frame with an especially large rib cage, but her face and legs are a bit more wolfhound. Her tail wraps around and rests along her back. Her fur is long and thick with a wire-haired wave to it, it especially hangs around her neck like a collar of fur. She's entirely black, like all members of Hati, however her paws and chest have a couple dark brown hairs mixed in. Her eyes are a bright amber color that both stand out and blend with her fur. 

Human As a human, Molly is able to look down on some of her peers at approximately six feet and weighs in at one hundred eighty five pounds. She's got a very sturdy build with broad shoulders and a fair amount of muscle definition, but has an otherwise feminine form with a fair amount of cleavage, lightly pinched waist, and wide hips. Her face is heart shaped and while generally round, she has a very strong jawline. Her lips are thick and heart shaped, able to twist into the most pouty of pouts. Her eyes are closer to brown with a a dash of amber that makes them look just slightly unnatural. Her hair is just as dark as her pelt with very little in the way of natural highlights. It's thick and falls to her back in long ruffle-like waves which she likes to keep in a neat(-ish) braid. Her skin is naturally a dark tan, nearly brown.
Personality
Around her brother Molly still plays the innocent, although her performance as of late has been very halfhearted, but her solution to this is to occasionally pull London in on her act. Out of his sight she's much more open, language-wise, and can be quite the character with a thrill seeking nature and enjoyment of flirtations. However considering Marcus' opinion of those who wish to pursue a relationship with her or her sister, she either stops things from going very far or lets them deal with her brother and nurture her sadist side. Speaking of relationships, Molly is very sociable and gets along well with others, but tends to keep everyone who isn't related or close to the family at an arms length. This doesn't stop her from wanting to know about their personal lives, but she'll get defensive if her own is inquired about. Following in suit with the pack's general characteristics, she's a born fighter with little to no sense of mercy, thinking that the weak should be put out of their misery rather than be left to live. She occasionally goes after the Etas, but prefers to take out her frustrations on outsiders.
Family Relationships
Marcus "Ragnarok" Corteze | Twin Brother | Tibetan Mastiff x Irish Wolfhound | (~Shiba-Keeba~) (#39277)
London Corteze | Twin Sister | Tibetan Mastiff x Irish Wolf Hound | Open
Jessie Corteze | Mother | Tibetan Mastiff | Unknown
Jack Corteze | Father | Irish Wolfhound x Tibetan Mastiff | Deceased
Friend Relationships
Open [adding views/opinions later]
Crush/Mate
Open / (ಠ ʖ̯ ಠ)
History
Same deal as Marcus, although she wasn't as involved in the cult until she was older and found her place amongst the others.
Other
My House by Kids of 88 - Is it alright if I play as Marcus' sister? I'm adding a character for the Skoll pack later.

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Name
Age
Gender
Breed
Karelian Bear Dog
Orientation
Pack
Skoll
Rank
Hunter
Appearance
Dog
Human
Personality
Family Relationships
Friend Relationships
Crush/Mate
History
Other

Name
Russell “Rusty” Stidolph

Age
35

Gender
Male

Breed
Siberian Husky

Orientation
Homosexual + Homoromantic

Pack
Skoll

Rank
Healer

Appearance

Dog;
Rusty is a medium sized dog with a thick, bright red and white coat that insulates him against the frigid temperatures that the earth now suffers from. The white of his coat makes a widow’s peak on his forehead and covers most of the rest of his face, trickling down to his chest and stomach and ending at his claws and the tip of his bushy tail. His almond-shaped eyes are a deep amber color that almost match his round, liver nose. There are many scars hidden beneath his light-hearted eyes and long fur, ones he’d rather not speak of. Height wise, Rusty comes up to around 24 inches tall, and weighs in about 60 pounds.

Human;
If it weren’t for his normally light personality, Rusty would be a lot more intimidating for his size. He stands in at 6’5’’, and weighs somewhere in the 200-pound range. Most of this weight comes from muscle that he built as a soldier during the last war. Despite spending much of the time in a desert during his deployment, he still has extremely fair skin with freckles that dot across his nose. He swears there are more of them since his time in the deserts. His hair is red and messy, pretty much always looking like he has bed head and he simply can’t get it to stay in place, especially now that there isn’t any hair gel to be found. He also has a stubbly beard that he has managed to keep trimmed with a pocket knife.

Personality
Despite formerly being in the U.S. Military, specifically the Marines, most would describe Rusty as a friendly, laid-back person that doesn’t like things to be too serious all the time. He enjoys being able to relax and joke around with people, and he especially likes dumb jokes like, “Where does a boat go when it’s sick?”

Rusty isn’t always so content, however. When a situation comes up—a broken leg, a severed finger, anything that screams emergency—he shifts into a calm, collected demeanor. He won’t yell, but he will firmly tell someone to go fetch a scaple or a roll of bandages. Questioning him will get you reminded that you don’t have much time, and that this patient needs help now, so kindly do as you’re asked or get out.

Family Relationships
Unknown.

Friend Relationships
Phineas Phoenix [Potato Lord]

Crush
Phineas Phoenix

History
Rusty grew up in a rough neighborhood, and while he had no particular interest in fighting, he couldn’t go a block down the road without getting jumped. Over time, despite his hatred of battle remaining, he decided that his learned skills might be useful in protecting his country, and he entered the Marine Corps soon after finishing high school.

Not everything is pleasant in the military. In fact, things rarely are. For a long time, he did well, and he felt that he was truly defending the people had had left behind. One day, the squadron he was assigned to was sent to a small village where terrorists were said to be living. They didn’t find any, but the leading officer was convinced that the people of the village were harboring them, and demanded that everyone be killed.

Russell was shocked. His commanding officer was once a close friend of his, and he had never expected to hear such a thing from his companion. The two of them entered a house together, and the officer shot a mother in front of her young son. He tugged at her arm and cried, begging her to get up, and then Rusty was told to shoot the child. An icy finger crawled down his spine, but he knew that everyone else in the village would be killed, and leaving the child alive would only cause suffering. He lifted his gun and fired, leaving the kid lying on the floor next to his mother. When he got out of the service, he went into the medical field instead, and now serves as a healer for the Skoll Pack.

Other
He has PTSD due to formerly being in the military.