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Name
Jukka (Yook-ka)

Breed
Greenland Dog

Gender
Male

Age
3 1/2 years

Position
Team Dog

Family
None

Strengths/Weaknesses
+ Playful
+ (Mostly) level headed
- Food aggressive
- Impatient

Personality
Jukka has somewhat of a split personality. He tends towards being very playful with others and, like most dogs bred to sled, has an intense amount of energy. Outside of this harness, this can mean low impulse control and patience from him. He's also a glutton and can be downright vicious if someone tries to take his food away. When he's not around food, however, he's extremely sweet and nice and tries to be helpful. When in the harness, his demeanor changes yet again and he listens better, has good instincts for where to step and takes his job completely seriously. This dog absolutely lives to mush.

Appearance
The first thing you note about Jukka is that his black is incredibly shiny and beautiful. Next to that is stark white riding all the way up his legs, along his belly, chest, neck and the front of his muzzle and along the under side of his tail so that it looks like he's just gone playing in the snow. He does have cream points that fade to white and mix in with his white spotting. He also has white in a pyramid shape on the back of his neck and very thin snip going up his nose.

History
Jukka was purchased from a well-known breeder in Greenland who was famous for the high quality of their dogs. He comes from some of the best lines and had the benefit of being trained by said breeder until he was 3 years old, at which point he had been bought specifically for this expedition. He did not get much time to work with and get to know the team before being thrown onto the boat but he shows great promise..


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"The deep and lovely dark, we'd never see the stars without it."
Name:
Moza
Gender:
Female
Breed:
Greenland Dog
Age:
6 Yrs~4Mnths
Position:
Wheel Dog
Family:
N/A
Strengths:
~Loyal
~Level Headed/Calm/Thoughtful
~Empathetic
~Observant
Weaknesses:
~ Overly Optimistic
~ Deliberate / Not a Quick Thinker/ Very Cautious
~ Uncommunicative
~Stubborn

Note that some of weaknesses can act as strengths and some strengths as weaknesses depending on the situation. It also must be noted that these qualities do not sum up this character...she has many other qualities these are just the most notable.
Personality:
Moza is a calm creature who is not struck uncomfortable in the presence of silence...indeed this striking female often enjoys time alone though she is not uncomfortable with being with other canines. Loyal almost to a fault Moza displays her love without apology by action more often than word. Often times conversation has to be instigated as this powerfully built female is more at home listening, rather than chattering...which can sometimes come across as uncommunicative especially when she decides to act on her rather independent disposition without talking to others. Moza is not the flame in the dark, the spark in the eye, or the shout in the silence... instead she is the dark behind the flame, the iris behind the spark, the silence supporting the shout.
RP Sample:
Moza was in her master's tent. It was an expressly forbidden action, as not even the lead sled dog's were allowed the luxury found in the lukewarm den. The female would not normally disobey the laws of both master and sled team, especially since she had only been a part of this team for a month or two...but she worried about her master. His shouts during the day had been delayed, his gait shakier, his focus off kilter...and he had not fed the team the night before. This was not abnormal behavior, sometimes he had his reasons for skipping a meal...perhaps he was simply running low on supplies like usual in this barren landscape. Loyalty though, and a deep warmth for the kind old man, had the mahogany patched female nose her way within the tent and approach Master with a low-pitched wine. His breathing was strained, and he smelled heavily of human sweat...this was not a good sign. When he turned his face towards her his pupils were unfocused, but still held the same warmth as ever before even if his voice held a slip of fear.

"Berr, buddy, I am afraid. I fear I am dying. I always thought I would pass away with the company of friends, family...not the cold barren ground and lonely wind."

Moza recognized the name, though she had never met the owner...supposedly one of the best sled dogs Master had ever had the pleasure of knowing. The female could not understand everything the old man said...but she could tell he was afraid...and perhaps a bit sad. Large paws would carry the female over to the man's side where she rubbed her head gently against his side before lying down beside the bedside.

"Hah...I guess I have you though, don't I? Have I ever told you what a good dog you have been Berr? You are a very good dog. Good Dog."

The man's voice would fade as he fell into a restless sleep his hand fallen off the bedside to tangle within Moza's winter coat. He was the best owner Moza had ever had...he had never risen a hand in her direction, had always had a appreciative word even if he did not notice her as much as he did the other sled dogs. He was her friend....and the sled dog loved him deeply. He would be okay.

The female did not even think to tell the others of the Master's condition.

Name:
Dixie
Gender:
Female
Breed:
Siberian Husky
Age:
5 years
Position:
Team Dog
Family:
OPEN
Strengths:
Dixie is patient in the hardest situations, she can get herself out of almost anything with her strange way of thinking, and she stays loyal to her team.
Weaknesses: 2-3
She's not the fastest dog on the team, and she's way too stubborn for her own good.
Personality:
This female is very calm in the hardest of situations, she loves the sound of silence, but she also loves the chitter-chatter of noise. Strangely, Dixie doesn't like to be alone and she will whine and howl if separated from her teammates that is like family to her. The red female loves to meet new dogs and people, she is very cheerful and will lick a human to death. Though she is rather hesitant around males, Dixie wants a family one day before she passes away.

RP Sample:
"One day, you pups will be apart of a sled team yourselves." A Gray-Wolf-looking, purebred husky whispered to her seven puppies as she lifted her head to watch her silver-coated mate and his team mush away into the snow to deliver the mail. The silver male was much older than she was, and the puppies in front of her were her second litter of offspring. She loved them dearly and she had named all seven carefully...

Snunuk frowned when she counted her offspring and she then sighed, noticing there was a tiny red female missing from the litter. The puppy she had named Dixie loved adventure, and knowing her daughter she probably went after her father, Bandit. "Dixie!" She howled in irritation, a couple minutes later the small female came running back into the den.

Tank

"The vision to see, the faith to believe, and the will to do will take you anywhere you want to go."

GENDER
Masculine

BREED
Alaskan Malamute

AGE
6 years, 6 months

POSITION
Wheel Dog

PERSONALITY
Living a life tainted by loss, Tank is very aggressive, an intimidating and impressive fighter, with a personality alike to that of an army general. Tough and merciless, he's not one to show any sign of mercy or submissiveness. If he has a legitimate reason, this fearless brute will take on any opponent and will rush into a fight, though his strength and size is very helpful. Lacking fear overall, there is but one thing he does fear; losing someone he loves. Whether it be romantic, friend-wise, or family-wise, this dog fears he'll lose whoever he cares for. Therefore, he's incredibly protective and would do anything for a loved one. Given his slightly short temper, Tank is a quick-to-fight brute and, due to his large size and strength, he can almost always cause damage on another if he attacks. He's very aggressive and is very likely to attack a predator or challenging if he has a reason, quick to jump with claws out and teeth bared if he or someone he cares for is injured, threatened, or hurt at all, often causing damage on his opponent. Hence the name Tank. Despite all this, he's an extremely loyal individual and, once he's committed to someone or something (a pack, or loved one), nothing can keep him from remaining loyal and devoted to them. For example: the sledteam.

Tank is also very un-trusting and reserved, and it takes a long time and a lot of effort for someone to enter this male's heart. Although this is true, if someone does manage to break through the stone surrounding his cold heart, he is one of the most passionate and devoted males on the team, able to hold those dear to him very close.

Despite all his bad traits, joining the sled team has made Tank a bit more trusting and caring. He would never hurt another dog on the team - unless he absolutely needed to - and makes sure to push his aggression onto hunting or something like that. He's devoted his mind and body to the team and cares for the other sled dogs, regardless of how little he shows it.

APPEARANCE
A fearsome - yet attractive - male with an black top coat and a white undercoat, plus a white kinda heartish-shaped marking on his face that spreads the white down his neck and to the undercoat. Along with this, the fearsome brute has terrifying and intimidating pale blue eyes that tend to observe his surroundings. Standing at a fearsome 30 inches (at the shoulder) and weighing at a startling 90 pounds (a lot of it muscle), Tank is certainly larger than most in the team, and is typically a beast of a male, with an immense amount of strength, like his father before him. He has rippling muscles like stone to the touch, earned from violent and rather aggressive training given to him in preparation for joining the sled team. Due to his size and intimidating figure, Tank is a canine known to strike fear into others, having a fearsome appearance. In addition to his other fierce qualities, this large male has elongated, razor sharp canine teeth. This broad-shouldered male has a few scars on his body from the many battles he has fought, including one down across his eye that he received from a bobcat, a long one down/across the left side of his neck, three faint claw marks on his left back leg, and a small, barely noticeable one across his dorsal bridge (nose). Tank also has other various scars on his pelt, but none as significant as the ones mentioned before. Despite all the scars Tank wears, the brute is still an attractive brute, though he does appear as a fearsome and intimidating brute- his name, scars, piercing eyes, knife sharp teeth, and his massive, muscular body all making this so.

FAMILY
Jupiter [Father - Hate] [Deceased; Tank]
"I hope you rot in hell, you bastard!"

Lilith [Mother - Love / Grief] [Deceased; Jupiter]
"I'm so sorry, mother..."

Violet [Little Sister - Love / Protects] [Alive] [OPEN]
Pm me if interested in playing her. Name can be changed.

STRENGTHS
~ Physically Powerful
~ Intelligent
~ Strategic

WEAKNESSES
~ Aggressive
~ Overprotective
~ Reserved

RELATIONSHIPS
~ Siblings: Violet | OPEN | Name can change | PM me

~ Crush: No female | OPEN | PM me

~ Enemy: No male | OPEN | PM me

VIEWS
Tyrian
"Although analytical, you are a very loyal leader and I will respect you."
Akira
"You're very calm and a very good lead dog. I respect you."
Nukka
"You haven't been on the team long, but from what I've seen of you, your incredibly obedient and I admire that. But you have invaded my personal space once or twice."
Aatu
"I find your loyalty and obedience admirable, but your lack of independence bugs me just a bit."
Jukka
"I don't know exactly what to say about this one. You're the youngest of the team, mate."
Dixie
"Quite the stunning one. I admire your loyalty and intelligence."
Moza
"My fellow wheel dog, I respect you and find I trust you a bit more than the others, since I work alongside you everyday."

RP Sample:
( this isn't related to the sled dog roleplay itself.. Does it have to? )

Hades padded in the hunting part of their territory, planning on catching a decent meal for some feline in the pride. Sure, he was the Beta, but that didn't mean he couldn't hunt. Besides, when was hunting a bad thing? Food was always needed, and extra food was even better. And also, he had woken up earlier, as was normal for the incredibly large leopard, and he had decided to go hunting. It was typically his daily routine, and pretty much every snow leopard in the pride knew he did this. The sun hasn't risen yet, so he still had some time to hunt before he started heading back. The wind gently ruffled his fur as he walked on the snowy arctic floor in the part of the territory where the pride mostly hunted. But, sniffing and observing the ground before him, a good sized adolescent female caribou soon caught this cat's sharp eye and he crouched to the ground, his tail above the ground. Stalking the caribou, he got closer until he couldn't go any father without being noticed. Then he ran and pounced, claws digging into its back as his powerful jaws latched onto its neck, biting hard. In a matter of moments, the massive feline had thrashed and pulled until he and the beast slowly toppled to the ground. On the ground, the brute bit and killed it with his powerful bite, making sure it was dead before standing up.

Seeing the sun begin to rise, the fearsome snow leopard began dragging his kill back to camp, knowing he should be there when the morning began. Not really any feline was awake yet at the moment, so he's most likely get there before the pride got up. Soon enough, he arrived back home and traveled into the camp and observed it, his theory correct as it was mostly empty. He then brought the dead adolescent caribou to the prey pile, setting him down carefully. Eyes landing on the Beta's den, he would latch his jaws onto the deer and take a huge chunk out of the meat before heading inside, eating his share. Once the pride would begin waking up, he'd walk back outside to greet everyone, his usual greeting. He looked for Azule, the Queen, and his best friend, as he stood up straight, towering over most. Statistically, he was the tallest leopard in the Pack and had a very terrifying appearance.

Name: Tyrian
Gender: Male
Breed: Norwegian Elkhound
Age: Six years old
Rank: Lead dog
Family: None yet!
Strengths: Patient
Intelligent
Weaknesses: Impulsive
Analytical

Personality: Tryian is an alert, bold, loyal and friendly dog, although he can be somewhat reserved with strangers. Like most northern breeds, this male does have a mind of his own and he tends to be an independent thinker. However, he is still quite affectionate and unwaveringly loyal towards the team, having taken them on as his family. Unlike some of the other dogs on the team, Tyrian was not bred for sled work. Instead he was bred for guarding and hunting, meaning he is naturally watchful and protective. He was chosen by the musher in an attempt to breed for hardier, longer lived sled dogs before the human's unfortunate passing.

Because he is a hunting dog, Tyrian is very analytical. He will often spend too much time considering every aspect of a decision before making it, which others sometimes find annoying. However once he has made a decision, it is very hard to sway him from it. This male can also be very impulsive when emotions are involved, reacting with his heart rather than his head. This is something he tries to stop from happening, but he isn't often successful.

Appearance: An oversized example of his breed, Tyrian stands at just above 24 inches at his shoulders and weighs 60 pounds. He has a double coat common to nordic breeds, with his dense undercoat ranging from deep black at his muzzle, ears and the tip of his tail and fading to silver on his legs, tail and underbody. His longer guard hairs are tipped in black, giving him a mottled appearance. His tail curls tightly over his back and is held high in almost any situation he is faced with.

History: Musher had searched tirelessly for the perfect breed to mix with his prized sled dogs to make them hardier, healthier and more multi-purpose. He decided that Norwegian Elkhound fit this niche, and set out to find the perfect breeder. Finally he found one that was breeding champion hunting dogs with the temperament he was looking for, and he contacted them!

Tyrian was born to the breeder's top performing dogs and was the oldest in his litter. Having been spoken for even before his birth, the male was put into training for sled work as soon as he was old enough to safely leave his parents and litter mates. When he was picked up by Musher at 13 weeks old, Tyrian had already been introduced to the sled, the traces and frigid temperatures in an attempt to prepare him for him future.