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 Anarch ★ (#43404) View Forum Posts  Posted on 2020-10-10 00:13:18 |
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Anarch ★ (#43404)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2020-10-10 21:45:24 |
 Click for credit. "Whatever it was that made me what I am, I thought I should stay around and be that." Name: Mox Meaning: "2" in Chinook Jargon. Age: 4 years, 5 months. Gender: Female. Orientation: Asexual, Panromantic. Breed(s): Dalmatian. Rank: Alpha. Personality: Calm, kind, gloomy, intolerant. Down to earth, kind, and somewhat melancholy. Mox is easy to get along with and hard to make angry. She takes every moment in stride and tries to find some sort of light out of every dark situation. Her personable demeanor and seemingly never-ending smile around others easily hides the more sorrowful side to her. Some situations, however small, can overwhelm her with feeling. Though she rarely ever lets it break her. All of this bottling of her emotions has taken a tole. From time to time she will randomly burst into tears, usually when she finds a moment to be by herself. Chillingly calm, but outspoken, she is the more level-headed of her four siblings. She is a dependable friend and colleague, as well as a trusted leader. Though he cares for all of her pack deeply, she is quite closed-off about her personal dealings. More than happy to be a shoulder to cry on, but more likely to depend on herself when she's in need of a friend. This closed-off way of dealing with her problems leads to more stress building up in her daily life, which in turn directly affects her leadership skills. To combat this, she allots specific time to herself throughout the day to let off steam. More full of knowledge than experience, sometimes she can be too quick to make a decision. She stands firmly by the teachings of her father and can be quite stubborn if her ways are questioned. This same stubborn nature is present in her judgement of others. Those who have slighted the pack in some way are quick to lose her favor, and the struggle of trying to regain it is an endless battle. Her bluntness towards these individuals can seem stark and out of character for her, but the same voice she uses to soothe a fellow pack member can be heard casting another to their doom. Appearance: Height: 22 inches. Weight: 40 lbs. Slim and streamlined, she is on the shorter side of her breed's spectrum. Her coat is a typical stark white, sleek, and covered in blotches. Her markings are dark liver in colour, as is the skin on her nose, paws, and around her eyes. Her irises are a shockingly bright electric blue. Her gaze is typically kind, steadfast, and calm. Her coat is free from blemishes or scars. She bears the muted scent of marjoram and spearmint, both herbs she regularly uses to relieve stress. She can be seen wearing the silvery-black pelt of a fox across her back in the colder seasons. On her right shoulder is the bright blue symbol of her rank, painted on with mica and touched up occasionally by the group's zetas. History: Mox was born to the former alphas of Comox Lemolo, Tyee and Tenas. She was one of four, the smallest of the litter and the one expected not to survive. Her puphood was a struggle. She was riddled with sickness and constantly attended to by the pack's Zeta. Her weak body meant she couldn't romp with her siblings, so instead she trailed along at the heels of her father and mother. Ever present in her parent's dealings, she grew into adolescence with a firm understanding of pack life. Her father took her under his wing, and she unintentionally began retaining the information he shared with her about becoming a leader. As she grew stronger, she took up the role of lambda in the pack. A scout of sorts, she would go collect intel from other packs and deliver messages for her parents. She was the first to learn of the virus, though she passed it off as another seasonal bug. How wrong she was. Mox was present to see her pack begin to deteriorate around her, then her family. Her mother fell ill first, bitten by one of the elder psi. She chose to leave to keep the others safe, but her sacrifice was in vain. Tysee was wounded by a rabid coyote soon after, quickly descending into the madness as well. Before he lost himself he gave over the role to Mox and two other trusted dogs. It was Mox who banished her father from the pack's lands. Though necessary, the experience still pains her to this day. As the virus ravished the land, Mox more or less forced the pack to leave. Leaving their home behind was as much of a blessing as it was a curse. The dogs were no longer used to the harshness of nature and many were lost early on in the trek. These losses never waivered her, and she still stands firm in the decision to move on. Relationships: Love Interest(s): None. Relatives: Tenas - Mother - Deceased. Tyee - Father - Deceased. Lakit - Brother - Alive. Klone - Brother - Alive. - Open to adopt. Ixt - Sister - Alive. - Open to adopt. Other: Open to friends/enemies/etc. Contact me in OOC!! Other: Theme "I'm tired and I think I want to go home, So let's go and get started." 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 20/10/20 @ 21:56:16 by Anarch ⭐ (#43404) |
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Anarch ★ (#43404)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2020-10-10 22:20:35 |
 Click for credit. "Anger was better than weeping." Name: Lakit Meaning: "4" in Chinook Jargon. Age: 4 years, 5 months. Gender: Male. Orientation: Demisexual, Homoromantic. Breed(s): Dalmatian. Rank: Lambda. Personality: Protective, soft, confrontational, feisty. Abrasive and ill-tempered on the surface, Lakit can be icy cold to those he doesn't know. He is a stoic canine for the most part, but argumentative if you've slighted him somehow. His angry spats are usually short lasting, however, and he doesn't hold grudges like most. His gruff exterior is only masking the softer parts of his personality. He is fiercely protective of those he holds dear to his heart and can get quite aggressive if he feels as though his companions are in danger. He can be kind at times, and begrudgingly has a soft spot for the weak. Opinionated, Lakit doesn't take well to being spoken over. His biggest pet peeve is being ignored and he will go to great lengths to be heard. His soft spot for the young, old, and timid has gotten him into quite a few spats in the past. Though he isn't one to go rushing into battle, he would gladly do so for another dog. His cold nature is mostly a façade and can easily be melted away with a little effort, but don't expect some sort of sweet personality to arise. Caring but unable to show it for the most part, Lakit's friends and family will have to settle with his odd way of showing affection. Bluffing is one of his strong suits. He would much rather threaten than actually get into a physical altercation. These threats usually have no meaning behind them and once you've realized that, it's easy to shrug them off. Behind all of that show he is a relatively calm, almost lazy, dog. He enjoys sleeping in a bit later than most and would much rather laze about then spend his energy doing something useful. Once he's gotten used to you, this mellow temperament is quick to reveal itself. Though it's a nice change of pace from his growls, it can prove to be just as troublesome. Where he shines the brightest is his resilience and ability to adapt. Having come from a shaky background, he is used to the constant shift in his surroundings. Despite his outspoken nature, he would rather bite his tongue than complain about his own wellbeing. He can take quite a beating without so much as a whimper and he hates to admit defeat. Appearance: Height: 24 inches. Weight: 55 lbs. Tall, muscular, and blocky are good terms to use to describe Lakit. He is your average Dalmatian, sporting a black and white spotted coat. His patterns are dark, speckled with white hairs, and more mottled than average. His eyes are a very dark, chocolatey brown. He strays on the heavier-than-average side of his weight all year round, though most of this weight is made of muscle. It's common to see Lakit with an annoyed or angry expression on his face. These menacing features are backed up by a body littered with scars, mostly on his shoulders, face, and front legs. He wears a thick, black, leather collar covering most of his neck. It's also common to see him with a leather vest on, pockets filled with crude knives. Etched over his left eye in rusty orange is the symbol of the lambda. He smells strongly of myrrh, pine, and the earth. These scents being picked up from his excursions through the woodlands. History: Lakit was one of four pups born to the former leaders, the largest and the last. He was a free spirit in his youth, his puphood filled with much mischief and adventures. He would lead his other siblings into danger quite often, and ended up being scolded by his parents just as often. It was clear at a young age that he was going to be trouble, and trouble he was. His adolescence was filled with uncertainty. He butted heads with the older members of the group, finding himself being reprimanded by his father on a daily basis. His excursions into the woods grew more and more often, resulting in him coming home bloody and bruised. All of this behavior bottlenecked into one particular outburst where he attacked another lambda, and his father was forced to outcast him from the Lemolo Pack. Lakit's exile didn't last long. His mother vetoed the decision and came looking for him, eventually convincing him to return, but things were never the same. His relationship with his father was tarnished, as well as his relationship within the pack. He spent the next few years with the omega ranking, working to make up for his misdeeds. Though he no longer carriers the shame of the title, he still finds himself ostracized from the rest of the group. The virus did little to change him, but the loss of his mother caused him to revert even more into himself. Having lost the faith of his father and siblings, she was the only remaining family he felt supported him. Even more cold now, he cares little about his former home and where they are going. Relationships: Love Interest(s): None. Relatives: Tena - Mother - Deceased. Tyee - Father - Deceased. Mox - Sister - Alive. Klone - Brother - Alive. - Open to adopt. Ixt - Sister - Alive. - Open to adopt. Other: Open to friends/enemies/etc. Contact me in OOC!! Other: Theme "We're all right, we're okay. Face a fear, the unknown." 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 20/10/20 @ 21:46:27 by Anarch ⭐ (#43404) |
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silverclouds (#206440)
Wanderer View Forum Posts Posted on 2020-10-12 05:53:56 |
"i am burdened with glorious purpose." 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 13/10/20 @ 04:31:04 by Silverstar is tired (#206440) |
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AtlasMoth (#130870)
Heavenly View Forum Posts Posted on 2020-10-12 13:39:49 |
Name: Amos Age: 4 Years, 1 month Gender: male Orientation: Homosexual/Gay Breed(s): Doberman Rank: Lambda Personality: Amos is deeply loyal to Comox Lemolo, and is prone to aggression if he feels there is a threat to his pack- in these trying times more than ever. However, in peacetime, or among his own pack, he is relatively agreeable/amicable albeit snarky. He is a little bit of a doormat to higher-ups or other dogs from Pack Lemolo he considers 'smarter' than him- but god help any other dog that tries to order him around, especially loners. Amos primarily acts based off his own intuition, or as he calls it "a hunch". He's definitely a here-and-now kind of dog, who often acts on what's in front of him and sometimes neglects the big picture. Still relatively immature in dealing with his emotions, often ‘forgetting’ to be silent where it would be proper or being unabashedly emotional. As a result, he’s a bad liar and has trouble hiding his emotions or reactions to things, but is always ready to act and can follow through with rapidly changing plans as quick as they come. Appearance: Short and thick black fur covering a lean body with a muscular shoulders and legs. Amos has docked ears, but his tail is still long and often twitches unconsciously when he's anxious or frustrated. Tannish-chestnut fur marks his paws (reaching about 1/3 of the way up on his legs), his inner ear, and chest. The same colour fur marks his face, resembling two eyebrow spots as well as streaking his muzzle, coming down slightly to his throat. He has dark amber eyes, under his right, there is a long, thin scar running horizontally across his cheekbone area and slightly over the bridge of his muzzle. Amos never lost the fluffy puppy fur behind his ears, despite his thin face and large paws. I suck at image sizing apparently so he’s a normal link to some art of him, done by me: https://i.imgur.com/LntC6kA.jpg Relationships: None currently, however, greatly admires Lakit as a sort of role model. (Relatives, children, love interests, friends, etc.) History: Amos was born to a loner mother who joined Pack Lemolo while he was very young. He is from a single-pup litter, and was not expected to survive. However, with the help of Comox Lemolo, he survived puppyhood and grew into a formidable dog. Amos' mother, Basalt, passed when he was around a year old, from sickness she contracted after giving birth, one she never quite recovered from. He was raised by the collective pack, contributing to the strong loyalty he has to it today. His distaste for loners stems from this as well, finding it strange and, ironically for the immature dog, irresponsible that some dogs travel alone. What if there was great danger; like the plague they hav snow? Or loners with pups like his family, who would look out for them? He is glad his mother Joined Lemolo when she could. Other: His greatest strengths are his endurance and tenacity, while his weaknesses are impulsivity and naivety. Amos is on the small side for a Doberman. (let me know if any of this is hard to understand or needs to be changed, I have a tendency to ramble lol, so I tried to keep things concise, sorry for any spelling errors in advance lol ) 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 13/10/20 @ 11:46:17 by AtlasMoth (#130870) |
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Anarch ★ (#43404)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2020-10-12 15:38:16 |
 Art is mine. “There are no such things as curses; only dogs and their decisions.” Name: Than Meaning: Death. Nickname(s): Goes by, "Ursus". (Doesn't take kindly to being called by his real name.) Age: 3 years, 1 months. Gender: Male. Orientation: Pansexual, Panromantic. Breed(s): Mutt [50% Border Collie, 25% Koolie, 25% Australian Shepherd.] Rank: Omega. Personality: Elusive, careless, forgetful, haphephobic. Than is introverted and forgetful, even careless at times. He generally stays away from the others, going to such lengths as avoiding or ignoring those who reach out. A dog of few words, it's hard to hold an actual conversation with him unless you're a trusted face. He cares little for titles or merit and treats everyone the same, usually giving them the silent treatment. His forgetfulness and lax personality go hand in hand. When ordered to do a task, it's usually never completed. Whether you can blame that on his attention span or the fact that he doesn't care is unknown. He doesn't typically stick around the group unless they're travelling. He eats by himself, sleeps by himself, and will spend countless hours away from the group wandering about the wilderness on his own. He has a softer side than his stony exterior. Though his friends are few, they are well appreciated. But even if you get close enough, his lack of social skills can make spending time with him an awkward ordeal. Even though he isn't aware of this himself. Close friends are treated much the same as the others, only he's a bit more attentive and expressive around them. Than has a deep rooted fear of being touched, especially by strangers. Even the most casual of brush can make his skin crawl, so much so that he may lash out unintentionally. This is the key reason as to why he avoids social interactions, and the biggest reason why he can't make it out of the omega role. Many are aware of this in the pack and will avoid him, but it can be alarming and confusing for strangers. Appearance: Height: 20 inches. Weight: 35 lbs. Than sports a feeble appearance. Short for his breed makeup and quite underweight, he isn't much to fear. Underneath his thick coat is a thin frame with little muscle. His fur is a ruddy brown, appearing more red in the right lighting, with a white undercoat. His skin is a mixture of bright pink and a few dark patches, predominantly the black stripe in the middle of his nose. This faint pigment causes him to sunburn easily throughout the year. Wide eyes sport soft brown irises, gold flecks catching the sunlight. On his left thigh is the stark black symbol of an omega, usually smeared or fading. His fluffy coat hides many gaunt scars, though a few still peak through around his face and limbs. In the center of his right ear is a ghastly hole where another dog's canine tooth has went clean through. He can commonly be seen wearing a mottled, green-and-brown, neck gaiter to protect his face from the sun. History: TW: Death, abuse, mental illness. Relationships: Love Interest(s): None. Relatives: Bertolt - Grandfather - Unknown. Regina - Mother - Deceased. ??? - Father - Unknown. Other: Lich - Companion - Deceased. Open to friends/enemies/etc. Contact me in OOC!! Other: Theme "Ah, it’s more courageous to overcome." 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 13/10/20 @ 23:06:23 by Anarch ⭐ (#43404) |
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silverclouds (#206440)
Wanderer View Forum Posts Posted on 2020-10-12 17:33:44 |
"i am not ruined. i am ruination." 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 13/10/20 @ 04:32:55 by Silverstar is tired (#206440) |
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Kadavir (#129259)
Indifferent View Forum Posts Posted on 2020-10-21 20:44:45 |
N A M E Magnus A G E Four years and eight months G E N D E R female (she/they) S E X U A L I T Y homosexual B R E E D S Cane corso, Dogo Argentino, Rottweiler, Mastiff, Caucasian Ovcharka, Great Dane mix R A N K epsilon P E R S O N A L I T Y Magnus is a stern individual, she rules her life with an iron fist and leaves little to no room for excuses from others. To be raised in a life such as hers, this brutish dame has learned from experience that a cold exterior keeps out unwanted invaders. She knows how to survive and varying habitats and scenarios, rather trying to adress confrontal situations verbally but, she unafraid to pound certain vermin into the ground beneath - in fact, most times, it seems like she invites it. She's been in situations where strength won't triumph though, which affects the way she speaks to theirs, whether it be professionally or loose - she's fluid. Her harsh nature can be peeled back for pups and elders, though she can't speak for others that she doesn't know. She's wise, having lived in a childhood that needed a strong mind and powerful will, thus having her crafted into the strong dog she is now. Not to mention, she's verbal with her wants and demands, speaking with powerful words yet in small portions as to not completely expose what she may be thinking. Brawn and brain! . A P P E A R A N C E This towering canine is absolutely the stuff of nightmares, her heavily muscled body and Intimidating size always makes for a pleasant surprise. Her ears are cropped high, though her tail is still intact, a thick yet curved tassle. Her eyes or a bronze hue, red and brows mixed together that often appear charcoal black in certain lighting. She's built for hard and heavy labor, not dainty at all. Her fur is a dark brown brindle, with small markings of white at her throat and underbelly. Though sometimes her fur can appear light, it's mainly due to, yet again, lighting or because her winter coat is starting to grow in. She wears an old leather necklace, topped with teeth and rubies, her mother's birth stone. She also wears a thicker collar below that made of bear fur and red leather, a finding from her father. Her body is scared, two deeply rooted gashes stretch across her throat, another three across the chest. Teeth marks decorate her left thigh and paw as well as a V-shaped scar that travels along her chin to her left eyebrow, cutting through her eyelid. Her right bicep is also marked. R E L A T I O N S H I P S ~ deceased family (Belladonna, Zephy , Malcom, Zenia) though Malcom and Zenia may presumably be alive.. ~ mate is open - trainee open - Malcolm and Zenia are open as well! H I S T O R Y *warning: sexual assault, violence, death* To get it out of the way, Magnus and her siblings weren't really meant to exist. Their father, Zephyr, was a nomadic lad, a handsome Rottweiler mix with a slick demeanor, while her mother, Belladonna, was an Outsider who had grown and left her family to live on her own. She was a mixed dog with a love for travelling the land and continuing her profession as a sort of bard. Unbeknownst to her, she had trekked onto Zephyr's territory around the time that nomadic groups were a serious threat solo travellers. Zephyr was the one to find her, beaten her black and blue without questioning why she was on the premise. He brought her into the his group of nomads as his prisoner, keeping her whereabouts unknown to his mates, her whereabouts hidden within the endless forest. Belladonna was kept for days without food or water, forced to eat away at tiny ferns or muddied water, even her forced out bile. Zephyr was amused by her resilience to submit to him, offering that she join him as his wife or she'd spend her last days in pitiful waste. Despite her faith in freedom being crushed, the captured dog refused the offer, strengthened by her hatred for the male. The torturous environment went on for days, leaving Belladonna with the body of a soulless husk up until she was able to escape a few months after her kidnapping, supposedly Zephyr's travel buddies and other members of nomad group had grown suspicious of the male, causing him to lay low from returning to the woods for a few days. Unfortunately, she left with the burden of pups she didn't know what to do with. Zephyr had forced her to submit to his sadistic intentions, something that Belladonna wasn't ready to be responsible for. Despite the harsh happenings, Belladonna knew exactly where to turn to; Bellatrix. Bellatrix was Belladonna's older sister, a member of Lemolo for as long as Belladonna could remember. The two raised Magnus and her siblings together, with Bellatrix gathering a safe space and food while Belladonna taught the pups. Bellatrix had acted as an aunt for the pups, taking them to visit the other parts of the region at quite a young age. At this point, Magnus was able to learn a lot about the pack and the history of I it all. Her mother was reluctant to visit at first, the parallels made her fear and trauma heightened, but eventually was slowly eased into meeting the other canines. The family of four would then insist on leaving, having found that they overused their stay. Though sadly, due to yet another one of Zephyr's antics, the Rottweiler followed the family and began ravaging them, setting fire to the areas they may have camped in or chasing them at night for miles. It was traumatic, and a fearful time for the family. Having had grown into her new family, Belladonna had died the night that they neared Lemolo territory again, it had been many years since they last stepped foot into the territory. It was a shocking death, growing closer to Bellatrix as the mother figure all up until Magnus was promoted into a full fledged member. Despite her rejoice, Magnus had took a small trip to the outskirts of the old nomad camp to ensure Zephyr wouldn't think to near her family again. Malcom and Zenia were there alongside their eldest sister to rid the world of Zephyr's filth, but Magnus soon found that her siblings didn't survive the fight. Even with the vengeance, Magnus hasn't found herself satisfied but manages to pour her frustration into her duties - into the loyalty of Lemolo. Bellatrix has stopped hunting, instead acting as a mentor for future trainees. Magnus continued to work hard, she wore her battles scars with pride, and the collar of her father as a trophy of his death. She eventually triumphed to the role of Epsilon, which still manages surprises her till today. O T H E R 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 22/10/20 @ 00:19:51 by Kadavir (#129259) |
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Daemon (#217173)
King of the Jungle View Forum Posts Posted on 2020-11-09 22:42:33 |
NAME: Fenrir AGE: Five years old GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Heterosexual BREED(S): Great Dane, Alaskan Malamute, and Caucasian Ovcharka Mix RANK: None/Loner PERSONALITY: Fenrir is a dangerous combination of strength and intelligence. Fenrir is an experienced fighter and is not a dog anyone would like to mess with. His huge size usually intimidates other dogs and Fenrir has the power and strength to back it up if anyone dares to challenge him. However, many dogs don't realize how intelligent he is underneath all the muscle and brawn. Fenrir is always on high alert. He also tends to analyze a situation before he lands in it and likes to think ahead about his possible choices. This allows him to choose his option and follow through as fast as possible allowing him to hit his enemies hard, fast, and a lot. To put it simply, Fenrir is dangerous, and it would be a terrible idea to make him mad. Fenrir does have a softer side he doesn't usually show. Fenrir can be surprisingly kind, selfless, and loyal. Fenrir would do almost anything for someone he trusts and would always be there for them. Once you earn Fenrir's trust he will always protect and defend those he cares about. This side is rarely seen from Fenrir as he has adapted to the life of a loner but he hasn't quite decided to take the life of a pack member out of the picture yet. APPEARANCE: The muscular wolf-like mix breed weighs in at 120 pounds and stands at 35 inches after inheriting his parents' size and muscle. He has thick black fur marked with grey (and a bit of white) on his feet, paws, underbelly, and face. His ears are upright and he has a thick furred tail like most Alaskan Malamutes. His eyes are a strange but striking dark blue color which can sometimes appear black in dark lighting. Fenrir's body has multiple scars but most of them are hidden by his thick fur. The most visible one is along his throat and down to his chest after an unlucky encounter with a bear. Fenrir travels from place to place very often and doesn't like to be weighed down by possessions. However, he does wear gray colored leather amour that is light and durable which protects most of his body. He carries multiple throwing knives in the pockets of his armor but prefers to use his teeth in combat. RELATIONSHIPS: - Deceased parents - Love interests: Open HISTORY: Fenrir didn't exactly have the greatest life ever. His parents were two loners always on the move in between dangerous places and it wasn't much of a surprise when they died. Fenrir had been a year old when his mother died from a bear attack. His father then raised him from there and taught him the basics of the life of a loner. They wandered through different territories until Fenrir's father encountered an aggressive pack of dogs. They ended up killing him and leaving Fenrir no time to grieve. Fenrir then raised himself from there and grew up with a mistrust of other dogs. Fenrir encountered many enemies but learned to turn his fear into aggression which allowed him to survive under the harsh rule of kill or be killed. Under the rules Fenrir made for himself, Fenrir wasn't affected much by the virus. He simply avoided other dogs and either chased or killed them off if they became more of a threat to him. Fenrir still wanders from territory to territory in quiet solitude. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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RunnerUp (#227100)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-02-11 06:11:41 |
https://pixabay.com/photos/wolf-hybrid-wildlife-animal-wolf-1099994/ "You have all the answers inside you. The more you trust yourself, the easier your life will flow." Name: Amiya Age: 3 years and 4 months old Gender: Female Orientation: Straight Breed(s): Wolf hybrid Rank: None/Loner Personality: Amiya is a fierce and incredibly smart dog,she is swift allowing her to escape a fight and lose her predator easily. Her smartness gives her, a advantage she is known for studying her opponents moves before attacking. Amiya is very distant and focused but can be extremely cold when you meet her,she does not like causing unnecessarily drama and instead removes herself from problems. Amiya however has a soft spot when you get to know her and showers you with her wise words and intelligence. She has a soft spot for pups and elderly. She will protect the dogs she cares for with her life but rarely shows her affection. Appearance: Amiya is a medium sized wolf hybrid,her coat is a mix between brown,black and white while her lower body is white and her tails tip is black. She has big ears and a defined face shape. Scars all around her body. Relationships: Parents: Abandoned her Love Interests: Open History: Amiya had a difficult life her parents had abandoned her when she was barely old enough to fend for herself but she survived and has been loner since then. Amiya avoids the virus by simply running always unless she is forced to attack,her ears are always alerted and she knows when a dog is around. Amiya was taught to fight by standing and watching others fight. She will stand her ground if she has too. Amiya is stubborn when you get to know her but that is a hard wall to break down. You can see she has been alot as she is covered in scars. Other: Is deathly afraid of bees. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 11/02/21 @ 06:14:45 by RunnerUp (#227100) |
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