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"Your naivety is a danger to this group. A pack is only as strong as it's weakest link."

Name: Isa.
Gender: Female.
Breed(s): 50% Weimaraner, 25% Vizsla, 25% Rhodesian Ridgeback.
Age: 4 years.
Pack: Insurgent.
Rank: Leader.
Sexuality: Aromantic, Bi-Polyamorous.
Voice: Donna Murphy.

Relationships:

Lyrik - Hated Ex-mate.
Lyrik is one of many suitors from her past, but the only one she allowed to sire her pups. She blames him for Jet's abnormalities and quickly got rid of him after her litter was born. He is an unwelcome face.

Raymond - Former friend.
Raymond is a face that Isa has known consistently throughout her life. She knew her before she became the dog she is now, and they once romped together as puppies. Her presence is annoying to Isa, she reminds her of hurtful memories, as well as fond ones. She is one of the few canines Isa has some attachment to, though she would never let anyone know that.

Ferrer - Hated Acquaintance.
He has struck down many of Insurgent's dogs and kept Abolition healthy. He is a nuisance.

Shadow - Trusted advisor.
Concise and useful. Shadow chose to follow her to Insurgent and Isa sees her as a loyal beta.

Fang - Neutral.
He is diligent in his role, but can be unpredictable at times. It's best to keep an eye on him.

Open to friends/enemies/etc.

Mate(s): None. She has had many suitors in the past, but none have lasted long.
Family:

Jonah - Brother - Neutral/Annoyance.
Once best friends, now nothing but a stranger. She feels little for her brother, if anything anymore. As soon as they started growing a distance between them it seemingly never stopped. Now when Isa sees her brother she sees nothing but another dog. He is one of the few canines she will make exceptions for, however, and perhaps their bond isn't quite as broken as she claims. She often referred to him as her "baby brother" despite them being from the same litter. She still does from time to time.

Quillon - Son - A threat.
Once an asset, easy to control. Isa is now suspicious of her son. She can sense that his allegiances are waning, and her paranoia has her clambering to get rid of him. He is gaining the faith of her pack, however. If she wishes to be rid of him, she will need an excuse.

Jet - Son - Flesh and blood, nothing else.
Isa is neutral to jet, but disappointed nonetheless. She is in denial that her genes or care could have debilitated him, and the thought annoys her.

Aramis - Daughter - Useful asset.
Aramis is a strong canine, and Isa is frustrated that she chose to become a scout. However, as Quillon grows further from her grasp she has been keeping a wary eye on her daughter. She intends to try and keep ahold of this child's favor.

Open to siblings, contact me in OOC.

Personality:
Cold, calculating, and manipulative. She only shows care towards her pack members, and even then, only towards those of value to her. Any feign act of kindness is usually backed up with hidden meaning, typically self-preservation. Dogs are assets to her and if they wear out their welcome, they are quickly cast aside. That being said, she is ferociously protective of her pack and obnoxiously prideful of them. Expecting only the best out of those around her, she tends to push her subordinates too much towards perfection.

It isn't that Isa ignores the emotions of others, she simply doesn't understand them. Possibly, many years ago, she did, but as time went on dogs became objects to her. Chess pieces in the game of life, only useful if they played their part. If she has any redeeming qualities, it is that she is a born leader. She has kept her pack safe and fed until this point, and will continue to do so as long as she's in power.

She isn't one to be swayed by compliments or affection, ignoring the aesthetics of other canines and picking them apart until she has categorized all of their strengths and flaws. Insubordination, of any kind, is quickly met with violence. She does not hesitate to throw her weight around and bestow other dogs with a few scars in her wake. She isn't stupid, however, and will avoid any battles if she is unsure of the outcome.

Appearance:
Bearing much resemblance to the weimaraner that makes up half of her blood, she is a sleek and rigid looking canine. Her coat is pale grey, small shimmers of dusty red and blue reflecting in the sunlight. She has a ridge of hair that runs along the length of her spine that seems to reflect her ever-hostile mood. Her eyes are as pale as her coat, almost white in appearance. Her left eye, however, is beginning to fade in colour as she loses more and more vision in it. She has her complete tail, and tends to hold it with pride over her back. Her coat is mostly untarnished of scars, only a few faint scrapes being visible on her legs.

History: TW: Death, cannibalism, abuse.

Believe it or not, Isa wasn't always a coldhearted brute. She was once a loving, bright-eyed pup. Her early life was hard, and soon crushed that light. Her mother was a controlling and hateful beast, more so than Isa is herself. She was a paranoid monster, aggressive towards her own progeny when they stepped out line. She killed Isa's father during an altercation over Isa and her siblings, right in front of the pup. She then began to blame this on the tot, drilling it into her head that she was the cause of her father's death, that she was a murderer. It was no wonder that she turned out to be one. By the time she grew old enough to leave her mother's care she had changed. Lifeless, no shred of remorse. The treatment had taken a toll on her and she would never return to that loving pup that she once was.

She and her mother ran with an all-female group for the majority of her puphood and adolescence, her mother passing away due to illness no less than a year into Isa's life. The group was well known in the area for luring in males to their untimely death, killing and cannibalizing them when there was any shortage of prey. She took part in this gruesome act many times, and is just as much to blame as the rest of the members in that pack.

It was later on when she decided to split from the cannibalistic pack and start a life of her own, a few of it's members following her in her departure. She gained follower after follower, eventually growing enough in numbers to challenge the much stronger pack, Abolition, for territory within the city. She originally pleaded that they share territory, resources, and strength, but it wasn't meant to be. She and the other leader could never see eye to eye, and with prey scarce they began to turn at each other's throats. The wars waged would end in many battles and deaths, though with food scarce once again and the threat of wolves at their backs they had called a truce.

Once settling into the city, she chose a suitor and decided to have pups. Hoping to regain some semblance of family, Isa devastatingly found herself struggling to form a bond with her own prodigy. In turn, she spent little time with them and only stood idly by while making sure they grew up in a stable environment. Something she had missed out on as a pup herself. After running her "mate" away, she raised them on her own with only minimal help from the pack's healer. She never much understood the glares she received from them, nor the fear in their eyes. That is, until her rage ran over and she all but blinded her oldest son, Quillon. It was a spur of the moment attack, something she had gotten so used to doing on a regular basis, but in that moment she had shredded whatever was left of their bond.

A sudden quarrel and the death of an Abolition warrior seems to have shaken the unspoken stalemate between Insurgent and Abolition. She may have her paws full trying to keep the other pack away from her group's throats.

Other: Blind in her left eye.
Theme: Koda - white dove.
"I've got a bone to pick.
Somebody showed you all of the horror,
You weren't born with it."

NBT - Broken Machine
"I'm just a broken machine,
Not who I used to be,
I'm spinning out of control."

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"Do not hope for an easy life. Hope for the strength to endure a difficult one."

Name: Ferrer.
Gender: Male.
Breed(s): 50% Giant Schnauzer, 50% Irish Wolfhound.
Age: 6 1/2 years.
Pack: Abolition.
Rank: Healer.
Sexuality: Homoromantic, Asexual.
Voice: Liam Neeson.

Relationships:

Isa - Hated acquaintance.
He blames her for much of his problems, including those of his puphood. He's aware this is just displaced anger, but it still feels good to hate something.

Mavy - Mourning.
He was fond of the warrior, and now raises her pups as his own. He doesn't intend on letting her story go untold and seeks to avenge her death.

Silo - Mourning.
An old friend, and someone he once taught how to heal. He misses arguing with her.

Reo - Neutral/Friendly.
Hardworking and diligent, Reo seems to be a reliable canine to Ferrer. He will occasionally ask him to help him with tasks, though only rarely.

Open to friends/enemies/etc.

Mate(s): None.
Family:
Turo - Father - Deceased - Detest.
Rayne - Mother - Deceased - Familial bond, regret, mourning.

Shiloh - Sister - Strong familial bond.
One of the few canines that Ferrer is truly close with. With their age gap, he had a large part in raising her. He has a fatherly demeanor when interacting with her.

Shadow - Adopted Daughter - Sentimental.
Ferrer never understood Shadow's distant nature, but respected it nonetheless. He worries for her, and since she is now a part of Insurgent, he worries he will one day play a part in her demise.

Slip - Adopted Son - Protective.

Dyse - Adopted Son - Protective.
After taking in these two pups in the wake of their mother's death, Ferrer has grown incredibly protective of the pair. He intends to tell them the story of their mother on every occasion he gets, and hopes to be there for them until they grow strong enough to leave his side.
Open to adopted pups and siblings, contact me in OOC.

Personality:
Ferrer is- well, getting on in age. He's seen too much, lived through too much, and is tired of it. He spends most of his days secluded in his apothecary or lingering around inside the power plant. Despite his pessimism, he isn't without kindness. He enjoys teaching herbalism to any canine that shows interest, young or old, and has been caught many times telling stories of his youth to an audience of pups. He enjoys other's company, but most can't handle his dim outlook on life. He's quick to give others a reality check if they're seeming too cheery that day.

"Set in his old ways" is an understatement. Ferrer is bull-headed and it's hard to change his mind. Though that thick skull is full of decent knowledge. He's looked to for advice at times, but don't always take what he says seriously. He has a twisted sense of humour and can spout out some of the most ridiculous things without ever batting an eye. All of this is in good jest however, and although it can ruffle a few pelts he never means for it to.

Appearance:
Tall, scraggly, and scarred. Ferrer is a hulking form of a dog, but with the kind and thoughtful face of someone who has seen enough for a lifetime. Wiry and course, his coat is mostly a muddy black, lightening around his muzzle. Flecks of light tan can be seen on the longer portions of his hair around his face, chest, and belly. His tail is chopped off relatively short, scarred from being bitten off when he was younger. He has prominent canine-inflicted bite marks located on his face and legs. His eyes are a bright, warm, shade of brown.

History:TW: Death, hints at abuse.

Born and raised within Abolition, Ferrer has seen the rise and fall of many canines. He was raised in a confusing and turbulent way. His mother was a pure and lovely canine, speaking to him daily about the beauty of the world and his untapped potential. His father was the opposite, a war-mongering and fear inducing canine. He would regularly throw Ferrer into unsafe conditions and belittle him if he came out with so much as a scratch.

Much of his puphood up into his adolescence was riddled with this behavior. It filled Ferrer with pessimism and rage, causing him to act out in ways that endangered himself and others. It wasn't until the death of his mother that this "wild streak" would end. From that day he started taking his life more seriously. He began spending more time amongst the pack, something he had been neglecting, and was eventually taken under the wing of the previous healer.

He finally found his peace amongst the herbs in the apothecary, though it wouldn't last. Due to his enormous size and the lack of warriors, he and his mentor were sent into battle when Abolition began quarreling with Insurgent. His mentor would perish, and he would come out battle scarred and weary. The rank of healer now thrown at him, and many of his closest peers lost to the teeth of other dogs. Healing would become one of his few comforts, and he would begin to seclude himself once again by busying himself with the plants and healing salves in his den. Anything to block out the reality of the world.

Other:
Theme: NBT - Hell, Yeah.
"I made my peace with sorrow."

Cannonball - Barns Courtney
"This bad taste in my mouth,
Don't think I can get it out."

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"My thoughts are mine, I didn't sign up for this."

Name: Quillon.
Gender: Male.
Breed(s): Unknown Primarily Dalmatian, along with Isa's hunting breeds.
Age: 2 years.
Pack: Insurgent.
Rank: Warrior.
Sexuality: Pansexual, Panromantic.
Voice: Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

"You created this mess, revel in my unrest."

Relationships:

Shadow - Fond friend.
Shadow is one of the few canines that Quillon feels comfortable around. They are a familiar face, and a welcome one. Their loyalty to Isa makes him hesitant to trust them though, and recent events have made him grow a bit more distant for the time being. Only time and healing will resolve their relationship.

Fang - Neutral/Friendly.
Quillon admires Fang's stubbornness, where it would typically deter others. He appreciates his strong beliefs and believes he could be a good canine to keep him grounded if they were to become friends.

Kits'a - Neutral.
Another neutral face in his pack, as he hasn't had much of a chance to interact with her. She seems detached but relatively friendly.

Open to friends/enemies/etc.

Mate(s): None.
Family:
Isa - Mother - Hated, feared.
Isa is the first face he remembers from his puphood, something that used to soothe him. Now he only feels a seething hatred towards the canine. His fear has kept him silent in the past, but with each small win he is finding his own inner strength and preparing himself to confront her. One day soon, he will no longer be the obedient soldier he once was.

Jet - Brother - Kindness, familial bond, protective.
Jet is dear to him, despite their differences and cold natures. He is one of the few canines he confides his problems in, on the rare occasion he does. He is highly protective of him, and wouldn't hesitate to take a beating for him.

Aramis - Sister - Familial bond, solidarity.
His sister and one of his closest friends, he would trust Aramis with his life and follow her to the end. She holds the same dear place in his heart that Jet also inhabits, and their bond could seemingly never be shaken. He holds the same protective nature with her.

Personality:
Stiff and reserved, Quillon is a complicated character who is fighting his own internal battle. He was once in the shadow of his leader and mother, brought up to act as Insurgent's puppet. He played the part well, following through with Isa's commands without a moment of hesitation. Outwardly loyal to a fault, he allowed fear to keep him in place and tie him to the pack. The internal turmoil that took place has left a permanent mark on the young male. That fear diminishing has caused him to spiral into a cold state of self reflection. He has begun to gain his own sense of self worth and so his instinct of following other dogs is quickly dissipating. However, he is also beginning to lose himself. Having been caught up for so long in this seething hatred for his mother, he seeks out any way to end the quarrels between them. Be it outcasting himself or Isa from the pack, or one of them ending up dead.

He has always been a dreamer, and fully intends to cut his own path in life. However, he isn't selfish and the thought of leaving his siblings and friends behinds troubles him greatly. He's currently stuck in a loop of trying to better himself and attempting to be there for others, the outcome being a heavy distance being placed between himself, his emotional needs, and those he holds closest. This is all coming to a head, however. He is no longer afraid of the dog that has tormented him his entire life. He will see this come to an end, even if he has to get his paws dirty in the process.

Appearance:
Large and rigid in appearance, his shape is slim and muscular, much like his mother's. His coat is white, painted over with blotches of uneven black patches. His eyes are a pale greenish-blue in colour, paying respect to the Weimaraner in his heritage. He has striking scars across his shoulder and the left side of his face, blatant teeth marks that have shredded his ear on that side. He walks with a slight limp but holds himself at an uncomfortably stiff and soldier-like stance to hide that shortcoming. His tail curls a bit over his back, hinting at some unknown breed in his genetic makeup.

History: TW: Hints at abuse.

Quillon was born at the height of his mother's reign and brought into a world filled with much violence and disaster. He remembers much of his puphood being shut away in the hospital they call a base camp, occasionally visited by his cold and distant parent. Once he was allowed outside, he was immediately treated like an asset to Isa. She began training him in soldier-like fashion to obey her every whim, and for the most part, he listened.

However, as he grew older, this changed. He began to question her motives as he witnessed her authoritarian-style of leadership, and eventually spoke out against her as she banished a dog Quillon once called his friend. This was a poor decision on his part. Being her son was most likely the only reason he was spared, but the damage dealt was nothing to scoff at. She all but blinded him on his left side, sheering his ear off with her teeth and making a public display of his punishment.

After that day, he has followed her with no complaint. Acting out her every command robotically, even killing as she told him to. All of this has bottled inside of him, however, and with every order she barks at him he can feel the restlessness and anger building up at his core.

Other: Slight hearing problems.
Theme:
NBT - If I Were You
"You'll get what's due,
I'd square the vendetta."

NBT - I'm Not Made by Design.
"Do what the hell I like, I'm no celestial toy."

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Name:
Reo

Gender:
Male

Breed(s):
Ibizan Hound Mix

Age:
~3.5 years

Pack:
Aboltiion

Rank:
Scout

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Relationships:
Um,, not sure yet. If you'd like to be friends/other with him let me know :D

Mate:
None

Family:
He only really remembers his mother and father but both have unknown whereabouts. He doesn't remember his sister at all

Personality:
In the simplest terms, Reo is a follower. He listens and acts obediently. He follows orders to a T. The canine takes his job very seriously and tends to be very blunt with his words during this time. However, this can lead to others believing he is stubborn and a dog that can't take a joke. To their false beliefs, Reo is able to joke around and have fun in the nonserious times. He can be laidback and relax and conversate with others. Yet another contrary to others, Reo is not a dog that can be easily pushed around. He is strict when it comes to what he believes in unless given facts that will change his mind and view. Reo loves to meet other dogs and tries to act with as much respect as he can to them. He talks professionally to almost everyone he meets, even sometimes to dogs he's close with.
In short, Reo is a hardworking individual who takes his job seriously, and has respect for many others. He doesn't mean to try to come off as serious but can tend to come off like that.

Appearance:
Standing tall at a rough 25 inches to the shoulder, Reo sports a light brown short-haired coat. White hairs scatter across his muzzle and eyes. White hair also covers his chest and the beginning of his underside. The tip of his tail also has a small white patch. The rest of his body is light brown. His eyes are a normal brown color but in sunlight, they're almost like an amber color. His ears stand straight upon his ears, pointed to a T. They honestly look almost too big for his head. Scars litter his body and face. The most prominent ones he has is one going horizontally across his left side. The other most noticeable one is the one going across his chest.

History:
As a pup, his parents had a hard time raising all of the pups. Unfortunately, he was one of two puppies left. As they grew older, his sister was taken from some wild pack as his parents fought for her. All he knew was that it was because some deal fell through. Once this situation happened, his parents always pushed him to follow through on his work. On anything, someone asked him o. They pushed the narrative of being a follower to him. He was never allowed to do his own thing.
Around two years old, Reo left his parents in the night. His mind told him so many times to not leave but his body made the decision. He knew he couldn't stay with them his whole life. Eventually, he found the Abolition pack and they seemed to accept him.
From then on, Reo focused a lot on his work to scout around their pack's territory. He loves his pack a lot, almost as if they're his own family too.

Other:
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