Name:
Elisavet
Nicknames: Elise, Elisa. (Only called by her immediate family)

Gender:
Female

Breed:
Rough Collie

Age:
1 year 4 months

Role:
Princess, a legitimate daughter of Barnabas

Sexuality:
Heteroromantic, hetereosexual

Relationships:
I can add specific dogs under this if needed. These are just general feelings

Mate:
N/A yet

Family:
I will add the other step-siblings later!

Personality:
In short, Elisavet can be seen as a snotty, uptight brat. She follows the rules and standards to a T and is a perfectionist. She does not really like change to an already good thing. "Why fix it if it isn't broken?" mentality. She is diligent with her chores, princess duties, and studies. Elise is fond of routines as well. She loves to maintain appearances through any kind of method. Meaning, if she needs to lie, she will. That does not happen often though. She does not take criticism well and believes she barely does any wrong. She will either ignore or snap at the dog who dares defy her.

Elisa judges others silently and rarely does it show on her face. She puts on a smile and acts like everything is fine. Some may call her two-faced. She will complain to others when given the chance. A baker in town knocked over his cart? She'll tell her siblings how idiotic the baker was. She makes fun of others to make herself look good in certain eyes. Particularly, her father. She has wanted his approval since she was a pup and hopes to take his place one day. She admires him and how he is in such high command and leadership. The daughter's whole meaning of life to her is to please him and maybe her mother.

The collie is not all bad though. She takes after her mother a little bit. She has respect for those that need it in her eyes. She's kind to children and often talks to them in the town. The elderly and everyone else, not so much. The dog often goes around the town to check on everyone and how they're doing. It is really all another way to keep up an appearance of a textbook princess. In another short way, Elisavet is a perfectionist, deceiving snake. It's best to not trust her immediately. Unlike her brother, she doesn't always have a charming side to her.

Appearance:


Elisavet stands at the average height for a purebred collie. She took after her father in terms of coat colors. Her long and massive amounts of fur make her look bigger than she is. She sports a long face with small eyes, fox-like in appearance. Her coat is an orange tan and reaches across her face. White runs around her underside and alongside her cheeks and tail. Her ears are a dark brown that compliments her eyes. Black runs in a line down her cheeks.

As for clothes, Elisavet wears a white fox pelt that was dyed with red berries to make a nice shade of pink. She often wears her tiara as well as many necklaces. The necklaces and bracelets are all silver with hints of blue to announce that she is from the royal family. She doesn't wear anything on her tail nor ears.

History:
Elisavet was born into the royal family of the Silver Isle alongside two other siblings. Her mother was as gentle as a breeze and the pup attached to her mother a lot. Her father was getting on the older side, and was quite cranky so Elise often avoided him. She grew up well with her siblings for the first few months before they all started developing their own personalities. Ambrosia seemed to slack off in her studies and Noctune was... Noctune. Elise didn't have too much information about him other than he had a sudden change.

Around 4 months, Elise was prompted to watch her father rule for a day. She still had no sort of connection to him until after that day. She loved how commanding he was; moreso how everyone obeyed his commands. The power he felt was something Elisavet wanted to feel too. After that day, she herself changed a bit. She was always a perfectionist but she strived to make things more perfect. She followed traditions set by her grandparents and strives to become the next heir to feel that power.
Other:

GIANT WIP

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”When everyone turns their backs on you, the only dog you can trust is yourself, and that’s just the truth.”
Name: Helios "Princess Helios" and/or "Your/Her Royal Highness, Helios"
Nickname: Lio
Gender: Female
Breed(s): Rough Collie
Age:3 years
Role: Princess [Heiress]
Sexuality: Lesbian
Relationships: None! [Ask in OOC]
Mate: None! [Ask in OOC]
Family:
Barnabas- Father- Useful; Helios sees her father as a pawn to get what she wants, her throne. She acts sweet as if she loves him, only so he will think well of her and perhaps give her the kingdom when he retires. If he doesn’t, Helios has a few dogs to do the dirty work for her and get rid of him, and perhaps her siblings, aside from Persephone, who she doesn’t mind.

Siblings- WIP

Personality: Helios is cunning, and usually doesn’t talk to dogs who don’t have what she wants. She tends to ignore her brothers and sisters, and anyone who is a lower rank than her. She has a chilling stillness about her, and she usually doesn’t express many emotions, other than a blank mask of boredom. Her quiet exterior hides a sinister and malicious creature, intent on what she wants and willing to dispose of anyone who is irrelevant to her goals. Everyone is expendable to her.

Appearance: (Photo or Description.)

History: WIP

Other:
WIP

Commissioned from Gull (#194732).

"I've seen my own sun darkened, fragile and unholy. Yet the dawn still arrives, and with it new opportunities, another chance to fill the world with light; rising from the ashes like a phoenix, I am reborn."

Name:
Spiro.

Age:
3 years old.

Gender:
Cis Male (He/Him).

Orientation:
Homoflexible.

Breed(s):
Ibizan Hound (75%) x Thai Ridgeback (25%).

Role:
Duke of the Trading District.

Appearance:
The hound is quite diminutive in width, reaching an impressive height of 27 inches and yet unnervingly thin. His skin stretches tight over his lean, streamlined build; the indents of his ribcage always slightly visible no matter how well fed he is. Slender legs lead to dainty, long-toed paws with clear, sharpened claws that reveal pink veins and pale, faded scars cut through his sleek, ghostly coat; so white it shines under moonlight like a beacon in the dark and can be blinding under the sun’s unforgiving rays.

His almond-shaped eyes are as bright and gleaming as burnished gold. Burnt orange fur covers the back of his large, wide-framed ears, the only other instance of color breaking up the pristine white being a splash of similar coloring across his hindquarters and a spot over his right eye. Spiro’s skull is narrow with a long muzzle that tapers to a point, ending in a light rosy-colored nose freckled with slightly darker pigmentation. His neck is slightly arched while his back is level and straight, a noticeable ridge of fur running down his spine.

Despite his oddities, Spiro proves quite elegant and refined. His tail is low-carried and spindly, curving upward near the tip. While born with dewclaws he gnawed them off as a youth, leaving behind a scar on each of his front paws. His throat is adorned with a thick leather collar, an intricate design etched into it, colored in gold and brown with a grand, iridescent gem that reflects light shaped into a sun placed at its center.

Personality:
Life without love has hardened Spiro into a less than friendly animal. While his mother Polaris went to great lengths to ensure her child didn't perish needlessly she was rarely kind to him and her methods of preparing him for the harsh realities of life had the tendency to cause the rest of their family to gaze away in discomfort. He has a sense of duty to the dogs who depend on him but tends to cross others as cold and unapproachable outside of his responsibilities, his tone perpetually holding a hint of annoyance, and his temper often proving short.

With that said, there is little doubt Spiro can be trusted to get a job done and his dedication to the the people of the kingdom is commendable. Spiro claims to have heard the the voice of Sol, a paganist sun deity worshipped by a select few within the country, and to converse with him in dreams or visions, labelling him a prophet among other practitioners. His claims had the tendency to inspire either great awe or scrutiny from his followers, and the dogs he now preaches to likely think even worse of him, but either way, it is clear Spiro believes what he says, his devotion to Sol genuine and convicting in its intensity.

Despite his cold exterior paired with a strict, uptight demeanor, there is compassion to be found in his heart, the ice surrounding it only frosting the surface. At his core, Spiro is a dog now ruled by his own fears and trauma, ignoring his true emotions and replacing them with something harsh and unforgiving. This role was not gifted to him from birth, he had to fight tooth and claw not only to claim it, but to keep it. Between his odd mannerisms, beliefs and what many consider a sordid upbringing and rise to power, not many view him favorably, but there are few as meticulous and attentive to their positions.

More than a little egotistical, spending hours a day tending to his appearance simply for his own satisfaction, Spiro's vanity and preference for proper hygiene should not be mistaken for prissiness; he isn't afraid to get dirty and if moved to violence can prove quite monstrous. His tongue is just as sharp as his teeth, and he's not shy about using either.

History:
TW; brief/implied mentions of child abuse, domestic violence. and manipulation from a parent.

Relationships:
TBD. Feel free to contact me about pre-established connections!

Theme Song(s):
Blood//Water - Grandson
"Beg me for mercy,
Admit you were toxic,
You poisoned me just for another dollar in your pocket,
Now I am the violence,
I am the sickness,
Won't accept your silence,
beg me for forgiveness."

Other
Voiceclaim; Sylas from League of Legends.

Spiro isn't one to curb his tongue despite the risks speaking so freely might carry, and so it's been noted he has spoken quite critically of his majesty, Barnabas more than once in the past. He seems to be keeping a close eye on those heirs of his too...



Commissioned from Dad (#130338).

Adopted from Dad (#130338).

"In the presence of evil, I will not submit."

Name:
Harlow.

Age:
4 years old.

Gender:
Cis Female (She/Her).

Orientation:
Bisexual.

Breed(s):
Rottweiler (50%) x American Staffordshire Terrier (50%).

Role:
Knight.

Appearance:
Standing at a respectable 21 inches and weighing in at a hefty 110 pounds, Harlow might not be the largest beast in the army, but she's still nothing to sneeze at. Inheriting the shorter height of a Staffordshire Terrier, but the bulk of both breeds; Harlow is a powerhouse rippling with muscle. Coming from a family of guards and knights; her tail was docked and ears cropped close to the skull from puppyhood. The less another dog has to hold onto the better.

Her dark coat is straight and coarse with a medium length outer layer that lays flat against her brawny frame; giving the appearance of being shorthaired rather than sporting any fluff. A tricolor, her pelt is predominantly a deep coal black, accentuated by dark rust colored markings on her muzzle, chest, legs and the underside of her stubby tail. Large white splotches can be found on her chest and belly, as well as covering her toes. Dark umber eyes peer from a broad head and a fearsome expression seems to be her resting face even when completely calm.

Equipped with a powerful jaw lined with large white teeth, Harlow has an impressive bite force that would make her Rottweiler mother proud. As a knight she is most often seen wearing a set of gray leather armor that protects the more vulnerable areas of her body. A crimson surcoat offsetting the smoky plating beneath it and emblazoned with the kingdom’s coat of arms is worn overtop and fastened by a black belt.

Personality:
Impassive and seemingly detached, it's rather hard to tell what this lady might actually be feeling or thinking, her emotions nigh impossible to read. Harlow appears to have a nearly endless amount of patience, but that won't stop her from cuffing anyone unruly upside the head if needed. Some may find her to be a bit dull as she isn't exactly one for small talk, or conversation at all for that matter.

Harlow isn't mute, but hardly ever speaks unless she deems it necessary. Years upon years of defending the realm from beasts and dog alike have left her scarred physically, but her father's neglect and the brutality of life as a warrior have left left behind scars less visible. Despite her cold exterior, Harlow is not without compassion for others. She became a knight to protect the people and upholds a strict, self-imposed code of honor.

Harlow is cautious to avoid abusing the power of her position and will hold fellow knights accountable for deplorable or amoral actions, even if that means going behind the king’s back to deliver a little righteous punishment, and is trusted among civilians for her candor and sensibility.

History:
TW: mentions of child neglect/labor.

Relationships:
TBD. Open for pre-established connections.

Theme Song(s):
New Waves - Dream State
"I've worked too hard,
My head and my heart got me this far,
I'll wear these scars on my sleeves,
Real proud like my broken heart,
'Cause all I want is another chance,
A new beginning,
And I just want to make new waves,
And find a new way out."

Other:
Voiceclaim: Meagan Foster from Dishonored 2.