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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 years, 11 months.
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 - Mourning.
Soon after taking in Dyse the pup simply passed away in his sleep. Ferrer was mortified when he found him and has been quite odd since. His passing seemingly broke the healer's heart.

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.

Due to his rank in the pack he has adopted and raised many pups, two of them being a former warrior's sons. Soon after taking in the boys one of them passed away in their sleep for no apparent reason. This seemed to shatter something inside Ferrer and he's become quite the recluse since.

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."

Art is mine.

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"I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more"

Name: Copper
Gender: Male
Breed(s): Rhodesian Ridgeback
Age: 5 yrs
Pack: Onus [Formerly Abolition]
Rank: Warrior
Sexuality: [It doesn't matter to him]

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Relationships:

Quillion| Friend; Copper enjoys Quillion’s company and is quite glad he left his pack for Onus. He feels more welcome around Quill WIP

Open! [Ask in OOC]

Mate: None- [Open, ask in OOC]

Family: None- [5 sisters, 3 brothers; adoptable]

Personality: A gentle giant, Copper is a kind soul, beloved in his pack. He helps care for the pups and entertains them with stories. He tends to not know his own strength and avoids conflict. He can be quite intimidating at times, but is ultimately a big softy. Though he is big and brawny, he is a bit of a pacifist, and would prefer a peaceful solution rather than a violent alternative. However, he finds he must be aggressive to other dogs on his pack's lands.

Appearance: Quite an intimidating creature, with shining orange-brown fur. His frame is broad but wiry, and the way he holds himself suggests he will always remain so. He has striking amber eyes. WIP

History: WIP [Open to ideas]

Other:
~Based off my amazing dog, Chevy. We miss him dearly~
Theme- A Thousand Years, by Christina Perri
WIP

'Embrace the darkness, for it is the only thing that will truly accept you"


Name:
Being

Gender:
Male

Breed(s):
50% Wolf, 40% Husky, 10% Border Collie

Age:
8 yrs

Pack:
N/A

Rank:
Loner

Sexuality:
Gay

Relationships:
Open! (Allies, Enemies, etc. Ask on OOC)

Mate:
TBA

Family:
N/A

Personality:
Often called evil, Being is a malicious dog who takes all opportunities presented. He is described as heartless, not hesitating for a moment. A monster hides below his pleasant voice and outer personality. He usually plays with his prey while deciding whether or not to kill it.

History: TW- Cannibalism, Abuse
He was the same as he is now from the moment he was born, violent and hungry for dominance. His parents were never kind to him and his siblings, pitting them against each other. Eventually a fight broke out and he killed both of his brothers. His parents, who were just as cruel as he is, trapped him in a cave with their bodies. After three days they opened it up and found that he had eaten some of one of their carcasses. He was truly broken after that, and his parents soon abandoned him. He survived on small meals, but grew huge enough to eventually take down other dogs. His mind was in pieces, he could swing from docile to hostile in seconds.

Other:
Refuses to eat squirrels, also loves them more than anything.
Theme- Phenomenon by Unknown Brain, Hoober ect. and I Can't Decide by the Scissor Sisters
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'I would maul anyone who touches you.'
Name: Artemis
Gender: Female
Breed(s): Grey Wolf(50%), Tamaskan Dog(25%), Alaskan Malamute(25%)
Age: 9.5 mths
Pack: TBA
Rank: None
Sexuality: 'What's a sexuality?'
Voice: Karen Fukuhara
Relationships:

Mate: 'Mates? Why would I want one of those?'
Family:
Njord | Father, Whereabouts Unknown | Misses, Loved, Adores
Artemis always looked up to her father, who taught them essential skills and was a kind and solid presence in her life.

Eileithyia | Mother, Whereabouts Unknown | Misses, Neutral, Loved
Arty always disliked how her mother's way of trying to make her lady-like and submissive, she enjoyed hunting and fighting practice with her dad more. She still loved her mother, though, and misses her desperately.

Heimdalli | Older Half-Sibling, Whereabouts Unknown | Strong Familial Bond, Loves, Adores, Misses
Artemis loved her half-sib just as much as everyone else. She often sparred and play-fought with her sister, who liked to let her win.

Vanadis | Sister | Whereabouts Unknown | Adores, Loves, Very Strong Familial Bond, Misses
Artemis's favourite family member was probably her sister. Born in the same litter, she was almost never apart. Arty never felt whole without her sister.

Personality:
Arty is a friendly, but wary pup, who feels extremely protective of friends or family. She is brave, often butting head-first into danger. She may act sweet to dogs she doesn't know, but is really calculating her next move while making herself look harmless. She is very clever, and has a sense on who is a good or a bad dog/wolf. When she has figured out what the dog wants, she will usually attempt to blackmail them. She has stolen things off of squirrels that way.

Appearance:
Artemis very much looks like a wolf, and has a striking resemblance to her sister, with a bit more honey gold colour in her fur. She has faint blackish markings on her snout, legs and left flank. When she is an adult she has a lanky, majestic build, with gentle blueish hazel eyes.

History:
Artemis and her sibling Vanadis were born to a wolf father and a tamaskan malamute mix for a mother. One of her fathers' older children, around 1-2 years of age, was not of Artemis's mother and instead another wolf dame, accompanied them as well, having their own little pack of sorts out in the streets of Chernobyl. She and her siblings grew up quite alright, their father and older sister diligent in their roles of teaching them how to survive and take care of themselves in Chernobyls harsh environment. Growing up, Artemis had a very strong bond with each member of her family, and particularly enjoyed spending time out with her younger sister and her older sister, Heimdalli, despite the fact they didn't share the same mother.
Their den was made up of an abandoned car that their parents and older sister were lucky enough to stumble upon with an open door before the cold really settled in Chernobyl. By the age of 4.5 months however, a blizzard crashed into Chernobyl's lands, covering everything in a thick blanket of snow. It seemed to never end, but on one day in particular the flurry of snow seemed to retreat just enough for Artemis's peers to take a chance to catch something before the pups got too hungry. This was an unwise decision, however, as not so long after they had left, the blizzard picked up again. They never returned home, their whereabouts unknown, and the blizzard lasted another day or two before it'd settle. Vanadis, wanting to wait for their return, stayed for another day or two after, but after growing increasingly impatient and worried for them, she struck out of the safety of their car in search of her family. Artemis stayed behind, but after hours, she became terribly worried and wandered into the snow, calling for her family. [Will update as time goes on]

Other:
Themes- Crab Rave, Die Young, Whole- Rob Gasser Remix


Adult Ref- (Her black grows slightly over time)

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"The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them."

Name: Koroneis
Gender: Female
Breed(s): Coyote 50% 25% German Shepard 25% Unknown
Age: 3 yrs
Pack: Insurgent
Rank: Warrior
Sexuality: Aroace
Voice: Lauren Ash
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Relationships:

Mate: None

Family:
Solas| Father| Whereabouts Unknown| Hatred, Fear
Koroneis despises and fears her father because of how he treated her. She hopes to never see him again, and if she does she wonders if she would run from his hypnotic words, or tear his throat out for the scars he gave her.

Personality: Koroneis is a scared, timid soul. She gets frightened by many things, and requires time to get used to other dogs' presences. She may stand her ground when approached, but will more often act submissive and WIP

Appearance: Koroneis is a thin, wiry dog, who resembles her coyote parts more than her dog ones. Her coat is of dappled auburn, white and black patterns that make for excellent camouflage. She has a narrow, pretty face and the saddest eyes of any dog, some have said. Her face is covered with scars, as well has her flanks, legs and chest, including a particularly nasty one above her heart. She is always accompanied by a large raven, who she refers to as Tok. The raven is her best friend and the reason she wakes up in the mornings.

History: TW- Abuse, Trauma.
Born to a coyote mother and a mixed dog father, Koroneis was always hated by her father, who abused her and scarred her for being 'useless' and a waste of his food and time. Her mother left as soon as she could, having also received the same treatment from Koroneis's father. However, she left her daughter there, believing that the pup would slow her down when she escaped her mate. Her child was then abused, Koroneis's father forcing lies upon the pup; "Your mother only left because of you." "You are worthless, no one will ever love you, or care if you live." Finally one day Solas left his now almost adult offspring to die, slashing scars across her body and her mind. Koroneis was rescued by an unlikely creature. A raven lead her to a safe place to stay. It brought her food, showed her water, and helped her until she healed enough to hunt on her own. Even then, Tok lead her to herds of elk, rabbit warrens, and other food sources. Eventually Koroneis could even communicate with him. To this day they remain friends.

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Other:
Theme- Loser by Neoni, More by Halsey
Tok Reference-

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