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Name:
Osiris

Age:
4 Years

Gender:
AMAB Masculine [He/They]

Breed(s):
Melanistic Pharaoh Hound Mix

Pack:
Insurgent

Rank:
Delta

Sexuality:
It's complicated.

Appearance:
A willowy hound, Osiris’ build seems clearly suited for speed and agility over brute strength. A sylphish creature who stands tall, often towering over his packmates with effortless ease; never one to be looked down upon. A long dog supported by equally long legs, a lithe frame that betrays slender musculature. Pointed ears and a stub of a tail contribute to a decidedly foreign image. Hella scars. WIP.

Personality:
Ambitious, in a word, paired with something a bit grim.

A dutiful Delta always ready and willing to lend his service to the pack. A guardian-like figure, Osiris presents a benevolent, respectful, and dedicated image, whose purpose is to protect and guide the members of the city. He holds the belief that the interests of the Insurgent should be placed above all else, and everything that entails. He will do what no one else would dare ponder for its sake – the ends justify the means; if he must, he must. Sacrifice is his duty, and if he must offer tooth, nail, mind, or limb, he will do so without a sliver of hesitation.

Despite his reputation on the battlefield as a brutal hound with no taste for mercy, he bears no such tendency towards his own packmates. He holds a calm, resilient demeanor, seemingly always ready to lend a paw in service. Self-assured in his own beliefs and unable to be swayed from them, this aspect of his demeanor fuels a sense of nobility and dignity, as shown in the way he carries himself – eternally poised, no matter the circumstance. Perhaps what made him such a terror during the war is also what makes him such an accomplished Delta – his ability to use strategy and tactics in tandem in order to ensure win-win scenarios and absolute victory. A veritable mastermind. Above all else, he is a planner, a thinker, a schemer, and schemes he has aplenty.

Perhaps Osiris' values are a bit traditional, but he is an obvious believer of Insurgent superiority and everything that entails. During the warring moons, he preferred to eliminate threats through execution rather than diplomacy, which earned him a rather infamous reputation. He held no remorse pursuing… grim actions, as long as it was for Insurgent’s victory. Although this tendency has mellowed, with the recent times of too-tentative peace, for the past couple of moons this inclination has, inexplicably, been resurfacing…

In the end, let it never be said that anything Osiris does is not for Insurgent's benefit.

History:
WIP. gist of it is that he was born and raised Insurgent. grew up believing in Insurgent superiority, became v dedicated, eventually rose through the ranks and became Delta. wants more, though. heoeoho

Relationships:
WIP.

Mate:
N/A.

Family:
WIP.

Other:
Despite all things, he is not unnecessarily cruel to his own. Whoever earns his wrath deserves the pain.

Name:
Reo

Gender:
Male

Breed(s):
Ibizan Hound Mix

Age:
~4 years

Pack:
Aboltiion

Rank:
Beta

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Relationships:
Um,, not sure yet. If you'd like to be friends/other with him let me know :D
[will update minor relationships soon, still open for others]

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 nonserious times. He can be laidback and relaxed 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:

Art by Sleep, linked to OG Post

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 one 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:
Mods, the image should be clickable to its source!

'One day you'll realise the only dog who you can trust is yourself.'

Name: Shatter

Gender: Female

Breed(s): Wolf Border Collie Mix

Age: 3 yrs

Pack: Loner

Rank: N/A

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationships:

Aramis| Acquaintance| Guilt, Neutral; Shatter often regrets losing control when she first met the spotted dame, and doesn’t blame her at all for the injuries Shatter gained at their first meeting.

Open

Mate: N/A [Open]

Family: N/A

Personality: A fierce-tempered soul who could never be broken. Shatter holds great wariness if other dogs, and ends to keep away from them. She has a terrible hunger that constantly gnaws at her, and despises being close to others more so because she fears for their own safety around her. If she ever acts cold or antisocial, she is most likely worried she could snap. Or she just doesn’t like you.

Appearance: A terribly thin dame, with piercing blackish green eyes. She has a hollow, dark look about her, as if she’s seen or done something traumatic. Her fur, when healthy, is a silky pitch-black, while her muzzle and chest are purest white. More often than not, she is starving, and her fur is duller than it should be. One of her paws has mostly-healed teeth marks in them from a fight.

History: WIP

Other: [Shatter suffers from hypermotabolism, she must eat almost constantly and always feels like she’s starving]

art credit-

S O N N E T

"I am not a creature that was born. I am a fire that was set; ravenous and unforgiving."

Commissioned from dansssks on Tumblr.

Age
3 years old.

Gender
Cis Female - She/Her.

Orientation
Bisexual.

Breed(s)
80% Eurasian Wolf | 10% West Siberian Laika | 10% East European Shepherd.

Rank & Pack
Loner.

Appearance
Slender and long-legged, a thick coat of reddish-cream and white covers Sonnet's lithe frame. Sonnet carries herself with refined grace, her stride never faltering. Her long, clear nails are carefully maintained and she spends a considerable amount of time grooming her pelt every day to keep it pristine and free of grime. Dark lines surround her eyes, giving off the appearance of wearing mascara, and her bushy tail is notably crooked.

Chocolate brown eyes pierce deep once they're set on you, and her coal black nose is the darkest point on her body. Scars of various depth and length can be found scattered throughout her body, the most notable cross the bridge of her muzzle as well as the various bite marks found on her legs and crossing their throat, hinting someone once made an attempt on her life. Didn't quite hit the mark, did they?

Personality
Sonnet's demeanor holds little resemblance to her seemingly gentle and poetic name, a focused and driven individual with a penchant for violence. She learned early in life the only way to survive in the wild was to be ruthless. While always headstrong, that tenacity quickly transformed into something savage as she aged. Fierce and brutal, Sonnet can prove unforgiving to those who betray her trust or any beast that poses a threat to those under her care.

Her anger tends to run cold; at times one may not know she's displeased with them until punishment is delivered swift and without hesitance. Deception is her forte and she can easily switch from nasty and monstrous to something more amicable in the blink of an eye if it will get her what she wants. If Sonnet does have any redeeming quality it would be that she genuinely takes responsibility of those that come under her care seriously, determined to provide for the canines under her rule so they may live safe, fulfilling lives. Something the world offers so few.

Despite her rough personality, she isn't often unkind without reason, at times capable of surprising warmth, though this side of her is reserved only for those she deeply trusts. She is cunning, manipulative, and clever beyond words; sensing an opportunity in this city of forever warring dogs, but still holds a shred of humanity within that stone-cold heart.

Backstory
Spoiler bc long.
TW; pup death via illness, murder, torture, humiliation, starvation, abusive treatment of youngsters.

Connections

Theme Songs
Alpha - Little Destroyer.
So pleased to meet you,
Now you know my name,
Mother destroyer ya one and the same,
Mr. Preacher time to give up the throne,
I’m the master now damn its good to be home,
Just call me alpha.

Sidelines - EVAN GIIA.
I wanna walk till sunrise,
Let my chains knock sideways,
Till the sky drips sapphires,
And all my bloodline,
Is on the sidelines,
And I had to go insane on 'em,
Yeah, had to put the fade on 'em
Hit the cement like rata,
Let the beat hit harder than a boxer.

Snake - Halflives.
Heard that you said that I should leave this town,
I think I’ll sit and watch as you’re going down,
I’ll twist the knife and leave you with a vicious ache,
I won’t blink, I won’t shake, no,
Because baby I’m a snake.

Other
- Sonnet's voice claim is Farah Karim from Call of Duty: Modern Warfare.
- Sonnet exhibits erythrism; a congenital condition of abnormal redness in an animal's fur, plumage, or skin.



Commissioned from Doc on Wolvden.

K O N S T A N T I N E

"Death marks the completion of one's mortal life, but do not fear the end. What comes after is merely a new beginning.""

Commissioned from Coyffee (
#165324).

Age
6 years old.

Gender
Genderflux - He/They.

Orientation
Pansexual & Demiromantic.

Breed(s)
50% Borzoi | 50% Steppe Wolf.

Rank & Pack
Insurgent Healer.

Appearance
Fairly tall as his Borzoi heritage dictates, reaching 30 inches at the shoulder, but not quite as slender as a purebred ought to be. His fur is subtly wavy and quite dense, a deep black save for his white front toes and a splotch of white on the chest. The fur along his lower back and flank is ticked a lighter grayish hue while his underbelly is also much paler compared to the rest of his pelt, almost a smoky gray-black.

His eyes are almond shaped and a dark shade of amber, set in a chiseled head with a slender snout and semi-pricked ears, most often appearing floppy but able to stand straight when alert. His legs are long leading down to large paws and his tail is covered by shorter, bushier fur, curving upward near the middle.

Overall, his build is a bit odd to look at considering the differences in frame between a borzoi and a wolf. One might consider him handsome and another hideous depending on their point of view. A long scar slashes down and across the bridge of his muzzle in an uneven line and the left ear is missing a large chunk out of it.

Personality
Hailing from a far away land, Konstantine’s infamous reputation still manages to follow him across miles and miles of land. A famed mystic with a healing touch, but also one rumored to have a habit of charming the wives of alphas and perhaps a husband or two. Whether or not such statements are true is anyone’s guess. Upon first meeting it’s quite difficult to imagine this grim-faced stoic capable of anything beyond possibly staring into the very depths of your soul with those calculated, knowing eyes.

The wolfdog has a strange manner to him; unapologetic and bowing to no one, a strange yet erudite way of speaking, and confidence not easily found among those of a lower pedigree. Possessing a charm that draws others to him, the canine is shockingly empathetic and brimming with compassion. He chose to use his craft to heal over harm; striving to cure illness and ease suffering even if his bedside manner leaves much to be desired. He has a profound understanding of others that can strike terror into the hearts of those who do not wish to be known and leave others feeling truly seen for perhaps the first time in their lives.

Backstory
Tw: death by animal attack and illness.

Connections
TBD. Open to all.

Theme Songs
Rasputin - Boney M.
There lived a certain man, in Russia long ago,
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow,
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear,
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear,
He could preach the Bible like a preacher,
Full of ecstasy and fire,
But he also was the kind of teacher,
Women would desire.

Waste - David Vertesi
There's an enemy,
Living inside of me
And he's been wasting my time,
Wasting my time,
(I'm not scared of anything),
Except of wasting my time,
Wasting my time,
(I'm not scared of anything).

Other
- Konstantine's voice claim is Khan from Metro Exodus.



Commissioned from TadaKiba(side) (#57113)
.

B I S H O P

"We did not crumble. We did not back down. We stood eye to eye with violence and she blinked first."

Image credit goes to Jean on Flickr.

Age
2 years old.

Gender
Cis Male - He/Him.

Orientation
Gay.

Breed(s)
Unspecified Sighthound Mix.

Rank & Pack
Onus Scout.

Appearance
A slender male of moderate height, reaching 20 inches at the shoulder, his build is graceful and exhibits many of the traits one comes to expect from a sighthound. Delicate in figure, he is in actuality rather hardy and capable of enduring hard labor, a master of adapting and overcoming any obstacle that stands in his way. A natural athlete, he is a dog built for the hunt and the race, evidenced by long legs, lean muscles and the sweeping curves of his body.

His coat is medium length and wavy, the base white while large black patches mark his right shoulder, ears, and on both sides of his head, dissolving into smaller spots along his front legs and flank. Almond-shaped chestnut eyes are set in a finely chiseled head with small, folded ears and a long muzzle A long, arched neck leads down to thin shoulders. He was born with two tails, starting on a singular base before splitting, low-carried, curved and covered in long wispy fur.

Overall, Bishop's appearance is quite elegant and eye-catching, something he is very aware of and keen to flaunt. He treats his coat with meticulous care, doing his best to keep it clean and free of debris. A few faded scars mark the skin around his shoulders and along his spine but remain hidden by his long fur.

Personality
While Bishop can come across as obnoxious and self-entitled to those who don't know him well it’s generally unintentional on his part. He does tend to run on the sarcastic side and can range anywhere from being very straightforward to horribly passive-aggressive around canines he dislikes, usually dependent on who he's speaking with. Pair that with the fact he has a habit of teasing others and this doesn't often endear him to many. It's never his intention to be cruel, but for those who don't understand his sense of humor, it's easy to become offended by his insults.

That aside, he’s an amiable fellow who means well and can be quite friendly when in good company. Bishop is empathetic and protective despite his breed makeup not typically being known for guard work, which often leads to him being reckless if someone else is in danger. He won't hesitate to put his own life on the line if it means keeping a packmate safe and will defend his friends with everything he's got. He might not be the biggest or strongest dog around, but he can prove viciously tenacious when necessary.

An idealist and a scholar at heart, Bishop seeks to lift up the canines around him to a new level of conception that he he believes can only be achieved through a better understanding of Chernobyl's prior inhabitants, humans. He's obsessed with their buildings and their gadgets, with all the things they can do and create with their hands.

Backstory
TW; mental instability due to radiation exposure, abuse of pups by a parent,

Connections
TBD. Open to all. Probably Debby Ryan smiling at Quillon ngl. I'll apologize ahead of time.

Theme Songs
Glitter and Gold - Barns Courtney.
"Do you walk in the valley of kings?
Do you walk in the shadow of men,
Who sold their lives to a dream?
Do you ponder the manner of things?
In the dark?
The dark, the dark, the dark,
I am flesh and I am bone,
Arise, ting ting, like glitter and gold,
I've got fire in my soul,
Rise up, ting ting, like glitter."

Dancing in a Daydream - Roses & Revolutions ft Weathers.
"Barefoot, in the tall grass,
We've reached the palace,
But I'm betting that it won't last,
Bright lights and mirror ball,
We might be hurting,
But I'm ready for the freefall."

Other
- Bishop's voiceclaim is Viktor from Arcane: League of Legends.

S O N Y A

"I was always ashamed to take, so I gave. I was always afraid to speak, so I remained quiet. Who am I now beyond a whisper on the wind, another face of blinding virtue and charity. It's all just a disguise."

Image sourced to Petruss on Wikimedia Commons.

Age
4 years old.

Gender
Demi Female - She/They.

Orientation
Pansexual.

Breed(s)
50% Rough Collie | 25% Borzoi | 25% Siberian Husky.

Rank & Pack
Abolition Warrior.

Appearance
A canine of impressive height, reaching 29 inches at the shoulder. She sports a willowy build, but the amount of thick white fur covering her dainty frame makes them appear much larger than they actually are, longest around the throat and forming into a ruff. Her parents once affectionately called her their little lion. Her pelt is near marking-less save a light brown patch across her flank, her entire head save a white streak stretching from the middle of her skull to pool around her pink and black freckled nose, and feathered ears. She has a very long, slender muzzle and small dark brown eyes with a pale blue center circling her pupils that offer an almost foreign, but rather dignified visage. If she has any scars they're hidden by her immense fluff.

Personality
Upon first meeting, Sonya may come across as standoffish and aloof. Neither are true, she is merely reserved and introverted. Calm and level-headed, Sonya is always thinking about something, all options considered before doing something or uttering a single word. It isn't through any act of cowardice that keeps her from reacting or becoming a more active member of the community, but more so the fear of making a wrong decision and a mindset that she must "stay in her lane." Beneath her quiet demeanor is someone with good intentions, though she isn't always the best at seeing them through. If Sonya is known for anything it's likely her charitable nature.

Despite having very little to give she commonly helps others below her in her, providing food, care and shelter to those in need. The lass has very few possessions she would truly call her own. She's a fairly patient dog and not easily agitated, though she is also prone to silently judging others and holding grudges towards those who are unkind to her. Sonya suffers from a lack of self-confidence, fretful that her flaws outweigh the good she tries to put into the world. Though she leans more on the pacifistic size her height, stealth and agile reflexes have proven assets in battle.

She'll never leap into a fight with intent to kill or even harm. If it were up to Sonya she would send you bowling you over and rolling away without more than maybe a few bruises to remember her by. Her fighting style is remarkable for evasion and endurance, often defeating opponents through wearing them out before striking. Just like her father taught her.

Backstory
TW; puppy death, death via starvation, murder, implied cannibalism.

Connections
TBD. Open to all.

Theme Songs
Hurt For Me - SYML.
"Black out,
The night before inside of my mouth,
Too much, it's what I like to do now,
My mind explodes and I can't make it out,
I'm falling down,
I see your face and blurry shades and I reach out for your hand,
All your ways, I can't explain but I want to understand,
My love,
I only want you next to me,
Sweet love,
How long before you hurt for me, hurt for me?"

Other
Sonya's voiceclaim is Kara from Detroit: Become Human.