Character Idea/Character Forms

[feyre.archeron]

Welcome to my little corner of imagination. I have several character storages,
but this specific storage is not just for forms but for my ideas, for awhile they
may not be actual forms, they will just be words, names, personalities, and o
ther character traits needed for the form. I may have pictures and I may not.
Some forms will be completed though and coded, ready for RP's. I may not ev
en use characters for RP's, I just enjoy making characters. IF for whatever re
ason there is a character you really like message me. I MAY be willing to give
them up. If I do I will add your name to the character. I, however, to still have
the right to use my character.

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[name] albatross [nickname] alby [gender] male [age] four years and three months
[rank] enter here [breed] long haired german shepherd [scent] pine and soil [voice]
enter voice here [mother] shiegal (gsd) [father] magro (lhgsd) [siblings] valine (gsd)
[crush] enter here [mate] enter here [pups] enter here

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first impression: proud and confident
main traits: controlled and intelligent
+ traits: allocentric; captivating; com
panionly; dignified; empathetic; hone
st; observant; romantic; warm.
= traits: determined; hypnotic; outspo
ken; sarcastic; unaggressive
- traits: blunt; hesitant; impulsive; in
dulgent; opinionated; possessive; stro
ng willed

Sun crept carefully through the slanted window, the scent of grass dancing through the house as pups squealed at their mother's side. This was how Alby's life started. He was the largest of his litter, his fur prickly and long compared to his sister's short, smooth hair. He couldn't see and couldn't hear but there was a scent as strong as any. That of milk and warmth. He had moved towards it the moment he was born, whimpering eagerly. His sister did the same, but all he knew was the movement of her smaller frame struggling alongside him. Every day hands reached for him, touched him, grabbed him, pulled him away from the warmth and comfort of his mother, but they too seemed to hold a warmth to them and though he cried and whimpered, begging to be returned to his mother’s side, he settled as they pulled him closer. Time seemed to fly for his mother, their eyes opening only two weeks after they were born. Alby welcomed the world with an unmistakeable eagerness. While Valine stayed tucked away by their mother, he wanted to wander the world. His small, shaky legs didn’t get him far, but they would grow stronger and as they did, the strange two legged creatures became more grabby, always moving him back to the nest. However, he was a stubborn mule, constantly escaping the moment they set him back down. When sound cascaded on him, the world in which his sister lived in slight fear, he greeted with enthusiasm. His legs grew stronger and he grew bigger (and clumsier). By seven weeks he was running circles around his mother and sister, his large paws leaving him tripping over himself quite often. Even from a young age, dopey as he was, he was intelligent, learning quicker than any pup his mother had had before him. He knew what he wanted and how to get it, and when something was difficult for him or his sister, he would create clever ways to work around the difficulty. He lived in his human house for the first two months of his life, but one day, new people came into the house. The picked at his ears and tail, looked over his fur and parted his mouth. They talked quickly with the others, a small two leg at their side. His watched with curiosity, head tilted to the side, one ear flopping in the same direction. The small human did the same, though her ears stayed in place, but her lips curled in an odd fashion though he assumed it was good, his own people did the same when they made deep throaty noises at something silly the two siblings did. They always seemed so pleased with them when they made that face. After several more minutes a strange band wrapped across his neck and a rope attached. He would later learn that these were called a leash and collar and were in fact great things and not terrible things like he thought they were. They restrained him, kept him where he was and he didn’t much enjoy that. He hated it, in fact. He pulled and whined, Valine looking at him awkwardly while his mother just seemed to chuckle at his response. The large human dropped down, pulling him into his arms. Alby barely struggled, wrapped up in the warmth and strength of the man. When they took him home, he was all tail wags, excited about this new place to explore. He learned new things, explored new places and had a girl all his own. He couldn’t be happier. At night, he curled up at her side, her hand resting carefully on his head as she slept. Occasionally she would tangle her fingers in his fur and tug, when this happened, he would wake up, move closer and lick her face. However, she never really responded, she just shook as if she was terrified of something. One night, the shaking became worse and fear seared through him, he rushed to her mother and father, yelping and whining, tugging on the blanket with eagerness. They responded immediately, following him as he rushed back into his girls room. He wasn’t sure what happened after that, they left, but they came back, though his girl looked and sounded exhausted. He watched her carefully, sitting dutifully at her side. For the whole night he didn’t move, he didn’t eat, he just watched her carefully. After that night he started training, intensely. By the time his training was finished, he knew every command and learned that the shaking of his girl was something he could help prevent. Her scent changed just before the shaking began. He started going everywhere with her, he started wearing a special vest though he wasn’t sure what it was for but he knew it meant he had to behave, he couldn’t be the young dog he always was when he wasn’t wearing it. This was his human and he was her protection. He had to remember that, always.

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[feyre.archeron]

♕greek name meaning daffidol, associated with narcissism♕

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i. narcissa ii. isa iii. female, unaltered iv. three years and seven months
v. hunter vi. carolina dog (purebred) vii. twenty-two inches viii. 44 lbs
ix. smells of rosemary x. lean and agile xi. gold and green eyes (vibrant)
xiv. no crush xv. no mate xvi. no pups.

first impression: confident and outgoing
main traits: manipulative and dauntless
+ traits: captivating, ambitious, intelligent, observant, intuitive, strong
= traits: aggressive, dominating, deceptive, outspoken, proud, sarcastic
- traits: cantankerous, compulsive, erratic, haughty, malicious, petty

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Milk wasn’t the first scent that overwhelmed the small carolina dog’s nostrils, rather it was the scent of oil, gas and the hot touch of the asphalt that first assaulted the pup. The mother had tried. She tried to find a safe spot but every time she was chased away until the dank alley was all she had left. It was her last choice and so there she was, her pups born on the hot, disgusting ground. She pulled them as close to her as possible, trying to keep the warm and clean, trying to avoid the stench of human toxins, but it was nearly impossibly. There were seven of them, struggling and wriggling, and when one got knocked down another stumbled back onto the oil stained ground. She flinched every time a tiny body slide out of her reach, for she had to move around the others, leave them crying and screaming as she brought the other back to her. She couldn’t run when the dog catcher found her, instead she allowed herself to be swept up along with her seven pups. And that is where Narcissa’s life finished. She opened her eyes to bars and hard, cement floors. She stumbled around in a small kennel and opened her ears to the sound of barking dogs, frightened puppies and horrid humans. She was kicked, pushed, bit, shouted at, thrown and alone once she was big enough. Luckily for her, she was adopted quickly, but she never saw her siblings again, and she had no idea the fate of her mother. The family that took her was kind, loving, opposite of everything she had been put through. She was confused, uncomfortable and didn’t know how to behave. Though she wasn’t snappy she was anxious and often avoided the humans, but she learned quickly that they weren’t all bad. The more confident she got, the more arrogant she got and with every passing day she became more and more narcissistic.

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Meet Xantara,a two and a half year old female Belgain Malanois. Many dogs sh
orten her name to Tara, however, she prefers to be called by her full name. S
he is a loner but may eventually join a pack, though it is still not decided. S
he is not sterile and is not spayed so she is able to have pups but currently is
not interested in anyone and does not have any pups. She smells of gunpowd
er and leather and has a sweet voice with a british accent. Her pelt is the us
ual brown and black of the breed and her eyes are a deep deep brown. She w
ears a brown leather collar with several dog tags from her police dog days. s
he has several scars but none of them extremely noticable. She stands at 25
inches, just slightly larger than the average female and weighs about 72lbs.

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Ｄｏ Ｙｏｕ Ｔｈｉｎｋ Ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ
Ｔｈｅ Ｏｎｌｙ Ｏｎｅ Ｗｈｏ Ｆｅｅｌｓ
Ｔｈｅ Ｗａｙ Ｙｏｕ Ｄｏ？

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Upon first impression she seems stoic and proud and you wouldn't be wrong.
Xantara is extremely proud of who she is and of where she came from how
ever she, despite what it seems, is highly depressed with her lack of a job.
She is not very aggressive but can get defensive and protective of those she
cares about and can be extremely territorial. It is when her territory is thr
eatened that she truly becomes aggressive. She is highly intelligent and di
sciplined due to her constant training in the 'academy' as she calls it. She
is agile and clever and can be extremely manipulative if she needs to, tho
ough she prefers to solve things with communication rather than forcing t
hings to go the way she needs them too.

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Ｔｈｅ Ｂｉｒｔｈ Ｏｆ Ａ ＳｏｌｄｉｅｒUpon first impression she seems stoic and proud and you wouldn't be wrong. Xantara is extremely proud of who

The first thing the she remembers is the sweet scent of milk as several bodies wriggled against her. Her life would never be as simple
as others dogs lives, but at the time she had no idea. Instead she suckled strongly, eagerly even, excited for the life she didn't even k
now she had, the life that was currently drenched in the darkness of her blind eyes. When she did finally open them, she immediatel
y began learning of the world, being taught that the world was not such a scary place. She learned quickly and as she got larger, her
training got more intense. She began learning things other dogs didn't need to know and it was only at the age of six months that she
learned she was a police dog. She was trained for drugs, weapons and field work, her intelligence surpassing that of some of the ot
her pups. She grew highly close to her trainer, following his every command, every move. She could understand him even when he
was not speaking. She loved her trainer, her master. She slept at his feet every night, eager to work and train the next day. When s
officially earned her place as a police dog, she was over joyed, ready to start her life as a soldier, a fighter, a peace bringer. She wa
s eager to start and help her master. It was shortly after that that he disappeared... she had never had a chance to protect him he ju
st simply vanished. It was then that she disappeared into the void and chose a life alone.

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Name: His name is Rigby but goes by Iggy.
Gender: He is male, unaltered.
Age: He is three years old.
Breed: He is an American Pit Bull Terrier,
Dalmation Mix.
Rank: Fighter
Pelt: His base color is white but he has li
ght brown spots covering his body.
Eyes: His eyes are a deep brown.
Other: He has a baby blue color on with
a single tag with his name engraved on it.
Mother: APBT named Ashby
Father: Dalmation named Tucker.
Siblings: All deceased except half sister n
amed Saphire.

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Ｏｎ Ｃｒｏｓｓｉｎｇ Ｂｒｉｄｇｅｓ
Ｔｈａｔ Ｄｏ Ｎｏｔ Ｅｘｉｓｔ

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First Impression: Rambunctious and Outgoing
Main Traits: Confident and Playful
Positive Traits: Adventerous, Athletic, Che
erful, Enthusiastic, Energetic, Optimistic,
Spontaneous, Youthful.
Neutral Traits: Absentminded, Ambitious,
Outspoken, Stubborn, Determined, Tough,
Negative Traits: Anxious, Airy, Boisterous,
Compulsive, Destructive, Erratic, Obnoxi
ous, Quirky, Reactive, Rowdy, Silly, Undi
sciplined.

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When I came into this world I was not alone, There were five of us, but me? I was the only one with light tan spots dancing across my pure white pelt. I wasn't the smallest but I also wasn't the biggest, and all I really remember is the sweet scent of milk and the warmth of bodies wriggling against mine. There was no sound, no view. The world was black and the quiet. That was how my world was for the first two weeks of my life and when the light of the world finally worked its way into my eyes and the song of the earth finally penetrated my ears, I was already my eager and excited than I ever had been. I was different though. My brothers were both black with white paws laced with black spots, one of my sisters was a blue hue, her white chest speckled with spots of white, the other was a white a brindle with no spots marking her brilliant whites. They were all so different from me and yet we bore the same parents. As we grew, our mother stopped tending to us as much, she wouldn't let us suckle or play roughly. She became nippy, irritable, but she still loved us and we learned quickly. We grew and we grew until one day, one of us had disappeared. It was my brother, Dramon. Mother told us he had gone home and while it was highly confusing for us, we accepted it. I didn't truly understand until the day a young girl came in, her blonde hair dancing across her face. She was a small person, standing just to th knees of the one I assumed was her mother. Her excitement was betrayed in an odd array of screeches and though it made my siblings hide, it excited me. I bounced eagerly around her feet and the next thing I knew I was sitting in a moving car at her side. Her small hands tugged at my ears but I didn't care. I finally understood what my mother had told us, about Dramon going home. She was my home. It was like... a connection I couldn't deny.

I made myself at home in the family's house, and as I grew, so did the little person. We got into plenty of trouble together. We made messes outside, played in the dirt, went for walks. Life was great. She was my whole world that little person and her family loved me. I made them all laugh and I always made sure she was happy. That was my life before everything happened. I still saw my siblings from time to time, so when my humans disappeared that was the first place I went. Dramon's. Dramon was out, tied to his chain like he always was, but this time he looked like he had given up. He told me how his humans disappeared but he couldn't manage to escape the chains. I stayed with him and fed him for days but it was never enough and eventually I had to leave and search farther out. I found him one day, his body stiff, eyes closed tight and I knew he was gone. When I joined the pack as a fighter, I had already spent much of my time alone, my bones could be seen through my pelt, my eyes were a dull brown. They welcomed me and slowly but surely I have proven my worth.

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◍A subdivision of a district, Ultimately Arabic◍

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name: taluka
nickname: luka
gender: male
age: nine months
breed: dalmation
rank: pup

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color: white and black
size: twenty-four inches
weight: 72.2 pounds
coat: short
eyes: ice blue
scent: leather

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mother: caroline
father: duncan
siblings: nova and lush
crush: open
mate: n/a
pups: n/a

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First Impression: Upon meeting Taluka, he appears to be any normal pup, hyper and outgoing.
Main Traits: For the most part he is hyperactive and temperamental.
Positives: He is a kind and generous for the most part and enjoys helping others. To add he is
extremely loyal to his pack.
Neutral: He can be sarcastic and quick witted which can occasionally get him into trouble wi
th authority figures.
Negative: He can be aggressive and is occasionally highly arrogant and dominating with others.

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Three small shapes squirmed against their mother’s body, each one covered in small, almost transparent spots. Their ears and eyes were closed, oblivious to everything but the scent of rich, sweet milk and the warmth of their mother. There were no worries, no problems, at least not for the little ones. They were hidden in a broken down house, tucked away in the shadows, far from the harm of their mother’s master. The large female was lined with scars, emaciated, and exhausted. They were purebreds, but they were cared little about. This was her tenth litter and she was only shy of four years. They had rarely fed her, rarely loved her and never let her out of her. Her paws were sore, dirty and her nails overgrown. What should have been a beautiful dog was a shadow of a corpse just waiting to decay. She, however, was not sorry for the pups she now held. These three would be hers, she would raise them right, she would love them for as long as she could, and they would be a family. She was right, the pups grew quickly, their eyes and ears opening, giving them a new look on the world. Taluka’s vision was blurry but the large figure of his mother was the most comforting sight he could see, he would forever recognize the scent of her, like butterscotch mixed with the rich scent of milk. The more he grew the closer he grew to her. She was his everything and she taught him to be kind and caring. He listened with ease, learned from her words and grew in kindness, but he wouldn’t stay kind. He was only two months the pups had to escape the hands of the dog catcher, but only he and his mother escaped, the other two were swept up and taken to the shelter. Suddenly, he had lost his siblings and had no playmates. His mood dropped and his words became snappy and irritable. However, he remained kind, loving to others, generous perhaps? This wasn’t the last time he would be heartbroken. At four months, his mother was brutally murdered in front of him. From that moment he vowed revenge on those that had harmed him.

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✩Pronounced key-na, originated from gaelic language, means intelligent✩
female • seven months • pup • border collie x australian shepherd • pansexual

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• Active
• Benevolent
• Daring
• Enthusiastic
• Fun-Loving
• Honest
• Humble
• Intelligent
• Loyal
• Mature
• Observant
• Protective
• Romantic

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• Ambitious
• Cute
• Earthy
• Emotional
• Hypnotic
• Obedient
• Outspoken
• Private
• Proud
• Sarcastic
• Stubborn
• Unaggressive
• Whimsical

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• Airy
• Aloof
• Blunt
• Cautious
• Compulsive
• Delicate
• Excitable
• Forgetful
• Gullible
• Indulgent
• Naive
• Obsessive
• Passive

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Kyna was born in the woods where she now lives. She was the only pup born due to her mother being malnourished but she was given the best life she could possibly have. Though her mother had barely any milk, she was able to successfully nurse Kyna until she was six weeks old. She taught Kyna early how to hunt and by two and a half months Kyna was able to catch her own small prey. She would bring back mice, voles, and small birds (often previously injured) when they went out hunting together. Kyna was never a troublesome pup and surprisingly has never acted quite pup-like. She has always been more mature and controlled than most pups and it is obvious in the way she carries herself. By four months, her mother and her had found the pack and from that moment on they stayed with them, contented with the care and protection they received from pack life.

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➶word of german origin, means hunter➴
male • coon hound x catahoula • six months • bisexual

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When he was born, he was immediately the favorite of his parents. They had
met each other deep in the forest and were quick to fall in love. He was a sp
ecial pup with odd markings and as he got older, odd colored eyes. He was k
ind hearted and rather shy and clumsy. While he can be very friendly, he is a
lso a nervous wreck. His mother raised him to be kind and so he always is, w
illing to lend a helping hand no matter where he goes or who it is that needs
help. His kind heart can sometimes get him into dangerous situations as he c
an be very gullible. He lost his mother and father when he was only three mo
nths old so the wound is still rather fresh and does cause him some distress.

voice (young): copper | voice (adult): copper

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Ｉ ｃａｎｔ ｈｅｌｐ ｂｕｔ ｂｅ ｓｏ ｓｅｌｆｉｓｈ
ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ Ｉ ｗｉｓｈ ｙｏｕ ｗｅｒｅ ｈｅｒｅ

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female • three years • hunter • bi
border collie x australian shepherd

meet abrielle, also known as ariel. she is a rather quiet dog, keeping to
herself. she is rather gentle with others and especially loves pups. she w
as raised in a home with three children and several cats but got lost dur
ing a vacation trip when she chased a squirrel. at that point she was alr
eady pregnant with kyna. she delivered her pup in the forest alone but r
aised her properly. she never told kyna of her people so the young pup h
as always lived a feral life and has never known about the humans, asid
e from what she hears about them from the other dogs. she has icy blue
eyes and is tricolored merle. she can be rather impatient with adult dog
s and is known to be rather aloof, disappearing without word for hours o
n end. she has a kind and gentle voice, similar to her daughters and is al
ways going out of her way to help others when they need it. she would n
ever leave a pup or injured dog by themselves and will do anything she c
an to prevent injuries. She is not a fighter at all but rather a lover at hea
rt.