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[koushi.]

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kennel #. 51

name. bajo [bah-ho]
gender. male
species/breed. anthro bunny shapeshifter.

personality.

hobby. playing the guitar, bands etc..

extra.
[style watch..]

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[booklover789]

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Username: booklover789
Kennel: 52
Credit: Base by Berkshire, revamp by booklover789.
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Username: booklover789
Kennel: 53
Credit: Base by Berkshire, revamp by booklover789.
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[cherubim]

who i am;; hello! I am aph belgium, but please,
call me Bel. I am an amateur artist, and a passionate
writer.

which kennel? ;; no. 45


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introductions;; The character I am trying out
for does not have an original name. Therefore, I am
Christening this character with the full name of
Penthesilea { pehn - thea - sil - ee - ah } Lillith Solas.
This is because all names have a mystic meaning
to them, and are rather ancient. I believe such beautiful
and original names suit such a character.

gender;; Penthseilea (also known as Pen or Lea)
is a cis female.

age;; 16

nationality;; Dutch, British

species;; Pen is a human.

who is Pen? ;; Snarky, sassy and silver-tongued
are all words that can be used to describe the blonde.
She has a never-fading smirk on her face, and always
likes to cause trouble wherever she goes. Even family
get-togethers are no match for Pen.
Though it looks like that's all to Pen, it really isn't. Underneath
those nasty and wounding insults, Pen is a kind young
lady. This side of her is rarely shown, though, as she
likes to ignore the fact that she gives humans compassion.
She is usually found around animals, as she believes
that she can trust only them.

Pen's story;; Pen was only a few days old when she
was put up for adoption. Her mother already had exceeded
the amount of children she could have, so poor Pen
had to go.
She doesn't resent her biological mother, as she knows it
had to be done. She does, however resent her for never trying
to contact her.
Her new mother, Cecilia Janssens, cares deeply for
Pen, as their
other daughter, Cynthia, had gone AWOL due
to unforeseen
reasons that no-one is aware of. Not even Cecilia
knows.
Brought up in a poor suburb of the Netherlands, Pen's only
source of entertainment was her loving animals. Her constant
companion, Ryker, was a small brown Border Collie
who shortly
ran away after being mistreated by by his original owners. This
made Pen slowly, but surely, resent people, as the only humans
she saw were cruel and ruthless. Her veiws have never changed.
Her mother moved to London shortly after, dragging
Pen with her, into a small flat where they were only allowed one
pet; Mercury, a young Japanese Akita that was given to
Pen as a birthday present. Pen still has Mercury, though he
may be old, he has been Pen' faithful companion.
Pen now works at a near-by animal shelter, and enjoys
working with all the discarded animals. The staff are likable,
which is also a plus in Pen's eyes.

my interpretation of Pen;; Pen is somewhat a representation
of one side of me; the cynical, mean side, but with a love for
animals. However, she isn't based off of me; just that small
portion. I had noted Cynthia, which is another character of
mine. She has a complex background, but she basically
ran away due to her schizophrenic mind creating another "being"
that told her what to do. She is over in Germany now, creating
a new life for herself. I may make up a story where Pen and
Cynthia meet, which would bring up a lot of drama and biterness
between the two. However, putting that aside, Cynthia and
Pen would get along perfectly if they had been sisters at
a young age and grew up together.

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[Mercuré]

Username: irockwaffleking
Kennel number: 7

-- About the character--
Name: henry
Gender: male
Species/breed: basenji
Personality: happy
Favorite hobby: swimming
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[sel]

Username: minette.
Kennel number: 7

-- About the character--
Name: Boston
Gender: female
Species/breed: Basenji (canine)
Personality: (this kind of turned into a backstory as well. There's tons of personality sprinkled in though)
Boston was adopted at a very young age by a very old couple. As a result, she didn't get to stay with them long because soon after getting used to her new home, the old couple died and Boston was thrown out of the house by strange people she had never seen before. Because her young mind couldn't come up with any other conclusion as to why she had been treated this way, the young Basenji pup assumed that she had been abandoned, and grew to resent humans altogether because of it. Instead of finding a new home, Boston made a life for herself on the streets. She hunted rats and scavenged trash for food, becoming fairly content with a free life.
Boston considers herself very street smart; she's cocky and tends to act like she runs the city. Her confident attitude makes many strays want to be around her, so she makes acquaintances quickly. Boston doesn't like being in big groups, though, so she does what she can to kindly shake off anyone trying to stay with her long-term. She's a bit of a "lone wolf" and, while she has no trouble visiting with and being friendly around other dogs she has come to know, spends most of her time one her own. She does, however, have a soft spot for young pups.
She is very stubborn. Ask her to do something she doesn't want to do? Forget about it. If Boston doesn't like the idea, then it's not happening. She'd rather fight you than let you tell her what to do. Luckily, this doesn't happen very often.
Favorite hobby: chasing beetles; something she could never shake from her puppy hood. She'll sometimes sneak into a human yard in search of them
1 extra OR 3 artpieces: she is very afraid of water, only gets close enough to small puddles to drink from. This is the story of why...

"Jay Jay are you sure about this?" the young Basenji pup squeaked, peering down at the river beneath her and the other dog. It was raining, and the two were standing on a hill that went down into a valley. In that valley there was a huge, rushing river, twice it's normal size due to the constant downpour that had been going on all week.
The blue grey pup beside her, only a couple months older than her, scoffed and said "sure i am! Boston don't be such a baby, i've done this a million times! And anyway, it's the only way to get across."
Boston parted her jaw to speak, but Jay Jay wasn't paying attention anymore, he had already padded up to the top of the hill and was already jabbering away. "Now listen." he instructed in a matter of fact tone, beckoning Boston closer. "You have to get a running start down this hill if you're going to make it across, it's the only way. Once your paws hit the pebbles around the very edge of the river, that's when you know to jump. And i mean really leap, you have to leap hard if you don't want to fall in. If you do, you'll never make it out." Boston gave him a 'yeah right' look but said nothing. Truth be told, she was nervous. She had never been this far out of the city. Jay Jay did it all the time, but Boston had never been able to bring herself to travel so far away from the paved streets she knew so well.
When she didn't say anything in reply, Jay Jay must have taken it as a sign that she was ready, because he stood aside. "You'll go first." he said, sitting down. Apparently she didn't have much choice, so Boston went for it. Without giving herself a chance to second guess the idea, she started sprinting down the hill. She knew what to do, but as she started picking up speed she could sense something was wrong. The earth beneath her was slick from all the rain and Boston was finding it harder and harder to keep her footing. There was no way too stop and, without warning, the young pup's front paw slipped on the mud and she lost her balance.
She was tumbling down the hill now, without any control and rather ungracefully. She could only pray that she would stop falling before she came to the river. But the ground was too muddy, and there was no chance. Soon, she was plunged into the icy river water.
'Which way is up?!' Boston, chilled to the bone, had no sense of direction. She couldn't open her eyes, and she couldn't seem to find anything that told her where the surface was. All she could feel was being pushed by the strong current towards who knew where. 'Someone help me!' she thought desperately. She had a vague sense of loosing the feeling in her paws, and knew that it was getting too cold for her. She was going to drown, and only hoped that Jay Jay would chase her body far enough to pull her out. But by then, she would already be long gone.
The pup had just given up hope when she felt her fur brush up against something; it felt like the side of the river bed. The next thing she knew, a set of jaws were grasping her scruff as tightly as she had ever felt and, with a grunt, she was pulled from the water. In her spluttering attempts to get as much air in her lungs as possible, Boston looked up at her savior to see her friend's yellow eyes, round and worried, staring intently at her.
"You idiot." she coughed, finally finding her voice. Sitting up, she shook her fur and looked back at the river. Something dark and cold gripped her chest at the sight of the deep rushing water. The waves seemed to be reaching for her, it was like they wanted to take her back. "I hate water, i'm never going near it again for as long as I live."

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