a game of cat and mouse. open.

[gizmo,]

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{ roman }{ male }{ fighter }{ the humerous one }

ｔｈｅ ｂａｓｉｃｓ ➳ Being at the age of four years, you'd think Roman would be pretty mature. He is, after all, an adult and fully grown. But, alas, he is not. He usually just acts like he is a pup again, and if it weren't for his large size, most would probably assume he was one. Anyway, back to Roman. It's quite obvious what gender Roman is, but if someone ever needed clarification, he would gladly show them. In all seriousness too. As for family, his parents are deceased, having perished when their pack was overrun by rogues. It caused him great pain, for though he has three siblings, two brothers and a sister, he doesn't know where they are. Having lost tough with them, they could be dead or alive, and Roman wouldn't know. Oh yes, his name. Well, Roman's full name is Roman Empire, though he is known by just Roman. It suits him just fine, for he has no idea where hi full name came from. He didn't exactly get a chance to ask either, before their untimely deaths. His rank is of fighter - he protects his pack with as much fervor as puts into his humor. Many know he may joke and laugh, but when it comes down to it, he is a protector and always will be.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ➳ A shameless flirt, is what many have called him. Among other things, this is true. It doesn't take much for Roman to get interested, but it takes a whole lot to keep his interest. No one has done such a thin yet, and Roman doesn't think that'll ever happen. Quite obviously, he is also a stubborn brute. wip

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ｌｏｖｅ ➳ Roman doesn't have much of family now that his parents are dead. His siblings are somewhere out there, but he has lost touch with them, so unfortunately, he is on his own. He has no mate or pups of his own, and he says he isn't looking for that now, but if he really asked himself, he probably would be. It may be cliche, but he just hasn't met the right fae. He may not believe it himself, but it is true. He hasn't met someone that can get his heart soaring and blood boiling all at the same time. Yes, he may flirt shamelessly, but that has no meaning. The day Roman Empire doesn't flirt with a female will be the day pigs fly. Or worse, he's found his match.

[je ; t a i m e]

ｓａｙ ｈｅｌｌｏ, ｓｕｐｅｒｍａｎ!
known for his c u r i o s i t y and b r a v e r y, superman plays the role of s c o u t in the pack. one word that could never describe him? i'd say xxxw i t h d r a w n would be about right. he'll go by s t e e l, considering that in the comics, superman is also referred to as the man of steel. { it was something the girl who briefly adopted him, nina, came up with. } to him, love is k i n d o f a g a m e -- superman has a reputation for taking things far too lightly -- so he doesn't tend to deal with it. he's got his eyes and mind o p e n, though. despite his playful attitude about romance, superman doesn't have much trouble with the ladies. he is a xih a n d s o m e fellow, after all. b r o w n - e y e d and m u s c u l a r, superman can most easily be identified as adorable. he hates this, however, and tries his best to be b r o o d i n g, though the poor thing can never pull off the mysterious facade. believe it or not, before his life as a pack dog, superman actually had a family to take care of. shocking that he can be responsible, huh? there was his sister, his brother and his mother, all of which he abandoned once they could handle themselves. of course he r e g r e t s it every second of his life now. secretly, he is trying to aim the pack towards harlem, where they all once lived, in hopes to f i n d t h e m a g a i n.


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ｈｅｌｌｏ， ｍｏｌｌｉｅ ｄｅａｒ!
while mollie might not be the most intelligent, i don't think there's any question that she has a b i g h e a r t. it's quite strange that she would be a f i g h t e r with her s w e e t persona. however, she's good at what she does, however much she doesn't like hurting others. she's f o c u s e d and a l e r t, and despite her c o o l temper, mollie isn't afraid to set somebody straight. she's got a bit of a thing for rigby, just a t i n y c r u s h. she thinks he's quite cute, actually. mollie c a r e s way too much about what others think. if they're sad, if they're happy. she always w o r r i e s. now, it's not like she's obsessive. she's just a p l e a s e r. she's quite the girl, as well. e l e g a n t and c a r e f u l. she can handle herself just fine, don't get me wrong. but mollie might take some time in doing so. her history is very strange. patches are m i s s i n g, leaving mollie with a blank on most of her puppyhood. she remembers pain, lots of pain, and seeing her siblings yelping and limping. if she were to remember, she'd hate humans permanently. mollie, as well as the rest of her litter, was b e a t by her owners. as soon as she and hersiblings escaped, they all suppressed the memories the best they could. maybe mollie did too well a job and just f o r g o t. she still sees marco, a loner and her brother, who is afraid to ruin her bliss by telling her the t r u t h.

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bump~

[viva la vida;]

{ May I please reserve the female scout and a male fighter please? }

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{{ of course ^^ long time no see stone. }}

[small town.]

{I have horseback riding, I have to get ready but when I'm done I'll get Rex's basic's down. I have his pictures up though.}

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bump~

[Guest]

----ｉ' ｍ ｎｏｔ ｌｉｋｅ
ｔｈｅ ｒｅｓｔ ｏｆ
ｔｈｅｍ .
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ｓｈｅ ｈａｄ ａ ｈａｂｉｔ ｏｆ ｌｅａｖｉｎｇ ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ ｂｅｈｉｎｄ.

name;;
alaska’s never cared much for her name. it doesn’t hold much meaning to her, but it sounds majestic and vast, full of possibilities. she doesn’t have many nicknames, but if you’re feeling creative, you can try and make one up for her.

age;;
alaska is a young, vibrant two years old.

gender;;
if you’re not a dog, sometimes it’s difficult to tell that alaska is a female.

rank;;
she is a fighter.

appearance;;
alaska is a fighter, which means that typically she’d have the same muscular build as everyone else. she has unusually broad shoulders and is at least over two feet at the shoulder. alaska’s fur is thick and black, the typical husky coloration. soft to the touch, the scent of rain, lilacs, and lavender cling to it, their sweetness contrasting with alaska’s personality at large. her legs are muscular. in fact, wiry, ropy muscles run up and down this fae’s entire body, giving her a graceful, limber appearance. alaska is very muscular, and her physical limitations appear to be nonexistent. she has medium sized paws covered in snow white fur, and a sweeping, bicolored tail. but perhaps the most beautiful thing about alaska are her eyes. they’re a pale blue color, silvery and cold like the winter sky. they enchant all who meet her with their iciness. she has a powerful body build for running and fighting.

personality;;
alaska is reserved. it’s difficult to sum up her personality in just a few
paragraphs, but she has a tongue sharper than her teeth. alaska is very
guarded and aloof; she is levelheaded in most situations but remains
loyal to her pack through thick and thin. not one you’d pin a rebellion on.
alaska seems to have no mutinous cells in her body. she’s not the gentle
giant type that some big dogs are. alaska likes to be rough, blunt, and to
the point. she simply thinks everyone has the same thick skin that she does
- you must learn to forgive her for her occasional lack of social skills. she
is stubborn and persistent, not one to give up easily or surrender immediately.
she has incredible stamina and drive, with a fiery temper that rivals both
of them in fierceness. she is rarely seen as being a tender mother figure,
because she tends to be so detached from other members of the pack.
her sole purpose in life, though, seems to be making sure that her fellow
pack mates are protected. on the outside, alaska may seem like a big,
burly meathead, but in actuality, she may be the most intelligent of the
bunch. she’s not a naturally bubbly, fun, outgoing dog, but she is cunning
and an expert in strategy. rarely does alaska let down her guard, and she
keeps up her walls which are strong enough to make diamonds and titanium
jealous. if she has a problem, she’s unafraid to say it, to voice her opinion
and make her thoughts heard. alaska is mostly oblivious to others’ emotions
and has a hard time understanding her own. she’s a hot mess of a husky
and wild at heart. from time to time she will make a reckless decision or
go a little too far. she’s not a naturally cheerful dog, often leaning towards
being sardonic and irritable. she enjoys challenges and puzzles, not to mention
finding creative solutions to problems. alaska has a close friend that she
primarily goes to for everything, and then a smattering of semi-friends
she doesn’t let in through her walls very much.

history;;
alaska was born on a snowy day. the clouds were silver and bleak. her mother
had eyes full of love for all of her pups, whom she assumed she’d raise
accordingly. she couldn’t have been more wrong. winter had been the wrong
time to give birth to her litter; the majority of them perished. eventually, only
alaska was left. her mother’s eyes were like a cow’s, dewy and full of love alaska
felt she didn’t deserve. even at a young age, she was secluded and quiet, oddly
calculating and hardwired for a pup. she was built and strong, much like her father
(whom she had no recollection of) and had a peculiar iciness in her eyes. it was
the same iciness that would follow alaska throughout the rest of her life. as soon
as she was old enough, she left. alaska wasn’t sure how far her paws could take
her, but she knew that the shame and guilt of being the only survivor would weigh
on her shoulders forever. the snowy world of the state she was born in seemed
endless, as were the possibilities of where she could run to and from. she loved
the feeling of the chill cutting through her fur, the whistling of the frigid gale in
her ears, and the clean, tasteless scent of snow. the crunch of it under her paws
became crisp and rhythmic, and she finally found her way to the border of her
state. from there, her journey took off. alaska put her beginnings behind her
and found places to live. she’s seen almost the entire country, making stops in
montana, california, arizona, utah, colorado, indiana, missouri, mississippi,
and all the way northwest to where she is now. alaska has never been able to stay
tied down to one place. she’s had to learn to keep on running even when it
hurts. because it’s always been easier to run from her fears than turn around
and face them head on.

love interest;;
she currently has no love interest, nor does she believe she will any time soon.

[Guest]

ｔｈｅ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ ｌｏｏｋｓ ｄｏｗｎ ｏｎ.

name;;
rigby. yes, if you’re wondering, it’s after the song eleanor rigby by the beatles. it perfectly sums him up - always lonely and forgotten, always the runt of the litter. his sister’s name is eleanor, actually. rigby goes by a few nicknames: rigs, riggy, iggy, bee, and beebee. he prefers rigby above all.

age;;
rigby is a spritely two years of age.

gender;;
though his physique suggests otherwise, rigby is a male.

rank;;
he is a scavenger.

appearance;;
rigby is a beautiful dog. he is somewhat effeminate in shape, but he blames that on his rank in the pack, which demands of him the ability to slink through tight spaces and be far more flexible than the average brute. for a husky, rigby is slim and lanky, more gangly and awkward than ronald weasley with twice the charm and phobias. rigby is covered in thick, soft, cream-and-light-russet fur. he has average sized paws, and a cold, wet, black nose. rigby isn’t undersized. in fact, he’s the tallest dog in the pack. but he fails in the muscle department. rigby is very slender, as previously mentioned. he has an odd habit of smiling - any human swears the corners of his muzzle lift in a twinkle when he’s happy. rigby is, in a word, spindly. he has long limbs and uses them to his advantage. but his eyes are something else. rigby’s eye color is extremely unusual. it is a light green color, soft and milky like ancient jade, but at times clear and crisp like the scent of lemongrass - the same smell that has burrowed itself permanently into his fur. due to his scraggliness, rigby often finds that he trips over himself far more than the average dog.

personality;;
where to begin? unlike alaska, rigby can be summed up in a word: nerdy. this brute is a certifiable dork. if rigby were a human, he’d be the pale, freckly type too tall for doors that watched every episode of star wars and star trek seven times. he’s not the most courageous, and he’s fairly passive a majority of the time. rigby keeps most of his emotions bottled up inside, searching desperately for an escape route. he’s always been the awkward potato, fond of blurting out random observations or things he notices when he has been placed in a position or situation he deems uncomfortable. rigby is unfalteringly loyal, but rarely noticed or treated as a good friend. usually, he wants the girl, but helps the other guy get her. rigby has a good heart, but sometimes, his stupidity is a bit over the top. deep down, he’s an analyst, a deep thinker, and a constant creator of original mottos and philosophies. he’s been given so little love and yet has so much pouring out of him. rigby is an endless waterfall of endurance and good intentions, not to mention unspoken words that should probably be said. he’s the underdog - literally.

history;;
rigby grew up in a loving household. though he never knew either of his parents in-depth, his sister, eleanor, and himself were more like good friends. the humans that cared for them allowed them to exercise and constantly feel loved. that was what rigby appreciated the most - how obvious their gestures of care were. their house burned down. alone and desolate, rigby tried to be optimistic and make the most of things. he carved out a small living space for himself and hung in there until he found the pack he currently resides in.

love interest;;
none at the moment.

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{{ if your dog is put on the front rankings, you are pardoned from finishing your form. we're waiting to start on those who reserved positions but have yet to start on their forms. im planning on starting today so all that wuld be needed is an image of the dog and the basics c: }}