|ғorever yoυng| { dog roмance } Open!

[Espeon101010]

((I shall join with a boy and girl in a few minutes))

[lonely.silence]

{ Thanks for accepting me }

[Meweep]

( can i reserve male co-leader? making my form now )

[swag;]

{ @Espeon101010cds awesome!
@silentcry, well of course! ^-^
@cloudchaser, will do! }

[swag;]

{ bump! }

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{{ May I begin Role-Playing? }}

[swag;]

{ @friskiipup, I'd prefer if we waited for a few more people to join. }

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{{ Okey Dokey! }}

:3

[Espeon101010]

| N A M E | Adara-Rose (Adara for short)
| A G E | 3 years old
| G E N D E R | Female
| B R E E D | Pure bred beagle
| P E R S O N A L I T Y | Adara is kind and caring and is the kind of dog will stand up for anyone if they're in need even if it's not the smartest thing in the world to do. If she sees another dog acting improperly or out of its rank, she will snap at him and make sure he gets back in line but she doesn't like to cross that line. She has a sharp tongue when needed and isn't afraid to use it against anyone
| H I S T O R Y | Adara doesn't have a very interesting history to share and she doesn't like to talk about herself anyways, but she was originally a show dog who was known as a near-national champion in the ring. Her show name was Good Sir Rose (the breeder took the kennel name of Good Sir) but she prefers living on the streets with other dogs than in a house constantly moving around to different competitions
| C R U S H | Carter (shh)
| R A N K | Anything is fine with her
| T H E M E S O N G| Lullaby for a stormy night
| O T H E R | any other details about your character here

| N A M E | Malto
| A G E | 4 years old
| G E N D E R | male
| B R E E D | Great dane and weimaraner cross
| P E R S O N A L I T Y | Malto isn't very social but if you get on his good side, he can be very protective over you. He is a bit of a hothead and doesn't think simple things through but he is well aware of the daily dangers for stray dogs. Malto has a soft spot for faes but has only seen one in his life and wouldn't be sure how to act around one
| H I S T O R Y | Malto grew up on the streets once his mom passed away after he was born. She had been ill but he was an only pup so his dad dropped him at a pound. He escaped a few years later and loves to live in the city. He has been a lone for most of his life and has wondered for a long time if he should find other dogs. He has passed a few every now and then but he hasn't spoken to any of them since he escaped the pound.
| C R U S H | none
| R A N K | anything
| T H E M E S O N G| Angel with a shotgun
| O T H E R | no?

[war paint.]

| N A M E | Vulcan
| A G E | 4 years
| G E N D E R | Brute
| B R E E D | Mutt
| P E R S O N A L I T Y | " People think at the sight of me I'm a bully or I'm there for the kill. But really I don't like doing that stuff; even though I can do it. People also think I'm clumsy and loud; again I'm neither. Just a kind brute with a wise personality; I always include every one and I can be very private. But if you do get off my mean side I can be viscous; dangerous; and ready to hurt someone. Though I've never killed any one; I surely have hurt them. I can be very fatherly and a great friend; and I'm smart around fights; I know special spots to grab to knock out/ or etc. Also I am a skilled hunter and can be very competitive! "
| H I S T O R Y | " I was born; raised; and thought as a stray. Since I'm so big they used me as there 'secrete' weapon. Who you ask? My pack; when ever there were fights over food and they were winning they would bring me out and dogs would run at the sight of me, and dogs still do. But I'd never hurt them; just come out and scare them. And I'd get the first share of the food. My pack was nice; and weren't really fighters. And as soon as you know it I was the alpha of the pack. After that my pack separated since they all found mates; yes it was a all brute pack. And I was left out; so I came to other cities; in search for packs and here I found one; and asked to join. "
| C R U S H | Shay, ssh its a secrete.
| R A N K | Lead Fighter
| T H E M E S O N G| Derp, dude nu, not now, I cant a 12 am, wip
| O T H E R | --

| N A M E | Iris
| A G E | Four years
| G E N D E R | female
| B R E E D | Golden retriever + golden lab
| P E R S O N A L I T Y | Iris is very sweet and tender and is motherly to younger dogs. She can be easily pushed around and gets shy around dogs she doesn't know. Though she can be a flirt and a good debater Iris has never made anyone cry or bullied anyone and will protect some one who needs help. If she is protecting someone usually she tells them to get behind her and she unleashes a side of her no dog wants to see. Teeth bared, spit every where, barking ringing there ears. She even pounces on the bulled and tried to bite there neck. But sometimes she debates for them to leave the dog before getting crazy like that.
| H I S T O R Y | Iris is a last born; which means she is is the runt. Her mother had the sweetest personality but her father.. Her father was a cruel; scary brute. He used to abuse her and all her litter mates all but the first born; he was just like her father. Even though she knew he had some of there mother's personality all Iris and her litter mates never spent time with them, always with there mother. Then one day when they were older; her older brother and father got into a fight; her brother wanted to run his parents and Iris's litter mates out of there territory. Clearly her father won and chased Iris's brother out of there territory. Soon Iris left when she was old enough and ended up traveling for days; then one day she was caught by a dog catcher and brought to the pound; she was easily adopted and then took into a house with a little child; the child used to pull on her ears and tail and it drove her crazy so one day she bit the child; the parents threw her away like trash and then ended up here.
| C R U S H | I cant say c:
| R A N K | Alpha fae [ hint hint, this is a hint for teh crush. ]
| T H E M E S O N G| Tay Tay, 22, My sis loves that song >u<
| O T H E R | ---