☆ʟosт ᵃɴd uɴғouɴd ʟɪт ԁoɢ ʀp not accepting

[Ray.]

Accepted

[blue;]

thank you]]

[wickedbvnes]

{Male}~{Single}~{4}~{The flirt}

{Tobias. His parents placed upon him the name of a strong hawk, the name of someone who never gives up. Tobias has no nickname- Tobi sounds 'girly', and Bias just doesn't sit right on him. }

{Tobias is a flirt. In the midst of pain, hurt and confusion, he adds an element of fun and flirtatiousness. Without a doubt, it could be in the middle of an apocalypse and he would still be charming up some innocent female. Another element in Tobias' personality is that he loves to have fun, and is always happy. Tobias will always try to make his companions laugh.}

{{ WIP}}

{ The flirt.}

{ Tobias is single, pupless, and loving it. Tobias doesn't want to be tied down by a mate, nor a family.}

C h a r a c t e r © i l l u s i o n

F o r m © {P h o e n i x}

Do not steal this in any way

[Ray.]

Accepted

[Ray.]

Nudge

[.Live.Love.Laugh.]

ｔｈｅ ＰＥＲＦＥＣＴ ｐｏｏｃｈ

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ

Ｎａｍｅ: : "Hello my name is Callie Cassandra Perez. My name is a show name given to me by my wonderful owners, whose live have sadly ended."
Ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ: :"I'm never called my show name, unless showing of course. Those days are over now so just call me Callie. "
Ａｇｅ: : "I was born May 17th 2010. So that makes me three years old, and two months."
Ｂｒｅｅｄ: : "I'm a West Highland Terrier, but more commonly know as a 'Westie'."

Ｄｉｇｇｉｎｇ Ｄｅｅｐｅｒ

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ: : Don't let her size and good looks fool you. This little girl is a bombshell. Callie is very independent and will hardly ever ask for help, unless she is in dire need of something. Willing to be a fighter if needed, but will more than likely be in fear of dirtying her white coat. Always trying to find her way around the streets alone but always gets lost. Not a clue in the world when it comes where to go, but she always remembers how to get back to her home. This little dog is the vision of vanity, she things she the prettiest thing on four legs. Can you blame her? She's a show do trained to be the top of her breed. Callie is yet though very sensitive when it comes to her looks and is always trying to strut around acting like she is the best thing around. One thing Callie doesn't have is those critical street smarts that could help this clueless pooch survive, so this little diva needs all the help she can get. {I will add to this}

Ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ : : White.White.White. That's all you see when your first see little Callie. Her fur is white as snow with outer layer being a long thing glossy coat, and her under coat is a tick white fur which is short. Her eyes are a deep set and dark drown, almost like a almond in shape. Her tail is short but not docked, and her hair is glossy and white for the time being. Her little dainty legs carry her around everywhere she goes. {Will be added to
Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ : : On a nice warm spring morning a set of four white West Highland Terrier pups was born to Cassandra Rio Perez, Rio, and Jack Callaway Perez, Jack. The family sold the males pups,which were three of the four pups, and kept the only female. She was christened Callie Cassandra Perez. From the very beginning of Callie's life she was taught to carry herself as if she was the best of her breed. Her owners loved her so and would pamper her like a little queen, and Callie's being the way she was enjoyed the constant praise and treats for just going and showing. Then the final time came where it was her first big show, and the little star didn't let her owners down finishing the competition in first and winning best in show. The months and two years after that Callie did nothing but climb the ladder of competition hardly ever loosing. When she and her owners at just gotten back from a large show of champions, and coming out with a best in show title, is when the destruction hit. The small dog stayed in her kennel during the whole ordeal and is now starting to venture out further than a few streets from her home.

Ｈｅｉｇｈｔ: : 8 inches
Ｗｅｉｇｈｔ: : 12 lbs
Ｐｌａｃｅｍｅｎｔ: : Callie is know as The perfect.

Ｔｈｅ ｌｏｖｅ ｓｔｏｒｙ

Ｃｒｕｓｈ: : "No."
Ｍａｔｅ : : "I'm single."
Ｐｕｐｓ: : "I will not have mixed or mutt pups, ever."

"Ｂｅａｕｔｙ is but a lease from ｎａｔｕｒｅ."

Character and Forum: © .Live.Love.Laugh.
Pictures: © Right full owners

[Ray.]

Yes

[avaloafe]

• Name ;; My full name is Inside a hidden Glass. But, my call name is Tochu. Nothing else though, thank you very much. My parents actually called me Boomer. I didn't like that name so I decided to call myself Tochu. Sounds much better.
• Age ;; I am about 3 years. Still long way to go until my time.
• Gender ;; Male if you couldn't tell. I don't plan on showing you either.
• What are you ;; The Smart One. I am the smartest of the other dogs left here, if there are any more.
• Breed ;; A purebred Border Collie. One of the smartest dogs in the world you know.

________________________________

• Description ;; I am a rather muscular Black and white purebred Border Collie. I've got a bright red and blue bandanna wrapped around my neck when my owners gave to me for my 1st birthday. I never take it off and if you try to, I won't be as sweet as normal. I am an agility dog at heart so I am swift, fast and agile. Not to mention smart. I have a beautiful flowing coat and very good build.

________________________________

• Personality ;; Tochu is a very smart and wise dog. He is calm and collected, thinking everything through before taking action. He doesn't rush into things at all. Though he is nice and smart, he can get a bit snappy if you hurt him, his friends, or get him angry. If you do that, he can be a totally different dog, but then he calms down and it's like it never happened. Tochu doesn't like seeing anyone hurt or scared, and will do anything he can to get them happy and well again. Since he is still young, he's got a lot to learn still, but knows a lot more than any other dog.

• - • - • Images do not belong to me. • - • - •

[eventer.]

Name: "I've been known by many names, but I am called Denison."

As a young pup, Denison was given his name by his mother. She knew, at the time, that the humans would take him away and give him a different name. But she wanted him and his siblings to have the names she had chosen for them, so before they were taken, she named each and every one of them. When he was being used in the dogfights, he was known as Devil. Once he was taken by the police, also known as the animal control, he was renamed Caligan. After the humans were wiped out, he dropped all titles they had ever given him, taking the name his mother had given him as a pup, Denison. He doesn't really have any nicknames, because he hates it when others call him Deni and no one has ever came up with any other nicknames for him.

Gender: "I really hope you can figure that one out on your own."

Denison is completely male.

Age: "Give me one good reason why I should give you that information."

Denison is four years old, born on the third of February.

Breed: "Purebred Belgian Malinois."

A powerful breed, the Belgian Malinois is popular as a police and military animal. It was originally bred as a herding dog and is known as a strong, agile, and intelligent breed.

Title: "I'm surprised that you hadn't guessed that I am the fighter."

With his natural fighting ability, using both teeth and words, it's no surprise that Denison is known as the fighter. He lunges at any opportunity to fight with any dog, and he is vicious.

Description: "Can't you see me, or are you blind?"

Denison sports his breed's typical short fawn coat. Each hair is tipped with black, with a dense undercoat and thick, waterproof top coat. His muzzle is also black, as are his wide, pointed ears. Denison weighs in at 68 pounds, and stands 24 inches tall at the shoulder. He is built for speed, strength, and agility. He is tall and lean, yet you can see his powerful muscles rippling under his reddish tan pelt. His legs, back, and neck are all long, and his chest is deep. His build is elegent and he is light-boned. His head is always carried high and the muzzle tapers into a point, featuring a black nose at the end. Denison has dark, hardened brown eyes in the shape of almonds, which are always alert, watching. His jaw is strong and powerful, easily capable of delivering a crushing bite. He has a tail them at is curved slightly and rather thick. Denison has a long, low gait, that can be fast if it need to be.

Personality: "I am a fighter, a survivor."

Being bred, raised, and trained for the fight, Denison knows nothing more. He is a brutal attacker, both physically and verbally. He's about as stubborn as they come, never giving in once he has a goal in mind, and never backing down from a fight, even when he knows he has no chance of winning. Despite his willingness to fight with anyone at any time, Denison does not just do it because he enjoys it. While he does like to fight, it is all he has ever known and he doesn't know any way he could make it without it. He actually has a high sense of honor and moral values, and only fights to prove a point, to stand up for something he believes in. He believes in freedom and justice, and if anyone tries to take that away from any dog, he is willing to battle them to the death in order to get it back.
While it may seem like Denison is a stupid fighter, he is actually very intelligent and knows how to use words to help him. He doesn't always fight with teeth and claws; sometimes, his speech is his best advantage. He doesn't talk a lot except to threaten others, but when he has something to say, it is often important and true. He can be gruff and rude at times, but he isn't always that way. Actually, on rare occasion, he can be gentle and sweet. But it takes a lot to get this side of him to show. He will always help a dog in need, unless they had wronged him. Then, he will turn his back on them in an instant, as long as he has taught them their lesson. Despite this, he can be merciful at times, and will only kill or seriously injure a dog in self-defense. Often, Denison doesn't take the time to think things through, and instead listens to his instincts. Fighting is his solution for everything. He regrets nothing, ever, after the years he spent doing nothing but battling to the death, fighting for his life for the humans' entertainment. This led to many things, other than his love for the fight; it also led to his hate for people. He was not upset in the least when they were wiped out.

History: "That is none of your business. But I can tell you one thing- what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

Denison was born the third in a litter of five healthy puppies. His mother, Nayeli, was a house pet, his father, Wesley, a military dog. His father was killed in combat before his pups were even born. Nayeli named each of her puppies born the humans took them away, giving her middle son the name Denison. After two months, people started to come to pick out the pups. Drago was the first to be chosen, taken by a kind couple with two children. Denison never saw his brother again, though he is fairly certain he survived the apocalypse. Next, his brother Gaven, who also went to a family who seemed kind. The children were playful and sweet, loving their new puppy at first sight. Tessalie, the youngest of the bunch, was the next to be chosen. A big man picked her, seeming to like her calm demeanor, while Denison and his oldest, toughest sibling, sister Bonba, tackled each other, nipping at his heels. So it was now just the two rambunctious puppies, Bonba and Denison. Plenty of people came and went, no one ever taking either pup. Finally, two men, dressed in black, came to purchase both. The pups, almost three months old, were taken in their rough hands, and away into their new lives.
They had no idea what they were in for.
When Denison and Bonba arrived in their new home, they were immediately forced into tight muzzles and shoved into crates, separated. The young puppy was taunted by the dogs who surrounded him on every side, and he grew increasingly nervous and flighty. Every night, dogs would be taken out of their cages. Sometimes they'd come back, usually with pelts dyed red. Sometimes, they would disappear forever. For two months, Denison didn't leave his cell. Then, one fateful night, one of the men dressed in black dragged him out and shoved him into a sandy ring. All around him, humans jeered, and nothing was quite clear to the youngster's ears. He was panicking, and yet nothing had happened. That was before the other dog, a brindle mutt, was pushed through the door on the opposite side of the arena. Immediately, the fae advanced on the puppy, hackles raised and teeth bared. Then she attacked, ripping through Denison's skin. At first, he tried to escape her teeth, but he was unsuccessful. Finally instincts kicked in and he snapped at her, defending himself. Backing her down, Denison chased the mutt, before letting her go. The doors opened again and he was taken back to the cage.
Denison was placed in the arena again and again. Still a puppy, Denison never made the first move; he was naïve enough to believe that the other dog wouldn't attack. Consistently, he was forced to be on the defensive side o every battle. Not once did he move in for the kill.
The streak continued until Denison was a little bit past his first birthday. Then, he realized that every dog would fight. He already had many permanent scars, and decided to start adding them to others. By this time, he was already a strong fighter, but no competitor. Now, he turned the tables and started to play offense.
Denison was soon at the top, fighting the best, and he was only a year and a half. He had officially earned his given name, Devil. Meanwhile, Bonba had been sold away. Assuming he'd never see her again, he pushed boughten of his eldest sister to the back of his mind and focused on the upcoming battles.
Denison was wrong.
He'd see his sister again.
In the arena.
But she was changed. Now she was a killing machine. The lights that had once showed joy in the dark eyes had dimmed. She advanced on her brother, attacking him viciously. She didn't recognize him, or if she did, she disk show it. Denison didn't fight back. He wouldn't leave a scratch. But he was fast and strong and eventually outmuscled her, pinning her to the ground. Over and over, he whispered her name, his name, running the words together in an endless sentence.
Bonba stopped fighting him for control. Something clicked in the back of her head. But the siblings' moment had lasted too long. The door to the arena slid open, rattling loudly to reveal a huge Rottweiler. Denison recognized him. He was the top dog, undefeated. Daemon was his name. He didn't even size up his opponents. He simply lunged, and in one quick, powerful motion, left Bonba with fatal wounds. She wouldn't recover. But as she slowly bled to death, she murmured her last words to her younger brother, words her hold onto for the rest of his life.
"Denison. I see you."
That was all she had the chance to say. Denison was crushed, but he had the energy left to viciously attack Daemon. He wanted revenge. Soon, a limp body of a former champion lay at his blood-stained feet. His sister was avenged.
After that, Denison refused to leave his cage. By then, it was much to small for him, but he wanted nothing to do with what lay outside. Even with a muzzle on, he could outmuscle the men who tried to remove him. For months, he stayed in his cell, devastated and frustrated. He felt guilty he couldn't save Bonba. He had no idea whether his family was dead or alive. In short, he sunk. He'd fight with the other dogs, but not in the arena. The memories were too painful.
Then the rabies epidemic started to spread. The dogs, who were constantly biting one another, spread it rapidly. They bit the humans as well, and hardly anyone was left alive in the world Denison knew. Finally, the police showed up. They were desperate- nothing they did could stop the spread of the disease. They'd take anything with healthy legs, and the dogs left alive in the illegal dogfighting ring were fair game. Denison became a police dog, but he'd do nothing. He didn't understand anything. But that was before he found Tessalie, who had become a seasoned police dog in her two and a half years. She showed him the ropes, and taught him everything he needed to know. They were an unstoppable duo. Because of Denison's natural fighting ability, with the help of Tessalie, already experienced, he quickly became an expert at safely subduing rabid animals. He and Tessalie worked in a team, along with their respective handlers, though Denison, then known as Caligan, didn't listen to them in the least. He took orders from Tessalie only.
Together, they took down many animals carrying the disease without a scratch. For months, they worked hard to protect the humans, who were dropping left and right. But good things don't last, which Denison soon found out.
He and Tessalie were on the job, working to subdue a rabid wolf who'd made its way to the border of the city. They seemed fine at first, and it looked like the mission would be a success. But the cop didn't finish what the two Belgian Malinois had started fast enough. The wolf managed to shake Tessalie from its broad gray shoulders and sink its poisonous fangs into her lower leg. The last words she ever said before she completely lost it were, "Denison! Help me!" But Denison could do nothing but watch in pain as his sister succumbed to the disease, beginning to stumble around and giggling madly. Before he knew it, the cop shot her. Even though he knew it would end her suffering, Denison went mad with grief and anguish, launching himself at the policeman with a furious howl. He left the poor man with scars before bounding back into the city.
There, he learned to live the life of a start. He renamed himself Denison, like his mother had over three years before. He watched as human race fell apart, until every last person in the city was dead, wiped out. He watched as rabid animals also began dying faster then usual, until nearly all of the were dead as well. This included his brother Gaven, whose body Denison discovered lying in his humans' front yard. Denison steeled himself, blocking out all pain and grief, reforming himself. He hardened to become nothing but a fighter. He remains that way today.

Family: "I doubt I have any left..."

Nayeli- Mother (unknown whereabouts)
Wesley- Father (killed in military duty by bullet)
Bonba- Sister (killed in dogfights)
Tessalie- Sister (killed in police duty by rabies, gunfire)
Gaven- Brother (killed by rabies)
Drago- Brother (unknown whereabouts)

Crush: "Yeah, right."

Denison has no crush, and is very hard to impress.

Mate: "Absolutely not."

Denison has no mate.

Pups: "You really aren't too bright, are you?"

Denison has never had pups.

[Ray.]

Yes

Also here is the thread to talk about
anything

discussion thread