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{Does that mean we can start?}

[hachi.]

(Can I join?)

[hounddogcopper]

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain.

♠ { Taozer } { Male } { Street } { Ridiculous } ♠

leтѕ geт тo ĸnow eacнoтнer

naмe ;; Taozer.
nick name ;; Tao.
gender ;; Unaltered Male.
street or house;; Street dog. His "real" owner, Travii owns a gas station and beat him whenever he runs off. Most of the time Taozer hangs out with a homeless woman named Rosie who will share her meager meals with him from time to time.
breed;; English Pointer.
age ;; 2.5 in human years.

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overall deѕcrιpтιon ;; Brown flecks accent an otherwise white canvas of fur. He has a large brown splotch on his back and a near perfect brown circle on his rump. Taozer also sports a brown head with a white dash running from his muzzle to his the base of his head. The brown splotches on his legs are very closely formed together so they look like they are constantly dirty. True to the Pointer form he is tall and lithe and has massive muscles allowing him to outrun many of the stockier dogs with ease. He sport a set of droopy jaws and ears and long white-tipped tail. He wears a blue bandanda that was given to him by Rose.
pelт color ;; A snow-white coat base, sprinkled with uneven spoltches of dark brown.
eye color ;; Deep chocolate brown.
wιdтн and lengтн ;; 25 inches tall, weighing in at 93 pounds.

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crυѕн / мaтe ;; None / None.
Pups ;; None.
ĸιn ;; Unknown. Was removed from mother at young age.
perѕonalιтy ;; Taozer is happy-go-lucky guy who doesn't particularly care who he's with or what he's doing at any given moment. Being a friendly, clownish dog by nature he has no comprehension of the word "shame". While some of the house dogs may look down on him for sleeping in a rusted out car in the junkyard instead of a dog bed, and eating out of a garbage can instead of a bowl he couldn't care less. He loves his life and sees every new dog as a potential friend despite of where they came from or where they're headed. He can often be found rolling around with some of the younger dogs in the grass and playing foolish games, although he may seem immature he really is anything but.

Certainly he is a mostly fun and games type of dog but being a street dog he knows when to be serious and when to slack off. Confident and the tiniest bit headstrong at times, he will put his paws down when things aren't going in a way he deems correct. Overall though he's a big teddy-bear and although he scoffs at the dogs when they pad after one-another like a bunch of lovestruck sparrows, he secretly wishes that someone would do that with him. He's a big people pleaser a will often try to solicit food or attention from passerby's by preforming his "sit on rump, paws in air puppy dog-eyed whimper" trick.
нιsтory ;; The fact that Taozer is such a joyful animal is amazing when one considers his past. He was ripped his mother and siblings at a young age and was forced to live in an outside kennel with five large hounds. His owner Travii had bought him to use as a hunting dog and he treated him exactly like the older dogs he had, forgetting to fed him, beating him when he didn't listen well enough. The poor pup didn't know what was happening to him and his human, who he loved despite the beatings, didn't even give him a name. It was only after he ran away for the first time at the age of 1 that he found a homeless woman named Rose that christened him "Taozer".
Loyalty to him original owner keeps him returning home at least three days a week and though he knows he will get beaten and caged he still goes. Eventually he will always escape any kennel being quite the avid climber and returns back to the streets to to Rose and her friends, when she can't be found he will spend the night sleeping in a rusted out car in the junkyard.
weaĸneѕѕeѕ ;; Taozer suffers from epilepsy and that causes him to have "fly biting seizures" at times. When there's a bird or small rodent around Taozer suffers from selective listening skills as, true to his breed standard, he'll be in hunting mode and ignore anyone that was interacting with him.
ѕтrengтнѕ ;; Taozer's frame is built for speed so he excels in running and is quite a good jumper and can clear a 5 ft fence with ease if need be. His strong leg muscles also allow him to climb most chainlink fences so long as he gets a running start.

Don't hate me because I'm clearly better than you.

♠ { Grand Princess Beatrix } { Female } { Street } { Pretender } ♠

leтѕ geт тo ĸnow eacнoтнer

naмe ;; Grand Princess Beatrix.
nick name ;; You will call my by my proper name thank you. Though I suppose you may address me as Beatrix if you must. Those closest to me can call me Bea.
gender ;; Unaltered female.
street or house;; Street dog, though she certainly wont admit it. Can usually be found begging for food from people in the park.
breed;; 1st generation Labradoodle.
age ;; 3 in human years.

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overall deѕcrιpтιon ;; Light fawn colored specks dappled their way across Beatrix's white fur though they aren't too noticeable apart from on her ears that are clearly a shade darker than the rest of her. She has a mostly Poodle-like coat and due to lack of grooming it has become terribly overgrown despite of the homeless people she solicits food from attempting a lack-luster trim. At the moment she looks almost like a poodle with a bad case of mange. Despite her current situation, she tries to keep her coat silky and shiny by taking nightly baths in the fountain in the park with not much avail. She wears a pink collar made covered in fake diamonds, that was given to her in her last home. Being the way she is she tells everyone that they are real.
pelт color ;; White with specks of fawn throughout.
eye color ;; A light, sea colored blue.
wιdтн and lengтн ;; 25 inches tall, weighing in at 83 pounds.

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crυѕн / мaтe ;; None / None.
Pups ;; None.
ĸιn ;; Unknown / She doesn't remember.
perѕonalιтy ;; There are some dogs that are very easy to get along with. Beatrix isn't one of those dogs. She is rude, sarcastic, stuck up and just downright nasty. Worst of all she is a street dog that looks down upon other street dogs and that makes her hard to like for every-dog she comes in contact with. She lives in a fantasy world where she is still the pampered house-dog that she ones was and not the lost and forlorn street dog she has become. She still trots around town in such a manner that people could easily mistake her for one of the many mansions papered poochi-kins. Of course her shabby un-groomed coat give her away as a stray instantly and she suffers the indignity of being kicked out of shops and the park far to often.
Though she is a yappy, complaint-filled little thing Beatrix is in reality utterly frightened and wants nothing more than a kind, and rich of course, person to scoop her up, take her home and treat her the way she wants to be treated. Despite that she pushes dogs away she is desperately longing for a friend to share her worries with and cuddle up next to during cold nights, in a weird sort of way she found that in the ever-quiet Chanda. Though the two have quite the interesting dynamic it works for them and they are quite the unconventional friends despite that fact that Chanda is only the silent side and Beatrix finds much joy in insulting her for her "unknown lineage". (Cleared this with lynettetan :3)
нιsтory ;; Beatrix was born into she lap of luxury. Gemstone-covered dog bowls, weekly trips to the doggy spa and a closet filled to the brim with fancy clothes and collars. She lived in the high-class, fast lane and she was enjoying the ride ride. As it goes though, her ride on the easy highway of life came to an abrupt and shocking end. She didn't understand what the words "bankrupt" meant but she did understand that she was no longer receiving steak for dinner. Her loving owners moved to a small apartment but there was one problem. No dogs allowed. She ended up in the city pound and her yappy and stuck-up personality made her nearly unadoptable. Eventually a kindly old woman took her in and although they didn't have the riches that her original family possessed they spoiled her and she soaked up every-bit.
Of course her wonderful life wasn't meant to last and the old woman died. When the paramedics came Beatrix slipped out the patio door. Ever since then she has been living on the streets and eventually wandered into the town of Blue Jay. Naturally, she hasn't accepted her role as a street dog and will deny living there talking instead of "living in that mansion on the hill". Sometimes living in fantasy is so much better than accepting the reality.
weaĸneѕѕeѕ ;; Beatrix doesn't enjoy mussing up her fur in the slightest so a smiple stream or patch of dirt could easily be her downfall as she will refuse to cross it, hence limiting anossible "fun" activities. Being the stuck-up little thing she is, Beatrix is absolutly horrid at making any friends or holding any meaningful relationships. She also lacks a natural mothering-instinct so she tends to come off as a terrible soiled little brat when she bares her teeth at young pups.
ѕтrengтнѕ ;; None whatsoever. She is a helpless yappy little ball of white colored fluff that can barely fend for herself.

oтнer

υѕernaмe ;; JamesonTheFox.
nιcĸnaмe ;; Jameson.
тнeмe ѕong;; Smile - The living Tombstone Remix. I'll admit I'm a brony :3.
anyтнιng ι ғorgoт? ;; I don't believe so. I remember seeing this rp on the board way back when and I'm absolutely overjoyed that you remade it. It just looks great. Wonderful, wonderful job!

[zach.]

(Can I join?)

(( Yes, It says Accepting at the bottom of the plot post. ))

[lynettetan1]

Alistair
A soft tugging woke Alistair up. His amber eyes looked up, hurt, at Narissa, him giving a whine that sounded merely childish for a dog his size. His owner gave a laugh, a laugh that twinkled like the bell chimes when a wind hit them. She had auburn hair, and olive green eyes, like the lord himself had taken extra time to craft her. Which was why she worked as a model, known as an ice queen, but looking at Alistair, many people doubted that. "Sorry you big oaf, but it's morning, time to get in some exercise!" His face fell. Exercise. How much he hated that word. But he got up anyway, and stretching the sleep out of his muscles, noticed that it was spring. He liked winter better, it was less warm... But he gave a low sigh and merely followed his owner's stick thin legs quietly, and found the butler getting two plates of food, that were exactly the same, except hers were more slimming or something of the sort. He wolfed down his, then Narissa found half of hers missing, and his soft nose staring up at her, lying on the table. She giggled, and ran a hand through his silky soft fur, and the large dog's tail wagged furiously. She finished her food before Alistair could steal any more of hers, then went to the door, finding him lying down at the door, blocking the way to open it. She gave an exasperated sigh, tugging Alistair aside, him moving the carpet with him, before she finally opened the door and gave him a little push, walking out the gate.

Alistair's paws brushed against the floor, not making a sound, his tail high up, as he stared at all the rich, pompous houses. A mischievious twinkle entered his eye. "Ah, the scent of more fun." His tail wagged, and he wondered when they would get to the park. He absolutely adored the park, but the journey there... not so much.

But after a long while, they were there, and he rolled around on the grass, before standing, the grass soft and springy under his feet, and he gave a soft yawn, before looking around, his amber eyes glowing. Narissa got a stick and they played 'poke the big fluffy dog to try to get him to exercise' for a while, before Narissa sighed, it was time for her to leave. Alistair gave a soft whine, his soft silky fur cascading around him, as he stared up at her with pleading eyes, rolling unto his back, so that he was on her feet, now she could get away. The cheeky twinkle returned to his eyes. "Alistair... you know I have to go work."Alistair finally sighed, and as she got up, she petted his head, her small hand less then half the size of his head, startlingly petite. She then left, and Alistair stared after her, before he looked around, before seeing Sky. He padded over labouriously, a salmon pink tongue draping out of his jowels, surrounded by menacingly sharp teeth, that he ironically had no idea how to use. "Hey Sky! Good day today?" He asked gently, looking as refined as a dog could get, but that mischievious twinkle in his eyes still shone brightly.

Will do Chanda's later.)

[apathy,]

hσusє ◆ fєmαlє ◆ zαdα ◆spαdє ◆ shíвα ínu
{ mood - bored. }{ actions - wip. }{ location - wip. }{ crush - }

í'm thє gєntlє gíαnt

wip.

hσusє ◆ mαlє ◆ lσgαn ◆ fíхєd ◆ cσckєr spαníєl

{ mood - bored. }{ actions - wip. }{ location - wip. }{ crush - }

mσmmα sαчs í αm nσt αllσwєd tσ єαt thz вunníєs ín tєh cαgєs.

wip.

[Flicker -]

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❝ι'∂ яαтнєя вє ✘нαтed✘ƒσя ωнσ ι αм,
тнαη ❥ℓσ√εđ❥ƒσя ωнσ ι αм ησт ❞

мood☯-- Defiant | wнere тo ғιɴd нιм⇶-- Junkyard, on top of a old car, his perch | нιѕ coɴverѕαтιoɴ pαrтɴer❝ ❞ -- Himself and his head. | нιѕ crυѕн♥-- Well, he does like the old car he is perched on.

Ale woke up in a swab of tangled electrical cords, he groaned before glancing up at the falling-in ceiling and heaving himself to his paws. He had gotten used to getting up in a tangle of junk. Ale found that his gaze was drifting over to his owner, who was peacefully sleeping on the couch, twitching every ten seconds. Ginger Ale quickly pulled his head away and scampered out of the front door, which was always left unlocked. Breathing in the "Heavenly" scents of this part of town. He smelled cigar smoke, drugs, but at least there was the fresh smell of dirt to cover some of the stench. He found his paws luring him towards the house across from him, it was abandoned. He used his muscular legs to lift him through the air, defining gravity, before gravity's force won over and he pounded onto the old workbench that was just inside the window. He made a small leap off of it and started to explore the house that he called his.

A couple hours later, he heard the familiar sound of a rickety, old door crashing against the side of a house where the shingles were falling off. "Ale, ginger Ale! Come here this minute or you'll be in for it," came the voice off his owner, who was experiencing a hangover, as usual. He made a sprint to the back door of the abandoned house and nudged open the door than ran behind the neighboring house. Emerging through the gap between the houses, he held his head high and trotted into the house. His owner slammed the door after him but the door just bounced back open. His owner went back to the couch and jumped on it after pressing the ON button for the tv. Up popped the news. Grumbling, his owner began to channel surf befor coming to a wrestling match and letting out a sigh than closing his eyes. Ale, once again, trotted out of the frontdoor. The stench of the run-down part of town, once again, overrun him and he stopped for a second before his gaze fell back into place and he kept on, sneaking in the shadows.

As Ale rounded the junk yard. He sniffed for any other dogs but just got the whiff of the few homeless people who made there homes in boxes and tires. He bounced his head to aknoledge them before taking his place on top of a old, beaten up car that had the stench of death in it. A senior lady had been driving down the road and passed a stop sign and crashed into a moving ford car. She had died becuase of her old age in the car. It was eventually token to the junkyard where it became Ale's perch. He held his head proud and tried to reveal any other dogs wandering around. Ale gave up and launched himself onto the dusty floor, dirt billowing up and inclosing im in a cream colored cloud. He ran out of the cloud, raising smaller puffs of dust in his place. His nose searched out another dog, but he coul;dn't grab hold of the scent, if he hadn't almost sliced his nose in a fight, he probably would have been able to pin down the scent. He shook his head than leaped up onto one ire after the next, disturbing a few homeless people in the meantime. When they cursed at him, he just wagged his thick tale and continued to bounce up the tires and boxes and cars that were in his path. He called out to the other dogs, but no one replied. As he started to reach the top, he looked around the junkyard. His gaze touring the yard.

{Anyone want to roleplay?}

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[neonireland]

[.{W I S H}.]
(mood;careful||location;going to town||crush;none||talking to;no one)

The large golden dog was laying upon her bed, as usual, when a loud banging sound eruped from the room below. Startled, Wish opened her chocolate brown eyes just enough to see the early morning sunshine willowing through the window and painting its features on the room. Her thick, royal purple cotton blanket was wrapped tightly around her body, making her feel intoxicated. With more banging sounding from downstairs, the female rolled off the bed in a clumsy and tired fashion. She had no more motivation to get out of bed than the next dog, but she could sense that something was amiss in her home. Wish dragged herself to her feet, letting a sense of warmth spred over her as she stood in the sunlight before heading downstairs.

Brady Turner was no more useful than a duck when it came to normal household necessities like making toast or soup. In fact, he had been trying to make regular chicken noodle soup when he had accidentally dropped the dish towel on the stove. It burst into flames. But instead of putting it in the sink and washing as a normal person would, he had thrown it on the floor and tried to stomp on it. By now the smoke detector was blaring its advisory to the world, adding a bit more chaos as Brady was now stupidly fumbling for the sink but not fully able to grab hold of the ascendable nozzle. He did not notice his large Golden Retriever pad into the room, whom carefully picked the burning dish towel and placed it in the sink. She waited with her paws on the counter as the man finally grasped the water to spray it on full blast at the towel, putting out the flames and splashing them both. Wish shook her head to rid her face of water droplets as white smoke wafted up toward the ceilings. Brady laughed nervously, his weak human voice rigid in the silence.

Wishful Times sat outside in her yard, letting the sunshine warm her thick fur. Her yard, with the small white picket fence surrounding the rather large patch of land, the apple tree that was in bloom, and the short walk to the sidewalk. There were times when she wished for more; a bigger house and a bigger yard and more animals. These were hopeless wishes, and she knew she should never daydream in such a way, but she could not help herself. The clear memories of her puppy months were imprinted in her mind, never to be forgot. Watching as the morning was brightening, the female stretched her muscles before hopping easily over the white picket fence. She just walked, listening to her tags jingling, not really caring were her paws her taking her. Wish loved the simplicity that life offered now.[/center]

[{Katniss-Everdeen}]

Roxanna

Roxanna awoke early on the lovely spring morning. She opened her eyes, but simply closed them again, due to the fact that she was still sleepy, I mean, you certainly can not rush beauty sleep. That's like, in Roxanna's world, a sin! She nestled deeper into her warm, cozy wool lining of her doggie bed, made for a large breed of dog, but of course no other doggie bed at P.E.T.C.O. had that exact design, so she wanted that one. Once fully under her cashmere baby blue blanket, her mind longed for the dreams where she was running down mainstreet, alongside some dog she didn't know.

As I was running alonside him, his thunderous paws thudding against the pavement, we saw the Malibu sky, even though we weren't anywhere from California. We were...in the middle of nowhere to be exact.

I could never see the handsome male beside me, but simply by his presence I was satisfied and in love. His sweet scent close to my heart, we kept on running as if our paws would never stop. The thud, thud, thud of the village's pavement started fading, and that concrete started turning grainy. Soft and warm, the mystery gentleman and I ran along the beach, the sunset even higher now, as if going back into time and it was becoming mid-day.

Suddenly he stopped, as if transfixed by the beautiful sights around us. I still couldn't see him, but as I turned to face him, waving in the wind, was a cute, masculine hunk of a---

A thud on the hardwood floors near her awoke her. Opening her eyes, only to see that her vision was blurred by her blanket. Wriggling her head out, she spotted her master climbing out of bed. Pushing her glorious dream-thoughts out of her head, she lazily got up and made her way over to her master's feet. She jumped up onto their legs, and let out a small yet content 'woof' and wagged her shaggy white tail.

[gone for good :)]

Accepted JamesonTheFox