[.Temptation.] [Dog Roleplay/Semi-lit + ]Male spot open!

[Charisma.]

{Beautiful form ^^
I've decided to open up two more spots, making the count eight dogs. Four males and four females.}

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☑ Loner

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Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ "What's it to ya?" - Archery.
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs "My real name is fine." - Archery, never Archie.
Rᴀɴᴋ "I'm as loner as they get." - Loner.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ "Ouch." - Brute male.
Aɢᴇ "I don;t keep track, so why should you?" - 5 years.

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Qᴜɪᴄᴋ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ "Just look at me." - Archery is a broad, muscular german shepherd dog. With fully pricked ears and a thin, wirery tail he is always considered the handsomest the street dogs come. His almond brown eyes are a sure breath holder, and black velvety nose always moist.
Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏᴜʀ "I dare you to come closer and check." - Chesnut brown.
Fᴜʀ Cᴏʟᴏᴜʀ "Grey and white." - A wirery grey and white.
Bʀᴇᴇᴅ "I'm a mutt." - German shepherd husky mix.
Bᴏᴅʏ "Umm... large." - Large breed dog.

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Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ "Meet me." - Archery is a dog of mixed personalities. One moment he could he as stern and controled as he ever will be, and the next a small smile will appear on his face, as if it is all just a joke. However, by doing this he may come off as an ass. Its actually true, at times, he and becomes fond of making others annoyed with him. It is as if he is an overgrown, younger brother of yours.

He has a way with words. Just by using larger vocabulary, he can make you feel as dumb as a doornail. However, the good thing is that most of the time he hasnt a clue what the words mean. Wren is funny like that. in fact, he lives for bringing a smile to the faces of others. Once a jokster, always a jokster. Other's laughter fuels him, like a truck.

Sadly though, sometimes that truck runs out of gas and becomes in a sour mood. This happens quite frequently, due to the condition he is presently involved in. When he discovered his unique capability, his personality went downhill. He has furious rages that spurt out of him out of nowhere. The wisest thing for others is to just let him be alone. He likes that, that loneliness. He hates the feeling of having others rely/depend on him.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ "I was born a stray. I never knew my father's name, and I called my mother by Mother; the dog never gave us a reason to ask her name. She didnt give us names either, so I refered to my littermates as by wat I saw when I looked at them. There was Fast, my elder brother, who always seemed to be one step ahead of me in order to boast that he was a solid black color, and we all were the standard brown and black. Then there was Sister, who lavished in Fast's attention. Then there was Hungry, who was always either yowling in hunger or sleeping in a corner.
We were a perfectly happy little pack, until the men with the long sticks came. I was happy to see them; they had food, ut mother had fear coming from her like nothing I'd ever seen before. Fast and Sister mimicked this, though Hungry didnt both to awake from his slumber{I soon would learn he passed in his sleep}. They caught my mother and Fast, I willing to pad up to them, though Sistser had dodged their grasps and scrambled off {she never reentered my life until a day that I shall tell you later}.
They took us to this huge Yard filled with other dogs, though the conditions were wretched {animal hoarders}. Mother escaped within a few days, but me and Fast went about our buisiness. WHen the Animal Control showed up and began to take all the dogs away, including Fast, I escaped from the Yard the same way I had seen Mother do it. A hole under the gate. I traveled far away, finding a city not far from here. There, I saw Sistser once more. Though our meeting was bittersweet, for moments later, she was hit by an ongoing car.
I was still quite a young puppy, one year to be exact, and still had no name. That was until I found myself laying under a car in a store parking lot, watching the humans as they went by {I'd always had a facination with them}, and found myself face to face with a man named Henry. She named me Archery and took me home. It wasnt a year or two later that his house caught aflame, and I ran to safety, Henry, not so lucky. He had died, and I went along as a lone, street dog." - Above.
Sᴋɪʟʟs & Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs "I am built for speed and agility, not swimming or climbing obstacles. Bring me near water, I freeze up. Give me open plains, I'll run quicker than you'll ever see a dog run." - As stated above.
Fʟᴀᴡs ᴀɴᴅ Gᴏᴏᴅ Tʀᴀɪᴛs "I think highly of others, more than myself to be honest. I never do things without a good reason to, but I am overly pushy. This must be done my way, or no other way." - Yeah.

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Cʀᴜsʜ "She'll catch my eye later in life." - No.
Mᴀᴛᴇ "Not yet." - No.
Pᴜᴘs "None." - None.
Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs "I never knew my father, and I just called my mother, Mother." - Mother and Father.
Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs "I'm guessing Fast my brother is alive and well somewhere, but I know my sister Sister and my brother Hungry are dead." - Fast, Sister, and Hungry.

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Oᴛʜᴇʀ? "Nope." - Call me Deffs c;

[avarice.]

{ Alright, finally finished :3 }

[screw up]

[I finally finished my form! ^-^ That took so much longer than I anticipated. >.<]

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{{ my form is complete. its right above. }}

[Charisma.]

{All of your forms are amazing! All have been added. Once the remaining forms are finished, and the remaining female spot is filled, we can begin ^^}

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Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ Aziza Femi
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs Zizi, give her a few(:
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Female
Aɢᴇ 3 years of age

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Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏᴜʀ Aziza's eyes are bright golden brown, or amber. Synonymous with her coat color. Her nose, paw pads, and inner ears are a pinkish liver in color, blending into her fur.
Fᴜʀ Cᴏʟᴏᴜʀ Her fur is of a liver color, less red than typical of her breed. Her coat is very short and glossy, more fine than harsh in texture. Even with her living conditions and no grooming, her fur seems to maintain a natural sheen, making her look alive. Typical trait of Pharaoh Hounds is that when excited, happy, or feeling strong emotion, Aziza 'blushes' where her fur in her face flushes pink.
Bʀᴇᴇᴅ Pure blood Pharaoh Hound, not an ounce of another breed in her bloodline until you get to before the pharaoh hound became a recognized breed.
Bᴏᴅʏ She possess a very graceful, clean cut body. Her head is large, with two erect ears broad at the base, narrowing to a pointed tip. Her face is very definite and chiseled, her skull sloping into a very long, narrow muzzle. Aziza's neck is long and arched, carrying her regal head. Her back is flat, a line flowing from her neck until it slopes down at her tail. A whip-like tail protrudes from her hindquarters, beginning thicker and tapering at it's end, which falls nearly to the ground. Her shoulders are sloping and muscled but not loaded, along with strong hindquarters.

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Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ Aziza is a very affectionate, intelligent female. Her normal self is a quietly loud, overly nice, caring self. She puts others needs before her own, and as long as she's being treated with the respect and kindness she feels she deserves, you receive tenfold. Her intelligence is seemingly unending, she is always learning new things and eagerly teaching others whatever she can. Aziza is a very active dog, distinctive of her breed, she has tons of energy and some occasions can be known to let loose and have a good romp.
Also typical of a pharaoh hound, Aziza is very stubborn. She knows exactly what she aims to do, and she will do it. Nothing can stop her, and she can argue vehemently if it's for a good cause. With this stubborn drive comes a temper. If someone doesn't treat her correctly and she's having an off day, she won't hesitate to let them know. She is very bold and outspoken, only ever speaking her mind. Yes she has a temper and can be very hotheaded, but Aziza would never resort to violence.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ Her mother was put out on the street when the fact she was expecting a litter became known. Due to this event, Aziza's life would never be of lavish and fine living, she was born a stray. Her mother had no fear of humans and didn't lead on that they weren't to be trusted. It was just something Aziza picked up, she was never told h her mother once belonged to one, no reason ever arose it became necessary to know. Knowing nothing else, and with no other siblings, Aziza became a very innovative and smart pup, thinking up various things to pass her time while her mother was out scavenging for food.
After her first year of life Aziza had gone to accompany her mother on a scavenge. Not realizing the acute danger in every move a stray dog can make, Aziza was very wild and rambunctious. The extra watch her mother had to keep on her cost her life. Aziza's mother was hit by a car while she struggled to contain Aziza's wild nature. The ordeal hit the young dog hard, and she blamed herself.
The life altering event ended up blossoming the wonderful dog Aziza has become, she strives to do her best and do everything she can for others hoping it can somehow redeem her mothers death.
Sᴋɪʟʟs & Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs Aziza is built for speed, agility, and hunting. She can run faster than you'd think possible, easily dodging obstacles in her way. Even though in the city there is little use for it, she can kill food easily, her quick and planned movements never without purpose. Though she is good at killing defenseless prey, Aziza isn't at all strong. She could never hold her own in a physical brawl. Along with not being strong she is frail, her thin body makes for thin bones which could break easily. Another drawback she gets cold very easily, her fur is very thin and silky, not thick and down like most dogs suited for cold weather.
Fʟᴀᴡs ᴀɴᴅ Gᴏᴏᴅ Tʀᴀɪᴛs Her temper gets in the way sometimes, her stubborn drive for everything to be correct, as well as her tendency to overwork herself. While she is also very affectionate and caring, and immensely intelligent.

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Cʀᴜsʜ One day, maybe.
Mᴀᴛᴇ N/A
Pᴜᴘs N/A
Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs Cleopatra
Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs She was one in a litter of one.

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Oᴛʜᴇʀ? Aziza can be overly trusting, so treat her right(:
The pink/purple collar she adorns was her mothers, and the chain is something she found on her travels.

[Charisma.]

{Perfect, thanks! I'll reserve your spot so you can finish your form ^^}

[ouija.]

can i reserve the other female for like an hour?))

[ouija.]

nvm, to late... )) srry)