Ｌｏｓｔ Ｒｕｉｎｓ Ｖ２ || Dog RP || Open;; accepting

[skyguy]

;; accepted!

[war paint.]

[ Could I be a minni mod? C8 ]

[ellie!]

"just don't ask me which breed i am. i SERIOUSLY don't know."
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name;; 'my name's charlotte brown. really, you shouldn't blame me for having such a stupid name as that.'
nickname;; 'just call me charlie, alright?'
gender;; 'i'm your normal everyday she-dog. i dunno where'd you get the other idea from.'
age;; 'i can just guess my age, although my owners used to keep a neat notebook about me, my exact age, and stuff. lost owners, lost notebook. so i'm probably around eight months of age.'
personality;; 'jokin' with me, right? i'm not the one to judge myself, you should already know that.
oh, okay, i'll make the best of it. um... i'm quite a bubbly, energetic and chattery dog. i like to dodge around, considering the advantage of my size. i suppose that's all, 'cause my personality is yet developing.'
past;; 'i've nothing much of a past. i had neat owners who liked to treat me like royalty, keep me always clean, fur and claws trimmed, the best of toys... that was when they had the baby, and since then they just kicked me out of the house and now i roam the darkest of alleyways. abrupt change of life, but nothing too dramatic.'



"you promised you'd stay, didn't you? that was stupid, because promises are made to be kept..."
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name;; 'i am eleanor bridget, what's that to you?'
nickname;; 'call me eleanor, will you?'
gender;; 'i s'ppose i'm a female... last time i checked, at least...'
age;; 'i do not know of the exact age i possess, it must be something of two years.'
personality;; 'i'm cautious with the outside world, i don't give up on something easily and i'm not the best of friends at first. maybe when my sadness passes i can get flirty and joke once more, but for now...that is that.'
past;; 'my owner was a young lady, miss lara keyne. she kept me well, treated me alright, and i loved her with all my heart. everyday, when she came back from work, she brought me a flower from the florist in front of our house.
i always ate them, of course.
one day, disaster struck. when she was crossing the road back from the florist, a taxi sped by and didn't have time to notice poor miss lara.
i ran out really fast, although the door was locked and bolted. i didn't care for anything anymore.
i broke it into pieces and trotted over to her, my heart livid with stress. i still had the last, remaining hope...
but when i licked her face, the sour taste of blood entered my mouth. that was when the last hopes shattered.
and there she lay, a mangled corpse in the middle of the road. a lot of cars stopped and the drivers rushed out to help and call the ambulance, but i sat there next to her loyally. when the ambulance came, i didn't let them touch her.
whatever it took, i even bit a finger off one of the doctors. i didn't care anymore.
then all went black and i fainted. now, miss lara had been going out with a young man her age, master john robinson.
he took me in, and moved into miss lara's house. i snarled at him and became wild with rage when he threw the most expensive plates and miss lara's dearest teacups into a black sack, hauling it out into the bin.
after a week there, i couldn't stand it anymore and ran away from the house, in the direction the ambulance had gone.
by then, i got lost. now i wander around in the dark streets, sad, alone and depressed.
i didn't eat the flower of that terrible day. it was a rose, and i buried it where only i could find it.'



"play with me... pretty please..."
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name;; 'greetings. i am morthy clyykes.'
nickname;; 'call me morthy, if you please.'
gender;; 'i'm your average male. i don't think i am mistaken for a she often.'
age;; 'i can just tell you that i'm around the three years of age.'
personality;; 'i don't really appreciate these questions, but i'm a honest, modest, hungry outcast. everybody despises me and i live on rests of rests of rests. got that? it means, i eat what somebody has already eaten from rests of food. yeah, i'm strange like that.'
past;; 'nothin' much, i was born in a trashcan and lived on the streets for the rest of my life.'



"once upon a time, i was afraid. now i'm not. the end."
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name;; 'get off. i'm king angello, but toss it around that i'm 'the monster'.'
nickname;; 'push off, i said! angello is the most i will permit rotten vermin like you to call me.'
gender;; 'wanna hear a snap? maybe, from your throat? i am NOT a weak female, never.'
age;; 'two years and 1/2. shut that wrinkled mouth of yours shut.'
personality;; 'i'm really aggressive, i admit. oh, alright. i really ain't aggressive, i'm just lonely and depressed and i try to hide that with rage and violence. that's the sad truth.'
past;; ''i don't have happy moments anymore. my owner, a small boy of about ten years of age, was killed. murdered in a narrow street somewhere off-town. i was really afraid, i ran for my life.
then i met a gang of street dogs like me, mostly dangerous breeds, who fought with me. i came out bruised and wounded, and they made me one of them. an agressive, dangerous dog. one day, they killed their leader and his mate, then their pups. i ran away from them and now live alone. '

[.:a m b e r:.]

{{ugh! I had a form filled out, but then the page crashed ;-; Could I possibly fill one out later on?}}

[skyguy]

;; @ rottwieler, yes of course. pm me telling why you want to be one.

@ .:a m b e r:., sure. just do a little one if you'd like, like stating the name, age, gender, personality, history and crush.

[ellie!]

"just don't ask me which breed i am. i SERIOUSLY don't know."
_____________________________________________________
name;; 'my name's charlotte brown. really, you shouldn't blame me for having such a stupid name as that.'
nickname;; 'just call me charlie, alright?'
gender;; 'i'm your normal everyday she-dog. i dunno where'd you get the other idea from.'
age;; 'i can just guess my age, although my owners used to keep a neat notebook about me, my exact age, and stuff. lost owners, lost notebook. so i'm probably around eight months of age.'
personality;; 'jokin' with me, right? i'm not the one to judge myself, you should already know that.
oh, okay, i'll make the best of it. um... i'm quite a bubbly, energetic and chattery dog. i like to dodge around, considering the advantage of my size. i suppose that's all, 'cause my personality is yet developing.'
past;; 'i've nothing much of a past. i had neat owners who liked to treat me like royalty, keep me always clean, fur and claws trimmed, the best of toys... that was when they had the baby, and since then they just kicked me out of the house and now i roam the darkest of alleyways. abrupt change of life, but nothing too dramatic.'



"you promised you'd stay, didn't you? that was stupid, because promises are made to be kept..."
_________________________________________________________________________________
name;; 'i am eleanor bridget, what's that to you?'
nickname;; 'call me eleanor, will you?'
gender;; 'i s'ppose i'm a female... last time i checked, at least...'
age;; 'i do not know of the exact age i possess, it must be something of two years.'
personality;; 'i'm cautious with the outside world, i don't give up on something easily and i'm not the best of friends at first. maybe when my sadness passes i can get flirty and joke once more, but for now...that is that.'
past;; 'my owner was a young lady, miss lara keyne. she kept me well, treated me alright, and i loved her with all my heart. everyday, when she came back from work, she brought me a flower from the florist in front of our house.
i always ate them, of course.
one day, disaster struck. when she was crossing the road back from the florist, a taxi sped by and didn't have time to notice poor miss lara.
i ran out really fast, although the door was locked and bolted. i didn't care for anything anymore.
i broke it into pieces and trotted over to her, my heart livid with stress. i still had the last, remaining hope...
but when i licked her face, the sour taste of blood entered my mouth. that was when the last hopes shattered.
and there she lay, a mangled corpse in the middle of the road. a lot of cars stopped and the drivers rushed out to help and call the ambulance, but i sat there next to her loyally. when the ambulance came, i didn't let them touch her.
whatever it took, i even bit a finger off one of the doctors. i didn't care anymore.
then all went black and i fainted. now, miss lara had been going out with a young man her age, master john robinson.
he took me in, and moved into miss lara's house. i snarled at him and became wild with rage when he threw the most expensive plates and miss lara's dearest teacups into a black sack, hauling it out into the bin.
after a week there, i couldn't stand it anymore and ran away from the house, in the direction the ambulance had gone.
by then, i got lost. now i wander around in the dark streets, sad, alone and depressed.
i didn't eat the flower of that terrible day. it was a rose, and i buried it where only i could find it.'



"play with me... pretty please..."
______________________________
name;; 'greetings. i am morthy clyykes.'
nickname;; 'call me morthy, if you please.'
gender;; 'i'm your average male. i don't think i am mistaken for a she often.'
age;; 'i can just tell you that i'm around the three years of age.'
personality;; 'i don't really appreciate these questions, but i'm a honest, modest, hungry outcast. everybody despises me and i live on rests of rests of rests. got that? it means, i eat what somebody has already eaten from rests of food. yeah, i'm strange like that.'
past;; 'nothin' much, i was born in a trashcan and lived on the streets for the rest of my life.'



"once upon a time, i was afraid. now i'm not. the end."
_______________________________________________
name;; 'get off. i'm king angello, but toss it around that i'm 'the monster'.'
nickname;; 'push off, i said! angello is the most i will permit rotten vermin like you to call me.'
gender;; 'wanna hear a snap? maybe, from your throat? i am NOT a weak female, never.'
age;; 'two years and 1/2. shut that wrinkled mouth of yours shut.'
personality;; 'i'm really aggressive, i admit. oh, alright. i really ain't aggressive, i'm just lonely and depressed and i try to hide that with rage and violence. that's the sad truth.'
past;; ''i don't have happy moments anymore. my owner, a small boy of about ten years of age, was killed. murdered in a narrow street somewhere off-town. i was really afraid, i ran for my life.
then i met a gang of street dogs like me, mostly dangerous breeds, who fought with me. i came out bruised and wounded, and they made me one of them. an agressive, dangerous dog. one day, they killed their leader and his mate, then their pups. i ran away from them and now live alone. '

[jaques]

{{-Accepted :3

[.bluejay.]

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Name;; Johanna

Gender;; Female

Age;; 4 Years old

Breed;; Tibetan Mastiff

Personality;; Johanna is a bold, tough, up-front type dog. She isn't girly or weak, she is a very tough girl. Johanna isn't afraid to get down and dirty or scare off any potential threats. She is an experienced fighter and will never back down.

Mates;; She had a mate, Dry Bones, but he was killed by a cougar.

Backstory;; Johanna had a pretty rough past, shaping her into the tough dog she is now. Johanna was three months old when her parents went out hunting and Johanna left her siblings to go looking for them. She got lost and had to fend for herself. At three years old, Johanna found a mate, a Newfoundland named Dry Bones. They mated but soon after Dry Bones was attacked and killed by a cougar. She is due to have puppies in about half a month from now.



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Name;; Raine (Pronounced Rain)

Gender;; Female

Age;; 1 year old

Breed;; Toy American Eskimo Dog

Personality;; Raine is the fun, kind, cute-and-cuddly type. She still acts like a puppy and doesn't mind or one bit. Raine still carries her little stuffed chick (seen in picture) arround with her all the time. Raine lives to play and romp around in the dirt.

Mates;; Raine would like one someday.

Backstory;; Raine was bred by a high class Anerican Eskimo Dog breeder. When the breeder found out she was a Toy American Eskimo, not a regular one, she kicked her outside with one of her toys, the little stuffed chick. Raine has been wondering outside ever since.

[skyguy]

;; accepted. you may start role-playing.

[.bluejay.]

(Thanks so much!)