Fate ♡ Stray Dog Roleplay ♡ Accepting

[kay.]

(( Hannah Elise - Accepted but please don't put 'It's a secret' on Secret Crush. ))

[.Survivor.]

Demon
Left. Right. Double back. The big "blue" brute runs the opposite way as a noose barely misses his powerful neck.he bares his fangs as he runs past the men in uniform and makes off into the endless alleys of the city. "Stupid humans with their catch poles. They can't catch me! I'm not going back!" Demon growls as he slows down to a walk, seeing as the dog catchers had given up. He freezes, tail up and stiff and what's left of his scarred, battle cropped ears listening as he catches the scent of a another dog.


Saki
The big red an white Akita sighs as she is lost....once again. "Why do I have such a lousy sense of direction?" She asks herself as she hunts for that scent trail again. It had been a rabbit, which wasn't as uncommon as one would think with the little patch of woods being so close to the city. She shook her pelt and grunted as she gave up an trotted towards the city, hoping to find some good there.

[Hannah Elise]

Lacy was yet again hungry it has been a couple of days since she had found something good to eat, she froze suddenly as Lacy came across a scent nearby. Giving a bark in greeting she slipped through the alley fence and stopped a couple of feet away when she saw a blue male standing there with his tail up and ear's cropped. Slowly she wagged her tail in greeting but kept alert in case.

[Dumezil]

Name:
Tarnac

Nicknames:
Tar

Gender:
Male

Age:
Five Years Old

Breed:
Thai Ridgeback

Description:
A large and muscular dog, Tarnac was bred for any work that involved aggression. Tall with a broad chest and well defined face, Tarnac is perfect for short spurts of speed and power, making him better in immediate situations and not so good at the situations that involve tracking down the criminals over long distances. He likes action and he likes action fast.

A Thai Ridgeback, Tarnac has the stereotypical tuft of fur that goes all the way down his spine, making his breed look perpetually aggressive with the hackles up even when at ease. Although the breed comes in several different colors, Tarnac is a Blue Ridgeback and his coat boasts a deep grey, almost blue-ish fur tinting. Short-haired and thin-coated, Tarnac usually has a very hard time in extreme cold weather but does well in the heat.

Normally, Tarnac walks leisurely, eyes half-hooded in a lazy expression. However, within the blink of an eye he can go from passive to tearing at the enemy with a ferocity only seen by dogs that have either had terrible lives or extensive training by professionals.

The only really distinguishing feature that marks Tarnac aside from other dogs his breed besides his smell is a thick knot of scars on his right hip where he was injured before he became a stray. Although usually fine, if the weather gets extreme in any way he has been known to display a slight limp.

History:
Specifically bred for police work, Tarnac was taken from his mother and siblings even before he was weaned so that he would not begin to form a relationship and learn fondness or kindness toward others. As were his other siblings. Until he was one year old, Tarnac lived with a single man who had made a carreer out of and dedicated his life to training dogs like Tarnac. For one year Tarnac learned the basic commands such as sit, stay, lay down, as well as other specific ones to an extensive degree. He was being trained side-by-side with other puppies like him who would later be sold to extremely rich millionaires, FBI, Secret Service, and Police Work. Although they all lived together for a year until going to their new homes, none of the dogs ever became what one would call “friends”. Tarnac does not remember ever having said a word that first year, especially after the first few weeks.

Once they hit one year old, the dogs slowly began to be looked at by prospective owners and organizations. A police chief, against all odds, showed up and mentioned specific interest in Tarnac. Although reluctant to sell such a highly trained dog to do something as simple as police work, the owner sold Tarnac and received the due money. Tarnac was taken home to a large and prominent city on the West Coast. Unlike the other police dogs, it was not important for Tarnac to form a relationship with his police man and Tarnac was kept separate from the other dogs and never assigned a specific officer. Instead, he became the “back-up”. With his extensive training, Tarnac proved that he was worth the money the chief had spent on him and was only taken out in highly dangerous situations where an immediate end was needed to be put to a gun-fight or other highly dangerous situation that the police officers and normal dogs were not trained for. For four years, Tarnac proved his worth and was satisfied with his lonely, usually boring life with spurts of extreme action, as he had never known anything else.

Shortly after he turned five years old, an accident occurred where Tarnac was forced to act on instinct instead of training, and became highly confused. A police officer and two dogs had been killed already by the time Tarnac was taken out and standing there at attention on the edge of the house where the shooter was holed, Tarnac was given a command that he had never heard before.

He was going in with another officer. Expected to protect another officer. Not working alone, not independent. However, the big dog still did not hesitate, no matter how unusual. He was trained to follow commands, nothing else.
The criminal was finally killed and Tarnac protected the officer, keeping him alive. However, in the process Tarnac was shot several times. Although not fatal, the wounds were serious and the costs of getting Tarnac back up to the same level of training as he was before was not affordable by the department. The Chief who had the money to buy him in the first place was no longer with the department and the department had since been struggling money-wise. Tarnac had to go.
Knowing that he would never be a family dog, Tarnac was sold for cheap to a ranch just outside the city. Once he was back on his feet, Tarnac will be transferred there and expected to live there as a guard dog. Unable to adjust to the ranch after five years of fast and heavy police work, Tarnac made his way back to the city. He did understand that his previous handlers didn't want him back, though, and he settled by finding companionship with other dogs instead of humans. In fact, he seems to hold a bit of a grudge against humans now.

Personality:
Bred and trained for aggression, Tarnac knows of little else. Not that he doesn’t want to; he has just never been exposed to any other type of behavior or been allowed to learn it. Trained only in discipline and aggression, those are pretty much the only two things that Tarnac is good at. When given a verbal command by the human trainer, Tarnac never even hesitates to obey. However, to become considered as a human trainer by him the human first has to earn his trust and respect, or else he would have obeyed any command, even those of the criminal he was supposed to be stopping.

However, since being forced into early retirement Tarnac has been learning things he has never been exposed to before. Normally confined by himself in a kennel away from the other dogs, Tarnac will have to learn how to cooperate with others. Also never having been exposed to things such as kindness from his own breed, personal feelings, and more room for instinct as there are less commands, Tarnac is having to learn a good portion of what he was never exposed to as a puppy and occasionally becomes frustrated and angry.

Over-all he is a good guy, though. He just never strikes anyone as extremely smart. A bit of a meat-head, he does try very hard, though. Tarnac does not like humans any more, though. Although he will always obey the dog in charge, Tarnac's hatred of humans is likely to get him into trouble some day.

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Ɩт'ƨ Ѳиℓʏ Ѧɛ

Name
Aivis
Nickname
None yet.
Gender
Female
Age
2 1/2

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Personality
Friendly and easy to get along with, Aivis has always had issues with the "wait until someone earns your trust before you trust them" part of being a stray. Although she has always been a street dog, Aivis has a pretty open disposition that many observers either claim is because she doesn't know what "the real good life" is like.

Aivis is 100% dedicated to the survival and loyalty to her friends. Any doubts about her performance abilities are usually quickly cast aside once she presents results. Her open personality and friendliness almost makes her even more trustworthy which makes her good at staying alive in situations where brute strength isn't the only determining factor.
History
Aivis was born on the streets and lived there her whole life. Although life can get rough, many of the strays are in the same predicament and Aivis figures that if you can't find happiness even in the worst situations then life is going to be a lot rougher than it has to be. Life for her has been the average stray life up to this point.
Strengths
Speed and earning trust.
Weaknesses
Brute strength and occasional anxiety.

Ĵʋƨт ˩σσκ αт Ѧɛ

Description
Aivis looks very similar to a hound or a beagle and is build for speed, agility, and jumping. Whereas brute strength is what she lacks. Soft eyes and a soft face make her look kind, matching her personality quite well.
Thin and tall, Aivis has been known to use her looks to occasionally get what she wants, especially when put into dangerous situations.
Eye Color
Brown
Fur Color
Dark brown, light brown, and white.
Breed
anglo-francais de petite venerie

˩σʌɛ ιƨ α Ƨятαиɢɛ Ƭнιиɢ

Crush
None
Mmate
None
Pups
None
Siblings
Unknown
Parents
Unknown

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Other
None

[DJ*ice*wolf]

Name: (blue) rouge (pink) Princess
Nickname(s): (blue) racer, whitepaw (pink) luvv, angel, kitty, death
Gender: (blue) male (pink) female
Age: both 5
Breed: borzoi
Personality: *Write at least 3 sentences* rouge is a playful dog. He loves the outdoors and is quite polite with other dogs, as long as they aren't males. Rouge's teeth are always showing, whether in a smile or a snarl.
Princess is strong and doesn't mess around, unless it's with rouge. She never leaves his side and is very protective. Princess wears a muzzle because she bit her owner
History: *Write at least 3 sentences* the two were born for racing pups, and were separated from their mother. Rouge and Princess have been searching for their mother for so long! They were also over-trained and under-fed.
Theme Song: *Optional* I dunno right now.
Secret Crush:
Crush: they like each other :3
Mate: none yet
Pups: none yet
Siblings: not that they remember of
Other Family: their mother
Other: I'm capable of role-playing two characters, because I role-play on warrior cats RPG and have been for 2-3 years.

[kay.]

(( Redwyn - Accepted.
DJ*ice*wolf - Accepted. ))

Cassidy

After enjoying chewing on the last few scraps of chicken, she heard a loudl continuous sound, which she recognised as one of the humans' gigantic machines, the ones who gobbled up the black bags. She rapidly bounded out of the alley, not stopping sprinting until she reached the bottom of the hill which had the forest on top of it. Her chest heaved from the run. When these machines are about, the city can get quite dangerous, because the humans controlling the machine often call the dog pound, or they decide to order the machines to squash you. Not far from her she noticed another dog; a large Akita fae heading towards the city. Cass put her weight onto her back paws, before springing forwards and running up to her. She stopped a few metres away from her, giving a friendly bark.

Manhattan

Hat heard the humans' cruel machines, however he did not fear them quite as much as he should. He was a goofy, daring male, and usually he enjoyed a bit of a game with the humans. He crept up to one of the machines, and hid on the side of it that the humans weren't paying attention to. The humans hurriedly got out of the machine, calling loudly to each other. Hat jumped out in front of them, grabbed one of the black bags, and started running off with it, the humans screaming and going out of their minds. They were probably going to call the pound, however that didn't bother him, he always hides. Soon when he was far away enough, he put the bag down, and hid under a table of a restaurant. Nearby, he noticed a couple of dogs, a blue pit bull, and a Golden retriever fae.

[Jiloon]

Shamin | 4 | Husky x German Shepherd | With Nobody

I wake with a start and am immediately on my feet after being hit by something. My head jerks around just as another blow rains down on me. I whimper in surprise and run away from the human with a broom. From the voice yelling at me I know its a woman, but I don't turn around to verify that. I slow to a trot once I am out in an ally and turn my head, checkout out my surroundings, and then lower my head to sniff the ground. Many dogs have passed by, along with a human from a pizza joint. I walk the path that I know will lead me to pizza scraps and I am rewarded when I watch the fat human owner walk back inside his restaurant and slam the back door closed. Jumping up onto some piled boxes, I can easily access the dumpster because there is only one lid top, leaving more than half of the garbage exposed.

I gulp down a whole slice, a very lucky find, and root through for more crusts and weird left overs that the humans would rather throw away. When I am content, I get down from my roost and jaunt down to a slightly better area where there are humans, and one I am looking for in particular. I spy his house on the corner of a street and look around before quickly darting up to the front porch and lapping up water from a bowl set out. I doubt the boy set the water out for me, its probably for his pampered pooch inside, but I got there first. I drink most of it and then dash away before anyone notices, and then letting myself jaunt around some 'bad' neighborhoods which I love. I look for other dogs every now and again, but none that I am interested in come my way.

[kay.]

Manhattan

Hat started padding up to the other Pit Bull and Golden Retriever, however he quit half way as he noticed another dog. It was quite a large brute, a crossbreed between a Husky and German shepherd. The young Pit started bounding up to it, when he slid to a halt with a second thought. He didn't know the dog, so he had to be careful. Hat studied the dog for a minute or two, wondering what to do next. He gave a quiet, friendly bark trying to get his attention, and wagged his tail happily.

[Jiloon]

Shamin | 4 | Husky x German Shepherd | With Nobody

A smell catches my attention just a few seconds before a young Pit Bull bounds up and then stops short of my personal space. He seems to have conflicting thoughts for a moment, but then gives a single bark. It is friendly, and he wags his tail in an obviously playful and happy manner, so I cock my head and turn towards the young dog. I walk a few steps closer and raise my head a little, enjoying my size. Then I give a small bark back to him, one filled with curiosity, a tad of friendliness, and a bit of aggressiveness. I like to get to know most dogs before I issue the friendly bark and address them as a friend.

[kay.]

Manhattan

Hat makes himself look smaller in a submissive manner by crouching down as he watches the brute walk closer to him and give a bark. The brute seemed to be wanting to be the dominant one, and Hat had no interest in fighting over that. After another minute passes, he decides to inch a bit closer, slowly and cautiously while keeping in his submissive pose. Once he is in front of him - a small clump of fur curling in front of a large dog - he stretches out his neck to sniff the dogs' muzzle.