expelled || dog rp || open

[separated minds]

It started slowly as most diseases do. No one really thought much of it when their dog got sick. The vet
only gave a bit of medicine and sent us on the way. But when the kids began getting sick, when the first
one died from a disease we transmitted, that was when everything changed. We weren't welcome, we
couldn't stay. The dogs had to go, we spread the disease, we carried it. We were dangerous. So on
one cold morning white vans pulled up to everyone's houses and confiscated all dogs to be euthanized,
by order of the City Council. We were thrown into cages, locked in, and shipped off. But along the way
something happened, there was a loud bang and we tumbled around for long minutes. Then everything
stopped, the vans didn't move. Some of our cages broke, and those of us left alive slipped from them
and out the swinging back door. We were lost, in the middle of nowhere, surrounding us were massive
trees surrounded by a thick fog. Alone, scared, and with nowhere to go we are faced with a choice.
Band together and try to survive. Or go our own separate ways. Search for home? Or make our own?

[separated minds]

1. This is semi-lit, try to post at least four lines per post, per character.
2. Proper grammar and spelling would be nice.
3. Follow the site's rules as well as mine or you will be asked to leave the roleplay.
4. No wolf or wolf hybrids allowed.
5. One dog breed may only be used twice, no more. Mutts excluded.
6. No perfect characters.
7. Be realistic about the roleplay and your character's actions.
8. No crushing on your own characters
9. I will only allow two people to play pups without mothers
10. You must play all your characters regularly.
11. There are no set ranks at the moment.

Remember! The dogs are from the city and were owned by people except for one
or two who may have been strays. They don't know how to survive in the wild
very well, they are not wilderness survival experts. Do not make them that way,
it is expected that at the beginning many of them will be rather scared. In fact,
almost all of them should be scared.

[separated minds]

Males
Roco . Argentine Dogo . separated minds
Roman . Alaskan Noble Companion . sheperd
Titan . Rottweiler . Dr.Holmes
Danger . Doberman Pinscher . Jeff-The-K
Klous . Leonberger . Barron

Females
Mabezi . Mutt . separated minds
Eula . Belgian Shepherd . lil rae
Maeve . Australian Shepherd . clarity.

Breeds Which May Not Be Used
Wolf
Wolf-Hybrid

[separated minds]

Crushes

Mates

[separated minds]

name . roco
age . five years
gender . male
breed . argentine dogo

personality . roco is in a way a bit of a brute, maybe not the brightest around but when it comes time to fight or protect you won't find anyone better. so yes, he isn't the smartest but he certainly isn't the dumbest dog around, he's got his fair deal of common sense even if it doesn't seem like it. he's a prideful dog and will rarely back down from a challenge or a threat, he follows the stories of his breed protecting people from bigger threats then himself. he's incredibly loyal and once he finds someone he considers family he'll never leave without an extremely good reason. but more often then not you'll find he always slowly comes back to you after a while. he's fairly quiet and usually allows others to speak for him, often favoring to simply listen to what others have to say as opposed to actually saying something. he's extremely family oriented and being alone isn't something he's comfortable with. he's always been fond of the idea of having a mate and pups all to himself and still to this day he holds that idea in his head.
history . roco comes from a long line of pure bred and proud argentine dogos, all passed down in the same family of humans. although not show dogs his family has always been something to look at, especially when the biggest in his family - including roco - protected the town's junkyard from trespassing teens. roco grew up as the only male in his mother's final litter before she was retired and allowed to rest in her old age. He was never close to his mother since she was always focused on the females and their master's own young children. Instead he spent his time with his father and a brother from one of his mother's past litters who had not been sold. With those two he learned to fend for himself and how to fight. This made him an ideal dog for protecting the house. Which he did, more then once roco protected both the master's children and the house or junkyard from a danger or intruders. When the disease struck roco's more isolated position in the outskirts of the city protected him. but nonetheless he and all his family were shipped off. When there was the loud bang roco was unfortunately the only survivor of his family.

coat color . white, dotted with grey
eye color . gold
build . muscular, not bulky

crush . none
mate . none
pups . has sired a few in the past

name . mabezi
age . one and a half years
gender . female
breed . mutt

personality . survival is the only thing on this dog's mind. mabezi is, for the most part, only concerned about herself. she's learned that mindset through her time on the street. one would think her time on the streets would help her evolve a tough mindset but she is still a skittish and timid dog. she prefers to hang back when there is conflict as her chances of winning any sort of fight are slim to none. she is a bit clumsy due to her natural body build, more often then not she's tripping over her paws and legs. despite her obvious lack of physical strength she does have an attitude with has often times landed her in situations she would prefer to not be in. other times it has actually helped her and kept her out of situations she wouldn't want to be in. it's sort of a win lose situation for her.
history . mabezi never knew her family, she was born on the streets as the runt of the litter. therefore her mother and father left her behind. luckily a teen found her and took her in, leaving her in the family's she'd and taking care of her as she grew. for the first few months everything was okay but when the father went into the shed they found mabezi, huddled in the corner asleep. needless to say she was not welcome and the lanky 4 month old pup was thrown back to the streets. things were never easy on her and more often then not she was starving and hurt. the only good thing was that she was able to avoid dog catchers the majority of the time and other dogs often left her alone. when the white vans came along she could only avoid them for so long before she was caught. after the bang she was able to slip out of the thin broken gap in her cage, sustaining only a hurt paw and some bruising.

coat color . dark brown/black with a white underbelly and white on her ears
eye color . dark brown
build . very thin, lanky

crush . none
mate . none
pups . none

[Shep]

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brute // four years // no interest //

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Name: Roman. He was, afterall, the largest out of the litter of pups he came with.
Alias: //
Age: Four years of age.
Gender: Brute. Male.
Position: As of now, Roman is a loner.
Breed: Alaskan Noble Companion
History: Roman's parents were sled dogs in Alaska. Alaska was Roman's birth place. He was the first pup in the litter to be born and was also the largest pup out of five. He was raised there by his parents' owners. Once his eyes opened for the first time, he was separated from his parents. New humans came and took him. After that, Roman never saw his parents or siblings again after being adopted; despite the fact that his new owners lived in Alaska only a couple miles away. However, when Roman was a year old, him and his owners moved to Manhattan, New York. From there, a new human arrived. An infant. Roman actually enjoyed the young boy's company. Aaron, was his name. Aaron and Roman grew side by side, growing closer by the second. When Roman was three and a half years old, Aaron suddenly began to ignore him. It had been out of the clear blue. Roman no longer the love and attention he once received from his boy. But then he was taken away by a large white van. Roman never saw his boy again, nor the parents. Over time, he grew more serious. He shifted from an energetic and sweet dog to a more serious and anti-social one. After the 'explosion,' Roman walked away from the vehicles. Since then he has been solitary.
Personality: Roman was granted with an independent and serious demeanor. He likes to get the job done right, and he usually doesn't tolerate any funny business. Hard-working and loyal would be two could traits to classify him as. His past is the troubling virus that caused this, but every now and then he might be a bit playful. Roman is the kind of male that won't keep others close to him. More like the lone wolf and anti-social. He does happen to have an overall calm temper. Roman isn't the one that gets angered easily, but if you do mess with him or his few loved ones, he will retaliate.
Kin: mother: Lady // father: Apollo // brother: Lucifer // sister: Yarrow // sister: Beau // brother: Dixon
Crush: Roman has no love interest, nor does he plan to have one.
Mate: //
Offspring: //

[Dr.Holmes]

➳ Titan
any of a family of giants in Greek mythology born of Uranus and Gaea and ruling the earth until overthrown by the Olympian gods.
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Name
Titan.::.Titan,sir. I was named after mythology,my human liked it...
Age
three years old.::.Three years old, sir. Full grown adult.
Gender
Male.::.Male, sir. How about your self?
Family
It was me and my dad.::.Well, I was born with mom and dad with siblings. But, my human was my new dad when I was taken from my real parents. I miss my dad.
Crush
no.::.No crush.
Mate
No....::.Don't need one.
Pups
no.::.I can have them, but I don't.
Looks
Black and brown..::.So, that is what I look like with big brown eyes.
Personality
Caring,soft,confident,Warrior's persona.::.Titan is a soft caring dog that enjoys being around others, human or dogs. He's often the dog that ends up making people not so scared of them anymore. He does have alot of power he could use against anyone, but is a gentle dog for he sees no reason to hurt others even if they hurt him. That doesn't mean he's a push-over and is going to run-away whimpering. When the time comes he is a big dog with a rep to kill, he just doesn't want to do anything that is unnecessary. He has honor and with his breed he wishes to keep it as so. Overall, if you ever feel the need to come to someone to talk your feels out, he's the guy. But, at the moment he's depressed and is keeping to himself.
Likes and Dislikes
✔Rain ✔Snow ✔Apples ✔Playing ✔Movies with his human ✔fuzzy rug ✔Trips to Egypt or Greece ✔Ice Cream ✔sleeping w/ human ✔Park ✔barbeque ✔Sugar milk/sweet milk
✗getting sick ✗Booties ✗shots✗scoldings ✗junk ✗baths ✗weird humans ✗jerks ✗bullies ✗watery milk ✗walks that turn to runs ✗Spitting fish

[cindy moon]

My name is Simiko.
I am Three.
I am a fae.
I am strong and tough.
I may not be able to take cabaret of myself, I depend con humans,
I am friendly, kind, smart, and bubbly, outgoing, and fun.
I had my sister, and my three brothers.
I am a rottweiler
I am mateless/and or crushless.
No pups of my own.

[raezel]

name ;; eula.
age ;; nine. (a bit of an old timer.)
breed ;; belgian shepherd.
gender ;; female / fae.

coat color ;; black.
eye color ;; a dark amber.
markings ;; no visible markings,
but the fur around her muzzle
is whitened from age.
build ;; relatively little
underneath all of her fur,
but she's sturdy on her feet.

mate ;; none at the moment,
but she isn't necessarily looking.
crush ;; none.
pups ;; she's bore a few
pups in her time, but no more
are in her aspirations. her age
would make it a difficult thing
to do, however enjoyable it
would be to do for her.
kin ;; father, mother, and
her older brother are the last
members of her family that she
is aware of. her other siblings
passed before they could become
victims of euthanasia in fear that the
disease would be spread by them.

history ;; eula was born into a grand family of royal and prime show dogs. her parents bore many litters of quality, pristine pups, and were renowned for their beauty. however, eula seemed to be the black sheep of her litter mates, and bore little to no interest in the show dog business. to her, it was a silly and mindless thing to prance through a show ring with her coat groomed to perfection, all for a petty blue ribbon to be worn as an accessory with little to no meaning behind it. as a result of her indifference with the practice, her owners retired her from the profession and kept her as a "nanny dog" to their young children with her docile temperament.

as eula grew and matured, so did the owner's children, and she was left without young to protect and watch over. even as a dog, she felt almost saddened and depressed at the loss of the children that had now grown up and went their separate ways. her sorrow mood did not go unnoticed, however, and her owner brought in another belgian shepherd to cheer her from her woe. the two were paired together after they developed an extremely tight bond. the male shepherd, named kahn, was, of course, into the show dog business. eula's owner figured that having eula's docile temperament mixed with kahn's experience in the show ring would produce fine puppies, and as a result, eula's first litter was born. eula proved to be a gentle and caring mother, just as she had done with her owner's children, and she raised them without hesitation, and all of her puppies went on to be full-blooded show dogs as their predecessors had done.

when the disease finally began to spread and awareness was at its fullest of the impending doom that dogs carried with them, eula and all of the dogs she had ever known were sent off to be euthanized. eula clung to her mother and father, even in her older age, just as she would when she was a pup. her older brother, too, kept watch over all of them as they were carried away in those dastardly white vans. eula's old partner, kahn, went along too. when the loud band finally happened and the vans hushed to a still, kahn's cage broke beyond repair, and he could not manage to escape its metal grip. eula and the others managed to escape, but ended up being separated in the hefty fog as they attempted to find their way back home.

personality ;; eula is an extreme sweetheart, and if nothing means harm to her, she will never show a nasty, spiteful temper. she is extremely protective of those she cares about, more so than others could ever say, and willingly puts her own life in front of harm's way if it means the ones she loves will get away unscathed.

positive traits: optimistic, passionate, polite, self-disciplined, tidy, tough, and warmhearted.
negative traits: cunning, opinionated, materialistic, parsimonious, secretive, and anxious.

[ʟᴜᴄɪᴏᴜs]

•Danger•
~The one that others fear or Hate~

The name is Danger
No nick names hun and don't try to make any
I'm 4 years old
Well I can be very aggressive, rude, I prefer to be alone, (independent) not tryna' brag here but I'm unusually bigger than my breed, which makes me stronger (but slower at speed), I'm clever And Mischievous.
Let's just say that my history can be in private
I'm not In search for any fae's they kinda slow down a males free life. Don't ask if I like anybody, cause I don't have crushes!
Well other than that,..... I have a black spike collar that I got from my old master, who no one can ever touch! It's not like I like that horrid human it just makes me look tough....
Don't get me started with pups.
I'm a Doberman
I am muscular and tall
I have been on the streets for so long I don't really remember