Meaningless |Abandoned Dog RP|

[Distant_Hybrid]

Plot

Forget about happiness, now the only terms that you and Life share is the need of survival, one that comes with sacrifice, pain, and fate. The streets of San Fransisco are cruel and lifeless; you seem to add on well, but this isn't the real you. The real you comes with time, regret, and blood, three things you cannot shed if you want to live alongside the others; The Strays of 'Cisco. The name 'Cisco was given when a group of dogs called 'The Elements' came to town. They killed many of the other dogs on the streets and left many injured beyond repair. Now, the only thing that drives you forward is your strong determination and the will to live.

Rules

1. Stick with my plot please, you're a stray in San Fransisco that's been abandoned by its owners
2. Don't run into The Elements without my permission, please PM me
3. Don't RP more than 2 pages without me. No exceptions.
4. No PP, GM, or Mary/Gary type things allowed.
5. Don't argue with me.
6. Please post 2-3 sentences, have good grammar and punctuation, or I will ban you
7. No 'Will RP', 'Meet Me', or 'WIP' anywhere on the form.

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Username: IceheartofStrongClan (Call me Ice please)
Name: Mason
Nickname: Mase if he asks you to
Age: 3
Gender: Male
Personality: Mason is very enthusiastiac and humorous, born with leader quality traits that can easily advance him in life. He is also very adaptive and creative, easily finding an alternative or diversion to save him in even the thickest of situations. His easy going and intelligentness keep him on his feet and sturdy, making him a good leader for many.
History: Mason had a human named Spencer. Spencer was a sweet little boy until he developed Cancer which left him and his family on the hospital for days on end. During those days, Mason would sit at home, anxious for a sign of return of his family. When they did return though, they would shower him with hugs and kisses, telling him what a good boy he was. Then, one day, his family came home without Spencer. They had puffy red eyes and runny noses, constantly mumbling something about a lost battle. In those times of grief, Mason would comfort them the best he could. After weeks of puffy eyes and runny noses, the family decided the best path for Mason would be on a farm, and thats where he went to. The animals smelled terrible and the food was worse. Soon, the nasty food stopped coming altogether. Hunting and scavenging, Mason found the will to live. His cleverness finally helped him realize that it was true, he was abandoned.
Crush/Mate: Looking/ Wants
Other: He's a German Shepard/ Aussie mix
Looks:

[Distant_Hybrid]

Mason wandered the streets aimlessly; building shadowing him. His chocolate brown fur had become more of a rusty red from his last run in with 'The Elements.' he had stood his ground, only to be taken down by their leader, Russet. Russet leaped on Mason's overgrown coat, throwing him to the hard ground beneath him. Crying out in pain, the larger dog had slashed at him with his claw. Mason was able to dodge the attack and bite Russet onhis scruff. The maroon dog was angry at the weaker dog's effort and and sank his teeth into Mason's chest. Mason quickly retreated, knowing he wouldn't win. Now, laying down in the empty alleyway, he felt more alone than ever.

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Username :: €lliptical
Name :: Lakota
Nickname :: Loki
Age :: 2 Years || 30 Months
Gender :: Female
Personality :: Loki is a very bright dog. She is very perky and has sure footing in the way she walks. She holds her head high with a cheery glow, keeping a hop in her step and a friendly light in her eyes. She knows what she wants and kind of just goes with what happens. She's one of those types of dogs who can be alone or in a group and she wouldn't care. Her creativity helps her find things to do on her own.
All those things however, come with knowing her for a while. Upon first meeting, she is shy, protective, and defensive. First impressions are also everything to her. It helps her weigh others upon their actions, leaving her careful where she places her paws with dogs she doesn't know.
When it comes to close family and friends, nothing will stop her from protecting them except ending her life. She is willing to snap bone and bloody her paws for the safety of her loved ones. She'll fight tooth and claw to ensure they aren't injured. Of course, currently, she has no one to fight for but herself.
When lingering in the past, Loki is very quiet. Usually, she isn't one to hold onto the scratches on her pelt, but she keeps the scarring wounds at the edge of her consciousness so she doesn't make the same mistakes that had cost her greatly the first time. If faced with a new wound, she suffers in silence, fearing others will climb through her crumbling wall before its rebuilt and cut the wound deeper.
Some of Loki's most charming features can be her stubborn, resolute ways. She's never willing to back down and gets what she needs done correctly, the first time. She hates it when her work isn't done to others content and if she doesn't get it right the first time, then she'll keep trying until she does.
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History :: Born to an Icelandic breeder, Loki had high expectations from the moment she took her first breath. Her father was a strict dog, wanting his offspring to be disciplined and hard working. He expected nothing below that, which for a couple of pups who've hardly learned their steps, was too much to handle. In her early weeks, she had learned that speed and agility were everything if she were to survive in snow taller then her head in the winter.
After being weaned, Loki was sold to a shepherd, becoming the first worker in the name of his and his wife, who was with child at the time. She had worked hard, like her father taught her, while her sister had been shipped off to America, and her brother sold to an old woman as a guard dog.
After the wife of Loki's owner had her child, she spent every free hour she had with him. The little boy she gaurded was named Gier. Though she hadn't had pups, she developed protective maternal instinct.
When Gier was a few months old, his mother passed away, driving Loki's owner to buy two more herding dogs and keeping her around his son. She was half a year old then.
At the age of 1 1/2, her shepherd couldn't keep his farm running, so he sold it, usuing the money to move to America with his family. There he could gain help with raising his child. He packed up his things, three dogs included, and shipped them off with him to 'A country of freedom' as told by his greying parents.
When getting to America, he was forced to give up Loki and her two other loving companions. He sold one of his males to a young man with three children, his other male to a puppy mill taking advantage of his inability to understand a lot of english, and last, his beloved Loki. He held onto her for a few more months, then he sold her to an eldery couple who had been searching for a gentle beast like her. She lived happily with them for a couple of months before the old man, George, lost his life to the widow maker. He had been a two time cancer survivor, but sadly lost his third battle. His wife, Elena, who was of hispanic heritage, was unable to care for Loki. She gave her up to a shelter, who rehomed her to a man careless of his dogs. He abandon her in on a road side during the day. That was her last owner.
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Crush {Mate} :: No {No}
Other :: She's An Icelandic Sheepdog
Looks ::
Head - Her cranial region is dome shaped, with a stop that isn't steep, nor is it high.
Facial Region - She has a black nose with a straight nasal bridge. she has flat cheeks, a sciccors bite, and black lips. Her eyes are a deep chocolate brown, almond in shape, and of medium size. Her Ears are tall and perked, triangular in shape and sensitive to sound.
Body - Her body is rectangular with a strong back, muscular loins, a deep, well sprung and long chest, a belly with only a slight tuck up, and a well set, curled tail. She stands at about 43 cm.
Limbs - Straight legs, slight oval toes, with amazingly developed paw pads.
Pelt - Reddish Orange with cream undertones and black dashed around her muzzle.
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[Tack]

Username: Pub
Name: Vault
Nickname: -none-
Age: 2 years
Gender: Male
Personality: Vault has a fairly explosive personality, not hesitating to snap at anyone who offends him. He also has a bad habit or rushing into any situation without any thought. Due to his past, he has a great loathing for children which were the cause to his being abandoned. Even though he has these reckless traits, he is willing to sit and listen to those who prove themselves capable and trustworthy, he forms a strong loyal bond with these kinds of dogs and would gladly defend them even at the risk of his own life.
History: Vault used to life with an elderly woman in the outer parts of San Francisco, it was an unfriendly neighborhood, so he had been her guard dog. He was extremely devoted to his master; he never left her side and glared at anyone who came to close to his precious master, but one day, the elderly woman had a young group of children in her yard, teasing Vault through the fence; and with Vault's obsessive protectiveness it led to a bite. The children's mother instantly called the police to have Vault put down, the elderly woman tried to explain to the mother that the children had been provoking him, jabbing him with sticks and tossing stones at him, but she heard no word of it.This was when the elderly woman herded Vault into her car and drove him farther into the city, abandoning him there, assuming he would have a better chance there.
Crush/Mate: none yet
Other: He walks with a slight limp in his front left leg, having been hit with a car soon after abandonment, but despite this he gets around as fine as any dog.
Looks: -Shiba Inu-

[Distant_Hybrid]

((Accepted! ^^))

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((:3 I'm probably gonna make Loki's pic a little longer so none of her form is handing off the edge, cause that is really bothering me for some reason xD.))

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Username:
Name:Shear
Nickname:Shea
Age:2 years, 6 months
Gender:fae
Personality: Shear has her moments, and you dont want to be in them. she will totaly blow up on you, especialy when she is in a bad mood. other than that, she is really a friendly dog, with a nice personality. one thing that always lets this go is that she is really stubbern. again, she is caring, kind and overall, a very protective wolf when it comes to her friends and family. she would die for her pack, not thinking twice about it. if there had happend to bad a storm, and a dog couldent make it, she would stay with them to the end, even them being her worst enemy. she is trustworthy and respectful.

Shear also, despite the respectfulness in her, is a rule breaker. when she is in the mood, she doesent care for rules. some one will tell her to do somthing, and she will look at them, with a look on her face that says, really? then eather walk off and do it, or just ignore the dog in all. she will not go and do somthing if she does not like the person or dog, she will just sit there, staring at them. she loves to annoy people, and this is why she is disliked by most humans. she doesnt mind it though, becuse she doesnt care for most humans. they make her mad, exept the little ones, witch she thinks are entertaining and sweet.

History: Shear will not heastate to bite your head off, though i will tell you anyway. she came from a puppy mill, actualy, escaped from it, and never turned back. she never thought of it, and now doesnt remember much. her mother and father were killed, and this pained Shear deeply for they had been sweet, kind, and caring. all her siblings were also killed, and when they had come for her, she bit the guy. he dropped her on the floor, and she made a mad dash for the door.

After a little while of roaming the streets, a rather Adorable little human girl found her. Shear had never encoutered a kid, and was very wary of her for the first few days, in witch Shear found out the girl was a orphan, and also lived on the streets. She learned that the small girl was only 7 years of age, and had no home. Shear was sold on the 5th day of being with her. Combied, they were a deadly mix at getting food, and, once they ended up getting a giant tent. Shear's girl got into trouble very little times, and usualy found a way out, Shear, on the other hand, Always got into trouble. She ended up in the pound 3 times within a week, but thanks to the girl, She always got out.

On the second year of Shear's life, and the second year of being with the girl, The girl got very ill. She died in the hospital after a grown human found her, and Shear was devastated. The grown human took Shear home, and basicly adopted her. She had never lived in a house before, and was very dumb about what to do. She ended up locked in the bathroom 7 times, because she had found out that when you jump up on the door, it twists the lock. The only bad part was, She didnt find a way out. So, she sat patintly as her new owner grew frantic with worry for her. When he finally unlocked the door, He praised her for being such a good girl while locked up.

The human happened to be a police officer, and took Shear to his work one day. He had been calling her Shear seice he had gotten her because he found her with a pair of shears in her mouth while bringing them to the girl, for cutting a rope. Anyways, back to The day he brought her to his work. He worked withy her to see what he had found on the streets, seice he had found out 2 days ago that she was a german sheperd. She turned out to be a exallent police dog, and his boss adored her. So, that was the first day of her new job.

9 weeks later, her owner was killed while on duty. She had never left his side after being shot, and howled and barked for his comrads. By the time they got there, it was too late. He had passed on. Shear was devistated once again, and ran the following night. She swore off humans for good, and never looked back.

all of this because of her own teeth and a man's hand.

Crush/Mate:
Other:
Looks:She's a german sheperd.

({Just tell me if you want more. })

Username:Tinebrook
Name:Cota
Nickname:I cant find a way to make that shorter, but, her friends may come up with one.
Age:22 years, 3 months
Gender:fae
Personality: Cota is the type of dog that is almost impossible to put down. She is consntantly looking for the bright side, and always finds a way out. She will never try to hurt some one, and has always been patiant and caring. She is very trustworthy, and has never let someone down. She is also very vunurlable when it comes to her past, and will ingore you if you start to be rude. She doesnt have a bad side really, and trys to avoid fights. But dont get me wrong, she will not heasatate to fight if it comes to it, and is not the submissive type of dog. She trys to be nice, and will go to the ends of the earth to ensure her friends and familie's safty. She has never left anyone's side, and will jump to defend you in a heart beat. She is stubbern, and sometimes will just look at you if you tell her to go away.

She is a problem solver, and has never gone to the pound with out finding a way to escape. She always leaves with every one, never leaving a dog behind. Once, she had to get 10 newborns out before the catchers got there, and maneged to do it. The dogs called her crazy and told her the babys where a lost cause, but she wouldent give up, and got them out. She has miles of determanation, and insulting her will just get you told off.
History: Her history is a normal one, really. She was born into a littler of 4, and loved life. Her sisters and brothers tryed to kill her when she was little though, because she was the favorite out of the bunch. She manged to survive, and ran away at the age of 5 months. She never thought of going back, and only looked forward to her future. She was only 7 months found a pup on a stormy day, only 2 months old and starving. The young pup thought Cota was there to kill her, and closed her eyes to wait for death. Cota instead took the puppy in, and took care of her untill the puppy went off on her own. She returns to Cota everly day now, and always comes back with a story. Once, she decided on her name, and told Cota to call her Kitara. So, Kitara comes every day, and spends atleast 4 hours with Cota.

Cota also had come up with her name by then, and had gotten into trouble every day. first it was the dog catcher, second the angry hot dog man. Cota is a rather entertaining dog to watch while she is in trouble, just because of what she does. She is very adgile, and knows every corner of the town. This gives her an advantige, and she will go somewhere just out of reach. Once, She was in trouble with the hot dog man, and when to slip though a fence. once on the other side, she sat. The man came racing around the corner, and ran to the fence. He couldent get though, and couldent get to Cota. She sat there, sausege in mouth, grinning as the man threw a temper tatrum. She finally got tired, and walked away.
Crush/Mate: looking.
Other:none.
Looks:

[Distant_Hybrid]

((Accepted, that's fine!)) ((Okay, go ahead and make it a mile if you'd like! ;D))

The burning sorrow inside of Mason raged like a pheonix. 'Alex....' He repeated in his head. Alex was his girl (Please don't call them mate like I did on the form xD It wierds me out...) and not Dean's. Thinking it over, he sprinted out of the alleyway like a feral cat being chased by a lion. Arriving at Alex's house, (Yes, she has an owner) he barked at the door. He could see Alex gingerly peer out of the window and sigh. She opened the door and growled. (She opened the doggy door, not the real one) Mason took this as a sign of displeasure, so he slumped away,his ears flat on his cheeks.

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((Dangit. I couldn't make it longer without making my form longer so I'll just keep the original one. ^^))

Loki pushed past crowds of people as she made her way down the street of Pier 39. Her claws clicked on the small sidewalk as she headed towards the neighborhoods. After a few minutes of walking, she was there. She passed by many houses, a few with dogs who sprung at their windows trying to get at her, their wild barks muted by the glass windows. That made it easy for her to ignore them. Her mind was set on her old owner and his son. She wondered everyday how the little boy was coming along. Had he gotten the coughing fits again? That was the worst time she had spent with him. He had coughed for days on end, rarely coming to the ground where she lay with him, his soft head using her silky fur as a pillow.
Shaken from her thoughts, she saw a brown body staring at a house, then heard a growl. She blinked, stopping in her tracks entirely.

[Charisma.]

[.Layla.]

Username: -Vengeance-
Name: Layla
Nickname: Lay, or simply Layla.
Age: Two years and seven months
Gender: Female
Personality:
Layla is a sweet dog, in simple terms. She isn't one to fight over stupid things, and often listens before she speaks up. This doesn't mean she wont speak up, rather, she will wait until its the right time to speak. However, this may not always be the case. Layla may seem as though she is a shy dog, however that is not the case. She is very approachable, and often loves to chat or hang out. Layla is very defensive however, and cares deeply about friends and family. She knows she isn't the biggest dog, or the strongest, however she has a confident stride to her, when it comes to defending her friends or family.
Layla isn't one to hold grudges of any kind, and is more of the 'forgive and forget' kind of dog, although if you push her to her limits and upset her, then she will be upset. When it comes to her emotions, she can show them well, as much as she tries to hide them. One bad thing about her is that sometimes she gets a little to open about her emotions, and pours her heart out to anyone she trusts, risking hurting her own self, which has happened before. She's sensitive about that kind of thing.

History:
Laylas history, well is nor long nor short, nor death defying or exciting. She was born in a litter of three puppies, two males and one female, which was herself. Her mother was also a pointer mix, however she has more of her fathers looks, with the black white and dark brown flecked pelt, and eyes. She was born in the corner of a shed, near a house where her mothers owners lived. They had never wanted puppies, however now they didn't know what they were going to do with a litter of three more puppies.
Sadly, the only thing he could do was sell the puppies, since he was running low on money at the point. One male was given to the mans sister who lived two states away, and the other male was sold to a family with two kids. Layla was kept until she was about four months old before she too, was sold along with her mother. The man had no choice since he was running low on funds.
Layla and her mother were separated when she was sold once more to woman who had wanted a dog like her. Layla wasn't too fond of living so far away, though she learned to cope, until eventually the woman moved away to her own family, across country, being forced to leave Layla behind.

Crush/Mate: [Crush: We'll have to see...]
[Mate: None yet]
Other: Layla is an English pointer mix, with traces of weimaraner, and a little bit of retriever in her.
Looks:
Layla has a slim, slender figure, standing at about twenty one- almost twenty two inches at the shoulder, so she is rather a smaller dog, not the biggest dog. She weighs in at about forty eight pounds, which ties into her slim figure. She has more speed and agility then she does bulky power. Her legs are long and slender, allowing her to run, and jump quickly.
Layla has a slender face, with a medium length muzzle, with a smooth jaw, and a pitch black nose dotting the end. Her eyes are a deep, distinct, chocolate brown color, and her coat is short and smooth, with the color of black and white, along with dark brown, and flecked through out.
Her ears are a tender black and rather large, yet velvety and delicate, flopping only halfway down, as shown in the picture.

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[.Rowan.]

Username: -Vengeance-
Name: Rowan
Nickname: Just Rowan is fine.
Age: Three years and two months of age.
Gender: Male
Personality:
Rowan can be seen in a few different ways. He's often looked upon as mysterious, sarcastic, quiet and aggressive.He is, one heck of a rebel.
On the other hand, he is really a sweetheart, and is very considerate and thoughtful, despite his tough exterior appearance. When first met, Rowan is sarcastic however, and throws remarks around every now and then, but he isn't always that way.He is however a bit of a hot head. He can snap if something is wrong, or if he's just plain out annoyed. Usually, when Rowan is pushed to far, he can get a bit aggressive. He doesn't mean to harm anyone without a reason, but sometimes he just snaps and gets edgy. Those who know him, know not to push his buttons, or he'll pop...well, more like explode.
Rowan is also very defensive and protective towards those he truly trusts and loves, but he does not trust easily, so if you manage to earn his trust, then you can be sure he's got your back.Sometimes, Rowan has a quiet side, which you will see when he is first met.
However Rowans got a deeper side, aside from the hot headed, sarcastic, tough looking dog everyone thinks he is. He is a sweetheart. To his trusted friends and those he loves, he cares very much about, but with others, he is wary. Rowan is often hesitant when it comes to wary situations and doubts himself every now and then, however, he's got a big heart, even though it isn't noticeable at first. He is considerate of others and puts them before himself, though this can sometimes be a good and bad thing. Over-all, Rowan is looked upon as a non-approachable, hot headed dog, but really he's got a softer side, that just needs to be found. A bit like a tough looking teddy bear, if that fits. He's got a big heart even though its not noticeable at first. To his friends and family, he's got their backs, and once you get to know this dog, and he trusts you, then he will stand by you.

History:
Rowans history has been pretty crazy, not as typical as Laylas. He was sold to a family at the age of one month, so he was pretty young. Unfortunately the family could not keep him as long as they had intended and took him to the shelter only to get a smaller dog. He stayed into the shelter long enough that he needed foster care. He switched homes many times before until he ended up at the shelter again, and by this time he was just one year old.
He was taken in by the police department and trained only half way to become a police dog, however that didn't last long, since at two and a half years old, he injured his back right leg. After this he was taken back to the shelter however, but after the next family he was abandoned and they left. No one was left to care for him. His mother was a purebred German shepherd along with his father, however his father was killed by a speeding car.

Crush/Mate: [Crush: Not quite set, however he does have a slight liking towards Loki. He say anything about it though, and isnt sure about the whole love thing.]
[Mate: No one yet]
Other: Rowan is a German shepherd dog.
Looks: Rowan is a taller dog, though he isn't a giant. He stands at about twenty seven inches at the shoulder, and weighs in at about ninety pounds, which is alright for his breed. Being a German Shepherd dog, he has a more muscular build, with a broad, deep looking chest. His legs are lengthy, though not skinny. His front legs are firm and durable, and his back legs are strong, and sturdy.