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↳this roleplay is between boomer and i. please do not post if you are not either of us.

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[Boomer]

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Name: Alessa Cecilia Gillespie
Age: 9, almost 10
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual
Species/Breed: Anthro Canine; Dalmatian-mix
Personality: Generally very sweet, but very quiet, Alessa isn't quick to make friends. She normally doesn't speak to others unless she's spoken to. However, if she is your friend, she will be very loyal and loving towards you.
Appearance: Alessa and her beloved Scarlett
Likes: Stormy weather, her toy Scarlett, and taking care of animals (fish, mice, ect).
Dislikes: Fire, blood, needles, feeling like she's not in control.
Powers: Telekinesis
Weaknesses: She is unable to break bones. She can lift objects that are smaller than herself and weigh less (about 30 pounds, she's underweight), forms a protective orb around herself and whoever she wishes to protect, and uses orbs of energy to hit whatever she wants to hit. However, she gets headaches when she's used too much power/used it for a long period of time. These headaches prevent her from using it for a while, and if she breaks her focus, she's unable to use her power (such as being bitten or kicked).
History: Alessa was born to a single mother in a small town located in Pennsylvania. The pup's mother, Dahlia, struggled with raising her pup on her own and began to resent her pup. At about two years old, Alessa began to display some telekinetic power, which only angered her mother. Dahlia knew that Alessa's father had passed down the gene to her, as she could control fire. Dahlia started to abuse Alessa as the pup started to use her power more and more, eventually resorting to beating her for any small mistake. Growing tired of taking care of Alessa, her mother decided the easiest way to get rid of her pup was to have her killed. She had staged a fire and their home burned down with Alessa inside. Dahlia was able to disappear, not wanting to stick around and be caught. Alessa was swiftly rescued and taken to a hospital nearby; she stayed there for almost three years and was sent away to live in a foster home.
Crush: x
Mate: x
Offspring: Unable to have any
Other: x

Name: Mary Ann Shepherd
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Species/Breed: Anthro Canine; White German Shepherd
Personality: Mary is very kind and motherly, willing to take on any pups that comes across her way. Being the older sister to a slightly bratty dog, she doesn't take petty crap from anyone. She can get mean, should she need to. Mostly she's fun and easy going, all while making sure no one gets into trouble.
Appearance: Old refs are olddd; Mary is on the left and Maria is on the right.
Likes: Her work, relaxing, swimming, and peanut butter.
Dislikes: Whenever she loses a patient, laziness, and judgmental people.
Powers: x
Weaknesses: Peanut butter is very much a weakness for her.
History: Mary and her sister were born in a cabin in the woods, nestled in Pennsylvania, to two young dogs. Soon after their birth, their father left them and their mother. The girls enjoyed their life, until when they were about five, their mother suddenly disappeared. The two were left to fend for themselves. They moved into the city and were put into foster care rather quickly. The sisters had almost been split up numerous times, but they made it very clear they would not be good if they were kept apart. They later were adopted together, and Mary decided to become a nurse. She had starting dating a male named James in high school and they later married. James quickly showed his abusive side and Mary kept it hidden for years, even from Maria. Mary soon was expecting and had hoped that James would see the error of his ways. The abuse did stop for about two and a half years, but when he started again, Mary had enough. She moved in with Maria and would reluctantly let him see their pups, not wanting to deny them their father. He got a little too rough during one of his visits, which made Mary to permanently cut all contact with him. She moved out of her sister's house and relocated to a city several miles away. Maria recently moved in with Mary to help her with the pups.
Crush: x
Mate: None, ex is James.
Offspring: Cybil, Cynthia, and Vincent
Other: x

Name: Maria Belle Shepherd
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Species/Breed: Anthro Canine; White German Shepherd
Personality: Maria is a little more childish than Mary, but is serious when she needs to be. She is sarcastic, witty, and is sharp-tongued. She is more lax with time and isn't as "uptight" as her sister. Maria gets angered easily, especially if multiple things happen that annoy her. She is also clingy and enjoys being the center of attention. While Maria can come off as aloof or cold at first, she truly is loving and caring.
Appearance: Old refs are olddd; Mary is on the left and Maria is on the right.
Likes: Shopping, anything to do with fashion, teasing her sister, spending time with her family
Dislikes: Loud noises, hot weather, insects, being tired
Powers: x
Weaknesses: Heights and airplanes
History: Maria's early life was the same as her sister's. When they were adopted, Maria began to compete in pageants of her own free will. Her adoptive mother supported her as she supported Mary wanting to be a nurse. Maria ended her show career when she was 17. She didn't want to go to college right away and spent her later teen years trying to find herself. She worked various jobs to save up money to buy her own place. She moved out of her parents' home when she was 19 with her sister. The two shared an apartment together and when Mary graduated from nursing school and brought home more money, she helped her sister get a nice little house for herself. Maria was still working when her sister got married and had her pups. When the marriage got rocky, Maria opened her home to Mary and the pups. After one visit that got to be too much, Mary moved out of her sister's house and to another city. Maria had stayed behind to sell the house and once she finally did, she decided to move in with her sister.
Crush: Open
Mate: x
Offspring: Expecting three pups
Other: x

Name: Cybil Bennett Shepherd
Age (human years): 3
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Mostly likely straight
Species/Breed: Anthro Canine; White German Shepherd-mix
Personality: Bold, assertive, and fearless. This pint-sized tomboy isn't afraid of anything (or so she claims). Cybil is a little spitfire that likes to pretend that she's a police officer. Cybil questions everyone and everything, likes calling out on liars, and acts bigger than she is. Don't let her boldness fool you, she can be a very sweet and charming little girl unless you call her "Cybilly", then she might kick you in the shins.
Appearance: Cybil is tiny for a three year old, as she barely reaches her mother's knee. She has a pearly white coat like her parents; Cybil has short, scruffy blonde hair like her father and a small black spot on her back similar to the black spot she shares with her mother and aunt, which is nicknamed "The Shepherd Spot". Compared to her mother and siblings, she looks like the one that was adopted. Cybil has large, bat-like ears, icy blue eyes, and a bob tail. She mostly wears blue or white striped shirts under overalls. Cybil also carries a police badge (which she thinks is real) pinned onto her overalls. At the moment Cybil is missing her two front teeth, which annoys her when people exclaim how cute she is.
Likes: Playing cops and robbers, roughhousing with her brother, interrogating her stuffed animals, and rolling in the mud.
Dislikes: Baths, being called "tiny" or "cute", taking naps, and having to listen to rude adults.
Powers: None
Weaknesses: Cybil hates it when she cries and hates showing others that she cries. Once she starts, it takes her a while to stop.
History: Cybil is the oldest of the three pups; she was born premature and the first few months of her life were tough on her. With a lot of coddling by her mother, Cybil was able to form a healthy bond with Mary. Although she and her siblings never witnessed the abuse against their mother, Cybil would question why her father was angry and why her mother had black and blue "spots" on her. Cybil was fine with moving in with her aunt, as her siblings were. Once they moved again, Cybil has had a rougher time adjusting.
Crush: Too young
Mate: Way too young
Offspring: Way too young
Other: Cybil sleeps with a stuffed grizzly bear toy that she calls Paczki (she pronounces it as "Pawtch-key", although she's been corrected).

Name: Cynthia Ann Shepherd
Age (human years): 3
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Mostly likely straight
Species/Breed: Anthro Canine; German Shepherd-mix
Personality: Cynthia is bubbly, sweet, and loves to please others. She is very gentle with smaller animals, especially with mice and butterflies. Cynthia is just a happy pup enjoying her innocence. She is the most sensitive of her siblings and tends to cry easily, to which Cybil either protects her from whoever made her cry or Vincent will explain to her that everything will be okay. Cynthia was close to James (although he wasn't very warm to her) and isn't as happy as she usually is.
Appearance: Cynthia is a bit taller than Cybil, as she reaches to Mary's hips. She has a white coat, dull brown hair that reaches past her collarbone and which is usually in pigtails, muted brown eyes, floppy ears, and a normal tail. Cynthia typically wears pink or burgundy dresses with poofy white shoulders and tights. Like the Shepherd women, Cynthia has a small black spot on her right calf.
Likes: Playing with stuffed animals, tea parties, baking, reading, snuggling, and just being with her family.
Dislikes: The dark, loud noises, fighting, and clowns.
Powers: None
Weaknesses: Cynthia is a bit naiive and doesn't always catch on to things quickly.
History: Cynthia is the middle pup of the three siblings. She and Vincent were born on time and lived a normal life with her family. Cynthia was more close to James, but he often ignored her. Cynthia was upset when they moved out of their home, but soon realized it was fun hanging out with Maria. After they moved a second time, Cynthia has been rather huffy lately.
Crush: Too young
Mate: Way too young
Offspring: Way too young
Other: Cynthia carries around a black and white Shetland pony toy with her named Mr. Clip Clop.

Name: Vincent Alexander Shepherd
Age (human years): 3
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Most likely asexual
Species/Breed: Anthro Canine; German Shepherd-mix
Personality: Vincent is a bit of a nerd; he tries to teach himself something new and is the most advanced reader out of the three. He often butts into adult conversations to put his two cents in. Vincent spews out random facts at every chance he gets. Vincent also has to constantly move or make noises to himself. He also likes to take things apart and tries to rebuild them; because of this, Vincent is no longer allowed to use the TV remote. He is also a bit of a mama's boy as he adores Mary greatly. Vincent distrusts any man that approaches his mother and will glare at them until they leave.
Appearance: Vincent is about the same size as Cynthia. He has a white coat like the rest of his family. His hair is dark brown, much darker than his mother's. Vincent has a shaggier version of a bowl cut and sometimes his bangs cover his rounded glasses. Vincent has a strange hazel-gray eye color, which Mary has no idea who in her family had eyes like he does. He has floppy ears and a normal tail, along with a small black spot behind his left ear. Vincent typically wears long sleeved dress shirts or sweaters with a brown vest and slacks. If not for his small size, he could easily be mistaken for an adult for the way he dresses.
Likes: Reading, tinkering with electronics, baths, proving Cybil wrong, and spending time with Mary.
Dislikes: Being called "Egg Head" by Cybil, roughhousing with Cybil, being proved wrong, being away from Mary, and heights.
Powers: None
Weaknesses: Vincent has separation anxiety and can't stand to be away from Mary for more than twenty minutes.
History: Vincent is the baby of the family. Even though he never saw his father abuse his mother, he always disliked James. He wanted nothing to do with him or be in any way like him. Vincent was glad when they moved out of the house and in with their aunt. Once they moved out of Maria's house, Vincent has adjusted fairly well.
Crush: Too young
Mate: Way too young
Offspring: Way too young
Other: Vincent has a "lab assistant" called Newton; Newton is a stuffed dolphin toy.

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↳the above image belongs to valeria boltneva and is free to use
↳12 years • female • heterosexual • shiba inu mix

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↳candela is primarily a pale tan color, with golden and white flecks and splashes throughout her fur along with upturned ears. Her eyes and hair are a deep, rich brown, the latter of which is quite curly, about shoulder-length, and typically worn loose with a side part.
↳she is stocky but long-limbed, being quite tall for her age; additionally, she is on the chubby side, a bit more chunky than others.
↳she tends to wear simple clothes that doesn’t draw much attention, such as simple t-shirts, jean shorts, and sweaters.

↳candela doesn’t remember much of her parents, as she was put up for adoption before she was even a year old. she retains faint memories of being held by someone smelling of lavender, but that’s about it. all her life candela has been passed from foster home to foster home, typically labeled a strange or problem child due to her inability to stay focused or listen to direction. Though she has yet to be diagnosed, she suffers from adhd-pi.

↳candela is a bright and intelligent child, having the means to solve complex problems though she often struggles with schoolwork. she also strives to be kind and caring, wanting to treat others the way she wished she were treated. her optimistic leaning is often seen as naive or foolish, but she simply wishes to see the best in people. she wants to open and inviting, perhaps as a way to gain friends or at the least people who like her. her shy nature means she tends to communicate through a more nonverbal manner, typically asking for affection by simply brushing up against others.
↳she has a tendency to lose focus, usually being lost in thought while trying to complete a task. her inability to remain calm and remember things often annoys her and sets her on edge; she is used to getting in trouble for forgetting to complete chores, so she typically tries to hide away and stay out of sight. this reclusive personality leads to the other children viewing her as weird and not wanting to play with her or be her friend, leaving her alone the majority of the time. this, of course, has a negative impact on her, as she typically feels disheartened and bereft when the others exclude her.

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↳the above image belongs to alex kross and is free to use
↳34 years • male • heterosexual • police officer • siberian husky

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↳silas is primarily white with black markings upon his back and face, as well as upturned ears and one blue and one golden eye; his hair is also black, and cut a bit short, above his ears, and is very curly.
↳silas has a broad and muscular build, well built for tackling and taking down criminals.
↳he typically wears dress shirts and pants, hoping to appear well-dressed and professional.

↳as a child, silas was the boisterous, take charge type of kid. his father was never present in his life, leading to him having no reliable father-figure; additionally, he had no siblings, meaning he didn’t learn many social cues until he attended school. though he got in trouble the first few years for being rude to others, he soon mellowed out and learned to be respectful, if only to avoid landing in detention. it was about this time he was found to suffer from adhd-ph.
↳he married his highschool sweetheart, arcelia. the first couple years seemed to be a happy fairytale ending; their joy was only elevated when they had their first pup, candela. then came the day of arcelia's death. it seemed to be a simple car accident, and silas was overcome by grief. candela was merely a few months old, but he felt ill equipped to care for her, too caught up in his mourning. and so he gave her up for adoption, deciding to focus on his career instead.
↳a couple years later, he met dahlia, and they began a relationship; however, he cut ties with her when he learned she was expecting, not feeling fit to be a father. though he still feels guilty for leaving his children, he was unable to find candela again due to her being moved about many foster homes, and he never knew what became of dahlia and the child he never met.

↳although calmer now, silas is still quite high energy; he is usually observed bouncing his leg or squirming in his seat. however, he had no trouble with focusing so he uses his excess energy to complete his goals. he is very diligent and hard working, always determined to complete assignments on time or before, and to go above and beyond, this likely helps his investigative work, as he has an attention for detail due to his desire to get every little part of an assignment correct. this has lead to him gaining a reputation from his superiors as a worthy candidate for promotions, but one of a goody-two-shoes from his peers.
↳his guilt plagues him, usually leaving a pang in his heart or a bitter taste in his mouth when he least expects it. now older and more mature, he regrets many of the rash decisions he made in his youth, but he feels it is far too late now to right his wrongs. likewise, silas exhibits a tendency to be far too hard on himself for mundane matters. any small mistake, no matter how small or irrelevant occupies his mind for many days and often inhibits his ability to sleep peacefully. his past also means he usually has an adverse reaction to atattchments, feeling he has failed far too many times as a father to be trusted.

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↳the above image belongs to dsd and is free to use
↳23 years • male • heterosexual • photographer • doberman pinscher

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↳oliver has primarily black fur, with tawny markings upon his chest, face, and legs; his eyes are also a dark, deep brown and his ears are floppy. His hair is the same tan color as his markings, and is about ear length and typically quite scruffy.
↳oliver sports a lean and tall build, better suited for speed and agility rather than strength.
↳he usually wears a plaid button up and simple jeans, sometimes with a sweatshirt, and pale green rectangular glasses.

↳oliver was born to two young parents, who although not living in poverty did not count as middle class either. this meant he typically never had the gadgets and whatnot he wanted for his hobbies. he had to make do with old, often falling apart, equipment and good old imagination. but oliver had a good childhood, and he has many memories he cherishes of his family.

↳he went on to graduate from a community college with a degree in photography. for now, he is content simply capturing peaceful shots of beautiful scenery. oliver eventually moved more into the heart of the city, as he has a special interest in capturing the bustling commotion and various interactions in a crowded place.

↳oliver had a very calm and collected attitude, usually keeping a cool head in situations in which others might panic. however, his quiet and observant demeanor often leads others to believe he is shy and easy to push around. the complete opposite is true, as oliver is quick to retaliate and snap back if pushed. he can turn into a spitfire very quickly; not necessarily when he feels threatened, but typically when someone offends his loved ones. however, oliver is a bit of a people pleaser; he typically gravitates to actions that would look good on his resume, sometimes leading to him doing things more out of advantage than goodness of heart.
↳he has a tendency to be overly stubborn; though he tries to tone it down, it typically shows itself when he feels annoyed or is already in a bad mood. on particularly rough days, he raises a tough and angry facade. those who know him realize it is simply an act, but those who don't are often put off and confused by it; this has lead to many potential friends abandoning ship, for they feel he has an unreliable personality. this in turn leaves oliver sad and disappointed in himself, often for days on end. in an effort to keep friends, he tries to be more open about his mood and personality, though this sometimes leads to him oversharing.

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[Boomer]

Alessa's heart was pounding in her chest as she ran from the hospital. She had pulled off a daring escape from the abusive hospital she was staying at. She had been forced to use her telekinesis in experiments. Alessa managed to sneak out while no one was looking. She kept running until she reached the forest. Alessa looked at her toy in one paw and her sketchbook in the other paw. She didn't have many possessions, but she knew she had to take those. She wandered around the dark forest, hoping to find some sort of shelter to hide in until morning.

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↳candela softly padded across the wooden floorboards, making sure to avoid the one spot that creaked when stepped on. she had been planning this moment for quite a while, envisioning every little step she had to take to make it out, though that didn't stop the nerves from pooling in her stomach. she was already mistreated badly enough for always having her head in the clouds, she shuddered to think what would happen if they found her out past curfew, or worse, figured out she was planning on running. the young girl held her breath as the door appeared in her line of sight, tantalizingly close though she fought to keep a slow pace. to break into a run now would only cause commotion that would throw away all her hard work. slowly, painfully so, she turned the handle, opening the door a smidge, only enough to slip out. candela eyed it as she put it back in it’s place, a smile spreading over her face as she heard a satisfying click. she was free.

↳with a slight giggle, she started out at a slight jog, clutching at the worn and tattered backpack that lay over her shoulders. it didn't hold much, only the few books that managed to hold her attention for more than a couple minutes and a couple granola bars and water bottles she swiped from the kitchen, but she grabbed onto it as if it were a lifeline. a good thing to, as she soon found herself tripping over the shredded remains of shoes that covered her feet. being the youngest in the home always meant she got the worst, the hand-me-downs and the scraps from the older kids’ scuffles. but, she reminded herself, that was no more. now she could do what she wanted, travel where she wanted and buy what she wanted. once she had a job, of course. candela knew nobody would hire a twelve year old, but she hoped her frame, taller and broader than most others her age, would help her pass off as an older kid.

↳but for now, she was content simply finding a place to spend the night. it was still dark and she was still tired, and she assumed it would be better for her too start her journey rested and fully awake. with a yawn and a slight stretch of her arms, candela looked about, eyeing her surroundings. she didn't want to stay in an alleyway, she knew how unpleasant those tended to smell, and she guessed a kid sleeping out in the open would more than rouse some suspicious glances. her best bet would be the woods; secluded and dark, away from street lights but still full of fresh air. with a bounce in her step she picked up the pace, heading towards the thick vegetation. with a deep breath, candela took in her surroundings once she reached the tree line. a slight feeling of apprehension stopped her from plunging into the darkness, but she shook her head and put on a brave face. she was already so far, she wasn't going to turn back just because the dark scared her.

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[Boomer]

Alessa found a small cave as she wandered around the woods. She curled up in the cave, looking around before settling down. She kept her sketchbook by her while she held tightly onto Scarlett. The girl was scared that she'd be found out and that the doctors would keep their promise of sending her off to a lab to be tested on, or worse, have her killed. Alessa shook her head as she tried not to think about those thoughts. She stiffened up when she heard the sound of footsteps. A growl rumbled in her throat as she backed herself deeper into the cave, leaving the book behind as she clung to Scarlett for dear life. Alessa didn't want to be found.

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↳candela found herself humming under her breath slightly as she walked, nodding her head to the non-existent music that played in her mind. she really wasn't paying attention to where she was going, feeling more carefree and relaxed now that the worst was over. mindlessly, she stretched out a paw, beckoning small stones and twigs to here, playfully tossing them through the air. it felt good,using her power, no matter how mundane her actions were. the old home didn't let her, didn't want her to seem any stranger than she already was. they just wanted to get her out of there, whether that meant adopting her out or shipping her away to some boot camp. but that was all behind her. no longer would she feel the need to flinch whenever someone moved too quickly or spoke to loud; no longer would she need to hide in whatever nook and cranny she could find, hoping that cruel gaze would sweep over her and happen to forget whatever had made them so angry. for once, everything seemed to be going her way.

↳her dark gaze surveyed her surroundings once more, searching for a place where she could hide out. after all, that was the only reason she had ventured into this place. if not for a desperate need for a secluded and safe sleeping spot, she wouldn't have dared even step foot in the foreboding forest. it was inconvenient, too, that when she awoke it would become necessity to travel back into town, if only to find transportation. she would already be risking everything by heading back during daylight, but she hoped merely keeping her head down would keep her out of trouble. she didn't yet know what her next move was, but she assumed hopping onto a moving train wouldn't be too hard, right? with a sigh, candela shook her head, snapping out of her thoughts. she needed to focus on the matter at hand: finding shelter. she walked for what seemed like miles but was likely only a few meters, until she spotted a small cave. it might be a bit cramped, but it would provide substantial protection.

↳a growl made her freeze, the fur on her neck fluffing up in surprise and fear. a feeling of dread and regret shot through her, a panic that threatened to consume her. she mentally berated herself, how had she failed to think something might already be in here? she definitely wasn't in any state to fight; besides already being exhausted, she was just a kid. aside from a few spats that she usually lost, candela had no experience with fighting others. but she took a deep breathe and steeled herself, gritting her teeth in an effort to remain calm. she had to remember, she likely had the advantage here. she had ambushed them, albeit unwittingly, and she had her powers. sure, she hadn't used them in a while and she was a bit rusty, but she guessed that was more than whoever was in that cave had going for them. with a newfound determination, she planted her feet, narrowed her eyes, and let out a warning growl of her own.

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[Boomer]

Alessa's golden eyes shone in the darkness, as she was ready to use her power to protect herself. She stared at the figure, unable to make out exactly what it was. Alessa's night vision was poor and she was always on edge at night. Judging by the general size and shape of the creature, it appeared to be a child. Alessa slightly calmed down, but her eyes were still glowing. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice a little rough. Alessa wanted to sound as big and scary as possible; she didn't like to fight or even back talk to others. She was scared of being sent back to the hospital. Alessa watched Candela carefully, making sure the girl didn't try to grab for something to subdue her with.