|It's a Dog Eat Dog World Out Here|Semi-Lit+ Stray RP|Open|

[~Wolf Chick~]

[Awesome both accepted. I can see Stray and Emillio getting in to a few scrapes. Okay just one more member and we can start ^^]

[Synni]

(Cool lol Sounds pretty awesome, can't wait to start up.)

[~SuperGirl]

Name:Levi
Nickname:Please just call me Levi
Age: 1 year old in Human Years
Gender: Male
Breed:Golden Retriever
History[100 words+]: Levi was born on a farm in Scotland but as most curious pups would do Levi explored to far onto a boat traveling to America. Levi was then adopted in by a considerate woman who also was left homeless. The woman raised Levi and fed him when she could but a few weeks after Levi turned one the woman had a massive heart attack and was not able to be revived. Levi was then left to fend for himself as a stray. He was then living alone on the streets in New York city and had joined some packs but nothing was ever enough for him. The dogs were too mangy and rude and food was scarce and the water was polluted from the sewers. Levi ventured far enough to the point where he was able to find some food and water to keep him going for a while but now that Levi is older and growing rapidly he needs more skills to survive which he doesn't have and he can no longer fend for himself. Levi eventually finds a pack and that is where he is living today. Hopefully nothing will change for Levi because he does not do well with change.
Personality[100+]: Levi is a real playful Golden. He is content with almost everything he is given even in cases where everything may seem to be going wrong. He is not afraid to stick up for himself or have a little fun when he wants but when it's time to work he is always ready. He is adventurous and brave. He is gentle with all dogs. He is protective, and helpful. He cares for the weaker dogs first and then sets himself out to help the others. He is never late when it comes to defending the pack but there is times where Levi needs to regenerate himself and have time to himself. He is more of a loner than a social guy but if he finds time he will always be open to spending it with friends.
Strengths: He is good at swimming, being friendly, working hard, helping out, and just being himself.
Weaknesses: Hunting for food, and calming down.
Likes: Other dogs, and humans. His favorite food is corn dogs and pizza.
Dislikes: Cats and birds, and sleeping in the rain.
Fears:Thunderstorms, cars, and losing friends.
Crush:Not yet
Mate:Not yet
Pups:Not yet
Other:Nope

[LoneWolf-Gage]

==I can see that too. But That's been his history since I created him several years ago. It will be interesting though.==

[~Wolf Chick~]

[Sorry klmls but not accepted. You form isn't literate enough. It clearly says atleast one hundred words for the history and the personality and you haven't reached that. Maybe if you edit I would reconsider but for now, not accepted.

Everyone else, I'm going to post my roleplay posts soon, I can't wait any longer. ^^]

[iShame]

Name: "Randevou the Day."
Nickname: "I'm not extrmely picky, but I prefere Rande."
Age: "Four Years.."
Gender: "Female."
Breed: "Full blood Great Dane."
History[100 words+]: My life started out as a Stray. No, i didn't grow up with a loving or supportive family. No, i wasn't Beaten by my family. I had no family. I was born, my mother died three weeks after we were born, and my father was taken by the Gray Ghost Van, They came back shortly for my Siblings and I. We were given a sergeant mother inside the shelter; Two of my siblings died that first night from a virus they had gotten while, as the humans say, 'On the street'. There were three of us left. Our sergeant mother, Dono, a young, yet not experienced with pups at all, favored my bother, and two other sisters, leaving me in the shadows. I made little effort into doing anything. While my siblings grew big and strong in the care of Dono, i was taken out frequently and given what humans called, 'Medicaion'. I called it bad liquid. It tasted horrible as they forced it down. They said, though the murmors of darkness that swpet over me one night, I might not make it. By their astonishment, by seven weeks of age, and the countless different types of Bad Liquid they had forced down my throat, i was up and about more than usual. They said, so long as nothing went wrong, i would be adopted in a week or so. I was adopted, only a week later after my uprise in health. I blamed it on Dono, for making me shadow my siblings good health. I was taken to a country place, full of other animals called Sheep, Cows, Horses. We had next door neighbors; and i became great friends with a Lab named Chist. He was a Very small dog. A Long Haired Chihuahua, with a small tad of Toy Poodle. He was fun to chase around he yard; without hurting of course. Chist seemed to be a bit of a Gosspier, and knew of my siblings. At around a Year an a half; i was informed of their deaths, finding this out, i contemplated going to see if it was true, or simply a rumor desighned to hurt me. From their i went off, finding out that they were dead, and meetingstrange animals along the way. I waas led into several traps, only managing to escape with my life each time. I never found my way home again. Making me on my own once again.
Personality[100+]: Rande has a sort of split personality. Her more Kinder side keeps her trusting other's, and likes to have fun. She is a humorous dog when in certain states, though is not easily angered. She's frisky, though not very cautious. She tends to think out her actions deeply, always trying to guess what her opponent would do. Though, she tends not to think out her words before speaking them, giving her trouble often. She's lighthearted at times, having a small soft spot for innocent dog's, and isn't one to let an innocent dog get hurt. She's stops it at any cost. Though, while her kind side is often more prominent, she has her meaner side. Keping secluded into the shadow's, so no trouble would come. Making snide comment's as one turns their back is another small pleasure of Rande's. She's ruthless at points. Not leaving untill she gains what she wanted. Submission, and respect, are not things of Rande to honor. While an older dog deserves better; she is usually not the one to give it. She see's no one as 'better' than others, and treats each dog she meets as equals. She is not one to anger. Though; she is not quick to anger, often keeping calm as best as possible, and letting the other become angry far before herself.
Strengths:
- Stamina
- Small and Agile
- Not easily Angered
Weaknesses:
- Smart Males
- Can't Control Anger once provoked
- Her Seemingly large Ego
- Large body
Likes:
- Rain
- Puddles
- Silence
- Small Pain
- Thunderstorms
Dislikes:
- Ill-tempered Dogs and Mutts
- Cats
- Being Distrubed, or loseing train of thought
- Loudness in general
Fears:
- Ghost Gray Van
- Death
Crush: " No one."
Mate: "No one."
Pups: "None."
Other: "Nothing."

((If at one point you need me to make a Male, i can.))
(I have to switch to my iphone, since my friend is taking the computer. I'll try to make sure that my post's are at the limit. I apologise in advance if they aren't.)

[~Wolf Chick~]

[Accepted and that's fine don't worry about it. Actually I have to go now so we can start tomorrow.]

[iShame]

((Thanks And okay))

[~SuperGirl]

I edited

[bearcups]

Name:
Annie.
Nickname:
Ann, kid.
Age:
1 year and a half.
Gender:
Female.
Breed:
Anatolian Shepherd Dog.
History[100 words+]:

Annie was bred by a man that had two Anatolian shepherds. She was taken good care of and raised in that home until she was atleast 2 months old, learning the norms and values of being a dog. She was also taught how to sit, down, shake, give her paw and beg ( all of these come in handy when begging for food! ) and how to protect livestock. It was on the day of lambing that Annie went missing. She was 3 months old when she was mistaken for fuzzy lamb and thrown into a sack, when the sack opened at the slaughter house Annie burst out and ran for her short life! She escaped the hands of the bewildered men, though not many tried to catch her. Off she ran into the wilderness, using her tricks to beg for food.

Personality[100+]:

Annie is still young, and therefore has a semi-childish perspective on life. A possible trap to the Ghost Grey Van would really mean, to her, a fun game. She see's things her way and often gets into trouble with other dogs about it. Even so, Annie knows when to back off and leave another canine alone so as not to be harmed. She loves to run, jump, play and chase, but her favourite thing to do of all time is to bark. She's the type of dog that would run to greet you every day, run the same track and chase the same old ball but never get bored. She's happy-go-lucky, but can be quiet and give emotional gratification when its needed.

Strengths:

- can easily escape humans.
- can get food in large quantities.
- is loved by the village kids, making her a food-favourite.
- knows when to shut up and lay down.

Weaknesses:

- she's fearful of large male dogs.
- she's also fearful of horses.
- she gets into trouble without meaning to.
- she can, and has been known to, misread a dogs body language.

Likes:

- chasing cars.
- chasing carts.
- chasing things in general.
- barking.
- yiiping. [ its a strange, high pitched noise. ]
- playing with the kids.

Dislikes:

- adult humans.
- horses.
- some male dogs.
- The Ghost Grey Van.

Fears:

- She's fearful of large, dominating male dogs.
- She's fearful of fighting dogs, despite the fact that her breed has been known to grow very large and fight well in the ring.
- She fears, most of all, being alone.

Crush: none.
Mate: none.
Pups: none.
Other: nothing to add~