The Newcomers || Forms and Discussion Thread

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Welcome to The Newcomers Forms and Discussion thread. Here, you post your forms and discuss the plot with other members of the rp! The link to the RP can be found here.

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Name ;; Femke (Pronounced Fem-ka)
Age ;; Femke is very nearly 3 years of age now.
Gender ;; Female
Rank ;; Alphess
Breed ;; She is a cross between a Dutch Shepard and a Dingo.
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Coat Color ;; Gold and black brindle
Eye Color ;; Golden Brown
Markings ;; Her tail, it seems, is mysteriously docked after about five inches of length.
Build ;; She inherited a muscular and lithe form from her father, although she proves to be significantly slighter in weight.
Voice ;; Femke speaks usually with a whimsical, although decisive tone, which retains both a soft and yet authoritative quality.
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Mother ;; Kiah (Deceased)
Father ;; Felle
Siblings ;; The Meddler
Offspring ;; None
Crush ;; Will be Bellamy
Mate ;; None
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Personality ;; Femke, to start out, is a mind which teems with creativity. However, logical problems are not the problems her creativity solves. Rather, she uses her creative abilities to solve "human" or "real" problems, so to speak. She proves to be exceedingly good council in times of great unrest or confusion, and she is just the compassionate and patient soul to be approachable enough to others who need it most. She is deeply passionate on topics that matter to her, and she has an eloquence in both tone and speech that lead her to be both powerfully persuasive and inspiring. Indeed, she is nearly capable of causing the dead to life in a newly found rigor. A large contributor to her success in winning the hearts of others is her starry eyed idealism, which she favors with warmth and pride. She can make the possible seem possible through words alone, and the hopes which she so strongly believes in are often easy for the hopeless to cling to. And, perhaps it would not be so easy for others to cling to if not for her stark determination. Femke does not give up on her ideals without a fiery, passionate fight. Perhaps the only thing capable of snuffing her own determination would be the greater determination of another. However, besides her own father, Femke's boundless determination seems unmatched. It is quite fortunate, then, that Femke is far too altruistic for her to use these traits for the wrong cause. However, Femke is not always the starry leader who surely descended from the most heartfelt fairy tale; Femke too has her shortcomings. To begin, Femke shows great signs of unusual sensitivity. It is easy to make her feel as though she is being attacked, and this both causes her to go ugly in defense of what she refuses to believe in any other way but her own. She is a perfectionist by nature, and if things do not go as she has idealized them, her natural defense is to either ignore or drop the topic altogether. She is a deeply private individual to a fault, and while in her leadership she may seem to be extroverted, if a dog truly tried to think deeply of her,t hey would realize that she never actually speaks a word of herself. She traps and bottles her every emotion inside, and this practice has the malevolent tendency to steadily eat away at her soul. Given her private nature, Femke struggles fiercely to make honest and true friends, as her heart is not want to trust readily.
History ;; Femke was born in the Southern Pack shortly after her father, Felle, proved his dominance on the island. Her mother, an exceptionally beautiful red dingo, bore only her and her sister, The Meddler. This displeased Felle greatly, and thus he killed Kiah swiftly. Nevertheless, Felle did take the time to scornfully name his two daughters. His eldest he named Femke, which translates bitterly into "little girl". However, as Femke grew up with her sister Dezire, she knew not her father's scorn, which had died early in her development. Felle had begun to see within her great qualities of leadership, and she was accepted into his heart before she could even realize that there was a chance that she would be shunned. Her sister was nearly shunned by her father in his singular interest in Femke, busying himself with only grooming her for greatness. However, as her father told her more and more of his greatness and his take over of the land, Femke's insightful mind began to see through his pride in his accomplishments and down to the evil of his heart. She attempted to change him to no avail, and, by the age of nearly two, she decided that she could no longer stand to live in a pack that had been spawned of evil. She ran away, but not before her infuriated father snapped at her with his jaws in an attempt to stop her. Whether he really intended upon biting her Femke does still not know, but he managed to clamp his jaws down so tightly on her tail that he tore several inches of it free of her. Nevertheless, she ran to a place where she knew her father could not roam. She wandered the strange desert territory for weeks, infection compromising the wound at the end of her torn tail. Eventually weakened by it and severe dehydration, she passed out. When she awoke, she was surrounded by a meager group of three who both nursed her back to health and revealed their identity to her. Seeing a true cause to fight for, Femke soon grew strong once more and became the alpha of what she claimed to be the rising Northern Pack. However, he young age and immature idealism did her and her new pack no good. After several failed attempts to take back the prime territory her new pack had once enjoyed, she has at last realized that the truth of the matter is that she needs many more members to back her before she dares risks the lives of her pack members again.

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Name ;; Roero
Age ;; Five Years
Gender ;; Male
Rank ;; The Northern Pack Spy
Breed ;; He's a heavy mix of many breeds, though it is known that he does have hound in his blood.
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Coat Color ;; Off-white and cream
Eye Color ;; Light golden brown
Markings ;; Small bald, black freckles on his snout and face, and a few noteworthy scars from Felle's defeat against the native pack
Build ;; His life in the desert has rendered him scrawny, although his bony frame reveals that his bones are sturdy enough to evidence that they have once supported a healthy, muscular and athletic dog. He stands around half a head taller than most native dogs.
Voice ;; Roero has a surprisingly smooth, elegant and baritone voice which carries a notable Italian accent. It does not betray his uneasy and cowardly nature easily.
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Mother ;; Unknown
Father ;; Unknown
Siblings ;; The Crazed Follower
Offspring ;; None
Crush ;; The Meddler
Mate ;; No one.
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Personality ;; Roero has not always been such a pulled, betraying character, but, as it turns out, Roero can only be his best when the situation is best. Once an energetic, witty, and charming delight, Roero's nature has gone sour. Being cast into the desert was the worst thing he could have imagined, and while he gritted through it as long as he could for his much beloved Echo, Roero is at last reaching his wit's end. He fears death now, immensely. He fears that the watering hole will dry up, that their meager supply of prey will vanish, that the heat will overtake him, or that, worst of all, Felle and his followers will at last come for them all with no forgiveness in their hearts. For all of his constant worries, he shows it plainly. His fears eat away at him more than his hunger, and thus he does not eat until often forced by Echo. Even then, however, his stomach, always churning in his fears, often forces him to expel his meals shortly afterwards. And, perhaps, he would not even be so worried, only if conflict did not plague him. Roero finds himself slowly slipping into a place where the boundaries of morality are at last being blurred by the constant lies his paranoia present to him in an attempt to get him grovelling back to Felle. It is not Femke or The Survivalist, however, that hold him back from listening to his own lies, however. It is, alas, only Echo who keeps him spiraling in wretched torment. He does not wish to abandon or betray her, because, while his loyalty lies thin, it holds greatly to a very select few. Of course, that presents another problem altogether. The Meddler. Whether he venture over the mountains to spy on the Southern pack or she come over to the Northern territory, he finds himself tortured by her with a painful frequency. Her antics are fear-striking and persuasive, and even if they were not, Roero finds her to be a very enticing character who holds his heart dangerously in her jaws. While generally self-seeking and driven to protect himself above all else, it is the two dogs which tear him at the seams which experience a very exclusive attentiveness from him. Indeed, while he spends the vast majority of his time as cold, distant, and disturbed character, he shows them both gentleness and honest concern. However, in the end, Roero himself is not even sure of what his fate will be, whether he will cave for a core desire to survive and for romance, or if he will prove to drive himself mad in pursuit of integrity, a trait which he admires most certainly. In the mean time, however, he must spend his time playing grueling games of wit against one of his greatest opponents, The Survivalist, a dog whom Roero struggles to keep criminalizing evidence from and whom Roero despises fiercely and yet somehow admires secretly.
History ;; Roero was born in a home that did not wish for their dog to have any puppies. However, Roero's first owners were not cruel. When he was six weeks old, he and his four siblings were all placed into a box, carried out to the streets of town, and they were placed on a busy corner. One of his owners stood by and made sure every one of them was taken. Roero, as it turned out, was taken by a humble man who made his living as a worker within a prominent grape vineyard within the Piedmont region of Italy. From puppy hood, Roero was taken daily to the vast acres of the vineyard, charming the other workers and making life fun. The elderly owner of the vineyard, who visited frequently to make sure his vineyard was being treated properly, enjoyed him too. However, his son, set to inherit the land and company, was particularly delighted by the duo. When the owner of the vineyard died, the son, who was not nearly as benign and well-meaning, had the simple desire to take Roero for his own, threatening to fire their owner if he did not give him up. Reluctantly, his owner complied and gave him up. Roero undoubtedly missed the kind and earnest presence of his previous owner, but was delighted to discover that, somehow, his new owner proved also to be the master of one of his long missed brothers, Yuri. Roero was less than a year old when he was reunited with his brother, and they got along well. At barely a year of age, the both of them were taken on a vacation to Australia with their master. However, the plane never made it. While neither Roero nor Yuri were brave enough to save their master, they swam ashore a nearby island with a group of other dogs who survived. As the old story goes, a native pack took them in, and Roero, particularly frightened by the situation, was taken under the wing of an older pack member named Echo. She became a mother and mentor to him, and, when his loyalty was put to test during the takeover, he followed her in favor of what, he has always believed, was survival.

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Name ;; Maroochy
Age ;; She is 3 years of age.
Gender ;; Female
Rank ;; Prisoner
Breed ;; Dingo
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Coat Color ;; Solid black, with some white
Eye Color ;; Black
Markings ;; She has a white patch on her chest and a small white spot on her chin.
Build ;; Her build is athletic and lithe, slender and extraordinarily flexible. She is a beautiful example of her breed's physique, and she carries herself with a proud grace when she can.
Voice ;; Maroochy speaks in low, sultry tones that are heavily accented with the original tribal accent of the land's original inhabitants.
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Mother ;; Alira (Deceased)
Father ;; Tidam (Deceased)
Siblings ;; All are deceased.
Offspring ;; None
Crush ;; Will be Ace
Mate ;; No one
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Personality ;; Maroochy is a soul who has never been nurtured or shown even an inkling of caring. All she knows is mistreatment and violence, and that fact shows up very quickly in the way she acts. She is cold and calculating, never seeming to have an emotion behind her stare. She always thinks with her head before her heart, making some question whether she really has one or not. A strategic genius, Maroochy plans for everything and is never surprised. Forever she seems to be wondering "How can I make this best for me?" While she may not consider individuals, Maroochy seems almost inexplicably dedicated to making sure that she optimizes the outlook for her captors as a whole, if, at least, it means it will better her own well-being. She is a very sharp and clever female who is both quick of mind and foot. She gives off an unmistakable air of authority perhaps even to those are of a higher authority than her. She sees little difference between her and Felle, except for the fact that he seems to be holding the upper hand on her. For this reason, she knows when to show him her begrudging respect. However, she also knows when she can get away without showing any respect. It is not unheard of that she blatantly defy the commands of her superiors. However, if she sees it unwise to be quite so defiant as she sometimes idealizes, she instead strongly suggests what she thinks is best. If her ideas or desires are refuted, she will either let it slide or, if she is too convinced that she is right, she may just find a way to take control of the situation herself. However, she has learned that, if she plays her cards carefully, she does have a great power of persuasion over Felle in his apparent desire for her. Of course, she also sees how quickly this can backfire, and Felle is not always the easiest dog to deceive. She is a highly suspicious female who trusts no one, which often causes her to be cynical and harsh. She is an intimidating character who can often have dogs backing down at just her soulless gaze, at least if they are unaware that she is a helpless prisoner of the Southern Pack. Being that she has been being trained to be a heartless fighter at Felle's command, those who catch her in a situation which favors a good outcome for her best back down. Despite her seemingly robotic and icy nature, Maroochy actually does have potential to be something more. It is simply that, whatever else Maroochy is, she has never even had the chance to discover it for herself, let alone reveal it.
History ;; Maroochy was born into a very odd, small and exclusive pack of dingoes that had resided on the island for generations. They were a pack full of dingoes with exceedingly long family lines of only pure white and albino dingoes, and they made this a large part o their very superstitious religion. Maroochy's mother, esteemed as the most beautiful and envied female of the pack, had cheated on her mate for a loner that her mate was not aware of, and, when she gave birth, Maroochy was her only pup which was born a color besides white. Forgetting of the beauty which she shared with her mother, the pack shunned her immediately, and her father killed himself in shame. Her mother, not wanting to be exiled, fearfully went along with the mistreatment Maroochy was given. She suffered there for the first three months of her life before the leader of the small pack, after the pack's land had suffered the last few months of unprecedented famine, decided that she was a curse and needed to be destroyed. The pack forced her into a raging river and attempted to drown her. During this ceremony, her small and isolated pack was surprised by an ambush by the pack which Felle had formed. Maroochy's pack was slaughtered with ease. She only survived because she was swept down the river, tracked by a young, strange looking pup at his alpha's command. He helped her out of the river before she drowned, seemingly conflicted when a section of his pack immediately converged upon her, ready to end her life brutally. To everyone's surprise, she attempted whole-heartedly to fight back and had nearly been swift enough to dash away with her life. However, out of nowhere, it seemed, Felle appeared and scooped her up by her scruff. Seeing promise to her antics, he promised her a life in his pack and took her. Maroochy was indifferent, if not suspicious of his promise. Now that she has aged, she regrets her decision not to attempt something stupid enough to convince Felle to kill her, because it was quickly discovered by her that she was not to be adopted into the pack. Rather, she became Felle's pet and experiment, taught brutally and tirelessly by himself and The Backstabber to fight and only to fight. All the while, Maroochy scorned the pup who had rescued her by betraying her to this terrible place. Nonetheless, she served her purpose, proving to have a great talent in battle. She, almost single-handedly, is responsible for the disappearance of every other native pack on the island, save for the Northern one, which, so far, she has not been sent to.

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Name ;; Ace
Age ;; Three Years
Gender ;; Male
Rank ;; Beta of the southern Pack
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Coat Color ;; Tan with black
Eye Color ;; Golden
Markings ;; Normal German Shepherd markings
Build ;; Strong and Tall
Voice ;; Edgy and husky
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Mother ;; Unknown
Father ;; Unknown
Siblings ;; None
Offspring ;; None
Crush ;; The Alpha's Pet
Mate ;; None
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Personality ;; Ace is an extremely loyal companion, he is quite protective on the ones he loves and will go to any length to protect them. He is in the southern pack, his job is to keep the alpha's pet locked away, although as the brute has gotten to know her and the northern pack he might just be realizing that he was on the wrong path all along. He is mostly, when around his pack mates, a cold stone just like his alpha. He saw him mostly as a father figure wanting to be like him in every way possible. Now though the brute is contemplating about everything he knew..
History ;; Ace was born into the southern pack, he never knew his mother or father but looked up to his alpha as a father. He trained in the pack for his young life as a pup attempting to know everything and anything, although when he was very little maybe about five months old he witnessed the kidnapping of a young female pup. He wanted to help but alpha forced him to stay back saying if he helped one of them we become one of them, we become weak. His words rang trough the pups head. So ace just forgot about it, that was until he became beta of the pack when he was two and a half as his alpha forced him to guard his new "Pet".. The brute soon realized that she was the pup that was taken from what he realized was the Northern Pack. He soon fell in love with her now learning everything he can about his pack due to position of being the beta. He hopes one day to help her escape back to the northern Pack.

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Name ;; Xena
Age ;; Four Years
Gender ;; Female
Rank ;; Northern Follower
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Coat Color ;; Grey and white
Eye Color ;; Silver
Markings ;; Husky type markings
Build ;; Lean and Tall
Voice ;; Soft yet loud
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Mother ;; Keria
Father ;; Zara
Siblings ;; None
Offspring ;; None
Crush ;; The Crazed Follower
Mate ;; None
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Personality ;; Xena is quite a fair female, although she can be quick to judge most of the time, judging by a open book. She can be rude to another animals who fire back at her. Although her fair attitude she will never be mad at others for long, unless you do something really bad to the female. She is loyal and mainly very friendly and out going with most of her personality. Although she can be as you know rude and unruly leading most to dislike her. She enjoys being around other dogs and loves to be friendly with even the southern pack, if they would let her. Although she does not like ones who are unkind to ones who have not done anything. She happily followers the Alphaess in her ways believing she above all is the one the female takes kindly to.
History ;; Xena just like the other newcomers was in the plain crash, her mother was also with her including her owner by the name of Jane. Her mother was sick and forced to come onto the plain to get treatment from a expensive vet. Although when the plain crash happened Jane was killed and her mother Keria she never found again, the female bound together with the other dogs that where on the plane as they became a small pack sorta. She took kindly to the northern pack once they meet the alphaess and The tyrant. She fondly liked being around the Alphaess, although she fell in love with the forest the female still holds the hope of her family returning coming to gather her up, she also hopes her mother is still out there but fears the worst..

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Name ;; <Kasey>
Age ;; <two and a half>
Gender ;; <fae>
Rank ;; <Northern Follower>
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Coat Color ;; <short haired and sleeked>
Eye Color ;; <very dark brown>
Markings ;; <Black Lab markings>
Build ;; <Medium, yet fragile bones>
Voice ;; <soft, quiet, gentle, and very sweet>
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Mother ;; <Nona, deceased>
Father ;; <Crash, deceased>
Siblings ;; <Dexter >
Offspring ;; <N/A>
Crush ;; <The Destine>
Mate ;; <N/A>
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Personality ;; <Kasey is a very loving and caring fae, though most of the time she is thought of as easily pushed around by others and tricked too. She has had a broken heart many times, from not a dog in itself, but 'so-called' past owners. Kasey is known to be very fragile due to that, and has trouble fighting others. She enjoys being protected by the Survivalist, and thinks of him as her older brother, Dexter. Her eyes continuously go towards the Destine, being that he is a joyful sight. >
History ;; <Kasey was only a young pup when her owners tossed her and her brother, Dexter, in a trash can. Leaving them right in the beginning. After that moment, she and her brother let out huge cries for help, but their parents hadn't seem to come. The scent of blood pulsing the air. A lady had found her, wanting to create her into a top show dog, but only for money purposes. She took care of her until she was two. Then she began to stop feeding her and kept her locked into a cage all day.They went onto a plane, Kasey was going to her second show. That was, until the plane had crashed, her owner cradling her cage. Kasey was safe and barely touched by the hard crash, but her owner was in an other world. She soon found the Northern pack, met quite a lot of friends, but tries not to remember the scent of blood nor her parents and brother.>

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Name ;; <Cobi>
Age ;; <seven months>
Gender ;; <male>
Rank ;; <Southern Follower>
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Coat Color ;; <light, cream undercoat with a dark brown top coat>
Eye Color ;; <dark brown>
Markings ;; <Saluki, around his muzzle and ears>
Build ;; <small, slender, skinny legged>
Voice ;; <squeaky, high-pitched, a bit shy, pup-like{lol}>
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Mother ;; <Yasmina>
Father ;; <Ivan>
Siblings ;; <six but they have gone to different humans>
Offspring ;; <too young>
Crush ;; <too young>
Mate ;; <too young>
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Personality ;; <Cobi has the disposition of a joyful, perky pup who usually keeps his head held high in a snobbish fashion, that is until he gets into trouble or runs right into his leader. Then of course, he is his mother's little 'angel'. He always listens to her and does exactly what she says, no ifs ands or buts. Cobi doesn't want to lose his mother, so he always seems to stay beside her side, or in between her legs for that matter. He isn't to big on wanting to grow up, so he tries to make his pup years last. >
History ;; <Cobi was born to Jasmina and Ivan, though never quite met his father. He had six little siblings that grew along with him quickly. Before Cobi knew it, humans were taking his siblings away, one by one. Cobi let out a sharp cry, watching nervously as if he were next. The small male was the last one, and a human was eyeing him curiously, but his owners had picked him up and put him in the cage with his mother. Cobi dug his little face into her cream colored fur, sadness in his eyes. Later on Cobi and his mother were on their way to be seen at a dog show, that was until the crash of their plane, leaving Cobi severely injured. >

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Name ;; <Dezire>
Age ;; <about three>
Gender ;; <fae>
Rank ;; <Hunter>
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Coat Color ;; <Dark and light brindle>
Eye Color ;; <dark brown>
Markings ;; <Dutch Shepherd>
Build ;; <muscular after her father, yet a bit thin legged>
Voice ;; <flirtatious, sly and sharp, hypnotizing>
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Mother ;; <Kiah {deceased}>
Father ;; <Felle>
Siblings ;; <Femke>
Offspring ;; <n/s>
Crush ;; <Roero>
Mate ;; <n/a>
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Personality ;; <Dezire is very malevolent and mischievous, much like her father. She has a certain way of creating chaos and dramatic problems within the packs, something she specializes in well. Since she is so devious, Dezire can play on others minds and easily pull them in to tricks, traps, or confuse their emotions to make them feel guilty or worse. Jealousy. The same feeling she has for her sister, after all, her father made her remember how much Femke was loved, unlike herself.>
History ;; <Dezire and her sister were born into the paws of a ruthless leader, Felle. The brute felt disappointment for having two faes with his mate and ruthlessly killed her in front of the young pups little faces. Then Felle had to name the two young pups, hatefully giving Dezire her name, meaning Desire to kill or harm. She was never the favorite of the two pups and for some reason wasn't treated the way Femke. Dezire became cruel in every moment, jealousy of her sister seeping into her paws. Dezire was practically shunned by her father, until the day that Femke had ran away. Dezire was standing by her father's side, eyes flaring up with eagerness, as she watched her sister run away. Felle seemed to realize at that moment, something special in his daughter, Dezire, and turned her into his only favorite. Pride now showing in Dezire. Lately, with the promise to stay in the pack, Dezire has wandered into the northern pack's territory, noticing one struggling dog, and perhaps a new friend.>

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Name ;; Yasmina
Age ;; 5 Years
Gender ;; Female
Rank ;; Southern Follower

Mother ;; Layla
Father ;; Velimir
Siblings ;; N/A
Offspring ;; Cobi, 6 Others.
Crush ;; To be Felle
Mate ;; Previously Ivan; Currently None

Coat Color ;; Cream and white.
Eye Color ;; Black.
Markings ;; Light cream gradient on head
and back. Her coat is feathered and soft.
Build ;; Tall, slender, with extremely long
legs. Yasmina looks more like a waif-ish unicorn than a
dog. Everything about her is graceful and willowy, it usually
comes as a surprise to most that she is far sturdier than she
looks. She has remarkable stamina when running, and
she goes fast.
Voice ;; Light, silvery, bordering shrill for
some. Very clear and intelligent, but decisive. She speaks
in a softer, affectionate tone to her son. She has a light
Eastern European accent.

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❛The more people you love, the weaker you are. You'll
do things for them that you know you shouldn't do. You'll
act the fool to make them happy, to keep them safe.
Love no one but your children. One that front, a mother
has no choice.❜
Cersei Lannister
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Personality ;; Aloof and refined, Yasmina is not a dog that has had much competition in the past, nor socializing. She is extremely intelligent, decisive, and uncaring of the opinions of others. If she wants something done, it will be done, and despite her pride and vanity, she is willing to get dirty to make things happen. Unless you are a pup, she rarely minces words, she will tell you how she sees it, and it takes a large amount of convincing to prove her otherwise. Her moral code is warped to prioritize herself and her son first, always, treating the needs of others secondary. She has learned to trust almost no one but herself, and while she is keen to hold herself above the rest, she is bitter over what she views as other's unsympathetic nature. While she comes off rather cold and rude to others, she isn't the complete block of ice she presents herself as. She does not actively condone violence or other moral wrong-doings, and will usually only do such things if she feels there is no other options, and regrets what she has done. Despite her fierce, if defensive, nature, she can be comforting when the time calls, and while wary, she is willing to help those who have been patient and kind to her. She absolutely loves and adores her son with all her heart, and he might be one of the few that can bring out the best in her. It has been proven the happier and safer he is, the much more tolerable and kind Yasmina becomes. For all of her sharp words and glares, she is a desperate, frightened mother, and she will do anything to protect the one she loves.

History ;; Born from a long line of pure bred Saluki, Yasmina began her life treated as royalty. The only girl from her litter, she was the apple of her mother's eye, her little princess. She had a happy childhood, and while not close with her father, he was always gentle with his many children. The first disturbance in her life came the day she was sent away with her new owners, only 5 months old at the time. She whined and moped for days, until she came to slowly trust her new human caretaker. They treated her gently and with patience, and in return Yasmina allowed herself to be primped and propped for what she can to know as 'dog shows'. The more medals she brought home, the more luxuries she gained, giving her a harsh competitive streak. The sudden introduction of another dog into the house, a male, made her suspicious and aggressive, however the older dog seemed more amused by her than threatened. After a few weeks, Yasmina grew closer to the male named Ivan, as her owners had hoped. After months of spending time together, they became mates. For the first time in her life, Yasmina felt an affection for something other than things, than herself. Only for it to be stripped away, with Ivan's sudden disappearance days before their first litter was due. At first, she was frantic, searching everywhere she had access for her mate, before slowly becoming more resentful and bitter, fearing the worst. She never did see him again, but she did have a littler of seven to remember him by. Looking at her babies, suddenly her worries seemed to melt away, only for them to resurface as the curious bunch got older. Everything was going well for a few months until, over the course of three days, the puppies were picked up. She tried hiding them, she even attempted to snap at the humans that kept her, only to be locked away until she was left with only one. Originally going to be sold as well, her humans had a change of heart, allowing her to keep her last son due to her recent desperate behavior. Yasmina's disposition instantly changed back to the calm, regal dog she was before, if much more wary and guarded, keeping her Cobi close. She was to be seen in a show in Australia when the disaster struck, leaving her and her pup wounded and stranded in this harsh new land.

Name ;; Bellamy
Age ;; 4 Years
Gender ;; Male
Rank ;; Northern Follower

Mother ;; Etta
Father ;; Dixon
Siblings ;; N/A
Offspring ;; None
Crush ;; To be Femke
Mate ;; N/A

Coat Color ;; Dark blue/black
merle, with sand and white markings.
Eye Color ;; Ice blue.
Markings ;; He has a few scattered
scars around his legs. His fur is thick and short.
Build ;; Balanced, sporty, somewhat
on the compact side. He's a mix of cattle dog and
a husky, and while his face gives a distinct wolfish
vibe, he has the quick, toned body of a working
dog. He inherited his height from his husky blood,
however, giving him a small boost from an
average size.
Voice ;; Gruff and gravelly, through
and through. He always sounds slightly annoyed,
or aggressive, even when calm. You can tell
when he puts effort in to sound kinder. He has a
semi-thick southern twang, originating from
Louisiana.

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Personality ;; Ever since he was young, he's been known to his peers as brave, loyal, and almost noble in appearance and nature. However, if you were to call him any of the above, he'd probably just look at you in confusion and huff. He's very much a no-nonsense sort, and tends to talk rather bluntly. Between his accent and aggressive tone, 9 times out of 10 it will sound like a threat. He is gruff and curt while speaking, and can become easily irritated by pointless chatter. Bellamy has a bit of a temper, but when he snaps he is quick to excuse himself before any damage can be done. He cannot stand lying, almost to a ridiculous extent, and picks up on things with trained precision. He's a natural problem solver, just give him the facts and he will detective his way to an answer, one way or another. To find the truth is his way, and to protect is his unspoken duty to those around him. He is a fierce fighter, and holds himself well, intimidating most with his icy stare. He is quick to jump to aid, and will do what he can to keep those weaker than him safe. It rarely crops up, but he does have a slight arrogant streak, if only because he's used to being right. However, if you manage to prove him wrong, you will almost definitely earn his respect, no matter how grudgingly it may come. Bellamy is a bit pragmatic, and tends to take everything good with a grain of salt, leaving him surprisingly high-strung and easily concerned. He's always alert, and usually works alone, for as fearless as he may be, he is quite unsure how to handle the idea of companionship. His brutal honesty hasn't done him much good in the friend department, and he isn't the best at comforting or assuring. Instead, he keeps his distance, enough to keep those worthy of his care safe, from danger and himself. He's a bit rough around the edges, but deep down has a big heart, which might just lead to his downfall.

History ;; Bellamy's father was a feisty cattle dog, who just happened to have a thing for the lovely husky a few doors down. Said husky surprised her owners with a litter of mixed puppies, the eldest being Bellamy himself. He had a rather wild childhood, running free with his brothers and sisters through the forest and marsh around their Louisiana home. Eventually he was picked up by some relatives of Etta's humans, and taken even further down south to his new home. He got along with the young couple well, as they were always the outdoorsy type, and for the most part he lived freely on their large property. He guarded their land well, chasing out curious teens and keeping any other unwanted critters out. Quite a few times he was dragged to the vet due to injuries sustained trying to fight off a variety of wildlife. While he was rarely actively aggressive with others, his dominant stance and rough voice seemed to make other dogs uneasy, and he was rarely able to communicate with others outside his family. Life was good though, peaceful, simple, just how he liked it. He didn't mind the solitude much, and enjoyed exploring on his own. He had made the trip to Australia with his owners twice before, as the female of the pair seemed to have came from the massive island. This is his first time meeting the native canines, however...

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Description: Echo is about two feet tall at the shoulder, and weighs around 25 pounds. She is mostly heigh in legs, with a small chest and torso. Her back is arched and slopes down to large hind legs, though she lacks muscle due to a bad diet. Her chest is short in height but wide. Her face is round with large ears and a short but large snout with powerful jaws. Back in her prime time, she was very athletic. Currently, her hip bones are jetting out and you can count her ribs. She is very lean, instead of muscular and stocky like she was before. Echo's color is an orangish-brown, with creme colored fur on her stomach, face and paws. Her eyes are a soft brown, though they appear to have a reddish tint with golden specks in the sun.

Relationships: She doesn't remember much about her parents, except for the fact that they were highly respected when everything was good and their was no souther/northern packs. All her siblings were killed in the separation of packs. Life was always too busy for love; not that she welcomed it anyway.

Personality: Life has made Echo one of the toughest females you will every know. She knows how to survive, and has seen and experienced things others couldn't imagine. Her sharp tongue keeps others in their places, and she is quick to remind others of her age. Echo, though she can't do much now, has an adventurous and rebellious mind. However, she is still always cranky and grumpy. Anxiety, frustration and anger are always eating away at her patience. Life has almost destroyed all fun out of her, as she is very blunt about the truth. What she knows is not just given away. You have to earn it. Everything is about respect to her, and loyalty. She is very wary of many, as she has trust issues after the separation. Preferring to be alone most of the time, she is still somewhat stuck in the past which keeps her anger alive. It seems that that is what is fueling her on. Despite how mean she can be,she is motherly to the young ones and tries to care for those who need the help.

History: Echo lived a normal life, growing up in the pack happily. That was until the group of terrifying dogs came along from the sky. She lived to see the separation of the pack and the terrible things done. Her siblings were all killed, and she was lucky enough to survive in the desert while searching for the others after the banishment. Now she has grown old, still filled with the same hatred for The Tyrant.

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@Pawow
Yes. It is, i do not have the power to change the Character page but i will inform O.C About it. c:

@wildling-witch
They will be accepted once finished. :3

@spotthecow
Will also be accepted once finished.

[~Erratic~]

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I go by Fᴇʟʟᴇ ("The Fierce")
Gender: Male
Age: 6 Years
Breed: Dutch Shepherd
Parents: Hennie X Carolien
Offspring: The Meddler/The Rebel Princess
Role: Southern Pack Leader
Crush: The Alpha's Pet

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Simple on the Outside; But Complex within.
Coat Color: Brindle
Marking(s): White back left paw
Build: Strong & Lithe, holds self proudly
Eye Color: Honey
Voice: Dark & Strong, a hint of Dutch Accent
Scars: Missing line of fur on haunches & various
Injuries: Kept Private/may be revealed

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All I'm trying to do is survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty, unbelievable lifestyle that they gave me."
-Tupac Shapur

Hunger. Darkness. Cruelty. Greed. Felle's life began less than perfect. The product of well-groomed, purebred show dogs found himself in the harshest of conditions when he first opened his eyes. A puppy mill. How he got there, Felle would never know. What he did know was the worst parts of life, and the young male learned how to combat against the worst evils that could be brought upon a pup. He fought others for food, and killed if he had to. At the age of one year, he'd earned his name: "the Fierce one", or Felle. The strong yearling had turned many heads in the black market and canine trade, almost earning a spot in the dog fighting rink because of his temper. The eye that he did catch one fateful day was that of an undercover police officer, one who would save Felle and countless other pups from the mill.

That officer took Felle in, believing that if molded right, the male's brutal temper and energetic nature could be put to good use and even make difference in the world. So, at a little over a year Felle made his debut as a police dog in training. He prospered under a firm handler, and the teen learned that the world wasn't always kill or be killed. At the age of almost three, he was an accomplished canine, helping solve many police cases in Europe. Felle had changed for the better -he was a new dog...

Then, he was sent to Australia to further his training and to help new human handlers witness his skill. Felle was so proud! He'd risen to the top, all the way from the lowest a dog could go. Then, disaster struck. The airline carrying him to an even more successful life sent him literally spiraling down. Old instincts arose upon meeting new dogs, the natives of the island. Hunger awoke the slumbering beast inside -the beast that he had worked so hard to smother. Enough became never enough. He only saw the others as enemies: lucky that they had so much and he so little. Something in Felle snapped, and the once-trained gentleman slaughtered those who took him in. He would own this island and all who inhabited it. Felle was born the lowest, and by the end of it, he would be sure to die the highest.

Basic Personality Traits: Selfish, crude, greedy, ruthless, brash, envious, insecure, brave, leader, persistent
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@Pawow
Yes. It is, i do not have the power to change the Character page but i will inform O.C About it. c:

@wildling-witch
They will be accepted once finished. :3

@spotthecow
Will also be accepted once finished.

I won't be able to get the Destine up, and I don't want to keep it for too long. So I'll just keep the character I just signed up. (The Wise)

[O.G.]

Wow! I am both surprised and excited to see so many joining! Welcome all! I will add everyone's character whose form is finished to the front page. As for all of the wip's, I will wait to add them until those forms are finished.
Anyway, thanks a lot you guys! I look forward to role playing with all of you!
@pawow: Well, if you ever do have to time to make a character for The Destine and we still don't have a dog to fill that roll, feel free to do so. I would be very excited to see how you would make him.