( ❛ ──「 the empty city 」─ ❈ ─「 discussion & forms 」

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ah, i see you have made it to the discussi
on thread for the empty city! welcome. th
is rp is somewhat based off of the popula
r book series, survivors, by the erin hunte
rs, but it isn't required to have read the b
ooks before joining! already, we have qui
te the turnout in roleplayers, and hopeful
ly you all will enjoy the community we wil
l all form as we roleplay! i am looking for
ward to getting to know all of you better
, as well as your wonderful characters. i'
m excited to see ya'll's writing and codin
g grow to be more detailed and beautifu
l! on a final note, make sure you have re
ad all the rules that are located on the m
ain thread before posting. and please, pl
ease keep your dogs suited to their rank
s. there should be no such thing as a sm
all dog being a patrol dog rather than be
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right now it is the end of august. th
e temperature i still hot, but since t
he storm hit, it has been muggy an
d humid. there is water everywhere
, which is a good and bad thing. th
ough there's more to drink, the fre
sh scent of water also covers up th
e aromas of poison. the river is fill
ed to its banks, threatening to swe
ep away any dog that comes too cl
ose. on the other hand, prey has b
ecome a lot more abundant. the fo
rmer leashed dogs are finding it m
uch easier to live without their lon
gpaws, while the strays canines ar
e also finding it easier to survive a
fter the big growl destroyed the ci
ty. the small pack known as the ki
llers have been showing more acti
vity, and this has the pack dogs o
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here are a some role
play reminders beca
use i have nothing el
se to put here lmao!

• be active.
  
• include others.
• pm reserves.
• hetero canines.
• high literacy.
• talk is related.
• 3 dogs max.
• even genders.
• put in effort.
• be realistic.
• don't fight.
main thread is loca
ted here, guys. enj
oy the empty city,
everyone! <3
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basics ── gunther, gun ; cismale ; five years old, graying a bit prematurely ; heterosexual ; kind of has a thing for lexie ( he admires her spirit, strength, and likes her sharp attitude ) but he tries to shove how he feels aside . . a bit unsuccessfully ; since the big growl, he has become a stray and has discovered that he wants to stay one. but he was a former leashed dog / prized hunting dog ; smells of sweat, acorns, and rabbit ; though stoic, gunther isn't very good at hiding his feeling when he's nervous. his usual anxious tells are licking his lips excessively and not making eye contact . . and his stub of a tail may also wag nervously, too ; a brief physical description would be: a lean, hard-muscled german shorthaired pointer with a brown coat speckled in white. he has gigantic, floppy ears, amber eyes, and big paws that make him a fast runner and a good finisher of hunts.

love, likes, dislikes, fears ── he has a crush on lexie - well, more of an attraction - and though mateship has never really crossed his mind, let alone pups, he secretly does want a family ; gunther likes hunting, running, the great outdoors, and exploration. he likes to travel and see the sights, and loves being in open space, as that is where he did the majority of his bird and rabbit hunting as a pup ; he dislikes being in forests or enclosed spaces, because he feels trapped. where will he run if he is attacked? how can he navigate? forests are just a no. he also dislikes it when dogs mock him, snap at him, or are disrespectful. he goes angry dad on dogs real quick ; he fears the return of the longpaws, and how they'll react if / when they find him. he is secretly terrified of making the decision to either stay a stray, or return home to the people that betrayed him. in all honesty, he's fearful of everything new right now, anything unpredictable. so i guess you could throw lexie in this category, too: he likes her, and is fretful that he'll mess something up.

personality, skills ──
- stoic, intense, and dignified are things one notes upon meeting him.
- probably one of the most loyal dogs on the face of the earth, but he has some trust issues since his owners abandonment of him.
- gun is hardworking, and never gives up or loses sight of his goals. when he gets fixated on something, he doesn't let it out of his mind for a second, and chases it with determination and ambition.
- is wildly intelligent and strong-willed.
- on the downside, he is a tad bit dogmatic and controlling, and lashes out when he doesn't get his way.
- he is blunt, relatively emotionless, a bit of a party-pooper, and too forward and smart for his own good.
- skills include making quick turns in hunts, flawless execution when killing, tracking, and walking silently. he also is fantastic in fights, because his sharp wit and lightness on his feet help him to whirl around and confuse opponents. he's basically an expert on surviving.

full physical description, brief history ── gunther is a purebred german shorthaired pointer, bred and built to run and be a hunting dog. he is very lean and packs a lot more muscle than you would think in his long, somewhat gangly legs and narrow chest. his coat is a dark chocolate brown, and it is absolutely covered in fine white sprinkles; they chart courses all along his back and legs and chest, but when they reach his head, the white flecks disappear. instead, they manifest themselves as highlights of age: in lesions along his chin and muzzle and near his eyes. his fur is incredibly short and coarse, and clings well to his muscular frame, allowing one to take in his full beauty - especially when he's running. gun's eyes are a vibrant shade of amber, and he sports a faded, ragged black collar. he's tried countless times to get rid of the item, but his efforts to slip it / gnaw it off are always in vain.

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he lived a rigorous, routine life the moment he came to live with his owners. he was groomed to perfection from the second he was brought home; they wanted him to become an incredible hunting machine. and through endless training and obedience schools, he achieved their goals, which had quickly become his. gunther won many awards, was showered in love. he thought he had a strong bond with his people, but when the big growl came and they left him behind - treating him no better than all the strays he had inwardly mocked for most of his life - he grew bitter towards longpaws in general. now, he just downright despises them and their tricks. deep down he's hurt, but he refuses to admit it to himself. always independent, he has has no trouble living on his own, and has scraped out a decent living in a hidden, secret hollow in the meadows.

current relations and / or relations that will be gained throughout the roleplay ──
- he has no current ones, coming into the roleplay. just a closed off jerk to everyone.
- lexie: before the storm, he ran into her when he is caught stealing rabbit from the pack. they started off on the wrong foot with her chasing him off and wounding his shoulder, but when he comes to look for food after the storm has passed ( i will start off with him scouring the pack's territory ) they engage in a bit of a heated discussion. at the same time, he feels himself begin to slip down a slippery slope. he doesn't dare allow himself to admit it, but he's got the smallest of stirrings of feelings for her. he really enjoys how she keeps pushing back against him, always surprising him; she's probably the only dog ever that has been able to chew him out or snap at him that still has her / his ears.
- axiel: he'll meet this peculiar husky eventually. they'll have a bit of a love-hate relationship, and though they will but heads at first, eventually forge a strong bond.
- open for more.

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form quote: "but another kiss would kill."

basics ── brunhilda, brun ; cisfemale ; three and a half years old ; heterosexual ; her breed is a doberman pinscher, and her ears are docked ; brunhilda is currently a killer, though this may change in the near future . . ; fragrance is a potent blend of grass, dog food, scrap metal, and dust ; habits include wrinkling her face to the point that two lines appear between her brows, tilting her head sarcastically, and scratching absentmindedly at her collar. she doesn't get nervous, hardly ever, so she has no anxious tells ; a brief physical description would be: a long-limbed beast of a female doberman with a sleek pelt, humongous ears, and rich chocolate brown eyes.

love, likes, dislikes, fears ── the closest thing she's got to a crush is caleb - the mysterious, dark wolf-dog that can often be found prowling around the killers' fence. she always volunteers to secure the fence line and stand guard at night, in hopes of finding him. she one day hopes to speak to the brute she's so infatuated with ; she likes being a part of the killer family, the collar her former owner gave her, caleb, humans, and playing around ; brunhilda dislikes traitors to the band of killers ( betrayal in general ), other females or rival flirts, and not getting her way ; she fears rejection by the killers if she should mess up again like she did in the past, and also fears rejection by caleb. she fears going unloved and not being good enough for the ones she cares about.

personality, skills ──
- cunning, strong-willed, persistent.
- feels the need to know everything.
- has grit, gumption, and mental as well as physical strength.
- intensely loyal to the killer group, and would die for any one of them, no matter how annoying they oftentimes are.
- brunhilda has the tendency to be nosy, oppressive, brash, and forward.
- very cocky, self-assertive.
- likes to flirt with anything / anyone to get better at it. sometimes you can't tell if she genuinely likes you, or if she's just leading you on and will eat your heart out later. she's flirty to the point of being inappropriate and vulgar.
- kind of whiny. having been trained by males, she's used to being the smarter one . . the one to boss them around. so when she doesn't get her orders followed, she's full of complaints and confusion.
- skills include, well, killing. she's basically an assassin on four legs. she's an expert at using brute strength, being manipulative, greeting others with her teeth and blunt claws. she also excels at swimming, digging, and problem-solving - though the latter doesn't mean she won't hesitate to solve things with more than just harsh words.

full physical description, brief history ── this spunky, rough-and-tough gal is just as strong and beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. muscular and fit, brun is at prime physical condition; her body is a well-oiled machine. her fur, extremely soft and thin, cling to her wiry frame and accentuates her angular features. she has a traditional doberman look about her: all black-and-brown fur, gigantic, triangular ears, bob tail, and a long, broad snout. her eyes are a rich and soulful dark chocolate - almost black - and are quite mesmerizing.

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brunhilda was raised to be a leader and an authority figure from the time that she exited her mother's womb. her owner, a man named beck, had seen potential in the doberman and decided to train her to become a police dog. a bomb-sniffer, to be specific, in thanks to her good nose. brun flourished under beck's wing and soon got her beloved collar ( there's an identification and police badge on the back of her neck ), which deemed her a part of the task force. but when a freak accident struck when brunhilda didn't discover a terrorist bomb in time, beck was killed. and she, as a result, was sent back to her former home - the rancher's land, where all the dobermans were trained. she has stayed in the "killers' territory" ever since, constantly full of inward guilt and the idea that it is her fault that beck is dead and her fault that the killers' longpaws have vanished. she knows that her fellows killers still don't trust her after leaving them to become a high and mighty police dog . . and she also knows that they find amusement in her failure to protect beck. but she doesn't let the others get her down. whatever their opinions are on her, she is very loyal to them, as they are all she has left to do what she does best to: protect, defend, and fight for.

current relations and / or relations that will be gained throughout the roleplay ──
- her current relations before the roleplay involve the other three killers.
- diablo: basically the leader of the killers, though it goes unsaid. the fawn doberman and brunhilda have never exactly seen eye-to-eye - always being complete opposites, always believing different things . . and both very headstrong - but she follows him, like every killer has been trained to do. she isn't much of a fan of diablo, but feels loyalty and respect for him.
- fargo: she didn't really care for him before she left the killers, assuming him to be one of diablo's goonies . . but now that she's back, she has realized that fargo is pretty much the only killer that seems to still genuinely care, respect, and trust her. for this, she loves him, and treats him like the brother she never had. she protects him at all costs, and isn't afraid to get in your face if you dare insult him.
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- caleb: the only pack dog she has ever seen. she is completely infatuated with him, and would give anything to meet him. she always volunteers to secure the fence line and stand guard at night, in hopes of finding him. sometimes, she fantasizes about leaving the killers behind and running through the forest with him - on and on and on and never stopping. but that's crazy talk . . right?

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his father never care
d, his mother was ne
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p being bullied and t
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as different than the
other pups in the pa
ck. he was smaller,
and he was assumed
to be weak, useless.
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now, after many yea
rs he is back, and str
onger than ever befo
re. he has built hims
elf his own pack, an
d takes pride in how
far he has come. he
always feels like he
has something to pr
ove; he is no longer
the weak wolfdog t
hey labeled him as .
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ever since he was a very young pup, caleb's d
ream was to be the alpha of the wolf pack. h
e was determined to do something great, som
ething that he would be remembered for. his
life, however, made it very difficult to accom
plish this. he was born a wolf hybrid and ther
efore he had very little respect from the othe
r wolves. his dreams were crushed, he would
never be able to lead the wolf pack, so he left.
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caleb's name means 'dog', which came from h
is wolfdog breed. in his youth he was picked o
n for it, but now he uses it as a reminder of a
ll of the things he overcame, and to remembe
r those who treated him poorly. he is now six
years of age and is the alpha of a pack of dog
s. he is strict and hard on his canines, but he
believes that it is for the best. he has the imp
ression of a very tempered male but deep do
wn he is a caring, kind, and will do anything f
or his beloved pack. maybe one day he will b
e able to find a beautiful fae and have pups.
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caleb is a german shepherd and wolf hybrid. his
mother was one of the well known "killers" while
his father was one of the wolf pack fighters. cal
eb bares the looks of both his mother and his fa
ther. his coat color is mostly black, however, yo
u can make out the brown and tan tufts of fur c
overing his body. he has amber eyes that almost
appear red when he looks towards the sun and a
very small white mark on his chest. he is the siz
e of a normal wolf and is built more for combat
than he is for any agility or hunting, though he is
fully capable of doing both in the pack if needed.
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when caleb was younger and just starting out on
his own after leaving the pack, he decided that
he was going to find a longpaw who would take h
im in, of course, this was a mistake. the lady fre
aked out at his appearance and chased him into
an alley way. he sheltered there for a while befo
re a group of large strays came up o him, sneerin
g and eventually attacked the black pup. he still
has a long scar down his rear leg from the brutes
and to this day, caleb has a very deep hatred for
any stray that tries to trespass on his territory.
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born a leash dog, al
ways a leash dog, th
ey say. and perhaps
it is true for some d
ogs, but not this fae.
although she misses
her old home dearly,
she wouldn't think a
bout going back and
giving up freedom.
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despite her loyalty t
o the pack, lexie kee
ps a frisbee stashed
away in her nest in s
ilent hopes that she
will see her long lost
longpaw again one d
ay. for now, however
she keeps herself bu
sy with her duties an
d focuses only on the
survival of the pack.
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lexie was adopted as a very young pup by a v
ery kind and gentle little boy whose name wa
s timmy. they were best buds, and every day
they would visit the dog park. this is where l
ex learned her liking of althetics and her love
for playing with her bright red frisbee. they w
ould often take walks and lexie was the happi
est dog on earth, unaware of the different life
style that the pack could possibly offer her.
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on the day of the big growl, lexie had sensed
that something was terribly wrong. she whine
d in attempts to warn her longpaws, but they
just locked her up in her crate telling her to
be quiet. hours passed before the quaking be
gan, and when it did her longpaw's were frigh
tened. in their fear, they packed up and left
with lexie in the crate. she could hear her bo
y calling for her through the noise but was un
able to get to him. she escaped her crate by
chewing through it and was heartbroken up u
ntil the point when she found the lost pack.
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lexie is a medium-sized nova scotia duck tolling
retriever at the healthy age of four. her coat is
a red-brown color with white on her face, paws,
chest, and neck. it is soft and warm. she has pr
etty ocean blue eyes and a salmon pink nose. th
e huntress has an agile build underneath her me
dium-length fur and has a decent bit of muscle
on her agile frame. her claws are a cream color.
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lexie is known in the pack as confident and outg
oing. she is kind and caring towards anyone, no
matter their rank. she loves her job as a hunter
and uses it to test her great tracking skills. this
fae is sometimes too confident in her abilities w
hich can lead her into a bit of trouble, but their
is no doubt that her intentions are pure. lexie I
s one to accept any challenge that is thrown at
her, and perhaps that is the main reason why sh
e finds the stray, gunther, to be so fascinating.
she can be strict when she needs to be but she
would much rather not be, she doesn't want to
hurt anyone's feelings for any reasons. overall l
exie is a great dog to be around, and an even b
etter hunting partner if you give her a chance.
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Thea is a purebred Siberian husky.
She is 4 years of age.
She first came to the city
when she was a pup,
her family had been killed
by the killers in the building,
until she joined the pack to survive.
She had trained her tail off to
get to the rank of patrol ever since.
She watched as the city
soon wasted away to nothing,
watching as the other dogs
pray and hope for their
humans to return and
take care of them.
All hoping that things would go
back to the way things use to be,
but it would all be
false hope to even try.
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Thea can be feisty or a stubborn female.
She is very protective over
the ones she cares about, and her pack.
Her mood can flip at the switch
of a button in zero seconds
flat without warning.
She is a very muscular female from
long days and nights of
training with no breaks in between.
She sometimes keeps to herself,
she is quiet but will talk
to those she calls friends.
Get to know her.
If you cross her, you may not make it out alive.
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Her past is not an
easy one and is one she
rarely talks about.
If asked you either would
tell you or she would put
her walls up and block
you out and ask that
the topic never risen again.
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Name: Aldous
Nickname: None
Gender: Male
Age: Four years old
Rank: Healer

Breed: Rottweiler/
Golden Retriever mix
Height: 25 inches
Weight: 98 pounds

Coat: Black and tan,
long, silky fur
Eyes: Brown
Overall: Large and bulky,
moves slowly, lean but
muscular, loose skin,
massive paws

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Aldous, named after the famous Aldous Huxley, grew up under a wise and
aging dog's care. His mother cherished her only son and told him far-fling
stories of brave knights and ferocious soldiers who made their own way in
the world while going on daring adventures. They fascinated the young dog,
but he could never get enough bravado to do anything more than pretend.
Under her watchful eye, he became a follower, soaking in her knowledge,
but never venturing further than a few meters from the familiar dog.
Aldous's life drastically change dwhen his mother passed away, and he was
flung into the real world. Foolish and far too trusting, Aldous quickly
realized that what he thought of the world was far different than the true
cruetly of it. He was stolen from, attacked, and left for dead by a group
of unruly doberman. Fortunately, soon after his battle wounds were healed,
fate found him a place to call home, a group of dogs that Aldous is
incredibly loyal to. It's a good place for him, as he brings comfort to ailing
dogs with his calm voice and steady eye, although his paralyzing fear
often leads the gentle giant to freezing up and being unable to work. The
healer gets along with most of the others, staying under the radar with his
need to bow to the rules.

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Main Trait: Harmonic

Positives: Reflective,
aware, empathetic,
law-abiding, thankful,
conscientious, loyal,
creative, wise, responsible,
caring, soothing

Negatives: Lives in
the past, bound by the
book, anxious, afraid
to act for fear of being
wrong, aggressively
loyal, cowardly

Friends: TBD
Foes: TBD

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Name: Sawyer
Nickname: None
Gender: Female
Age: Three years old
Rank: Scout
Breed: Ger. Shep. mix

Coat: Gray and black,
fur is short and soft,
keeps coat very clean
Eyes: Dark brown
Overall: Small and lithe,
small paws, thin legs,
tail curls over back,
walks with head down

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Born on the streets, Sawyer never knew the love of a human hand. And
barely knew the love of a parent. Her mother did her best to stay with the
pup, but life on the streets is difficult, and the young mother ended up
leaving Sawyer behind after just a few months of life. From that point on,
she was alone in the world. Every day was a harsh battle that ended with
a hungry belly and a pelt full of fleas. Her growth was stunted by poor
nutrition, and still she eats whatever she sets her eyes on, not knowing
when the next meal will be. Or if there will even be one. Very distrusting
of the world and others, Sawyer depends on herself for everything. Yet
she still has her heroes. She's seen the house dogs with the pretty lives,
and the bigger strays with full bellies. Sawyer invents tales that make her
seem as if she was one of these dogs, and not her struggling self. With each
dog she meets, another wild tale springs forth. The lies come easily, and
she has grown so used to this, she has trouble telling the truth or even
knowing what the truth is.

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Main Trait: Skittish

Positives: Observant,
witty, friendly,
careful, independent,
capable, hard worker,
meticulous, gentle,
intuitive, adaptable

Negatives: Timid,
shy, manipulative,
compulsive liar,
mistrusting, anxious,
jumpy, lonely, poor
self-esteem

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[paper planets]

-- F R I D A
stealer of hearts
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1. frida 2. the stealer of hea
rts 3. female 4. heterosexual
5. four and a half years young
6. no known family 7. current
ly no romance 8. rottweiler, h
usky & german shepherd mix
9. lean and long-legged 10.
sleek black & tan fur 11. ice
blue eyes 12. charming, igno
rant, oblivious, independent,
manipulative, clever, collect
ed, calming, intellectual, op
timistic, easily jealous, jump
s to conclusions, introvert, im
mature, closed off, reckless
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" i know a girl, who likes to drink her coffee black, 'cause sugar knows she ain't got time for that.."

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still we laugh, we cry, we fall, we get high
just like we were kids, just like we were kids
and when I'm feeling small you get me through it all
just like we were kids, just like we were kids again
I know a girl...
Who's never tried to settle down
She wears her loneliness just like a crown
But when she smiles all the kings bow down

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[paper planets]

You've got it all
You lost your mind in the sound
There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head
Put all your faults to bed
You can be king again
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F A R G O -- the king
♔ male ♔ heterosexual ♔
two years old ♔ killer ♔ fawn
doberman with pale blue/gr
een eyes & a muscular, yet a
gile build ♔ naive, reckless, i
nsecure, hard-worker, realist,
humble, selfless, considerate

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