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

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form quote: "stand by me, oh, stand by me."

basics ── kittredge, but he prefers kit for short ; cismale ; two years old ; heterosexual ; he is a siberian husky ; kit is one of the four patrol dogs in the lost pack ; his fragrance is a comforting mix of chamomile, the fresh crunch of winter snow, and, faintly, the stony fragrance of the mountains ; habits include winking, smiling nonstop, being nice to literally everyone. when he gets nervous he tucks his bushy tail in between his hocks and kneads the ground with his claws ; a brief physical description would be: a gigantic red siberian husky that has a stocky, thick stature and pale blue eyes.

love, likes, dislikes, fears ── he is currently open for romance! don't be deterred if he gets chatty with other females; he's just being his usual self. he's nice to everyone. and, it'll be obvious when he likes you - he might even be bold enough to say it! hmu with any romance plans, because i have nothing on this guy. he is interested in females like himself: mellow, down-to-earth sweethearts that aren't too confrontational or flirty, you know?? just normal lasses ; he loves the snow, and misses the mountains terribly. he likes eating roadkill and ingested a ton of bath bombs before his humans lost him during the big growl. likes frigid temperatures, roughhousing, and running with his fellow patrol dogs. he likes making things and dogs better, and loves encouragement / positivity ; he dislikes summer, the heat, and insects. he's terrified of snaggles in his fur, because his coat is so thick that it takes ages to groom. he's not a huge fan of dogs that are rude and harsh, because he's a big peacemaker and doesn't take kindly to those that try to ruin that peace ; kit fears . . well . . he's pretty dauntless. when you look at him, it's like there's no fear at all in his eyes or expression. the more relationships he forms, though, undoubtedly the more paranoid he'll get about losing them. he's just a big, hefty teddy bear that wants to keep everyone safe and close under his furnace of a pelt.

personality, skills ──
- caring leader with pure intentions.
- likes to inspire changes for the better, and feels as if the pack, with his help, is tasked with making the city and forest a better, safer place. he likes the thought of welcoming dogs big and small, no matter what they look like or where they're from, but with an alpha like caleb . . he thinks that such things may never come to pass. that doesn't meant he doesn't try: if he sees a stray, he'll feed it and take it back to camp with no questions asked, for example. it's almost in his genes to want more companions, make the pack better and stronger. if only he could get his alpha to agree with him . . . if only he was beta . . .
- he spreads kindness around like its a disease he must get rid of, infect others with.
- has a persuasive charisma, which comes in handy when trying to keep peace and smooth ruffled coats.
- very influential, and dogs often listen to what he has to say out of habit, because underneath all the goofiness there's something smart.
- takes care of those suffering or in need. goes out of his way to help strays. he can keep secrets, too, if it means helping someone, though it pains him not to tell the truth about anything. even white lies shake him up.
- optimistic and energetic, a chaser of his big dreams, and has endearing communication skills. he knows just how to get your attention, make you smile.
- he may seem like a goof, but he's really not?? like?? actually sensible, and knows when to shut up.
- he is always hungry, and when bored or a conversation has grown to a halt, he'll bring up eating in order to break more ice. "i could go for some rabbit right now . . oh! or maybe vole. i don't think i've ever had vole. isn't that weird?" "kit, we talked about this twenty seconds ago . ."
- kittredge's skills consist of talking through things, comforting others, and being loyal, steadfast, and reliable. his more [hysical traits include swimming, jogging long distances, moving at surprisingly swift paces, and, above all, fighting. that doesn't mean he likes it . . but he's built like a rock, so, yeah, he's bound to be good at something. and that something is using his weight and height - though not unjustly.

full physical description, brief history ── he is a gigantic fluff - inside and out. a red siberian husky, kit is known to have some of the thickest fur in the pack. and for hating summer with a burning passion. he has a thick, stocky build with a barrel chest, thunder legs, and paws that could crush a pup if he or it isn't careful enough. this gentle giant has multiple scars across his body and missing patches of fur are common from having to control strays or stop fights. his pelt is hardly ever clean: it is matted, thick, and hangs in tangled clumps across his body . . especially around his ankles, underbelly, and the underside of his tail. sometimes, when he isn't too shy about it, he'll ask dogs to help him preen himself; but even then, the hard work doesn't last for long, so he tends not to ask or do the work himself. he has a piercing set of blue eyes; they are as blue as the depths of arctic pools and are usually calm and filled with laughter.

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he never lived in the city, actually. his owners were there on a vacation from canada to visit family, and they brought him. by sheer chance, the big growl struck while they were there . . and because his vacationing family had not been warned about the earthquake in time, they tried to take him with them. they loved their husky, and weren't willing to part with them. when the big growl shook the earth, it caused their car to flip over, knocking his humans out. he had to stay there, bent over them, whining and prodding them to get up, while the big growl actually happened around him. eventually, he ran from the wreckage, the ground trembling under his feet, swam through the river, and met up with a group of dogs that were also running. he's been with the pack since it was formed by caleb.

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name - diablo (means devil)
gender - male (not a sire)
age - approx. three years.
species - doberman pinscher

coloring - white & light fawn
eye color - a pale sky blue
height - 28 inches approx.
weight - 94 pounds approx
build - muscular & robust
bite force - 538 approx.

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main trait - gratuitous anger

theme song - a car, a torch,
a death - twenty one pilots
voice accent - simon cowell
disadvantages - slow runner
advantages - strong jaws ..
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diablo is known for his charming - and yet, devious - personality.
he is a tall, white doberman pinscher with astonishing bright bl
ue eyes. he is different from the rest of the dobermans with a b
right white excrescence surrounding him, and a pair of bright b
lue eyes to go along with the aberration of his fur. he is about 3
years old approximately, and weighs about 94 lbs, and 28 inche
s tall [ to shoulder height ]. he has a strong and hardy bite force.
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diablo was born in a pack of fierce-dogs with his two siblings, co
pacetic and jeanine. he was the bigger of the two, leaving his s
iblings in the dust when it came to who the strongest was. for t
his trait he rose in ranks, and his siblings did not. he grew up be
ing attacked by his comrades known as "the killers" and slowly
but surely began to rise to the top. he stands now as one of the
most fearless and feared dobermans in the group. he never stan
ds down to a fight and challenges anyone who gets in his direc
t line of sight of his way, and will not hold back in any battles.
diablo is easily angered when it comes to what he wants to do.
the best advice given about diablo is to never get on his bad sid
e- you don't want to be there. if you do make it on his bad side,
you won't be off of it until either you are dead or HE is dead...
diablo can be sweet to those he loves, but he is overall very na
rcissistic when it comes to himself. he is very flirtatious but la
ys down the 'law' when he finds that it's time he has to do so...
as long as you're on his good side, he has no problem with you,
unless you make yourself a danger, threat, or problem to him..
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name & meaning - benji, no meaning.
gender & sexuality - male hetero.
age - approximately two years old
species - boxer & pitbull mixed breed

coloring - white and fawn spotted
height - 25 inches tall approximately
weight - approximately 71 lbs.
bite force - approximately 236

rank - a patrol dog of the pack
crush / mate - none, at the moment

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benji is a friendly, robust boxer and pi
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he is known for his goofy and clumsy p
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benji's owners were always nice to him, and he never really remembered his life as a pup. he w
as an outdoor dog for the most part, so he easily adapted to life without his long-paws. he fell i
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ey were his best friends, but he had a new family now. he is now extremely loyal to his pack, at
all times. he will lay down his life to protect his family (now his current pack) and do it easily.

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Bluejay found the life of a pet pleasant enough, though ever since a pup, she would always watch
the clouds glide by, and the stars in the night sky, and dream of doing something more than being
the "good pet" that her owners wanted. Adventure, she craved it, occasionally even wondering if
life as a street dog would be better than day after day of "sit", "lie down", and "roll over". She
never did leave, though, not until after the big growl, and her longpaws left her with him. Of
all the dogs that her longpaws could've chosen to adopt, it had to be the most selfish and ignorant
of them all. It's safe to say that her and Kaiser do not get along, though were forced to stay in a
small group for safety. Bluejay soon found the pack, joined (along with Kaiser) and was soon
reunited with her brother, Chase, who was adopted by another family. The two siblings became
inseparable right up until his death not that long ago. Now the timid and shy side of Blue seems
more apparent than ever, though in time her more rebellious side will show through.

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→ Age: Three Years Old
→ Gender: Female
→ Breed: Border Collie
→ Crush/Mate: None (Open)
→ Rank: Scout
→ Positive Traits: Caring, Understanding
→ Neutral Traits: Timid, Secretly mischievous
→ Negative Traits: Unforgiving, Skittish

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Nobody seemed to want to keep the poor dog, and after his third time returning to the pound, he
was losing hope. There was reason after reason why they said they didn't want him: "too noisy",
"too stubborn", "too aggressive"...the list goes on. Eventually he was adopted by a couple who
were getting on in their years, but still said they could provide him with enough exercise. They
had this other dog, too, whom he instantly realised he would not be getting along with any
time soon. She was timid and quiet with her head in the clouds, and he was bold, rude, and
snappy. Polar opposites, though he wasn't about to turn down a promising looking home simply
because of this female. Time passed, and Kaiser was right: the two never did get along, arguing
often, though always being careful that their longpaws weren't around when they did. The big
growl snatched away his last chance at a warm home, taking his last shred of patience for others
with it. But hey, maybe being a pack dog isn't so bad after all.

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→ Name: Kaiser
→ Age: Five Years Old
→ Gender: Male
→ Breed: Weimaraner
→ Crush/Mate: None (Open)
→ Rank: Scout
→ Positive Traits: Observant, Loyal
→ Neutral Traits: Protective, Proud
→ Negative Traits: Dismissive, Rude

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Name: Ripley
Nickname: None
Gender: Female
Age: Six years old
Rank: Stray
Breed: Dalmatian

Coat: White with black
spots, extremely short,
pink skin beneath and
pink paw pads
Eyes: Black
Overall: Muscular,
average size, athletic,
has a graceful gait

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No one warned her what was to come. Ripley lived with a pair of humans
for several years, dividing her time between the two and doing her
best to listen to the strange words of what they wanted. When the
screaming infant showed up early one morning, disturbing Ripley from
a peaceful sleep, she didn't know what to think. Life continued on,
with Ripley getting less and less attention as this new thing gained
every bit she had lost. It started tumbling around the house. One pull of
the tail later, and teeth found soft skin. The next thing Ripley knew,
she was on the street, scrounging for scraps and turning her back on
all of humankind. Resentful of those on two legs and never having had
to learn how to get along with others canines, the lively dalmatian
struggles with keeping her anger in check, rising to any challenge that
presents itself to her. She wears her heart on her sleeve, often taking
words the wrong way. If more time was spent with others, the capable
dog is willing to learn the art of socialization.

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Positives: Not afraid
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lively, enthusiastic,
confident, knows what
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always finishes what
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Negatives: Tends to
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forgetful, quick to judge,
unreliable, sensitive,
aggressive, doesn't give
others a chance to
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[L.I.N.G.E.R]

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So many reasons
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to let them show

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Name: Black Jack
Nickname: Jack
Age: 5 Years
Gender: Male
Rank: Stray
Breed: Husky

Fur Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 24 inches
Weight: 60 lbs
Build: Tall, Muscular

+ Traits: Intelligent, Honest, Charming
- Traits: Dominant, Stubborn, Bossy
Strengths: Fighting, Hunting, Tracking
Weaknesses: Swimming, Small Talk, Lying
Fears: Humans, Bears, Fire
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Orientation: Heterosexual
Crush: None
Mate: None
Pups: None
Best Friend: Tba
Worst Enemy: Tba

Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Brothers: Axiel
Sisters: Deceased

Voice: Tom Hiddleston
Theme: Runnin - Adam Lambert
Interests: Lucid Dreams, Conversation, The ladies ;),
Pups, Story Telling, Games
Hobbies: Flirting, Lounging, Day dreaming,
Sun Bathing, Playing, Chatting
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I've made the hardest
mistakes I need
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The world
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Name: Axiel
Nickname: Axi
Age: 5 Years
Gender: Male
Rank: Stray
Breed: Husky

Fur Color: Black and White
Eye Color: Brown and Blue
Height: 26 inches
Weight: 65 lbs
Build: Tall, Muscular

+ Traits: Quick Witted, Loyal, Observant
- Traits: Aggressive, Cynical, Arrogant
Strengths: Fighting, Running, Spying
Weaknesses: Making Friends, Lying, Playing
Fears: Darkness, Thunder, Humans
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Orientation: Heterosexual
Crush: None
Mate: None
Pups: None
Best Friend: Tbd
Worst Enemy: Tbd

Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Brothers: Black Jack
Sisters: None

Voice: Andy Biersack
Theme: They Don't need to Understand - Andy Black
Interests: War, Secrets, Power,
Himself, Astronomy, Blood
Hobbies: Fighting, Hunting, Running,
Swimming, Star Gazing, Spying
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[tytrack]

anyone up for relationships with either benji (m) or diablo (m)?
i feel like i may have benji fall for some loner, that would be k
inda interesting.. but that is, if anyone is up for a relationship
that could be planned out for the roleplay? / when do we start?

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Who's never tried to settle down

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She wears her loneliness just like a crown

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╳Sylvi (Vivi, V, Syl)
╳4 years old
╳Patrol Dog
╳voice claim -Vivien Leigh
╳song claim - Kids Again
╳Silken Windhound
╳mother was a showdog named Nina, father was a sure named Derringer. She never knew any of her siblings. No children yet.
╳she is open for any romantic interests, will be crushing on Icarus
╳close friends with Kit
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But when she smiles all the kings will bow down

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╳dislikes; yelling, thunderstorms, longpaws, confined spaces, people initiating touch.
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╳sylvi is a grey and white silken windhound with a long plumed tail, and soft amber eyes. she stands at a height of 55 centimeters, and has many small scars around her legs. the female is very lean, with good muscles in her legs and chest, providing the perfect base for her excellent agility and speed. These lean muscles don't do much for brute physical strengths however, and it is one of her weaker skills. despite having her long silky fur, she loves to swim, and she is prone to cold fits at night. her scent is one of soft daisies, water, and a faint hint of pine.
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But still we laugh, we cry

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╳personality; sylvi is one of a docile nature, very shy and timid at first meeting. it takes a long time for her to warm up to someone, and because of her extreme lack of social understanding, she doesn't make friends easily, or in high quantities. the silken is constantly on guard, afraid that she'll do something wrong and be punished, maybe even thrown out of the pack for it. the girl enjoys conversations with others, especially listening to the stories that they have to tell, but she's hesitant to talk about her past much, only revealing the barest of details when prodded. sylvi isn't just shy, and she definitely isn't helpless. her speed is impeccable, and she can hold her own in a fight, more in intelligence than in strength. shy loves to find out how things work, and she is extremely curious. when close to someone, at times they may feel like they're playing an endless game of twenty questions. adventure and rebellion excites her, but she's not sure if she could ever do that herself, so she settles with listening to tales and fantasizing about what the strays and the other pack members might have done in their lives. one might compare her to a body of water, a gentle lapping at her best, and a fearsome tide at her worst. the female rarely gets angry, but when she does, there will be hell to pay, especially if it involves someone she cares about.
╳quirks; she doesn't like to be touched unless she initiates it, or if she gives permission to someone to touch them. the only ones whom she doesn't require permission are whomever her romantic partner is and those close to her (kit, open). sylvi doesn't usually walk with her tail held high, and her head droops down in a submissive nature due to her past owners. when extremely happy or excited, she has a habit of racing around in extreme bursts of energy. she often mumbles quietly to herself in words or little chirping noises.
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We fall, we get high

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╳brief history (more details will be played out as the roleplay does); sylvi was born in a litter of four pups, to two beautiful white silken windhound parents. all of the pups were born a solid color, the most desirable for showing, and were considered perfect pups. sylvi's previous owner contacted the breeder who owned her parents, looking for a white pup to show. it would be their first attempt at entering the showing circle, and they wanted a dog that would win, that would earn them a ton of earnings. the breeder, thomas johnson invited them to come and look at the dogs, and was ecstatic when they decided on the little white pup he had grown fond of. sylvi was saddened to leave her mother and siblings so soon, but she was excited to spend time with her new family: the penreqos.

For the first few months of her life, she was treated like a queen. she was pampered, groomed twice everyday and fed the finest foods that they could afford. sylvi was delighted to receive that much love and attention, and she quickly grew fond of her family. but, things would soon edge towards the worst when her silky white coat began to develop into a mix of grey and white. her longpaws were furious, and screamed at her that she would never make them any money. they ignored her, forced her to sleep in the cold laundry room, and neglected her whines and barks and whines for attention.

this went on for
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Just like we were kids, just like we were kids
When I feel small, you get me through it all
Just like we were kids, just like we were kids again

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