The Stranglehold - Feral Dog rp [Open and accepting!

[Gabrielle Renee]

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[Gabrielle Renee]

Okay, I'm all finished for now! Feel free to post.~ (:

[Gabrielle Renee]

Bump~</3

[crayon]

Friendly bump.

Imma save this spot for my form[s]

[antler apathy]

[[OOC: I assume we need a few members of the roleplay to be willing to join a pack before one is created? ^^]]


Username: Gwen Trix.
Name: Chance.
Gender: Female.
Age: Four and a Half.
Birthdate: December 21st.
Breed: Saluki Mix.
Purebred: No.
Feral?: Yes.

Scars: Though she has many, the only visible one runs across mid-snout.
Accessories: None.
Picture/description: A rather thin character, Chance's curves are very defined. With feathered fur she seems rather feminine. Her eyes are a hazel blue, and her nose is black. Her base coat layer is a very deep gray (almost black) and gently fades in to a lighter gray scale as it runs down lower to the ground.

Personality: A very level headed, intellectual female. Chance seems to always have everything under control with others around her, and though she tends to remain low-strung and calm though she has a very expectant and stern way of commanding. Chance always wants it to look like she knows what she's doing, and puts on a very good act, though sometimes has to wing it. Some call her a leader, because she has that respected attitude but she still wants to not be feared by those around her, then she has her protective side that comes out to those she favors.

Family:
Father - Unknown.
Mother - Deceased.
Brother - Out of Contact.
Sister - None.
History: Chance was born in to a dog fighting ring, but because of her gender she was always chained up as a young pup. At around 8 months, when she was able to breed, her 'owner' didn't hesitate and she found herself in the clutches of a rather large husky. She gave birth to her first litter weeks later and because she wouldn't let anyone touch them without a fight she was beaten down very thoroughly each time a human even came close. But because of her beatings she was rendered incapable of producing another litter of live pups for the next year, she just didn't have the nourishment to keep the pups alive.
Her humans found her incapable of creating a litter, and because of their low intelligence they decided she would never give birth again, and then sent her out to live in the streets alone where she became feral. She did build back her strength eventually, and though she has not tried for another litter, Chance does think that she will be able to produce live pups.
She now roams the area as a feral.

Other: None.
Theme Song - Blackbirds ~Linkin Park.

Role Play Sample: She pushed past the other dogs, a dark shadow maneuvering through the crowd. Her face was shaded in to express the features of sheer anger as she came forward to face the other dogs. "What the hell did you do Chaos!?" She screamed forward, snapping her jaw at the larger male, who inevitable backed up. "When did I ever give you permission to go kill that member of the Fraternity? We're in one hell of a problem with them because of you, and I'm not about to go take on another war with a group because on of my pack members decided to be an arrogant bastard and ruin us all." She hissed with a very low growl to follow at the male. Chance was most definitely upset, not ready to face another pack and try to make peace.

The black female took another step forward, her dark eyes watching Chaos coldly as she tried to make up her mind about his future in her pack.

[Gabrielle Renee]

[[ Pretty much. ^^; Accepted!(: We can start rping after maybe two or three more people join. ]]

[antler apathy]

[[OOC: Alright, thanks n.n Anyways, I'll eventually make a better picture of Chance. For now I may be able to get a few more people to join ^^ There will probably be some takers on the semi-literate roleplay thread~]]

[Gabrielle Renee]

[[ Okay thank you. ^^ I really enjoied her form. >u> Except for 'Before she knew it a husky was clutched onto her' x'D Oh and if you have any roleplays up for being affilits please send them to me.(: ]]

[antler apathy]

[[OOC: No problem ^^ There's also the roleplay advertising thread if you wanted to post it there. I can give a link.
Ah ;-; The way you worded that quote just made me realize the other meaning to it, I now feel dirty. But thank you c: I love my Chance.
Anyways, if I do eventually get a roleplay that may want to be affiliates, I'll PM you~
For now I'll stop posting as to not spam the thread ^^;]]

[kirishima]

Username: Echoeh.
Name: Canon.
Gender: Male.
Age: Fifteen Months.
Birthdate: 9.21.
Breed: Kai Ken Mix.
Purebred: No.
Feral?: Yes.

Scars: Many faint scars line his neck, though now they are generally just seen as dashes without fur.
Three thin, though clearly visible, scars are irregularly patched on his muzzle.
Accessories: One plated metal brace on his back right leg - from ankle to knee;
it isn't quite considered an 'accessory', but Canon once participated in a human experiment that severly damaged his leg.
Picture/description:

Personality:
Canon tends to be a creature of habit, though normally likes to think a situation out before acting. A dog with high potential and above-average aspects, he is an outstandingly wise sage in contrast to his young spirit and stout appearance. Canon prefers words over teeth when solving issues; he possesses greater skills of dexterity, rather than general physical attacks. Though he may be believed to own the facets of a true leader, Canon would much more prefer an advice-giving position of authority. His taste for leading is as lacking as his taste for fighting.
Canon is very uneasy around strangers and humans, however. His brutal past is the only explanation for his vigilant and wary eyes. He hides true pain and hate with a seemingly secluded personality.

Family:
Father- Location unknown.
Mother- Deceased.
Brother- None known.
Sister- Location and information unknown.

History:
Canon was born into the unfortunate clutches of an abusive old man whose work lay in the field of science. Canon, in turn, was frequently brought to his owner's work for various experiments [ he was actually given birth to in a puppy mill; soon purchased for scientifical reasons ]. The adolescent kai ken was ignorant to any life but neglect; these queer and torturous research tests continued recurrently for no more than a year.
One of these experiments in particular consisted of blood test trials from Canon's, and several other animals', body parts. It resulted in a major disaster, in which his leg was permanently damaged. However, his human owner had been killed from the explosions, along with many others. As he was one of the few survivors, Canon was rushed to the medical unit for immediate treatment. His leg was plated with thick metal that bound the damaged muscle and bone together. He managed a crucial but tough escape when the treatment was over with. Living within the streets is what he does up to this day. His only last will is to survive.
Other:
This River is Wild;; The Killers
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Role Play Sample:
[ from no other roleplay in particular; Canon's point of view of his final escape ]
Half the building is still blackened from the flames. The other half is where the heart of the medical unit lay - the half that I had resided in. I hated the doctors' ugly, sneering faces as I was laid down onto the gurney. I never knew why they bothered to save my life, anyhow. I don't quite recall what happened when they put me to sleep; I only remember feeling the new strength when my metal brace was in its place. But, now... limping is the only form of escape I can manage. The humans are all asleep now, and it is presumably midnight. I stumble clumsily out of the rotten bed they had set me in, skidding and staggering on the slippery floor. The flaccidly-awkward run to the outside world takes no more than a few minutes; however, taking the 'long way' around is vital to a silent and successful escape. For whatever reason, the lab doors are kept open during the night time. I shrug off the thoughts; it doesn't matter, so as long as I can get away. Stumbling out of the wide-open exit, I find my paws sinking into grass - real grass! My owner usually had kept me at his home, at his workplace... I was most commonly found locked inside the prisoning bars of a steel cage. No, not anymore! I have grass now! The feeling of true earth under my gritty pads is heavenly. With a taut smirk, I begin running. I'm really running. I could care less how much my leg bolster hurts now. Though I am very well aware that the city is painted mostly with buildings and synthetic things, my mind is free. I'm outside now... I've reached freedom. To Hell with the humans! I'm alive!