Ƭ н ɛ Ɖ ɛ ʌ ι ℓ ' ƨ Ƙ ι и ❇ semi-literate ❇ two spots

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A thick fog covers the streets of New York as the city begins to go into a peaceful slumber. There is a slight rain coming down upon the cold cement sidewalk. The path you have chosen is brutal to your soft paw pads, soft due to your young age. Your breathing rate increases as you continue on your path and your tongue lolls out of your small mouth. Even if you were only dumped off at the slimy curbside a few days before, you had already heard legends of a pack that lived in the shadows and that was never seen. Your undeveloped mind still doesn’t understand though, so you had ignored the dog’s pleas for you to stay with them, and you continued on your journey to nowhere.

Even though your small mind doesn’t understand the dog’s warnings to you, you do understand that you have a strange drawing towards a force that is forcing you to continue on your journey. You see the stars up in the sky beginning to show their faces through the fog, and for some strange reason, this shows you that you are getting close to your destination, wherever that may be.

Suddenly your mind makes the connection between the wolves that had spoken to you the night before. They had been very mysterious wolves, and they had seemed to be judging you the entire time they were looking at you. They reminded you exactly of how the wolves in the pack that they described to you had been. Them. They were the reason that this strange thing had befallen on you. However, you were not upset.

Your small paws stop once you are under, yes under the George Washington Bridge. A cool breeze whips over you, and you catch the scent of other dogs nearby. Slowly you turn your head to see a large brute looming over you, the mist seems to swirl around him in a circular pattern. There seems to be something sad in his old, weary eyes. “I congratulate you on finding us, but it can only be expected when one is under the spell.” The spell? What one earth was this dog talking about? He doesn’t seem to take note of your confusion and he says, “Now that you have seen us, we cannot permit you to leave.” You scoff and the dog clearly takes this as an offense, “If you ever make a move to expose this pack, or to leave, you will be murdered and no one will remember your name.”

You gulp, because even though this dog was old and he seemed to be on his last leg you saw other dogs emerging from the shadows around you and they all had the same determined look in their eyes as this old dog did. They did not seem to be the kidding sort. Dogs of every shape, size and age were coming out, and they all stood behind the large dog. Their eyes are all a mixture of emotions, some that you have never seen before in your short life.

Your tiny figure begins to shiver, but you realize that the wind has been long gone. You look at each of the eyes, hoping to find a friendly one, but none is to be found, “I understand,” you say, “I will stay.” You bow your head at the large dog that appears to be in charge. He nods in return and gives you a small smile, “Good luck little one, for this life is not for the meek of heart. I hope that you will be able to withstand the curse that has befallen on all of us.” He then turns and disappears into the fog, and many of the others follow him.

Within moments you are alone with a slightly smaller female dog, “Hello, I am Alice, and I will be training you in the ways of our pack.” Her voice is more compassionate than the others and it is far smoother than silk. Then, under her breath she says to no one in particular,

“I hope that you will be able to help free us from the curse in due time, and I pray that you will not be one of the careless, who die.”


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We are the pack that lives in the shadows
We are the pack that is feared by all
We are the pack who are misunderstood
We are the pack of the misfits
We are the pack plagued with death
We are the pack shrouded in mystery
We are the pack that is cursed with misfortune

We are
The Devil’s Kin

[Destonation]

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Roaming the streets of New York was never a simple task. However, left on the street when you were very young, you have been taught in the ways of the shadows. There are dangers lurking all around you, dog catchers, humans, rival packs, and even other dogs. Every shadow that moves could be a threat to you and your pack. The smallest sound makes you jump out of your skin, and this might very well be your downfall. Food shortages have been plaguing the packs of stray dogs for as long as they can remember, but this time it is different. The pack that has been but a legend for so long has been spotted. Not once. Not twice. Three times.

This is not a good sign.

However, to those who are a part of this fabled pack, this is what the world is. Many have never seen the light of day, for they are only allowed out at night. They roam the night in search of something, something that they may never find. For you see, the entire pack and every dog in are cursed the moment they make the decision to join. The curse has complete control over the pack, and it is the reason that everywhere they go and everyone who sees them becomes plagued in misfortune. There is only one thing that this pack wants, and needs if it is not to be destroyed. It has to free itself of this curse, and they are willing to do it at whatever cost it comes with.

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T ᴇ ʀ ʀ ɪ ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ

The pack known as the Devil’s Kin roam the streets of New York City by night and day. Restricted to the shadows, or areas where no one can see them, they have very limited places they can go. Near, under, and around bridges are mainly where the members of the pack roam, but sometimes they will stray onto the streets of New York. Another place to hang out is the city dump, that is where much of the food is found. However, when doing this you must be prepared to dodge street venders, other dogs, and be ready to run at a moment’s notice. If you wish to take the risk though, feel free to have free roam of New York City, Manhattan to be exact. Even so, no matter what, Central Park is by far the worst place to go during the day.



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W ᴇ ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ

The season is currently the beginning of spring.

The temperature outside is in the mid-eighties [warm], at least according to the lady on the small moving picture screen.

The sky is fairly clear, only a few clouds scattered about here and there.

The air is slightly humid, lingering over the tops of the buildings like a menacing cloud.

[Destonation]

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H ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ


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Long ago when New York City was but a small town, there were not many stray dogs, cats, or anything else for that matter. But as time wore on, new settlers brought with them more dogs, which reproduced. Soon there were puppies in every nook and cranny there was to be seen. The dogs were forced to band together as the town expanded into a city, and then a utopia! The dogs had been brought together by the simple morals of honesty, loyalty, and other basic necessities. This all changed when the Spanish came.

After the wars with Spain, the Spanish began to settle down as well. Those dogs told stories of war and hate, and these things fascinated the dogs for they did not know these things. Alonzo. Alonzo, meaning “war” was the one who started the mess that would continue to plague dogs for centuries to come. The dogs in the pack that he had gone to were utterly against these feelings that he was trying to explain to them. So he decided he was going to have to trick them all into feeling them for themselves. He was going to turn brother against brother, mother against son.

After struggling to gain the pack’s trust and respect for years, he was able to achieve the status of beta male. He decided that he was going to gain the role of alpha male, and he did not care what he had to do to gain this position. The alpha that had given him his rank was growing old, as he was rapidly reaching the age where he would leave the earth and go into the afterlife. He was simply going to speed up the process. Before he was to do it, he told the then warrior about his plan and said that if he helped him he would make him beta, and if he didn’t he would throw him out of the pack. The troubled warrior told the alpha about it, but the alpha disregarded what he said, because his trusted beta would never conspire against him. Or would he?

That night after dusk, Alonzo caught the old alpha on his way back to the camp from a hunting trip. Without stopping to say a proper greeting, he slaughtered the old dog on the spot. He then dismembered the corpse and put a part of the prior alpha buried in each of the dens where he knew that dogs regularly went to and lived. The next morning when they announced how the alpha was missing, Alonzo sent out a search party to find where he was. The different parts were found in all the dens, and this alpha had been most beloved. Alonzo knew this, and accusations were flying all over the place. Families were turning against one another, and the pack began to break apart. This was only stimulated when the second dog was killed. No one could figure out who did it or why. This caused tensions to rise rapidly.

Alonzo was able to keep the trust of about twenty dogs, and when the pack broke up into smaller packs they would raid these packs and kill the dogs that were unlucky enough to be there. To them everyone had become a suspect in the killings, and dogs were being killed in all the other packs every day. No one was safe any more.

Finally Alonzo’s pack decided that they were going to take the big challenge. The pack with the past-delta. Little did he know, there had been an addition to their small pack, a small spell-caster. As Alonzo and his pack burst into camp that night, they were surprised to find that there was no one in camp. However, as they went to get the pack’s food store, they found a small dog standing in front of it, looking defiantly at them. They thought it was a joke when the dog piped up, “Leave here now. “ “Or what?” they snickered, “You’ll be sorry.” He spoke confidently and ominously, “Sorry, no can do. Shrimp.” The small dog closed his eyes and spoke the words that had not been spoken for over a thousand years prior to that moment.

“Oh, tears of corruption hear my cries
Under one leader, hell it rises
The pits of despair your lives will become
Your touch will be as a touch of the devil
Twenty of you
There must always be
For if there is not
Your demise will come
By ancient demons from the pits of hell
You best not disturb their slumber
A spell will cause others to come
To keep your numbers alligned
A myth of time
A legend of mist
Never coming out
Unable to leave
For three thousand years
Your pack will be cursed
You can only pray
It does not get worse.”

The dogs stepped back in shock as a mist began covering the clearing in which they stood. A lightening strike flashed across the sky, and the curse was sealed.

When the mist cleared, the dog was gone, and a voice echoed through the clearing, "the prophecy will come." The dogs stood trembling, each refusing to speak to the other as they solemnly walked back to camp. Upon their arrival they told the others what had happened, and much blood was shed upon that night. Four dead dogs lay in pools of blood on the following morning. The curse replayed itself through Alonzo's mind, over and over. He was not driven to insanity as others were, as he soon understood what it meant, and he could not be bothered to care. However, in order to keep the pack's trust, he asked the Gods to bring forth the spell that would bring four younglings to them. Younglings who would be taught in the ways of the shadows, in the ways of the mist, in the ways of the devil's kin.

[Destonation]

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- All of Tess's rules apply

- Only join if you are semi-literate, this means no less than five lines per post, per character.

- When talking Out of Character, please put it in brackets or OOC.

- Even though this does have a twist to it, this is a realistic roleplay, so although you are allowed to use any breed of dog you want, real pictures, etc. only.

- I would think that three characters is a good [max] amount of characters, however it is not a set limit.

- No swearing, please.

- No mary/gary sues.

- No having your characters crush on each other, it's over-the-top boring.

- No power-playing.

- Do not kill another person's character without their advance permission.

- Do not join and then never come back, if you are unable to continue, please tell me, do not just disappear.

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    [size=85]ʋƨɛяиαмɛ[/size] [b]}[/b] [size=85][obviously your username goes here][/size]

    [size=85]иαмɛ[/size] [b]}[/b] [size=85][name of your character][/size]

    [size=85]иιcκиαмɛ[/size] [b]}[/b] [size=85][if your character has any nicknames they go here][/size]

    [size=85]βяɛɛ∂[/size] [b]}[/b] [size=85][the breed of dog that your character is][/size]

    [size=85]ɢɛи∂ɛя[/size] [b]}[/b] [size=85][gender of your character][/size]

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    [size=85]нɛιɢнт[/size] [b]}[/b] [size=85][the height of your character][/size]

    [size=85]ωɛιɢнт [/size][b]}[/b] [size=85][the weight of your character][/size]

    [size=85]ɛʏɛ cσℓσя [/size][b]}[/b] [size=85][color of your character's eyes][/size]

    [size=85]ρɛℓт[/size] [b]}[/b] [size=85][a description of your character's pelt, or fur. must be 2 + lines][/size]

    [size=85]вʋιℓ∂[/size] [b]}[/b] [size=85][a description of your character's build. ex. strong, slim, etc. needs to be at least a line][/size]

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    [size=150]Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --[/size]

    [size=85]cяʋƨн [/size][b]}[/b] [size=85][your character's crush goes here. not required][/size]

    [size=85]мαтɛ[/size] [b]}[/b] [size=85][if your character has a pre-decided mate they go here][/size]

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    [size=85]ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ[/size] [b]}[/b] [size=85][at least 5 + lines of description of your character's personality][/size]

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Ƭ н ɛ Я α и κ ƨ

the two ranks that are open are delta male and for an omega who is male

explanation

Δℓρнα Ѧαℓɛ
Leader of the pack,
leads and is mates with the Alpha Female

Δℓρнα Ғɛмαℓɛ
Co-leader of the pack,
co-leads and is mates with the Alpha Male

βɛтα Ѧαℓɛ
Second-in-command,
duties given by Alpha,
is mates with Beta female

βɛтα Ғɛмαℓɛ
Co-second-in-command,
duties given by Alpha,
is mates with Beta Male

Ɖɛℓтα Ѧαℓɛ
In command in the case where
both the Alphas and Betas are
unable to lead, is mates with Delta Female

Ɖɛℓтα Ғɛмαℓɛ
Co-in command in the case where
both the Alphas and Betas are
unable to lead, is mates with Delta Male

Ѳяαcℓɛ
Has 'the sight' is the receiver/giver
of prophecies, is very highly respected

Ѳяαcℓɛ αρρяɛитιcɛ
Chosen by the Oracle, must have
'the sight' but needs the Oracle's
help to develop it so when the
Oracle passes on to the Afterlife
they can take their place.

˩ɛα∂ Ƨcσʋт
Head of the scouts

Ƨcσʋтƨ
The scouts do quite literally what
their name implies, they scout out
areas before the pack moves anywhere,
and they are the ones who make sure
that there are no intruders in the area.

Ƨcσʋт Ƭяαιиɛɛƨ
Those who are training to be
scouts, they are taught by either a
single scout or a group of scouts

˩ɛα∂ Яαι∂ɛя
The head of the raiders

Яαι∂ɛяƨ
They gather food for the pack, raid
other packs, and basically make sure
the pack has enough food / materials

Яαι∂ɛя Ƭяαιиɛɛƨ
Those who are in training to
become raiders, taught by
either a single raider or a group

Ѳмɛɢαƨ [ 1 more ]
Those who don't have a set role in
the pack, but they help out where
they can.

ranks

Δℓρнα Ѧαℓɛ
Bruce | x

Δℓρнα Ғɛмαℓɛ
reserved for Bruce's mate

βɛтα Ѧαℓɛ
reserved for Nimble Prosperity's mate

βɛтα Ғɛмαℓɛ
Nimble Prosperity | x

Ɖɛℓтα Ѧαℓɛ
open

Ɖɛℓтα Ғɛмαℓɛ
open

Ѳяαcℓɛ
Siren | x

Ѳяαcℓɛ αρρяɛитιcɛ
Dezerae | x

˩ɛα∂ Ƨcσʋт
Kali | x

Ƨcσʋтƨ
Demetri | x
Danica | x
Jake | x

Ƨcσʋт Ƭяαιиɛɛƨ
Alysia | x
Mateus | x

˩ɛα∂ Яαι∂ɛя
Okami | x

Яαι∂ɛяƨ
Bailey | x
Lyra | x
Bast | x

Яαι∂ɛя Ƭяαιиɛɛƨ
Zach | x
Cheyenne | x

Ѳмɛɢαƨ
Niall | x
Magpie | x

[ Population count : 18 ]

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A → B - Male has a crush on female
A ← B- Female has a crush on male
A ←→ B - Male and female both have crushes on each other
A ♥ B- they are mates

Bruce ← Kali

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Ƭнɛ Pʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄʏ

"We only have so long that we can push through, until the prophecy is revealed to us.
- Alice, deceased raider

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{ Nekokami } { Bruce } { male } { determined }

Ƭнɛ βαƨιcƨ--

ʋƨɛяиαмɛ } Destonation

иαмɛ } Bruce

иιcκиαмɛ } Ruce, Rucey

βяɛɛ∂ } German Shepard

ɢɛи∂ɛя } Male

αɢɛ } Four years


Ƭнɛ ˩σσκƨ --

нɛιɢнт } 26 inches

ωɛιɢнт } 87 pounds

ɛʏɛ cσℓσя } Dark brown

ρɛℓт } Black as night, Bruce's pelt is not usually what you would expect on a German Shepard. His pelt is neither fluffy, nor is it pin-straight, but it is just a nice blend of the two, seeming as if it moves with his body. His pelt is often dirty, but it is usually not noticeable since it is black.

вʋιℓ∂ } Strong, yet sleek. He has many muscles from his training to be a Raider in the past, but he was born with a weak back left leg, but he has been able to mostly work around it. However, when it is injured it takes a long time to heal and he could be limping for days, weeks, or even months.

∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ } His pure black pelt, on a German Shepard it is quite uncommon.

Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --

cяʋƨн } open

мαтɛ } open

ғαмιℓʏ } Tomas - father {grandson of Alonzo/deceased}, Kate - mother {deceased}, Kit -sister {deceased}, Bo - brother {deceased}, Penni - sister {deceased}, Yani - sister {unknown}


Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ } Bruce is a determined dog, that would be the best way to describe him. When he became alpha, he knew he would have to do everything possible to protect the pack, to make sure that they were able to keep themselves in the shadows. Even though he knows he was blessed to be able to protect the pack who had raised him so well, he is determined to rid his pack of the curse that has burdened them for centuries. As a young pup he was always skeptical of a prophecy coming, but as he grew older and more mature, he realized that the prophecy was something that the pack could not last for long without it because he knew that everyone was getting tired of having to hide from the world.

Although determined in many areas, he is a patient wolf who doesn't jump to conclusions about anything, because he knows that it can lead to more problems. He also has never told anyone this, but he was a very slow to learn things as a pup, therefore this lead him to being very patient with others no matter what age. Currently he now learns at a normal pace, not too fast, not too slow, but as a pup he did have these problems.

Open to ideas, he is never the one who thinks that his ideas are the only ideas are the only ones that are good. He is often the one who isn't supportive of his own ideas and underestimates everything that he can or can't do. Even so, this doesn't stop him from trying to do whatever he can to help anyone he can. Also, he loves being social, being around other dogs and getting to know all of his packmates. Even if none of them are the same breed, size or shape he thinks that they are all a family, and families stick together.

нιƨтσяʏ } Born to the alpha and alphess, this pack is the only home he has ever known. He never truly had any friends because he was always afraid that everyone would be an outsider, and he didn't understand the concept of a pack until he was around six months old and by this point it was his patient mentor who helped him. It took him much longer than most to become a raider, but before he turned two years old, he finally became a raider. Even though it was more difficult for him to learn everything, he always stuck with whatever he did, and he and his mentor often had very late nights because Bruce would not leave until he understood.

His brothers and sisters used to always tease him about this, but Bruce really did not give them any mind. When he was a year old, his older brother Bo and younger sister Kit both fell off the George Washington Bridge and drowned. You might think him cruel for this, but he did not cry very much when he learned this, as they had both been the ones of his siblings who had been the worst to him. They had made fun of him, ganged up on him and fought him, and were always getting him in trouble for everything and anything that they had done wrong. However, he had his two older sisters who wasn't mean to him left, Penni and Yani.

Yani was disgraced from the pack a short time later, and by the power of the Oracle all her ties to the pack were destroyed and she was sent to live on her own in exile. He was never told what she did that was horrible enough to force the pack to erase all her memory of them and break their ties to her. Finally he only had his parents and Penni left, and Penni soon became cocky with her abilities and was killed by animal control. His parents died of old age a year apart from each other. When he turned three and a half years old he was given the title of Alpha, and he has upheld that position ever since.

While some might think that this is a depressing amount of loss for one to go to in such a short time, but every time a family member of his was lost he remembered what about them always made him smile, and in this way he never seriously cried over the loss of any of his siblings. A few tears might have been shed, but never waterfalls. Coming back to his determination, he was determined always to look at the positive sides of things, rather than the negatives. What he often does during the night he comes out from under whatever bridge he is taking refuge under for that night and sit down, listening and feeling whatever weather is going on around him.

"When I'm gone, remember who I was. Not who I wasn't.
- Yani to Bruce the day before she was banished.



ℓικɛƨ } • the forthcoming prophecy
• the shadows
• the little moving picture screen
• water
• lightening
• rain
• storms
• pups

∂ιƨℓικɛƨ } • humans
• outsiders, unless they are under the spell. because if they see one of the pack, they would have to kill them.
• weapons
• open spaces


ғɛαяƨ } • the open
• animal control

Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --

яαиκ } Alpha Male

σтнɛя } None

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{ Nekokami } { Alysia } { female } { cunning }

Ƭнɛ βαƨιcƨ--

ʋƨɛяиαмɛ } Destonation

иαмɛ } Alysia

иιcκиαмɛ } Ally

βяɛɛ∂ } Border Collie

ɢɛи∂ɛя } Female

αɢɛ } 5 months


Ƭнɛ ˩σσκƨ --

нɛιɢнт } Around 10 inches

ωɛιɢнт } Approx. 8 pounds, grows very rapidly, however.

ɛʏɛ cσℓσя } Light blue

ρɛℓт } Her pelt is both a mixture of black and white. Both of her ears are black, and the black area comes down over her left ear which then melds into the white of almost the entire rest of her pelt. Then when you get down to her rump, it begins again and goes onto her left leg, ending at the paw, and then it covers her tail but ends at the very tip leaving a small spot of white. Her pelt is very soft, and it is beginning to poof out at the sides of her face and rest of her body. Her pelt grows very slowly, so it will be a while until it grows.

вʋιℓ∂ } Small, and not very strong yet. However, she has leg muscles that are developing very quickly. The rest of her muscles have not begun to develop yet, since she has only just began being an apprentice.

∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ } Her uber-fluffy ears


Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --

cяʋƨн } None, yet

мαтɛ } Not until she gets older

ғαмιℓʏ } She doesn't know who any of them are, she was separated from them all at birth.


Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ } Cunning. That would be the way that you would describe this young one. She is quick and nimble on her feet, and even though she is still a scout apprentice she is always practicing, even when she isn't with her mentor. She is very clever with her words, and is many times saying things sarcastically or non-literally. She is sneaky as well, and gets away with many things because she is good at making up believable excuses on the spot. She is good at lying, and even though this isn't her best trait, she can use it to her advantage sometimes.

Quick to act on impulse, but even so she knows where her limits stop and start. She lived on the streets before she was overcome by 'the spell' so in her short life, she has had many situations where she knew that she could win, so she fought, and situations where she knew she had no chance, so she either managed to talk her way out of it, or she would run.

Alysia is not very social, but she is known to go up to dogs and talk if she feels the need to or she sees they might be having an off day. She doesn't like it when others are down in the dumps, so she always tries to help, and although she might not be successful she knows she tried.


нιƨтσяʏ } Born in a puppy mill, she was taken from her parents and siblings before she could even open her eyes. She was sold to a family who loved her for a very short amount of time, and then lost interest in her entirely. From the time she was about five weeks old, she had to figure out how to get her own food and usually had to find ways to get into cabinets or other places, which would get her hit. Hit. Exactly what the word insinuates. She was hit with a belt every time she did something she was supposed to do, and her life was a living jailhouse.

Eventually her family grew tired of her entirely, and stopped feeding her and giving her water, regardless of the amount of money they had spent on her not five weeks ago. They drove her out into Harlem, let her out and bolted as fast as they could. Having no way to trace herself back home, not even a collar, she wandered the streets before she was taken in by some more experienced dogs, and by the time she was two months old she knew the ways of the street like the back of her paw. She had learned how to kill even though she was smaller than most dogs, and she knew how to stand her own in a fight. This begin said, however, she learned her limits very fast. She was in multiple instances where she tried to fight but became injured because she was no match for her opponent.

After living a life where friends die almost every other day, and stealing is the only way you get food, she felt something that she had only thought was myth, 'the spell' had her under it's shroud of mystery and although she hadn't known it at the time it must have been one of the elders who had taught her how to fend for herself. She didn't know what had befallen upon her at first, but she was soon caught up as she learned another way to live. A way where you stayed in the shadows, or it lead to your own, and others, downfall.

"Who am I to say what the proper way to live is? I mean, I know three ways to live, and I'm only five months old!
- Alysia

ℓικɛƨ } • learning
• experience
• speed
• the pups inside the pack
• being young
• creativeness

∂ιƨℓικɛƨ } • barbed wire
• looking at life in black and white
• sugar-coating things
• pain
• the thought of growing up

ғɛαяƨ } •small spaces
• outsiders, she doesn't want to put others through this as well

Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --

яαиκ } Scout apprentice

σтнɛя } She needs a mentor/mentor group. o3o

[Destonation]

(( Open for posting / joining while I finish my characters. o3o ))

[enigma.]

{ InsanityIsGenius } { Siren } { Female|Fae } { Wise }

Ƭнɛ βαƨιcƨ--

ʋƨɛяиαмɛ } InsanityIsGenius

иαмɛ } ”My name is Siren.”

иιcκиαмɛ } ”None, I prefer Siren thank you very much!”

βяɛɛ∂ } ”I am a Belgian shepherd.”

ɢɛи∂ɛя } ”I am a female!”

αɢɛ }”I am four years of age.”


Ƭнɛ ˩σσκƨ --

нɛιɢнт } ”I stand at 23 inches at my shoulder.”

ωɛιɢнт } ”I am only 60 pounds.”

ɛʏɛ cσℓσя } ”My eyes are a striking yellow.”

ρɛℓт } She has the typical black coat. It is long and straight, it hangs from her body in almost every place. Although it tends to get dirty frequently it always remains sleek and shiny, often glinting in the sun. Although in the light the top of her back tends to look chocolate brown.

вʋιℓ∂ }Although she is thin she does have the typical muscled body of Belgian shepherds. Her skin is tight and her body is well proportioned. Over time she has become a little more thin but manages to keep in a good weight.

∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ } Any distinctive feature would probably be her eyes. Even for a dog they are a striking, vibrant yellow.


Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --

cяʋƨн }”I do not have time for foolishness.”

мαтɛ } ”No! Even the idea of it gets in the way of work.”

ғαмιℓʏ } Billi|Mother|Deceased
Norma Jean|Sister|Deceased
Rosco|Brother|Unknown


Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ } Siren isn't your typical four year old dog. She is quite wise, her sentences often long and filled with knowing words. She often scolds others for thinking of things that will never be or who waste their time daydreaming. She sees no point in it! Why not carry on with what is possible instead of thinking of the impossible! She has a good head on her shoulders and is never afraid to say what is on her mind. The fae does not dwell in 'love'. She once did but her past made her stop that yet no one has ever seemed to figure it out. She never talks about that, her past. She is often secretive about it and closes up when someone asks about it. Other then this the fae can be quite nice and is always an intersting person to speak with. She doesn't really have much of a temper, she often just stops talking to those who bother her.

нιƨтσяʏ } Four years ago a mother dog laid down and had her pups. The litter was small, containing two females and a single male. This happened on the streets and the life was hard. The father to the pups had long ago died and the mother struggled to keep the family fed. Time passed and the pups learned to walk. There was Rosco the leader, Norma Jean the energetic, and Siren the wise. They worked as a team and soon enough became better. But Rosco began getting crueler and often snapped and attacked the three. One day he went to far and struck Billie, the mother, in the jugglar. Sentencing her to death. This happened and Siren snapped, slashing her claws deep into his face, a movement that in the small family meant for one to leave and never return. But Rosco carried out the action with protest, knowing that against Siren, battling was no use. As Siren watched Rosco leave for the last time she turned to her sister who stood frozen staring at her with fearful eyes. "You're a monster..." She mumbled. For a while Siren argued but then Norma Jean told her of what she had said, though the words were never remembered. One day while looking for food Norma Jean was hit by a car and killed. All alone Siren travelled by herself, being pulled by some force towards some unknown place. This place was where she is now, the pack that has offered a home along with a curse. Ever since she arrived she has been learning to master 'the sight' and explore the depths of this power. She has also slowly been remembering what it was that she has said to Rosco so long ago. 'The Sight' changed her making her more aware of everything that happened, fearful that one day she may see a prophecy that could mean the end.

ℓικɛƨ } -Intelligent conversations
-Quiet
-Thinking

∂ιƨℓικɛƨ } -People who only think of what won't happen
-Her past

ғɛαяƨ } -Being left alone
-Seeing a prophecy containing death

Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --

яαиκ } "I am the Oracle."

σтнɛя }"No, it has all been covered."

{ InsanityIsGenius } { Demetri } { Male } { Energetic }

Ƭнɛ βαƨιcƨ--

ʋƨɛяиαмɛ } InsanityIsGenius

иαмɛ } "I am Demetri."

иιcκиαмɛ } "None have stuck so far."

βяɛɛ∂ } "I am an australian shepherd."

ɢɛи∂ɛя } "Male!"

αɢɛ }"I am currently three years old."


Ƭнɛ ˩σσκƨ --

нɛιɢнт } "At the shoulder I stand at 20 inches."

ωɛιɢнт } "I am 65 pounds and happy about it!"

ɛʏɛ cσℓσя } "They are a nice chocolate brown."

ρɛℓт } His fur is a nice blue merle with fewer black markings then most dogs. It is more grey with a small mixture of tan involved. Although it may look thick it isn't really, he rarely sheds a lot. But still it is soft yet not very shiny.

вʋιℓ∂ }Demetri has a runner's build. His legs are long and made for running while he does carry a bit of muscle. His body is thin though if you press against him he is hard where the muscle lies just beneath his skin.

∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ }He doesn't really have any except for his one torn ear. His left one has a missing tip.


Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --

cяʋƨн }"Currently none!"
мαтɛ } "Maybe one day!"

ғαмιℓʏ } Toro|Father|Unknown
Bubbles|Mother|Unknown
Love|Sister|Unknown
Donny|Brother|Unknown
Cyrptonie|Brother|Unknown


Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ } Demetri is pretty easy to describe. He is energetic and always ready to get moving or go somewhere. An adventorous three year old he is. The dog doesn't have much sense of what he shouldn't do, he was never really taught after all. This young dog is mischecvious and always ready to pull a prank or mess around with the pups. His eyes have this really bright sparkle in them that gets others attention. He is always nice to anyone no matter what their rank. He feels everyone should be treated equally and ranks are just a burden. The dog is easy to get along with due to his laid back, carefree nature. But he does have a bit of a temper. It doesn't take much to set him off.

нιƨтσяʏ } Demetri hasn't had a very exciting history but here it is. Demetri was born on a ranch, his whole family had always been herders and a few had even competed. They worked easily day after day carrying out their duties of moving sheep and cattle. Demetri and his brothers and sister worked together often on finding new and exciting ways of getting into trouble and acting like pups. One year a drought hit where they lived, in agreement every farmer's cattle was brought to the ranch Demetri lived. He and his siblings and occasionally his parents worked hard to keep all the animals in order. But one day Demetri's unexperinced sister nipped a little too hard at one of them. They whole group of cows began to stampede right towards Demetri. He ran for his life but couldn't find a way to get free. So when he crossed under the fence he didn't stop, his long legs just carried him farther and farther till he ended up in the city and found this place.

ℓικɛƨ } -Herding
-Talking
-Joking around
-Having fun
-Pups

∂ιƨℓικɛƨ } -Stuck-up dogs
-Boring dogs
-Having nothing to do

ғɛαяƨ } -Stampedes
-Getting run over by anything

Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --

яαиκ } "I am a scout."

σтнɛя }"No thank you!"