Tainted Blood (Semi-Lit Zombie Dog RP) OPEN

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The time for violence is upon us. The humans tried their best to fix what little error they had and what they made for themselves turned against them. It attacked their cells, torn at their skin and mangled their brains. We canines were left with little hope as our owners, the ones we previously loved so much, turned against us. They tore into us like a meal and sent their own corruption into our bloodstream, leaving us mangled, hurt, and diseased. Our wounds never healed and food didn't sit in our stomaches.

We formed a band though, under the leadership of Kail; the first of our kind. Kail led us to victory and we had all the humans wiped from our turf. We reigned supreme and there wasn't a soul that would dare to test us. We ran these dirty, deserted New York streets with mindless pride and a beautiful bloodlust.

Then the Clean invaded our territory like they could heal us. Most of them came in preaching about how we could still be saved and their leader, Shipley, tried to discuss an agreement with Kail. The diseased Kail wouldn't have it though and they two tore at each other. The Clean ran away with their tails between their legs and some of our kind on their ankles while Kail and Shipley bleed out.

Neither leader survived; Shipley's wounds were to severe and Kain was dealt a fatal blow to the brain. Our band broke apart, afraid of a new leader but occasionally you can see our kind gathering together. We all still have one common goal; to bring the Clean down and we're willing to work together to get to that goal.

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All CS Rules
You guys know these! If you don't then I suggest you read them!

Semi-Lit
I expect a good 10 sentences per post minimum, rather then the usual 5. I want this RP to keep a rather high word count. I enjoy longer posts and reading good writing! So keep up with good grammar and what not!

Gender/Distribution
Please, please, please keep the genders even! I don't want this overrun by males or females! Also, try not to use to many of the same breeds! Vary in size, color, etc.

Lack of Brains
Everyone is only allowed one zombie dog! You can have two or three Clean dogs if you so wish though. I'd like this to look as if the Cleans have more hope simply because of how bloodthirsty the zombies are.

Realism
Let's try and keep this a realistic as possible. I understand that zombies are realistic, but I don't want odd fur color or powers. Zombie dogs aren't unusually strong, they just like killing. In fact they enjoy killing. A lot.

Genre
Let's try and remember that this is a WAR RP. I don't expect much romance, though there will be some here and there. I just don't want the main focus to be your two dog's love for each other. Also, no zombie x clean couples. That'd just be weird.

Tag Teams
I will not have much patience for people that decided to post 3 pages with just the two of them. Get out and interact! I want everyone to be having fun rather then just two people! Remember, the Clean dogs are all together and for the most part, so are the zombies! Don't leave anyone out of this!

Character Count
I'd prefer everyone keeps themselves to two to three characters. I feel like trying to keep up with four characters is just a bit too much.

Norms
I expect there to be a good amount of generosity around when OOC. I won't put up with arguments or bickering. Nor will I deal with whole conversations going on OOC; take it to PMs. If someone asks for a recap, try and give one! Just be nice, guys.

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Terrance - Adult - Male - Zmija
Keloni - Adult - Female - Skellington.

Jazz - Puppy - Female - Zmija
Eve - Puppy - Female - Skellington.

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[size=85][b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] (Senior, Adult, or Puppy? Not exact years.)
[b]Breed:[/b] [/size]

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[size=85][b]Who Created You:[/b] (Who tainted you? A beloved owner, a dog-friend, perhaps a tainted cat scratched you? Get creative! This doesn't need to be horribly long.)
[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] (A nice detailed description of anything that might not be seen in the picture above.)[/size]

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[size=85][b]Personality:[/b] (Good old personality! Hit me with your best writing here! I'll be judging based on this!)
[b]Likes:[/b] (I don't have a requirement on how many.. Whatevs.)
[b]Dislikes:[/b] (^^^)
[b]Killings:[/b] (Did you kill your owner? Any family members? Friends? Or just random cats/mice/etc. you found?)

[b]Anything else you'd like to say?[/b]
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[size=85][b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] (Senior, Adult, or Puppy? Not exact years.)
[b]Breed:[/b] [/size]

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[size=85][b]What Made You Travel To New York:[/b] (A friend? Lost family? Refuge with the other Clean ones?)
[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] (A nice detailed description of anything that might not be seen in the picture above.)

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[b]Personality:[/b] (Good old personality! Hit me with your best writing here! I'll be judging based on this!)
[b]Likes:[/b] (I don't have a requirement on how many.. Whatevs.)
[b]Dislikes:[/b] (^^^)
[b]Good Deeds:[/b] (Have you saved anyone? Purged a town? Fed the hungry? Robin Hood?)

[b]Anything else you'd like to say?[/b]
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Name: Terrance
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breed: Dalmatian


Who Created You: Terrance didn't have a home, otherwise I'm sure his owner wouldn't have enjoyed his company. The large dalmatian was simply out, wondering the streets when he came around a man that he visited almost daily. This was as close to an owner as Terrance could get, for the man gave him food and stroked his head when Terrance would allow it, but that day something was different. The man's eyes were bloodshot and his skin was oddly pale. Terrance took note of this and approached with caution, but a stray cat managed to distract him and he wasn't able to move to the side when the homeless man lurch toward him and dug into his shoulder.

Physical Appearance: Terrance is a large dalmatian with splendid posture. He holds his head high and his now bloodshot, dark eyes always hold a regal look. The blue collar around his neck is blood-stained and frayed and the dog often scratches at it in annoyance. The disease itself took Terrance's left ear entirely as well as unhinged his jaw. The left half of his jaw flops about as he talks and it sometimes, rarely, effects his speech. The toes on Terrance's back left foot are exposed down to the bone and the tip of his tail is exposed as well. Normally his jaws are stained red, as are his front two paws. Other then that, Terrance appears to be a normal dog.


Personality: Terrance is more of a bully's sidekick then an actual bully. He's rather dense and is more of a, "charge without thinking" kind of dog. His bloodlust very frequently gets the best of him and he'll occasionally dash off to the side to chase after a cat or a rat. Even through all of this though, Terrance can pull off a very demanding, terrifying first impression. He has a habit of carrying himself like a king and acting as if he owns the world which, for the most part, isn't a bad thing. It is a bad thing, however, when Terrance runs into a dog that is more of a king then he is. More often then not, Terrance doesn't exactly see when someone could tear his throat out until they're on top of him, snarling in his face. When this happens, for it happens often, Terrance tends to laugh nervously and offer up some kind of work as payment for his awful attitude.

Likes: Not having to eat, tracking things down, killing cats, being in a group.
Dislikes: His collar, being alone, being in charge, thinking.
Killings: For the most part Terrance only kills small cats and rats, but he has killed a few other dogs. One was a small dog that would constantly annoy Terrance before the disease hit, another was a part of Kail's band that got on Terrance's bad side. It was a surprise when Terrance took this dog down, as he was smaller and weaker.

Anything else you'd like to say?
Nope! Everything about Terrance is here!

Name: Jazz
Gender: Female
Age: Puppy
Breed: Mutt


What Made You Travel To New York: Jazz's family left her and she was alone before the Clean dogs found her. She was terrified of being alone and hopped in to go to New York. She had nothing better to do anyways and was looking for someone to call her best friend.

Physical Appearance: Jazz is what you'd expect of a puppy; long lanky legs that don't match her body. She has yet to fill out and still tromps around, moving with her front paws going higher then necessary in the air. Her ears never perk all the way up and rather sit against her head with her wavy fur tickling the sides of her skull. Her tail is long and curls back over onto her back much like that of a chow-chow. Her fur is nothing special; just a dark brown with a black snout. There is one peculiarity about Jazz and that is the long scar that runs down her right haunch.


Personality: Jazz is just like any other puppy. She's very talkative and scares extremely easily. The girl can't stand being alone and clings to other dogs quickly, even if they don't enjoy her company. Jazz doesn't understand sarcasm very well and often finds herself leaving others because she believes they don't want her there when in all reality, they were just joking with her. She also has a very big ego for being a puppy; she believes she'll be the one to save the world from the zombie infestation and will be the only one left standing after everyone else was stupid and charged. More often then not Jazz will bring this up in conversation and laugh at others when they say something about either success or failure in fighting the zombies back.

Likes: Her tail, other dogs, talking, being happy, rain, laughing.
Dislikes: Being alone, sarcasm, sorrow, zombies, New York.
Good Deeds: Jazz hasn't done anything remarkable, nor does she think she ever will.

Anything else you'd like to say?
Nope!

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[Currently a WIP]

Name:
Fester
Gender:
Male
Age:
Adult
Breed:



Who Created You:

Physical Appearance: (A nice detailed description of anything that might not be seen in the picture above.)


Personality: (Good old personality! Hit me with your best writing here! I'll be judging based on this!)
Likes: (I don't have a requirement on how many.. Whatevs.)
Dislikes: (^^^)
Killings: (Did you kill your owner? Any family members? Friends? Or just random cats/mice/etc. you found?)

Anything else you'd like to say?
--Type this answer here, rather then next to the question--

Name:
Da Vinci ; Vincent, Vince
Gender:
Male
Age:
Adult
Breed:
Dobermann/Unknown mix


What Made You Travel To New York:
His old neighbourhood was pretty much overrun with the infected dogs so he went to take refuge with the clean group.

Physical Appearance:
Vincent, well, he's not exactly your common stray. This dog was formerly a loved house pet. As he's new to the whole 'survival of the fittest' lifestyle, his coat still maintains a sleek, cared for appearance, though is flecked with mud and small gashes around his muzzle and legs. His overall pelt colouring is common to that of a doberman's, being the traditional black and tan. Another common feature between him and his ancestors is his tall, lanky figure. The main muscular areas are around his shoulders and quarters, with his torso and limbs being rather lean. However, the telltale signs of his crossbred heritage are his twisted tail and kinked ears.


Personality: (Good old personality! Hit me with your best writing here! I'll be judging based on this!)
Likes: (I don't have a requirement on how many.. Whatevs.)
Dislikes: (^^^)
Good Deeds: (Have you saved anyone? Purged a town? Fed the hungry? Robin Hood?)

Anything else you'd like to say?
--Type this answer here, rather then next to the question--

Name:
Gender:
Age: (Senior, Adult, or Puppy? Not exact years.)
Breed:


What Made You Travel To New York: (A friend? Lost family? Refuge with the other Clean ones?)
Physical Appearance: (A nice detailed description of anything that might not be seen in the picture above.)


Personality: (Good old personality! Hit me with your best writing here! I'll be judging based on this!)
Likes: (I don't have a requirement on how many.. Whatevs.)
Dislikes: (^^^)
Good Deeds: (Have you saved anyone? Purged a town? Fed the hungry? Robin Hood?)

Anything else you'd like to say?
--Type this answer here, rather then next to the question--

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Name: Keloni.
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breed: Red Husky


Who Created You: Keloni did have an owner, don't think otherwise, but her owner wasn't the one that had tainted her, but you could say it was partly their fault. Her owner let her outside one day, and being curious as she always was, Keloni went out to explore the territory outside of the gates that set a certain area for her. Managing to dig a hole under her gates, she slipped into the world she considered wild, the world that lay outside the safety of her home. Walking around, Keloni mentioned to get lost, and soon she found herself surrounded by rats. Usually, a large husky like herself could take care of one or two with no problem, but something was different. They seemed to go wave over wave, their eyes a stronger color then the usual. They acted, well, rabid, and overwhelmed Keloni, biting into her flesh and infecting her along the way. She managed to get away, but it was too late, she was already infected, and beyond hope.

Physical Appearance: Keloni has a hunched back look to her, as she's always slouching close to the ground. Her face has that regal and loyal look to it, but it's hard to think of it as so now that one of her eyes are missing, both ears haves cuts and pieces missing, and several scars surround her face, like the rest of her body. You won't be able to tell any of this in the picture, as it's an "untainted" version of her. Half of her tell is missing, and one of her legs seem to be out of joint, making cracking noises as she walks. One of her rips stick out of her side slightly, and if she feels it, she doesn't show any sign of it. Other then that, she looks like what an average husky would.


Personality: Keloni used to be quite nice, loving, and caring, but as the infection tainted her appearance, it also tainted parts of her personality as well. No longer the nice dog she was, she's cold and calculating, and in all truth doesn't give a crap about how other's feel unless the creature in question is important or of use to her. She doesn't love the way she used to, in fact, when she hears mention of it, she's tempted to spit on whomever was talking about the lovey-dovey feeling. Though, the one thing that didn't change was her desire to care for those extremely close to her. Probably because if they managed to befriend her in her blood thirsty state, they've earned some respect from her, which she treats highly. Respect is a big thing for her, and she likes to be on top, and, well, if anything gets in her way she'll probably get quite angry. She's a sore loser as well, sounding like your classic villain. Though, she thinks of herself highly, and often overestimates herself, thinking she's more powerful then she actually is. Keloni doesn't like being around other's much, so she tends to keep to the shadows, herself, and maybe the few select others she would hang around with. If big fights start to go down, she often let's others do the fighting for her, and she has an odd and twisted way of thinking about it. If she were human, and not infected, she'd be the perfect dictator with her personality.

Likes: Killing, the stars, respect, loyalty, herself, getting dirty.
Dislikes: Love, other creatures, rats, humans, goody-two-shoes, those who get in her way.
Killings: Shortly after being infected and her appearance and personality changing, she went off to get revenge. She blamed her owner, so she killed him, and she killed any rats, cats, and even other dogs that got in her way while she rampaged throughout the place she called her territory. So she's killed many things.

Anything else you'd like to say?
--I keep Chicken Smoothie open at all times, so I may appear online when I'm really not. I also, for some reason, have an inability to role-play male characters.--

Name: Eve
Gender: Female
Age: Puppy
Breed: Crossbreed


What Made You Travel To New York: Her family had gone with the Clean ones, and so of course she followed. She was too young to understand, but she followed her parents loyally. Then, they were killed by tainted dogs, and she was left with the Clean ones, who then were already at/headed for New York.

Physical Appearance: Eve is still young, and has yet to grow into the large size that's she's supposed to. Her legs are lanky, and of course her eyes are wide and young, ready to examine the world around her. One of her ears are always pointed upwards, as if it's alert and ready to detect danger, and the other one is flopped down, seemingly relaxed. Her white fur has some tangles here and there, and is reduced to a grey because of the filth she's been around. When not moving, her tail curls up to her back, but when it's moving or she's concentrated, it'll straighten out. Her paws seem a little too big for her, so she often trips over herself, but what would you expect from a puppy?


Personality: Eve, despite her being a puppy, is remarkably brave, or at least she pretends to be. She likes to be out helping others, even though there isn't much she can do but go get a bigger dog. She's extremely trusting, so when it's betrayed you can imagine how hurt she'll be. Eve has a hard time letting go of her emotions, and so when she's angry or sad she'll let everyone know one way or another. But that also means when she's happy, she'll make sure others know and try to pass on the good feeling to them as well. She hates being alone, so she'll take any company she can find, as long as it's friendly do her. Despite her being brave, she likes to sit out sometimes on the side lines and let others do the saving, she thinks that if she went out and tried there's a possibility something may go wrong, so she usually won't try any daring heroics unless she has someone with her. Another thing is that she's scared of the dark, and so at that time is where she's her most paranoid and timid. Yes, she's very paranoid, superstitious too, which aren't very good qualities, but they're something. You can't expect much from a puppy so young, but she tries to please everyone as much as possible.

Likes: Day time, flowers, happiness, nice creatures, friends, grassy areas, and being around others.
Dislikes: Being along, night time, dead things, sadness, anger, denial, and failure.
Good Deeds: She helped a bird find it's family once, but that's the biggest deed she's ever done so far.

Anything else you'd like to say?
--First form. :3--

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Both accepted, Skellington! I can see Jazz being all over Eve. :3 Tehee!

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Bummmmp!