[ Kingdom Come ] (Invite Only)

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The sickness came seven months ago. A deadly flu that was a troublesome factor for all doctors worldwide, it was a strange oncoming of a disease, and most of the world was infected with it. They came to the realization that it was an extensive (and fatal) form of radiation sickness. Within a few weeks the world’s population had decreased by 4.3 billion, and it kept on going down... fast. Soon there was nothing that could be done, no medication, nothing just the sweet release from this life. Two weeks ago the last humans died, now the world was left abandoned, cold, and alone.... Well, mostly.

Canines. Yes, canines were immune to the sickness, the radiation did nothing to them, they managed to thrive on. Though some of them went insane from the sudden collapse of the human race, and became ruthless killers, savages, hellbent on destroying all that dared oppose them. These beasts were known as the “Tainted Ones” the ones who no longer saw the reality in their actions, and were turning into mindless beasts. All dogs knew to avoid these, and they usually grouped up in small packs or hoards to make sure that they would be protected from everything that the Tainted opposed. There was fear growing, fear that they would all turn into these monsters and that there would be no hope for them, that the world was really lost. But as all, where you find darkness you find a light.

Those dogs who had the mental capability to ignore the taint began to grow smarter, faster, stronger. They didn't hold the natural instinct that all dogs had, they could now speak, and were able to feel more than basic emotions. They were starting to turn into four-legged furry humans. Though whether this is a good or bad thing is yet to be known, as now the dogs started to know more of what was happening, and they were starting to learn that the world was now theirs. That they were now the most powerful animals in the world, and that they were on top of the food chain. Still, they knew that before that they could get ahead of themselves they would have to do something about the Tainted Ones. That those who didn't have their new found minds were still a threat, and that they could easily wipe them out. So what would they have to do?

Some dogs posed an attack on those who were tainted, though others thought that this wouldn't be a good plan, that the Tainted Ones would overwhelm them, that running into this would be the same as committing suicide. As the Tainted were starting to turn into more ghoulish monsters than dogs, with sharp claws and glowing eyes, clearly the radiation was affecting them - but in a bad way. Now the dogs are arguing over what will happen with the Tainted Ones, if they can defeat them or not. If there’s in hope in thinking that they will be able to, or if this is just a waste of time altogether. But whatever they decide with they’ll need to come up with something fast as the Tainted Ones are growing more powerful and deadly with each passing day, and that if they really don’t do anything that hope will end up truly being lost....

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As you can probably guess the world is kind of.. well, it’s in a mess. The Tainted Ones grew aggressive and destroyed cars, houses, which led to many massive spread fires. Our roleplay takes place in one of the most well known cities in the world - New York. Much is destroyed, and there’s hardly any beauty left in the city. Even dogs who were not tainted grew reckless and did a lot of damage. The few buildings that are still in tack are used for the dogs that are trying to decide what will happen in their newfound world, and how their going to handle it all. So most dogs who weren’t deemed important enough, or didn’t really care enough now live on the streets. Some of the dogs still have their original homes, but most don’t, and if they live in a house it was owned by a total stranger to them. Some of the dogs have gotten desperate enough to sleep in burned down houses to avoid being in the streets where they are most likely to be attacked during the night.

Some of the parks are still in use, but even those that are, are now filled with trash from knocked over bins that have flowed through some of the wind. That’s why even if you find a good pond or pool there’s most likely a lot of trash and dirt in it. The only water that is used for drinking is from the sinks in houses, the dogs have learned how to operate the sinks by using various objects to help them. Food usually comes from whatever they can find, there is still a lot of things that are able to be eaten, however a lot of stuff is also spoiled and overdate and so when dogs would eat it they would become sick. Which is the last thing that they believe that they need right now. But they hope that something will happen before they have to resort to eating veggies and fruits.

The weather is usually overcast or rainy, however on somedays it can only be a mild fog, sunny days don’t really happen anymore, and haven’t for a few months before the humans were wiped out. When it rains- it pours nonstop for hours upon hours, and usually this will occur once or twice a week. Some dogs are now smart enough to put their water bowls underneath the rain outside so they have good useable water that doesn’t have a risk of being poisonous. But most haven’t grasped onto this yet.

Really the world is a turmoil destructive zone, and not somewhere in which life would like to be. It’s difficult and very dangerous for the dogs to be here, but there is no where else for them to turn.

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Dog's Name | Age | Gender | Player / User

• Inferno | 3 Yrs. | Female | Notorious.
• Exodus | 5 Yrs. | Male | Notorious.

• Carmen | 4 Yrs. | Female | -Banana-
• Exicio | 5 Yrs. | Male | -Banana-

• Larka | 5 Yrs. | Female | Iberian Lynx
• Shayde | 6 Yrs. | Male | Iberian Lynx

• Asto | 2 Yrs. | Male | Folly + Zmija
• Folly | 4 Yrs. | Female | Folly + Zmija

• Maggie | 5 Yrs. | Female | glittermousebb
• Luke | 6 Yrs. | Male | glittermousebb

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|•| This is a literate roleplay, meaning that there is a four - five paragraph minimum. This also means that you need to have good grammar and spelling. Also because of this do not feel bad if you do not get accepted into this roleplay. It did take me awhile to become literate and confident in my skills. If you are literate and sure of it make sure to use your skills in this roleplay.

|•| Two character maximum. One male, one female. I will not budge on this point at all. You may join with just one character. However you will have a five - seven day period afterwards in which you'll have to make an character(s) of the other gender, or your characters will be removed. Also there may be no wolf hybrids, or anything containing wolf blood, I will not accept them on the grounds this that is a dog roleplay.

|•| Please only join if you intend to be active and contribute. I know that we all have personal crisis's in our lives, or sometimes just have no access to the internet, but please notify me if this is happening to you. If you do not post with six days (without notice) your characters will be put under "frozen" you will get a PM notifying you of this, and if you do not respond in twenty four hours, you characters will be taken from the roleplay.

|•| You may not make your own characters be mates, neither will I allow there to be any pregnant females when the roleplay is opened. I've noticed that when someone sees that there can be a pregnant female, even if there's only one or two, everyone wants to make one. This will not change, so do not ask me if you are able to do so, because you will not be allowed. With that being said if a female becomes pregnant over the course of the roleplay you must make it realistic and last awhile. It doesn't happen overnight.

|•| Character's may die, however please contact me and the person who's dog will be killed with permission first. (More so the other person, but I'd still like to be informed.) The whole group will control NPC's, but that doesn't mean your dog can kill them all. Your dog is not all powerful, and the radiation did not give them superpowers or anything of the sort. This means your dogs can still get sick, injured, and die.

|•| All CS rules apply to this roleplay - if you don't know them you must become familiar with them before joining here.

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You are free to create your own bio. However add the basics (Name, age, gender, etc...) Also make sure that you add the character's persona and whatnot. Also making sure that you add their picture or a very detailed description; this makes it easier for me (and the other players) to visualize your character. As for anything else, be sure to do whatever you see fit.

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Name: The Great Inferno. (c) (Goes by Inferno.)
Age: 3 Yrs.
Gender: Female.
Breed: German Shepherd Dog. (GSD)

Personality: Have you ever felt the rush of adrenaline, pumping through you, as you throw yourself into the merciless hands of war? Have you ever felt the blood rush to your head, pounding on the doors of your mind, and spiraling down your body, driving you to the peak of aggression? To the point where you feel like you’re nothing but the pure hate and anger that lingers in the depths of her heart? Inferno has, and she’s felt it’s full blast. Her life is built on the principal that, there is nothing more to live for than the second, where you know, you could end someone’s pathetic life. That is the reason that she continues to go on, with the thought of the kill still present in her mind, and shaking away any access thoughts of anything other than that.

There is nothing more complex than a woman’s mind, but Inferno bumps that up to another level all together. She makes it hard for you to even remotely know what she is speaking about, and sometimes what she says can and will make you pause, wondering what she really meant, and if there is something more hidden in the twists and twirls of her spider web of words. But she will leave you hanging, and wondering. As it is one of her traps, she will twist her ways into your deep mind, and leave you guessing how she did that. She is, even without being a sin or a demon, a mind tester, and a soul torturer. She will mangle your mind until you’re left without the bare bones of it. This is something that not every wolf can do, but after learning from her father, she is a professional in the arts of wit, and deception.

Inferno is someone who is strong-willed, someone that will not take a rivaling no against her answer. She thinks of life like a battle field, and in doing so, she believes that if you are telling her that he idea is un-fit, or even and often - disturbing, she will take that as an enemy battle cry, and your approval from her will sink lower and lower. Some dogs have achieved to getting her hatred and disliking of them to such a low, that she will taunt them, or even attack them. Where this is not very often, if you do not watch your words and the way you speak around her, she is far from being afraid to snap. She is someone that is already close enough to the edge, and if you push her anymore, than it would be game over.

Even though it wouldn’t seem like it, Inferno is one of the most loyal dogs you will ever meet. Even though she is someone with some anger issues, and the fact that she is quite untrusting, is bad. Those that manage to gain her trust, will receive a friend that will put her life on the line to save theirs without any question. She is brave, and determined, and someone that even if you don’t want as your enemy, you do want her as your friend. Even though she might still tease and taunt you, it’s only because she cares about you, and trusts you enough for her to feel like she has no boundaries in being able to do so. It is a nice world when you’ve gained her trust. Even though you’ve got a sarcastic friend, well we all have our flaws.

With that being said, Inferno is not one that will fall easily in the paws of love. In fact she spits on the very idea. She hates the thought of having a family. It is a good thing as well, with someone like her, it would take a lot to even get to the point of friendship, let alone anything farther. Maybe that is one of the reasons she pushes some dogsaway, because she is so new to the idea of feelings, that they just freak her out to much, and they put her under a lot of pressure. Nevertheless, if you put the hard work into breaking her case. You will have some one with the courage of a lion on your side.

Skills & Weaknesses:

• Sᴋɪʟʟ - Fighting/Power.
• Sᴋɪʟʟ - Cunning.
• Sᴋɪʟʟ - Excellent Climber.

• Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss - Very slow Runner.
• Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss - Can't Swim.
• Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss - Has Lame Back Leg.

Flaws & Good Traits:

• Fʟᴀᴡ - Sarcastic.
• Fʟᴀᴡ - Brutal.
• Fʟᴀᴡ - Aggressive.

• Gᴏᴏᴅ Tʀᴀɪᴛ - Brave.
• Gᴏᴏᴅ Tʀᴀɪᴛ - Determined.
• Gᴏᴏᴅ Tʀᴀɪᴛ - Loyal. [To a rare few.]

History: "So you wanna know about my history, punk? Huh. Might as well, but if you tell anyone, I will have to rip you to shreds.

"I was born in the fighting mill, born to the fighting champion DeSodo. My father, he was one of the greatest fighters known, and so it was obvious that they would breed him. I was born with my two siblings, Rose, and Titan. My mother's name was Grace, though I don't remember all that much about her considering that we were taken at a young age, and put in our own cages, and taught out to fight. It was a murderous pup hood, and many pups were killed, one of which included my sister. I happened to be one of the lucky ones who made it through the early training, and into the more advanced fighting at a younger age than most. At this level we were forced to fight against elder fighting dogs, who had endured years of being in the ring, and were now retired. I happened to be fighting against this one old timer once, when I was shot in my hind right leg. I'm never was sure why the fight master shot me , but I soon found out that he had been aiming for the elder dog, when I had been shot. Because of my injury they thought that I wouldn't be able to be trained anymore. I dreaded those words, because you knew when they came they were going to kill you. I tried my hardest to recover, and I was now about the age of one. I made a quick recovery, though it was noted that my leg would never work fully again, and that it would be unlikely that I would be able to fight to my full potenial again. Then I proved them wrong once again.

"Because of my injury I worked even harder to become the killer dog that I was honing into. I slaughetred many, and even though the odds had been stacked against me, I had fought against it all and had come out ontop a champion. By now I was the only one out of my siblings alive, and my mother had been killed. My father I knew really knew, though I had seen him fighting a few times, and I had to admit that I had a lot to live up to as his last remaining pup. That added onto my rage, and I fought with the power of ten dogs, all inside of me, and I began to crawl to the top of the chain in the fighting rink. It had been a great time for me, and I had grown into my prime. I was strong, sturdy, and clever, all that was needed in the fighting dogs, and it was what haad given me the power to become the best that I could have been.

"Then it happened.

"The rink caught fire. I'm not sure how, but it did, the building that I had been grown and raised in had caught fire, and all the humans ran to save their lives. I myself had been locked in my cage while the place burned, and I fought endlessly to try and break out of my cage. I'd like to say I'm the reason I got out, but that would be a lie. A burning piece of wood from the ceiling came down, and with the force of it all, broke open the latch on my cage. Though I was burned mutilple times, I managed to escape the burning building and ran out into the road, where I watched it all collaspse. The building that I had known as my only home was now on fire, and it was being destroyed. I ran away before all of the men with water came, and I ran off into the nearby park. Where I found a comfortable place on a bench to lick my wounds, and make sure that everything was still in tack. I was fine, and that alone may me happy. Though I didn't know what i was going to do. Where was I to go now? There was no where for me to go, and I wasn't going to go back to the hands of the humans. No matter how much they had twisted my mind into liking the art of fighting, I wanted nothing to do with them any longer, since now that I was free.

"It was soon after that when the sickness came, and I suppose that the fighting masters couldn't catch me before they fell into the illness. Heh, karma's a dish best served."

Family: DeSodo (Father) is her only living relative.
Significant Other: N/A
Anyone Else: N/A

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Name: The Last Chronicle of Exodus (c) (Goes by Exodus.)
Age: 5 Yrs.
Gender: Male.
Breed: Czechoslovakian Wolfdog.

Personality: Being harsh is a way of life for some, some know that without the strict order of law than everything would run amuck. For some it is the way of life, Exodus knows this and he’s devoted himself to being the best that he can truly be. Though he would rather not be harsh and find a way that everyone could get along without anything having to get too personal for violent he’s smart enough to realize that as much as this is a dream of his, it’s most likely going to remain that way. Quite truthfully Exodus would rather be a loving friend than a brash enforcer. But he can’t seem to find any ground between the two, and so has yet to become anything other than a strict law guide.

Exodus does have his moments though, his moments where his heart guides rather than his head. However this moments are quite few and if you manage to catch a glimpse of one of them than you’re seeing something that most would not see. This is also a sign that Exodus is trusting in your own judgement over his and that he believes that you’re worth getting in trouble with his own conscience over. If he does act like this though you best believe that he’s going to act reckless, without his firm eternal sense of guidance and law to show him what he’s going to do he’s going to act without even knowing what he’s doing. Really the best way to put this is that he is quite over-emotional, probably due to the fact that on a regular basis he doesn’t show any emotion. So they all get bottled up inside of him.

Exodus is also a great listener. He will even tell you that if you have something to say or talk about he’s always willing to listen. Whether or not listening will truly be in your best terms well that’s up to the topic at matter. He doesn’t believe in interrupting and would rather you speak your own mind freely than be corrupted by his own thoughts while in the progress of explaining something. Though this does not mean that he’s someone that will put of with mindless babble, he doesn’t believe in taking his time and listening to someone that doesn’t have anything worth of saying, and will probably tell this to you in your face. If he does somehow get persuaded to listen to this don’t expect that he’ll just be turned over by what you say. Especially if it’s an opinion you have that he doesn’t follow. He may try and act respectful of your wishes and what you think is right, but that doesn’t mean that he will want to give up what he himself thinks on a certain matter or issue. He is quite stubborn in this section, and won’t give up on anything that he decides to follow, even if it’s completely idiotic he just will not be swayed.

Having sympathy isn’t hard for Exodus, he is usually a good dog is trying to help others in whatever way that he can, but you would never think this from looking at him. As a first impression you would think that he would be heartless and someone that you would never want to confide in anything with. Exodus doesn’t know this himself, he believes that he looks like he could be someone to trust in, but perhaps it’s better that he doesn’t know this, as it would harm his confidence, which even though he has in massive amounts it would be drastic if he lost too much. Really he just wants to be someone that everyone can count on to be there when you need him and that he could help in whatever he could manage to do. Maybe it’s just how he acts which makes others want to do the exact opposite of this. To them he probably looks like some kind of emotionless monster with the only goal to make sure that everything is in strict and predictable order. While this is true (to some extent) he can be at the same time someone with a fair bit of sympathy.

Try to make sure that you stay on his good side though, because even if he isn’t as strong as some of the other dogs around he can be one hell of an enemy and isn’t someone that you would want to see in the wrong light. He knows how to fight without using any physical power which is something that not everyone can do, and which is also a lot worse of a way to fight (for the most part.) This also means that even if you do hurt him physically he probably wouldn’t even care, he’d probably just call you too weak to be able to hold in your own thoughts and would walk off. I’m not sure whether or not to call this being mature or immature, but either way you can be assured that you haven’t seen the last of him.

Skills & Weaknesses:

• Sᴋɪʟʟ - Excellent Runner.
• Sᴋɪʟʟ - Rare Fear.
• Sᴋɪʟʟ - Excellent Stamina.

• Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss - Poor Consituation.
• Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss - Less than Average Strength.
• Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss - Has Recessive Cancer.

Flaws & Good Traits:

• Fʟᴀᴡ - Acts "emotionless."
• Fʟᴀᴡ - Stubborn.
• Fʟᴀᴡ - Easily Stressed.

• Gᴏᴏᴅ Tʀᴀɪᴛ - Intelligent.
• Gᴏᴏᴅ Tʀᴀɪᴛ - Leadership.
• Gᴏᴏᴅ Tʀᴀɪᴛ - Bravery.

History: "I'm not sure why you wish to know, it is nothing out of the blue. Nothing abnormal. But if it is your wish I shall tell yoy my tale."

"I was born to one of the finest breeders in the country. They breed only the top show dogs, and bred them with the most beautiful, and eloquent bitches. I was in a litter of four, I cannot tell you much about my life in the hands of the breeder and my family, as the memories are not there for me to collect. I do remember snuggling up against my mother though, and feeling her warmth transmitting into mine. From what I can remember she was a caring dog, who cared about her pups like any mother would. Or well - should.

"It was around this time that it was brought to my attention that I would be leaving soon into the hands of an elder gentlemen who owned some of the more famous wolfdog studs. I can remember one thing my mother said to be before I left; "It is an honor to be choosen by a man of such knowledge and caring." That was when I was taken and brought to my master's home. It was nice place, even I could tell that. Though for the first couple of days I was more or less just anxious about being away from my mother and siblings. I quickly grew out of this small phase though, and began to get as curious as any puppy.

"My master's house was huge, and it was well designed to the set of sophoication. That is why I am like the way I am today. Though I cannot say I was exactly the same back than. Haha! I remember I would often jump all over his furniture, chew up his pillows, break some of his dishes, and before I was house-broken piddle on the rugs. It was that of your average puppy exitence. Carefree, joyful, and pleasant. There was no worry on my mind. Nothing was happening strange or anything. I was brought up the sole and only dog of the house. Maybe I would have been happier with a companion, though I guessed my master was too old to really want to have more than one dog in the house. He had no desire to train me to become a show dog. Often we'd sit in the living room sofa, and he would look at me and say; "my old friend. I have no desire to turn you into a show dog, you're going to be my companion, and that's all I ever want from you." He meant it too. Apparently the only reason he got me from the show dog bloodline was because my mother was also the mother of his previous dog whom passed from unknown causes a few months before I was bought.

Over the next while I lived well, doing nothing but being on my best behavior and having someone to love me, but one day (that I can remember quite well) a few lumps began to grow on my legs, my master curious and worried brought me to the vet where I was diagnosed a few days later with cancer. They removed the cancerious lumps, however they newver where able to find out if they removed it all. But it mattered not what happened to me, the only thing I cared about was that my master loved me, and cared for me. Better than I would have thought at all possible. I was with him for three years.

"And was with him when he passed on.

"In the weeks that followed my master's death, there was talk of who would take me. My master had two male pups of his own, and they both wanted to take me home with them. As much as I loved them, I only wished to have my master, and one day whilist everything was being packed up, I slipped out of the front door, never to head back to that place again.

"Living on the streets at first was horrible, I was no stray dog, I didn't know anything about living like this, I wanted my master back, and often I would go and whimper and cry to myself behind a dumpster. I didn't know what to do, where to go, or how to get there. All I knew was I no longer had a home, or a master, I had nothing. That was when I ran into Toby, sweet dog, he had lost his owner a few years back and told me that there was a lot of madness on the streets, and it was a tough time. Because of that we decided to team together, and since then we have been living together on the streets, and that's where we were the sickness started, and that's where we are now."


Family: Unknown.
Significant Other: N/A
Anyone Else: A good friend he met on the streets- Toby the West Highland Terrier.

[Moskow]

{name}
"I am Carmen, and I always will be."
{gender}
"Do I look like a male, you idiot?"
{age}
"I am not old nor young, I have been through four winters."
{affiliation}
"If I was tainted, you would be dead right now, so please don't ask idiotic questions"


{description}
Carmen is considered a hunting/sporting type of girl. She is a light tan all the way 'round. Except for a few spots where she has a darker tan. Stands just shorter than a german shepherd, and is about two feet tall. She is in good shape her athletic skills are great. She is a little larger than the normal size of yellow labs. She has a distinct female appearance. Her eyes are a deep chocolate color and she has five toes instead of four. Her tail is indented in the middle for when she broke it. She is pretty buff for a female dog, and she knows it.
{eye color}
Chocolate Brown
{scars/markings/etc.}
She just has darker tan in some places, not really noticeable, though.


{Personality}
Quiet and mysterious, Carmon is seen as a loner and unforgiving. This is not fully true, though some is. She is a loner, but not unforgiving. She likes to right and not proved wrong. She doesn't talk, but uses her actions instead. Carmon won't hold up a conversation no matter what. She believes that the world is hers and only hers, she is free to be her. No rules. No responsibilities for others. She is great at taking care of herself but not others. When you get to know her she still doesn't talk much, she is just a quiet type.

When with an ally or a friend she is incredibly loyal and never lies or disrespects them. She just doesn't care or hold there responsibilities. She is always the same no matter what. She has fun but only with the dogs or friends that she knew before the disease happened. She never really "lets loose" when on the move. She is the traveling type of girl.

Carmon is in search of love and a family, to tell you the truth. She is pretty dang loyal and will never lie. She is always on the search for the perfect brute. She need a companion to be around all of the time, she gets lonely often, but is her fault she never talks when she is around someone new.

When Carmon is hunting that is the only thing that she focusses on. She is an excellent hunter, unless she is with others. She can only hunt alone, it is too distracting when there are others. She gets aggravated easily and will attempt, and mostly exceed, at killing whoever dared cross her line. She is extremely territorial and is always on the move, so she has different territories most of the time.
{Strengths}
She is extremely strong, so she is great in a fight.
She is really smart, that helps her survive.
She is a loner, it also a weakness, but it also helps her survive.
{Weaknesses}
She is a loner, it keeps her from getting help.
She is not very fast of a runner, she can't avoid enemies very easily.

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.::Name::.
"My name is Exicio. Cool, ain't it?"
.::Gender::.
"Whoah, you think that I am a girl? Back this truck up, for your info I am a pure bread male."
.::Breed::.
"I am a pure bread Anatolian Shepherd, and I'm proud!"
.::Age::.
"I have seen five winters"
.::Affiliation::.
"I am a tainted, beware of my wrath... Nah, just kiddin' I'm normal."


"All that you need to know is that I am good lookin'!"

.::Description::.
Exicio's fur is a medium tan with chocolate marking here and there. He is about 3 1/2 feet tall and about 4 feet long. He has a brown muzzle and brown feet. His tail has a brown tip at the end. His eyes are an amber yellow kind of color. He is considered a molossoid type of dude. He is a pretty good runner and is pretty buff. He has brown and tan ears. His ears are floppy, he also has brown eye brows.
.::Eye Color::.
His eyes are an Amber yellow color.


"I am cool, awesome, and full of fun."

.::Personality::.
Exicio is a very "go with the flow" kind of guy. He does whatever comes to his mind first. He often changes his mood; from happy to depressed to neutral. He gets attached to one place and never moves. Exicio often gets depressed when e thins about his owners thar died, but he leans to get over it.

When he is hunting he is not focussed at all, that is why he needs an ally. He often starves himself before he can get food, but always has water. He is social and likes to play. He doesn't like to be lonely, company makes him comfortable. He is a very humorous dude and likes to make others laugh.

But, sometimes his heart and guts lead him, not his head. He has an instinct not "pure sense". He always gets whats right in these times. These times are rare, though, it is a sign that he has trust in you and you have good judgement. It is also a sign that he wants to be your ally. Don't worry he won't act reckless in these times, he will not get into trouble or any of that such. He won't show very much emotion in days like these, it get all bottled up inside of him. His conscience doesn't take a part in this, so he is trusted, he has a horrible conscience.

Exicio has no problem having sympathy or mercy for someone. He is very apologetic all of the time, but can get to a point where he just wants to be caring for himself. Exicio is not the wild type, he cares because he wants care from someone else. He desperately needs someone else.

[Nyxeva]

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.:GεηεЯαι:.
{υѕernaмe }
Demotivated_bear
{naмe}
"I am called Larka."
{nιcĸnaмe}
"I do not have one. I am simply Larka."
{gender}
"I am quite obviously female, you fool!"
{affiliation:}
"Do I look tainted to you?"
{age}
"I have seen five summers."



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{deѕcrιpтιon}
Larka is considered a large, athletic dog standing slightly taller than a German Shepherd. She is built much like the grey wolf, an animal she resembles very closely. However, she is not a wolf dog. She measures up at 26 inches tall at the shoulder and she weighs 60 pounds. She is slightly smaller and lighter than others of her breed, with a distinct feminine appearance. She has a lupine appearance with a straight bushy tail and thick double coat that is made up of various shades of grey. Each individual guard hair is agouti banded along its length. She has almond shaped eyes that are a deep amber in color, very closely resembling a wolf. This fae is not powerful physically, lacking in the necessary muscular build, however she is not helpless. Instead, her body lends itself to speed and agility, making her a formidable opponent and an excellent huntress. She is often called lanky, however this is not a bad thing. Her slender build and supple muscles make it easy for her to almost disappear among the ruins of the place she calls home.

Larka has a rather long, lupine muzzle that is accentuated by patches of white fur. Her teeth are kept constantly sharp by the bones she loves to gnaw on, which also help to strengthen her jaw. Her ears have thin, very soft furs on the inside which aid in trapping subtle sounds such as paws on snow. They are almost perfectly triangular in shape, but complement her long face perfectly. Her eyes are a deep amber in color and seem to never show emotion, a trait she has struggled to master since her birth.
{eye color:}
Amber
{scars, markings, etc.:}
White patches on her muzzle, dark patches on her tail and legs.
{unique differentiation(s):}
Larka looks very much like a wolf dog, however she is not.



.:іη Dερτh:.
{perѕonalιтy}
Quiet and aloof, this female often comes across as unfriendly, but that simply isn't true. Instead, Larka tends to keep to herself for fear of embarrassing herself in front of other dogs. She doesn't speak often around dogs she doesn't really know, giving her the appearance of a stuck up dog. However, she does pay attention to what is going on around her, and if she is brought into the conversation, she is perfectly capable of holding her own. When she does find herself embarrassed, she tends to clam up and stop talking, even if it means she abruptly ends the conversation she happens to be in the middle of.

When she is around those she knows, Larka is friendly and incredibly loyal, as well as being funny and easy-going. She will happily make a fool of herself in the hopes of making a friend laugh or even smile. When she is around her friends, Larka is like a completely different dog. She is completely relaxed when she's with them, which is often confusing to the dogs that she just doesn't know.

When she is hunting, Larka stays completely focused on what she's doing. This is part of the reason she is such an accomplished hunter. However, she was not always such a friendly little female.
Quiet and aloof, Larka often appears to be shy, however that is not the truth. In reality, this female does not like the company of other canines, often finding them to be petty and annoying. She has a deeply rooted love for violence and fights, and she will attack with the slightest provacation. Sneaky and manipulative, Larka is extremely adept at making other canines trust her, only to use them to sate her lust for violence and bloodshed, a quality she does not bother to hide. She does not feel that being prone to such violence is a bad thing.

Despite this love of fighting and death, Larka is incredibly loyal. She is much more patient with canines who are friends to her, often being pushed to great lengths before snapping at one. However, when she is pushed past her breaking point, Larka will attempt to kill the canine who caused it, simply for the reason that they annoyed her far too much. Despite her loyalty, Larka is not a team player. She hates to share her kills, and will oftentimes bite and tear into other dogs before giving up the tiniest portion of a meal. She cannot tolerate pups at all, and does her best to avoid them, no matter the situation.
{нιѕтory}
Larka was at one time as open and friendly as any other dog. At this time, she was a well-loved member of a small pack, made up of her parents, herself and her two siblings. They called the streets home, however their life was never all that hard.

Then things began to change. New dogs began to move into the land, strange dogs brought in by humans. These dogs were not friendly, and tended to attack whenever they saw the small family. Being the good dog she was, Larka obeyed her mother and father, hiding whenever one of the strangers were near, and abandoning her food for them. However, darkness was beginning to rise in the young dog. Every time she saw one of these strange dogs tearing into something she'd killed, she'd wonder what it would be like to tear into them. She started taking longer to run whenever she saw them, choosing instead to stand her ground, resulting in scars from being bitten. Years of this slowly began to change the female even more, and she started spending less and less time around the family and their little home. She began sleeping outside of the den and became more and more snappy as time passed.The strangers appearances and attacks became more frequent, and more violent, steadily pushing the female to her breaking point. She lived like this for a few more years, taking it in silence.

Then one day, things changed. Something inside the female snapped. This time when a Stranger attempted to chase her away, she waited, every muscle in her body ready. This time when they came, instead of rolling over and allowing their fangs to tear into her, Larka fought back. The dogs met in a fury of teeth and claws, ending when the female was able to clamp her jaws around the leader's neck and end his life. Once the blood haze cleared, Larka saw that her family had joined the fight, resulting in tragedy. Her younger sister lay dead, a few feet from the unmoving form of her mother. Her father was nowhere to be seen, and her brother no longer wanted anything to do with the violent young female.

{ѕтrengтнѕ}
She is incredibly agile and fast, making hunting easy.
She is also able to run for what seems like forever.
{weaĸneѕѕeѕ}
Larka has no real physical strength for fighting, but she does have a hairtrigger temper.


.:Rειατiσηshiρ:.
{devotion level:}
High
{love ιnтereѕт}
None.
{wнaт тнey looĸ ғor ιn a мaтe}
Larka feels she has no need for a mate.
{oтнer}
Nope.

Username;; Demotivated_bear


Name;;
Shayde
Gender;;
Male
Age;;
6 years old
Affiliation;;
He is one of the Tainted




History;;
Shayde, or Shooter as he was known back then, was born to a breeder whose name has been lost to time. His parents held titles in multiple areas, which made him highly wanted, however his blonde color made him unavailable for purchase. Instead the breeders kept him and began to compete with them, earning him a few titles of his own. This life lasted a while, but suddenly the breeders grew very ill, and eventually they stopped caring for their dogs all together. Most of the prized dogs created a pack and left to live on their own, but Shooter had no interest in that. Instead, he remained by his humans sides, unaware that they were dying, or that they would sentence him to a life of twisted madness.

One day when he was lounging next to one of his humans, the ill female suddenly rolled over on top of him, crying out in pain. She soon died, still laying on top of her beloved dog, who refused to leave her side. Soon the dog had no way of surviving if he remained there, so he used the only thing he could for food; his previous owners. Little did he know that in the process of ingesting them, he also managed to find a way to infect himself with their disease. The disease that caused flu-like symptoms in humans slowly drove the dog to madness, twisting his view on the world and on other dogs. Soon, he became what was known as the Tainted, and he will remain that way until he dies.
Personality;;
Quiet and aloof, Shayde often appears to be shy, however that is not the truth. In reality, this male does not like the company of other canines, often finding them to be petty and annoying. He has a deeply rooted love for violence and fights, and he will attack with the slightest provacation. Sneaky and manipulative, Shayde is extremely adept at making other canines trust him, only to use them to sate his lust for violence and bloodshed, a quality he does not bother to hide. He does not feel that being prone to such violence is a bad thing.

Because of this love of fighting and death, loyalty is a word that can no longer be applied to Shayde. He has no patience with any dog, no matter how long he as known or even lived with them. Instead, he is rude and demanding, often resorting to violence to get what he wants. He will often kill any companions simply because he found them to be annoying and useless. He is incredibly intelligent however, and will hold back his violent nature if the dog is helpful to him. As soon as that helpfullness is gone, however, he will once again revert to his true, Tainted self.

Shayde loves pups,though. He says they taste good.
Weaknesses;;
If you ask Shayde, he'll tell you that he has no weaknesses. However, any dog does, and that includes those who are Tainted. Because of his breed, Shayde has no real physical strength, with means he really can't fight head to head like other breeds can. He also as no empathy for the plights of other dogs, so he struggles when he is faced with strong emotion such as love. He is also fearless, which tends to get him into situations he really has no control over.
Strengths;;
Shayde is incredibly fierce and determined, often to the point of being called stupid. He will not back down from something he believes in, which is usually attempting to kill something. While it is listed as a weakness, Shayde's fearlessness is also an asset to the male. He does not have that instinct to stop him from pursuing something he wants, no matter what methods he may be forced to use.





Mate;;
None
Pups;;
None
Crush;;
None
Important Kin;;
None



Build;;
Very slender, dainty
Pelt;;
Long, blonde and dirty
Eyes;;
Deep, emotionless brown
Flaws;;
Shayde has no sense of smell. The illness took it from him.
Scars/Other Markings;;
Two scars mark his right flank from a run-in with a bigger tainted dog.
Short Description;;
Lanky blonde Saluki with brown eyes.
Lengthy Description;;
Shayde is a Saluki, which is considered a sight hound. This means he was bred to hunt by sight, to run his prey down and catch or kill it. Because of this, he is very slender and tall. He weighs 60 pounds and stands at 28 inches tall at his shoulder, making him appear to be thin. His head is narrow and long with rather large eyes, and floppy, or drop, ears. His tail is long and curved and heavily feathered, giving him a feminine appearance. He is deep chested and long legged, just like most other sight hounds.

His cream colored fur is silky to the touch, and is one of his best assets. He does his best to keep it tangle free, but he can do nothing about the dirt from living on the street.


Other;;
Finally finished him! Hope making a Tainted dog is alright.

[R0be0]

[[ Both accepted, of course. C: ]]

[ossa di cervo]

..lost in the mood..

{ Asto } . { Male } . { 2 Years } . { Bipolar }

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{.{ n a m e }.}

Asto A strange name that came to mind out of no where. (In reality it's Tolkien Elven for 'Dust' but dogs don't know Tolkien Elven!)

{.{ n i c k n a m e s }.}

None. Asto doesn't have any nicknames for the mere fact that any names that could possibly be created would be a bit... odd.

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

Male.

{.{ a g e }.}

2 years old. Just reaching that age where reality is starting to kick in.

{.{ b r e e d }.}

Irish Wolfhound A giant among dogs with a ragged yet beautiful coat.

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{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Giant Asto is a whopping four and a half feet tall at his shoulder, making him tower over many other canines. He often has to look down when he's talking to other dogs and when his rare playful mood pounce, he usually has to throw his front feet down to get on the right level.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Ragged Asto's fur is usually ragged and matted due to the lack of maintenance he's put into his coat. As times have gotten worse he's put less and less time into keeping himself presentable. He's not to fond of dogs that will base him off of his coat at the moment.

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Thick The bones on this dog are huge and thick. They aren't easy to break and make running a rather fun thing to do. The long his bones and stay steady the longer and better he can run. Asto's chest in deep and long; each rib is probably a foot long giving him a huge set of lungs to accompany those great running legs.

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Hazel Asto's eyes a deep brown color, very common in the wolfhound breed, rimmed by a lighter more caramel color. They always hold some kind of expression though it really varies on the time of day and what the dog is up to.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

Awkward Asto is quite the strange one, always going from mood to the next in the blink of an eye. He could be extremely happy, wagging his tail, jumping up and down, and then a split second later his teeth could be bared and his fur bristling. While this kind of thing does happen to Asto quite frequently he is more often then not a gentle giant. He doesn't go out of his way to harm things and has just learned that he may have to hurt to survive, and he isn't very good at killing. The large dog often befriends pups or smaller dogs immediately. Mostly because he feels bad for them in the current situations and partly because he loves to be the wall between them and danger. Asto goes out of his way to protect others when he "condition" allows it. Another aspect of this dog that is extremely important is that he is a huge momma's boy and he completely shuts down when left alone. Well, he shuts down after a few moments of absolute panic. The giant dog howls and rears, dashing around looking for anything to keep him company. Once his legs finally tire he sits and howls until his throat is near bleeding. When he's finally down throwing his fit, he'll lay down and whine until sleep overcomes his body.

{.{ l i k e s }.}

Running Asto loves nothing more then a long, tiring run.
Company Without other dogs around Asto goes into a full fledged, terrifying panic.
Rain Nothing is better then some clean water falling from the sky to clean your coat.

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

Solitude Asto absolutely dreads being alone. Not even the Tainted can get him into a panic like being alone can.
Walking He doesn't mind walking at his own pace. It's the pace of little dogs with short legs that he doesn't enjoy so much.
Fleas There have been points in Asto's life where he's itched his own fur off. Literally.

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

Size Due to his giant size, Asto has a hard time fitting where most other dogs would.
Bipolar Asto sometimes has a hard time controlling his emotions and can sometimes lash out when the time isn't right..

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

Hunting It makes sense that Asto would find himself pretty good at hunting other dogs since his breed was originated for hunting wolves.
Running Of course he'd be good at running. It's something he enjoys whole-heartedly, why would all that practice not make him good at it?

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{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

Asto grew up on a farm with several siblings and several other wolfhounds around him. Not only where there wolfhounds but there were other breeds as well. Borzois, beagles, foxhounds, pointers. When Asto was just a pup a littler of borzois was born as well and he soon became best friends with one of the pups. They learned together and went on runs together and before you knew it Asto was closer to this Borzoi then he was his own siblings. He grew close to this other dog, soon relying on him for almost everything except his own food. Asto would constantly look to him for direction and guidance and this was when he became that dog that can't be left alone.

Asto and his borzoi friend weren't the favorites of the owner though, and they were often disciplined for some of the simplest of things. Eventually the borzoi suggested they run off and Asto quickly agreed knowing that if he didn't his friend and complete source of confidence would leave without him. In a sense Asto was becoming a leech and he was draining this borzoi down to the core. Neither of them could tell but the relationship between the two was becoming harsh and violent. More and more often the borzoi would lash out at Asto and tell him to lash back beginning the first threads of Asto's case of minor bipolar mood swings.

His best friend began to lose his own sanity. He would snarl at trees and his paws and lash out so bad now that Asto would be left with huge gashes on his shoulders and back. The dog was still young but he began to limp and cough like he was deathly. The borzoi began to howl at the moon one night and Asto couldn't help but join his old friend, knowing very well that he'd soon lose everything. The borzoi though, didn't take this as an act of kindness and snarled, "We're going back to the farm." Asto couldn't believe what his best friend was saying and he argued that he couldn't but the borzoi was already headed back to their old home, "We have to kill the others and put them out of their misery.."

Asto followed, with panic in his eyes as his friend sprinted back and reached the farm in a short distance. Everything was in distress. The dogs were skinny and torn up and the house was dark and gave Asto chills. But his friend just marched right in and within moments Asto could hear the yelps and cries echoing from the house. The giant wolfhound reached the door just in time to see his old owner put his best friend, his life source, down. Little did he know that his old human was sick and he didn't stop to think on it. He rushed out back, released all the other dogs in some desperate act of kindness and sprinted off toward the woods and he didn't stop for a rather long time. When he did stop it was only because the pain in his stomach was so strong it was blurring his vision. Even know Asto isn't really sure how he made it, but he finally arrived in New York to find other dogs willingly enough to befriend him. Willing enough to feed his leeching attitude.

{.{ m a t e }.}

None. Asto doesn't have, nor necessarily want, a mate right now.

{.{ k i n }.}

Mother Long gone old wolfhound who died just after weaning Asto and his siblings.
Father Also long gone only he died before Asto was even born.

Can I let the trees do the talking?

{ Folly } . { Female } . { 4 Years } . { Aggressive }

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{.{ n a m e }.}

Folly Folly got her name because her owner wasn't sure if she was ready for a canine companion when she bought her. Folly ended up being a blessing.

{.{ n i c k n a m e s }.}

None Folly doesn't usually tolerate nicknames. Her name is Folly, why would you call her anything else?

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

Female Quite obvious from the way she carries and presents herself.

{.{ a g e }.}

4 years A veteran of the pampered life, a novice of the corrupted world.

{.{ b r e e d }.}

Weimaraner A regal, protective canine.

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{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Compact Folly is a compact canine with enough muscle to shine through her thin skin. She's built for a female though not so muscly she looks like a male. Her legs are long enough to be just right rather then lanky or to short. All in all, Folly is built rather well and looks like she could stand her own in a fight.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Short Folly's fur is short enough that it doesn't look like it exists. In more cases when she's stroked or touched it's as if the person/canine is just touching her skin. Aside from the length her fur is always shiny and perfectly clean. Anyone touching her would rarely find their hands covered in the natural greasy feeling.

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Stocky If Folly was to be described as anything, she'd probably be stocky. She isn't super tall and lanky, nor is she short and fat. She's an average height with enough muscle to make her seem slightly stocky. Her tail is docked, giving her an every rougher, daunting appearance.

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Gray Folly's eyes are a grayish blue. They rarely hold any surprising amount of emotion. It's usually just a dull glare or and angry snarl you'll catch.

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{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

Harsh Folly doesn't tolerate jokesters or any kind of childish behavior at all. Her words as quick and usually rude. Since the invasion of the tainted the female has been in worse moods, usually resorting to yelling and biting quicker then calm discussions. She also has a habit of getting herself into scuffles she can't handle alone, being egotistical enough to think she can take on three or four large dogs with her own teeth. It's usually extremely difficult to get passed this side of the girl but when someone does she doesn't change much. She directs her anger at things threatening those close to her but she still treats her friends the way she treats strangers. She isn't very sweet or princessly and tends to lose her friends quickly. At times people will find her trying her best to be kind but it quickly dissolves into anger and disappointment. There isn't much to Folly other then bitterness and a grumpy, apathetic attitude. That's only because no one has tried to break her since the invasion though...

{.{ l i k e s }.}

Snow Folly likes that snow drives most others to shelter, leaving the streets to her with few interruptions.
Elders Folly will quickly shut up and be respectful around elder dogs.

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

Pups Slow, weak, pathetic things, pups are.
Hyperactiveness Folly will try her damnedest to lose a dog that's hyper.

{.{ f e a r s }.}

Humans Folly used to love Humans more then anything in the world. But after what happened to her person they terrify her.

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

Aggression Folly has anger problems. That's all there is to it.
Past Attachements Folly's past leads to her having some rather violent emotional moments. She's fueled by regret and pain.

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

Tracking The girl has a knack for smelling things down.
Agile Folly is surprisingly skilled at making quick turns when she needs to.

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{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

Folly was adopted by a young New York couple who were still in college and wanted a puppy. The couple knew it would be difficult to keep a puppy since they were college students living in one of the most demanding cities in the nation, but they were determined. So Folly lived with her two owners quickly becoming a pamper princess. She was the new lead dog in New York, pulling double takes on all her walks and carrying herself like she knew every answer in the world.

When the invasion started, Folly gained a new sense of determination. She wouldn't let her owners fall like she'd seen so many of the others fall. She fought off one or two of the tainted dogs, quickly earning herself a few wounds that luckily didn't knock her into a tainted state herself. Every guard dog has there downpoints though. Folly had received a deep wound on her shoulder and was forced to retreat. She tried her best to keep her two people with her but they were quickly pounced on and ravaged. Folly couldn't watch with her own eyes and deserted them, her wounded shoulder making her slower then normal.

The Weimaraner reached safe ground and quickly hid herself from the eyes of others. She hid for a good two days without eating or bothering with hygiene when he showed up. Another Weimaraner burst into Folly's hiding spot snarling and growling until he saw Folly. He quickly calmed down though was very cautious and asked if she was tainted. Folly shook her head, prepared to fight to the death when the other dog dropped to the ground, panting. The two gained each other's trust rather quickly and they helped each other recover and showed off some high point they'd each found in the tainted city.

Folly quickly fell head over heels for this male and they were inseparable. The best thing to happen to her since her people's deaths was this other dog. He was brave, sweet and caring. He was everything Folly wanted. They took that from her though. The tainted came in the night and took him from her. It was quick and it was painful. He kept shouting that she needed to leave, to run and she did with a pain in her chest. When the Tainted were finished, Folly returned to her love's corpse and held her own make-shift funeral. They had been together for so long and now he was gone. Just like that.

Since that point, Folly hasn't been the same. She's hardened and has been striving to find a way to cope with the pain of losing her three loved ones.

{.{ m a t e }.}

None No one can really tolerate her snappy behavior very well.

{.{ k i n }.}

Unknown Folly was adopted early enough that she never knew her parents or siblings.