Bark! Semi-lit dog roleplay

[white deer]

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"Huh? My name? It's Roxie."



Name: Roxie (Or Roxy) meaning dawn or bright.
Age: Three
Gender: Female - ♀
Birth Date: 13th of December



"I don't have much of a family anymore."



Owner: She's had three different owners. She was born on a farm that belonged to an older lady and her husband, who sold her to a man that bought her for his daughter, who in turn sold her to her last owner, a teenage boy who had to leave her home when he went to college.
Mother: Rosie
Father: Zeus
Siblings: She's was born into a litter of five, and all of her siblings were also sold off.
Puppies: She's never had any, and never really expects herself to.



"Love is more than a little overrated. I don't really bother with it."



Crush: No, she doesn't have her eyes on anyone.
Mate: Same as above, she doesn't have her eye on anybody.



"I don't believe anyone's past should be a secret. The past is the past and it's done and over with, no point in hiding it. After all, it'll be harder to explain it when it comes back to bite you in the tail someday than if you explained it before."



History: Roxie was born in a cold December morning, out in the snow by the corner of the barn. The only things keeping the pups warm was their mother, curled beside them as they nursed. Roxie was the first to be born, therefore making her the oldest of her litter and of any siblings she'd have afterwards, since it was Rosie's first litter of puppies. Roxie was always a strong puppy, she never had trouble nursing or pushing her fellow pups out of her way when she wanted something. She lived by her mother's side for many months, playing and frolicking with her siblings in the meadows and fields and around the other animals in the farm. She was a trouble-maker as a pup, always getting everybody sent to bed early or scolded for slipping into the cellar and getting into jars of jam or baskets of fruits or even the other animal's food. When she was of age, an older man came over looking to buy her. Her other siblings had been getting picked off one-by-one, all except for her since her owner had been telling everyone what a trouble maker she was. But this man was different, and seemed charmed by the hyper little puppy. he took her home, wrapped a bow around her and stuck her in a gift box, which he gave to his daughter the same night. His daughter never really liked Roxie, saying she was too big and she got into things and that she wanted a lap dog instead. So, reluctantly, the girl's father sold off Roxie, to a young boy about fifteen at the time. Roxie was only about one at the time, and he was the person to dub her with her name which has stuck to her since then. He was the perfect owner, and the two loved each other more than anything in the world. She'd sleep by his side every night, and they'd always go for walks and play. But one day, he decided to leave for college, leaving Roxie with only his parents as company. She became depressed that he'd left her, so she left in search of him, but came up short. So then she became a stray, toughening herself up so she could survive being without humans.



"My personality? Can't you tell by just speaking to me? I'm not even sure how to explain it..."



Personality: Roxie has an intimidating aura around her, causing most to sort of avoid her since they don't want to start anything. She may look like an aggressive, strong and powerful dog, but she's really quite mellow. She will, of course, be aggressive when the need arises for it, but she's usually quiet and calm and, in general, friendly to most other dogs. She gets easily irritated sometimes, and what triggers her irritation will vary regularly, but it's not impossible to get her mad. That would be far from the truth to say it wasn't, really. She doesn't attack unless provoked, except to get in the middle of a fight, since it is her job. She will not inflict pain on anyone else unless completely necessary, no matter the consequences. Roxie can be rather sarcastic, sometimes forgetting the others have feelings that can be hurt. She often acts responsible, and is loyal and sincere. If you respect her, she will respect you, and will never abandon you or leave your side.



"Why does my ranking matter to you?"



Desired Rank: She's fine with what she has.
Rank: Delta female
How it was earned: She was just being herself and it was given to her.



"I look just as any other dog would."



Eye color: Dark brown, nearly black
Fur color: Black, orange
Breed: Rottweiler

"Call me Koda."



Name: Koda Bear is his full name, but everbody calls him Koda.
Age: Two
Gender: Male - ♂
Birth Date: June 5th



"She was such a nice owner."



Owner: He had an owner before now, a young girl that bought him as a puppy and named hm Koda Bear. She was only five at the time.
Mother: Autumn
Father: Riley
Siblings: He was the only survivor of his litter.
Puppies: He wants them eventually, maybe.



"Aha... well... I don't have my eye on any gals."



Crush: Nope! Not yet.
Mate: Same as above.



"Heh... I guess it's nothing much..."



History: Koda was born in June, the only surviving pup of his litter. He grew up lonely, besides the few other dogs the family he was born under owned. When a little girl and her parents came over, Koda went home with him. He was deemed the name Koda Bear, and he has refused to give it up since then. The little girl stayed with him until he was about one, when her parents said they had to move and so they left him at their old house, abandoning him to live on the streets. He hasn't had much of a past, nor is it too interesting, and he accepts that.



"I'm not sure how to talk about myself..."



Personality: Koda is cheerful and sort of hyper. He loves running around and playing, still being young and having a childish nature. He usually is positive, trying to make the best of things and his situation. He enjoys other's company, and if he's away for too long, he tends to get lonely. He's usually nice and polite, always trying his best to be helpful, even if they don't want help. He's good at reading other's emotions, even if it can be difficult at times for him. He barely gets angry, and he's never lost his temper or snapped at anyone, and it's not likely he ever will or would. He's loyal to his friends and easy to talk to, making him likeable and has an easy job finding friends.



"I'm not alpha quality or anything... I doubt I ever would be!"



Desired Rank: He's fine with what she has.
Rank: Hunter
How it was earned: When he asked to be in the pack, it was given to him.



"I ain't magical looking or anything."



Eye color: Blue
Fur color: White
Breed: Canaan

[dodobird959]

[All accepted c: If anybody doesn't like what I put on the front page about your character, please let me know and I'll change it to the way that suits you. We can start now, and anyone can come and join as we RP.]

•Kito - •Female - •2 years - •Single

Kito awoke when the morning sunlight trickled into the sky and the red pickup truck she had slept in left the rays meet her. She was on the driver's seat, which had tears out of it. She hopped to the passenger seat, which was much more beaten-up. It had a spring, thick and curly, sticking out from it. Fluff from inside the seat had been pulled out into a mess. Kito stepped over it and leaped out the window, which was crashed open. Standing next to it, she could see how bad the truck looked. It's paint was dull and peeling, the tires were all flat, the windshield wipers were gone, and the big open area in the back had a hole in it, as if the car was once set on fire and partially burned. The inside wasn't much better. The steering wheel had been ripped off and the pedals wouldn't budge. It wasn't too comfortable in there, but it was a place to sleep. Standing next to it, the fae scanned the junkyard with her eyes, searching to see if anyone was awake or if there happened to be a rat running through, which she could then catch and eat for breakfast. She walked through, avoiding cars and making sure to keep quiet to not wake up any of the sleeping dogs. She watched for any movement, her nose twitching and her ears swiveling around like satellites.

✯Jake - ✯Male - ✯3 months- ✯Single

Jake yawned, his pink tongue curled out as his puppy-teeth flashed, his eyes shut tightly until he relaxed again. He was curled up into a ball under a black minivan, before he had pulled long grass out from the ground and made himself some bedding on top of the uncomfortable rocks. His coat ruffled each time he took a breath, his triangular ears folded forwards his his nose tucked to his soft belly fur. He was too tired, and his body craved more sleep. He didn't let himself react to anything outside, making sure he stayed in dreamland. He drifted off to sleep again, the soft sounds around him not loud enough to wake him up. The birds had just started to sing melodically, but his ears blocked out the sound as he drifted away, motionless. Only the constant up-down of his belly as he breathed. His tail flicked and his paws twitched, he was dreaming that he was chasing something. That something was a bird, he could almost feel the soft blades of grass cushioning each step as he chased, running faster and faster. Later he awoke, feeling rested enough. In his dream he had never caught up to the bird, but it was fun trying to reach it. With his body low, he slipped out from under the minivan. The car didn't look too bad on the inside; okay paint that was only beginning to peel, the tires were slashed, and there were quite a few scratches on it, some quite deep. But to him, it was quite pleasing. No dents, other than a light that had been smashed. It looked better than on the inside. Inside it was just empty, as if the humans had taken the seats out so that they could put it into a different car. What was in there was the steering wheel, pedals, the key hole, and other things like that. But were the seats were supposed to be, there were planks of rotten wood and several small piles of trash. So instead of going inside the automobile, he just slept under it. Sure, there were many other cars to choose from, but he had become settled here and didn't really mind. And even if he wanted to, he didn't have the choice to sleep inside of the van. The windows were cracked but not broken, so there was no way to get in. And anyway, he'd barely reach the window, and probably hurt his paws from broken glass if a dog made a hole for him. Perhaps one day he'd shove a box next to the van and hop on top of that to easily get in, if there were a hole.
Jake wandered around, keeping as quiet as the rats that rarely showed their scrawny faces. He swished his tail back and forth, exploring a bit, sniffing the cars, and getting to know more details about the place.

[rikkea.]

♡ Morgianne got up; she sleeped about only half of hour, but she wasn't sleepy. She stretched her legs and smiled, bouncing around. She was happy, but she didn't wanted to play alone. Husky pup stopped, smelling something strange in the air. She walked soundlessly, and saw - a mouse. Hm. What to do? Morgianne smirked. Poor mouse. She started running after sqeaking rodent. Faster and faster, she almost reached it. Almost... Morgianne pounced on it, and - missed. Darn. Another try was more sucessfu; soon, she was carrying it in her jaws. She found Jake. "Jake, look what I caught!" Puppy smiled, dropping the tiny mouse on the ground.

[EmilyB]

Cricket

Name: Cricket
Nicknames: None, I like it the way it is!
Gender: I'm a brute, a male if you wish!
Age: I'm 3 years old!
Birth date: 11th March
Breed: I'm a German Shepherd X Timber Wolf
Rank: I'm a fighter!
Personality: Well, I'm quite boisterous, and can get quite rough. I'm quite untrusting, but once I know you, I will defend you with my life!
Crush:
Mate: None
Pups: Nope, but I hope to some day!
History: Well, I was born in captivity, by a family who brought in injured animals. It turned out my mother was abandoned on the side of the motorway by her owners. She was hit by a truck, the impact nearly killed her! They brought her to the centre, where the staff didn't expect her to make it. The next morning, they find me nestled into her, my siblings stillborn. They said it was because of the impact with the truck. I was taken from my mother, and hand raised by a young blonde lady, as they thought my mother wouldn't be suitable to bring me up - she died a few hours after we were separated. The lady was great fun. She adopted me, but found that the wolf within me was completely out of control! I tore up clothes, stalked the rabbits in her garden! Ah, those where the days... It was very amusing, but when I attacked her Chihuaha (he started it!), I had to go. I was taken back to the shelter at 2 years old, and was put in the adoption part of the centre. I fell in love with a Collie cross, who was put in the pen next to me! We were adopted together, and it was fine for a few months, until the owner started beating us. We ran away one freezing night. We trekked for days, but she couldn't carry on...She just fell in the snow. I stayed with her all night, but she slipped away. I mourned for days at her side, but I left. I had to! I finally arrived here, in the city, dirty and exhausted. My collar in shreds. Some kind man shared his food and gave me a bath with some of the water in his pouch, but he didn't last. He was taken into care, he had phenomia. They tried to take me to, but I wasn't having it. I wandered for some nights, and finally arrived here!

[dodobird959]

[EmilyB nice form! But you just need to change Cricket so that he's not part wolf, it's in the rules ^^]

✯Jake - ✯Male - ✯3 months- ✯Single

Jake wandered around, the stopped to stand, his ears pricked up. He could scent someone, and soon Morgianne came into sight, with a limp mouse hanging from her jaws. "Cool!" He said, a big grin on his muzzle, "Where did you find it?" He asked, glancing around before returning his attention to the husky, "I don't usually see mice around here. They're too fast for me!" He said, he never learned how to hunt and kill. Sure, he's seen it before. You chase and chase until you catch it, then bite it's neck. But growing up without anyone to teach him, he never got the chance to really learn. Instead he would chase butterflies for fun, and he'd eat whatever he could find, which was mainly just scrapes of human food like a pizza crust or, if he was lucky, a chicken bone. He stood in front of the female with his head tilted slightly to the side, his eyes wide with curiosity and his tail wagging with excitement.

[rikkea.]

♥ Morgianne sat down. "There." She pointed with her head. "And you are just too lazy to catch anything!" She playfully teased with a smile. Morgianne knew Jake's sad destiny, so she added: "Just kidding. Did you found any" she started whispering "secret place? Of not, we can find one together." She scaratched behind her ear. "I just love secret places. They are so... secret."

[dodobird959]

✯Jake - ✯Male - ✯3 months- ✯Single

Jake laughed as she teased him, not taking it personally. He lowered his head when she asked if he had found any unknown place, "No." He said, but smiled at the thought of them looking for one together. He chuckled and yipped "Let's go!" He twisted around on his paws and padded forward, looking over his shoulder at Morgianne to make sure she was still there, then just aimlessly wandered around. "Where should we go to look?" He asked, looking to one side, then the other. There were so many cars in the junkyard, and piles of garbage, there had to be a hidden place around here somewhere. His eyes searched for anything he didn't recognize that they could then explore. His tail wagged side to side and his lower jaw dropped, his tongue hanging out.

[white deer]

Roxie | 4 | Female | Rottie

Roxie moved her ears back, listening to the various sounds. She heard other dogs, possibly pups running and playing and talking - cars in the distance, honking and driving. And the birds, chirping away without a care. She let out a tired huff, pushing herself forward to get onto her feet. The rottweiler made sure to stretch herself out, shaking her head and the rest of her fur of any dirt it had gotten on it and started padding off. She wondered momentarily what everyone else was up to, but it really didn't matter too much. If someone wanted to talk, she'd talk, she really didn't mind too much.


Koda
| 3 | Male | Canaan

Koda perked up his pointed white ears, lifting his head instantly from his peaceful, yet light slumber. He looked around, remembering where he was. He usually slept off in the corner of the junkyard, in an old wood box that had cracks and chips and fading paint. It belonged to some company before now, one obviously famous for selling oranges. It looked pretty old, like it'd been here a while, but he really didn't mind. Drag an old, ripped up blanket into it and you have a reasonable bed. Even if it was small, it was perfect for him to curl up in and lie his head over. He flicked his ears, looking around for the sound that had awoken him. There he spotted it, off to the edge of the junkyard, digging itself through a tipped over trashcan - the old, fat grey rat was completely clueless, minding his own business without a single care. Koda smirked, quietly and slowly getting from his wooden box. He was careful to be quiet, trying not to make any trash fall as he climbed his way through the mounds. Walking slowly, he accidentally bumped a can, which made him freeze. The rat perked up, looking around. Koda tried to keep quiet and still so he didn't notice him. After a while, the rat continued with what it was doing. Koda let out a relieved sigh, nearing the rat even more. As he got closer, he ran for it, grabbing it and making the rat squeal. He killed it quickly, then smiled with satisfacion and looked around. Spotting the alpha, he watched Kito and then pranced to her, holding the rat in his mouth and dropping it at her feet. "Morning, miss Kito! Brought this for ya." He said, sitting down and wagging his tail

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{ May I please join? }

[dodobird959]

[Yes, of course! c: ]

•Kito - •Female - •2 years - •Single

Kito's ears perked at the sound of steps coming towards her. She smiled as a greeting to Koda as he approached, and her eyes traveled down to the plump rat laying limp before her. Her eyes flickered up to his, "Thank you." She said gratefully, sitting down across from him. "I insist we share." She grinned, how nice of him to give her something! She took hold of the creature, her front paws holding it down and her teeth dug into it's flesh, pulling half of it away, using her paws to make sure it didn't slide, making it easier to divide the dead meat. One half lay before her paws and the other she slid to Koda with her nose. Kito wasn't one of those Leaders who took everything greedily and thought they were the best. Instead, she respected others as much as they respected her, but took control, without being too bossy. The least she could do for the male was give him some, since he was the one who caught it. She dipped her head and tore a piece off, gulping the red meat down. She licked her chops, enjoying the juicy taste. She took another bite of her share, chewing it gingerly. She curled her tail around her paws, her coat was ruffled and fairly groomed, sunlight reflecting off some hairs. She looked up to the sky, noticing there weren't many clouds in the vast blue space. Today would probably have warm weather, but by tomorrow that could change, she didn't know. Once she finished her share, she licked the blood off her muzzle, cleaning herself up.