Spirit Eyes[Spirit Canine Roleplay] -Open-

[mirage.]

(( Sweet. <3 So, can her eyes be golden-coloured? Her element is "star". ))

[antler apathy]

OOC: . . .-Thinks for a moment- Is any other element considered gold. . ? Probably not so go a head ^^

[Hanoverian]

((Sorry.... I only read the rules and laws, but I will go back and read the whole thing.))

[mirage.]

(( Thanks, I'll go draw her on the Oekaki. I can't wait for this RP to start, need to get my creative juices flowing. x3 ))

[antler apathy]

OOC: It was actually the last rule in spirit laws c;

Kiki-Alright ^^ Can't wait to see. Honestly, we're just waiting for Toppyrocks and Hanoverian then we can start c:

Edit: And Zmija, and Skylar, but I think I'll put a limit on when they have post their forms before we start. Otherwise it's up to them to them to catch up c:

[Chara Dreemurr]

OOC: . . .-Thinks for a moment- Is any other element considered gold. . ? Probably not so go a head ^^

((I've always considered gold for time. Sooo, would it be ok if my wild dog has golden eyes?))

[antler apathy]

OOC: Actually, it's been the same for me. . . And I totally forgot about it o3o Go ahead c:

[mirage.]

(( Well, if you want golden eyes for your charrie, I guess I can always find some other colour. Up to you. ^^ ))

[Toppyrocks]

Name: Ivy ForestTrekker
Age: 3
Gender: Sennaria (Senna)
Breed[Be specific]: Husky
Element: Snow (I know I said Earth before, but I changed my mind about which character I would use. Is this okay?)
Pack: Spirt Eyes
Rank: Hunter
Personality: Sennaria is a quiet but strong-willed husky. She is fierce when it comes to hunting, but does not really like to fight. She misses her Earth family, and so prefers not to talk about them. She stands by her beliefs and won't give in to something she think is wrong. However, she is subject to bad nightmares at least once a week, but never remembers what they are.
History: Sennaria lived as a sled dog in Northern Canada for most of her life before living in the Spirit Realm. She loved the snow and her job, and the rest of her team. One winter, when they were sledding across the ice, the sled driver didn't realize that the ice was too thin. Sennaria was in the front of the sled, and she broke through the ice and fell into the water. The driver stopped and pulled her and the other leader out of the water, but they had been soaked to the skin. Sennaria died the next day to hypothermia, but the other dog lived.
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Other(optional): I'll maybe find a picture for her that is not copyright, but for now she is a black and white husky with icy blue eyes.

Name: Burke
Age: 5 years
Gender: male
Breed[Be specific]: Labrador Retreiver
Element: Colour
Pack:Outcasts
Rank: Alpha male
Personality: Burke is a sweet and mellow lab, but was saddened deep inside when he was outcasted. He worked hard to try and find a cure, or a way to be accepted, and so soon he was nominated for alpha. He led the rest of his pack for several years. Burke is kind to his pack, but a bit harsh to other canines.
History:Burke lived as a yellow labrador on Earth, in Austrailia. He was a ranch dog, and spent many of his days outside. He lived with a few other dogs and two cats, as well as the rancher and his family. It was in a cruel twist of fate that brought Burke's life to an end. He was outside in the middle of the summer, unaware of the cattle drive that was going on. He was right in the path of the cattle when he realized they were coming up behind him, and he let out a shrill bark of surprise before dodging out of the way. His bark spooked the herd, and they went on a stampede. He nearly got out of the way, but one last cow give him a sharp kick to the stomach. He died instantly, a painless death.

When he emerged into the Spirit Realm he found his beautiful yellow coat had faded to a grey, but his eyes had retained a sharp Orange, circled inside with a light green that sometimes appeared to flash differnt colours in the light. His element became Colour, for he had always loved the different colours of the earth and the sky. When he caught the disease that caused him to loose his eye colour and become an outcast, his element was a cruel piece of irony. If he could just change his and his pack's eye colour back to before the disease, he would be happy. But everything could change except that and their coats.
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Other(optional): The codeword... Darn, I forgot it again. Something with Spirits or Colour I think? Oh, and I have a picture that I am going to edit for him, it's mine from one of our old dogs.

[Hanoverian]

Estrella has long, silky, once-back fur, now an extremely dark gray with subtle hints of a lighter color in places. Like all dogs of the breed, she has a somewhat elegant and feminine appearance, with a fox-like head carried high, long legs, and a full tail. Her eyes are an ever-changing mix of bright, silvery, white and gold. Swirls of color swim in her eyes, passing quickly so hardly visible. They have a certain sparkle to them, like shards of sharp crystal embedded in the iris. She is about 23 inches tall at the shoulder.
Age: 3 years
Gender: Female
Breed[Be specific]: Belgian Sheepdog
Element: Northern Lights
Pack: Spirit Eyes ( I believe that is the name, sorry, I've got an awful memory ^_^; )
Rank: Head Healer
Personality: Estrella is rather shy, although if you fight her against her beliefs, the quiet dog turns into a fiery, defensive, tough, and sometimes scary monster. She is definitely willing to fight for what she believes in! She cares deeply for her friends and family, and will do nearly anything to help them. Betray her, however, and you've got a mortal enemy. Working for years on the mountain makes for a strong beast, you know.
History: [written from Estrella's point of view] So this is what it is like being dead. I've always wondered the about the sensation of lifelessness. It isn't all that bad. A bit floaty, weightless. But I'm not floating. I just feel... light. As if I've dropped about 58 pounds; all my weight. Odd.
I died young. Only 3 years old, killed in a rather unheroic and clumsy way - falling off a cliff. No, it wasn't suicide, wasn't intentional. I was a herding dog, you see, keeping the sheep of my human, Tablone, safe and in order. My job wasn't usually very exciting, just barking and nipping at the idiotic sheep to keep them in the right place.
I had a family, too. My mother, Seidona, father, Charit, and my baby brother, only 1/2 a year old, Sampson. We were nomads of a sort, traveling with Tablone to wherever, working the sheep, keeping order. It was a good life. Plenty of food, good health, and every sheepdogs dream- herding work to be done. Life was good, we would often stumble upon wild dogs, who I would watch for hours, listing to their banter, their strange tongue. My mother told me to be wary around the strange beasts, if hungry, the wouldn't hesitate to steal a sheep from the herd. I doubted it, the creatures seemed like such capable hunters that they never would go hungry.
Then came the fires. There was a lightning storm, great slivers of bright, white, power, shooting down from the sky in jagged pieces, momentarily bathing the meadows with an eerie, pale, glow. The lightning struck one of the lone trees in the great prairie, and it quickly spread through the grasses like a wild animal in a panic. The sheep were apparently afraid of fire. The huge herd of the massive creatures, usually so willing to obey, came charging forward. And I was in the way. I couldn't hear anything but the pounding of sheep hooves, not even the panicked calls and howls of my loved ones. My fur was starting to elite and my paws were burnt to a crisp from running through partially burning ground. Then came the cliff. It was too late to stop myself, and even if I had, the terrified sheep that were still right behind me would've shoved me off. And so I fell.
Crush: None yet!
Mate: Nope
Other(optional): Nopeitynope
Colored Spirits