--Devour-- [Dog/Zombie] (Yes, you read that right)

[Phantasmagoria]

Devour, it's your final hour.
Devour, what a way to go.


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Circa 2100 A.D.

The dead walk, the living run.

Well, those left who are still living.

A heated nuclear exchange between the United States and the Middle East has left the world in a nuclear autumn.

Those who still live are in shelter with zombies surrounding their fortresses, waiting to be driven to insanity by the incessant moaning, or for one of their own to pass away so their food supply could be given a temporary boost.

But that is just the humans.


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The fall of humanity nearly half a decade ago left household dogs alone, unsure of why their owners suddenly tried to eat them. Those who survived the chaos known now as the First Night roam as did their ancestors.

The small toy dogs didn't make it past the First Night, unable to survive a world without riding in purses or wet food put out in a dish every morning and evening. No way to hunt or fight for themselves, they succumbed to starvation or in the jaws of their infected owners.

The survivors were the strong. From the short Dachshund, to the towering Great Dane, any canines with the means to live without human pampering, did. Turned feral by time, these canines now have the cities to themselves. Well, if you don't include to zombies.

The stench of the Undead allows for the dogs to know when their putrid pursuers are beginning to catch up again. The Undead are slow and uncoordinated, but the dogs cannot combat the Undead, only avoid, as the flesh of the dead is toxic and will kill any dogs who decide to fight back with their teeth.

They roam to survive.

Not conquest, not victory, just survival.


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Uhm, look! Rules.


1. No wolves, wolf hybrids, or mysterious wolf packs appearing from no where to try and get you to join their pack. No angsty emo doggies looking for that special someone to fill the hole in their heart or females constantly in heat.

2. I expect at least one paragraph per post. Proper grammar and spelling is also expected. No chatspeak whatsoever, neither in nor out of character. Don't make me go get out the N00b Away. >>

3. A strict limit of two characters per player is currently imposed. This may be raised or lowered with time, depending on the interest this role play receives.

4. No "romances." This is survival/horror, not five-second romance. Go find another role play if you expect to have fifty females fawning over your male.

5. The closest you need to come to fantasy in this role play is the zombies. No wings that magically appear from no where or shooting laser beams from paws. Descriptions must also be realistic. No green polka dots or purple eyes. Seriously.

6. These are hard times for all species, and the humans are the most desperate and should be avoided at all costs. In this world, it is more likely a human would shoot at and eat any canine that foolishly approaches, rather than take them in.

7. Realism. Every dog lets a piece of prey slip by. It takes multiple canines to take down a single deer unless it is sick and weak, and no dog, no matter how strong, can drag a whole deer. Prey is scarce and precious; remember, the dogs are competing for food with the zombies.

8. This is somewhat of an open-world. While plots and paths are free for choice, I expect you to be competent in advancing a plotline. Just saying "Mary blinked and watched." does not contribute to a plot: Try doing something unexpected or creative.

9. All of Tess' rules apply, as per usual.


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For reference only. Your character will be added to the list (below) once accepted.




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[b]Username:[/b] [ If your username looks  ǝʞıן sıɥʇ or ℓικɛ тнιƨ, I expect your username in NORMAL characters. Like this, simple right? ]
[b]Name:[/b] [ No Bramblestar or Snowfoot or anything else. Regular names only. ]
[b]Age:[/b] [ Human years, if I see any "moons" I'll... ]
[b]Gender:[/b] [ Simple enough. ]
[b]Spayed or Neutered?:[/b] [ As they were all once owned by humans, it's only sensible that some have been taken to the vet to get... "snipped." ]
[b]Breed:[/b] [ German Shepherd mix, Blue Heeler, half Whatever, et cetera. ]
[b]Appearance:[/b] [ No pictures, if you please, unless you can prove that they are yours. Must correspond with the dog's breed. Be detailed, scars, markings, everything you can think of to make your character stand out. ]
[b]Other:[/b] [ ... Anything I forgot? Say so here. ]




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-Username- | Dog Name | Gender | Age | -Page Number-


-Zeev- | Fury | Female | 9 years | -1-
-Zeev- | Watson | Male | 6-7 years | -1-
-Collie- | Blue | Female | 2 1/2 | -1-
-Insanity's Child- | Sloan | Male | 5-ish years | -1-
-Zmija- | Jasper | Male | 2 years | -1-
-Zmija- | Kiwi | Female | 7 years | -1-
-Wolf Chick- | Samson | Male | 3 Years | -1-
-Amilou96- | Tara | Female | 1 1/2 Years | -2-
-ravenmoon- | Bentley | Female | 3 1/2 Years | -3-
-Dark Koneko- | Darky | Female | 4 Years | -4-
-Teacup- | Gamble | Male | 5 Years | -5-

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[Phantasmagoria]

Username: Zeev
Name: Fury
Age: 9 Years
Gender: Female
Spayed or Neutered?: Yes.
Breed: Belgian Malinois
Appearance: Fury is a brown mahogany based Malinois with black overlay on the back and dark points common to the breed. She is small for her breed, only about seventeen inches at the shoulder. Her weight reflects her size, only forty pounds, give or take. Around her neck is a leather color dyed a navy blue, with two tags on a small ring; one holds her name and her owner's information (now useless), and the other indicates she has had a rabies vaccination. They are now somewhat of a liability, as the distinct jingle of her collar alerts any animals or Undead in the area of her presence. As she has also grown, the collar has become a bit too tight and has begun to chafe and rub where it lies. She is nearly scarless, a testimony to her cowardice, in spite of her name.
Other: N/A


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Username: Zeev
Name: Watson
Age: Around 6 or 7 years.
Gender: Male.
Spayed or Neutered?: No. His manhood remains intact.
Breed: Heinz 57. Because no one's really sure what he is.
Appearance: With white fur and strange tan splotches, it's really unsure what to call Watson. His ears are pointed and his paws are massive. He weighs in at sixty or so pounds and is nearly thirty inches at the shoulder. He no longer bears any ties to humans, having lost his collar to growth some time ago. He has the heterochromic eyes of a Collie, one brown and the other a rather creepy shade of blue. His tail is docked and nothing but a stub. Fur has grown over most of his "trophy" scars, except for one, which follows the curve of his hindleg. He likes to boast it came from a member of the Undead, but in reality, it's where he tried to squeeze between a few wrecked cars.
Other: N/A

[studio killers.]

Username: grim
Name: Molly
Age: 1 year
Gender: Female
Spayed or Neutered?: Nope, her owners were zombie-fied before she was old enough.
Breed: Border Collie
Appearance: Standing at a mere 19 inches tall and weighing only fifty-eight pounds, Molly doesn't appear to be a major threat at first glance. She is, in all honesty, a cute lil' thing. One ear stands erect while the other flops down at the tip. She bears the usual border collie colors: a white face, chest, underbelly and legs, and a large black spot that starts right at her shoulders and reaches down to her medium length tail. Her eyes are a rich amber in color with brown undertones. She has no collar; her owners opted for the microchip instead (it still itches from time to time). Her fur is dirty and a bit matted, and her nails are untrimmed. She has small scars scattered throughout her body, but it's not like you can see them.
Other: She has a Napoleon complex; she feels the need to be assertive because of her smallness >.>

[Collie]

Username: Collie
Name: Blue
Age: 2 1/2
Gender: Female
Spayed or Neutered?: No
Breed: Dobermann Pinscher
Appearance: Approximately 27 inches at the withers, Blue is as tall as her breed dare come. Her well toned muscular build contrasts her rigid physique which reveals how scarce food is. Weighing in at 27 kg, her ribs pertrude eerily through her sides and her stomach fat seems non-existant. A short, malevolently black coat sheens the slightest hint of midnight blue, accented by the tawny fawn markings which typically distinguish her breed. Her tail is cropped just at the end of the vertabrae, as traditional of a working dog. Her eyes are almond shaped with a rich butterscotch gold colouring. The ears, although cropped short, were never taped and therefore flops into semi folds at either side of her face. Her once feminine figure is barely noticable. The one token that remains of her former life is the black leather studded collar that rests around her neck, she would wear it at home, or on runs with the master.
Other: Blue was a trained police dog, she dealt with narcotics and arrests on a regular basis, often involved in combat with her master. She was a loyal dog and treasured by her master as a partner and dear friend. When the mutations started happening they were both on scene, the humans refused to see things for what the were, a real zombie apocalypse, but the animals could sense in every nerve of their bodies something was dead wrong. Many abandoned their households, even in the flee hundreds lost their lives. Blue stayed by her masters side until the inevitable, he turned on her, he had no hopes of making it after coming in contact with the mutated. She did what she had to, although it pained her deeply, she ran, ran for her life. She knew it was not her master who chased her, he was gone, all the people were gone, empty shells possesed by ravenous hunger and hatred.

[wolverine♥]

Username: Insanity's Child
Name: Sloan, which means "a fighter".
Age: About five.
Gender: Male
Spayed or Neutered?: Yes, he's neutered.
Breed: Bukovina Sheepdog
Appearance: Sloan is a very large dog, with a wide head. He has large jaws, with healthy teeth. He has soft golden-brown eyes, which can woe you over with just a tilt of a head(not like that would work on any zombies...). He has a stocky body that's mostly full of muscle from being out on the streets. He has thick, well-muscled legs that make jumping and running come easily. Fur-wise, he is fairly fluffy, which keeps him warm during those cold nights. His coat is a splotchy back and white, with a long black streak starting from the tip of his nose, running down his back and going down the fronts of his legs. It ends at his tail; everything else is white.
Other: Sloan's owner was a sweet little girl, Molly. Her and her family were some of the first that fell to the terrible disease that fell over the city. Sloan was raised in their friendly household from a puppy - it nearly broke his heart to leave. But, after his old friend Rocky begged him to go, he finally agreed. It wasn't long before Sloan and Rocky came across a few zombies - where Rocky made the fatal mistake of biting a zombie. After two excruciating, pain-filled nights, Rocky drew his last breath at Sloan's side. From there, Sloan put as much distance as he could between him and the 'Infected' parts he knew of the city. Sloan now wanders the streets alone, or at least until he finds a friend.

[ossa di cervo]

Username: Zmija
Name: Jasper
Age: Two.
Gender: Male.
Spayed or Neutered?: No ma'am/sir.
Breed: Papillon!
Appearance: Flowing white fur encase the tiny body of a prized Papillon. Around the elbows, Jasper's fur can been seen hanging in long, silky threads. His ears are as large as any other Papillon and they are always up as straight as Jasper can possibly hold them. The fur within his ears is about as long as the fur around his elbows and it hangs down to frame his small face. Speaking of faces, Jasper's face is almost entirely black, with the exception of his caramel cheeks and spots above his eyes. Oh and let's not forget the the gorgeous little white muzzle. Aside from Jasper's face he is, again, perfectly white... until you look at his legs. His legs are almost like an appaloosa the way they start darkly spotted near his paws and grow lighter as they go up his legs. Under all that fur, Jasper's skin is perfectly flawless. As are his teeth if you were to dare and look.
Other: N/A

Name: Kiwi.
Age: 7.
Gender: Female.
Spayed or Neutered?: Yes. Yes, she is.
Breed: Dalmatian.
Appearance: Kiwi is what you would expect from any other dalmatian. Beautiful spots, almost perfect ovals, almost a perfect organization to them as well. Until you seriously look and inspect Kiwi. Her spots aren't black, they're brown. A light brown. Not only that but Kiwi's spots darken and grow closer near her face, and her back right leg is nearly spotless. As a matter of fact, Kiwi's face is almost entirely brown, aside from the few small, white spots that litter her forehead. Oddly enough, with an almost entirely brown face, Kiwi's eyes are... blue? A light, light blue to be specific. Aside from the fur, Kiwi is cursed with wearing a thick, black leather collar that is studded with spikes. Two thin scars go across Kiwi's muzzle, creating an 'X' shape under her eyes and scars line the front right and back left ankles of her legs, though these are much thicker then the scars on her muzzle.
Other: If you can't tell, Kiwi was previously abused, which, some might say, puts her at an advantage when the apocalypse comes around.

[Phantasmagoria]

[ All accepted. :3 ]

[wolverine♥]

(Thanks! Can't wait for this RP to join~ bump?)

[~Wolf Chick~]

Username: ~Wolf Chick
Name: Samson
Age: Three Years
Gender: Male
Spayed or Neutered?: Nope, his owners turned before they were able to...thankfully.
Breed: Akita Inu
Appearance: Samson is a very large dog, even for an Akita which itself is one of the biggest of the dog breeds. He has muscular and powerful legs and back and he has alot more stamina than speed which he considers an advantage against some of the prey he might have to catch. His tail curls upright and the tip rubs against a the end of his back. His underbelly, chest, insides of his legs and a small snip above his nose is completely white. The rest of him is either a dark, mottled grey or like the area across his back and tail is pure black. His eyes are very dark, almost black in colour and his right ear is slightly cropped, giving him a childish expression. From what he can see, he only has one scar that lays across his nose and up his face to the edge of his left ear, narrowly avoiding his eye. He also wears a dark green bandana around his neck that his owner gave to him when he was first adopted.
Other: Samson is incredibley protective, possessive and territorial over everything but he can be playful and immature at times. When he was new to the whole feral thing, he attempted to hunt down a stag on his own but it turned and struck his face with it's antlers, that's how he got his scar and he learned the hard way of why you should never hunt on your own.

[Phantasmagoria]

[ Accepted.. But just a note, a zombie's level of intelligence is somewhere below that of a fruit fly; they don't conceive that a rock or knife is a better weapon than the bare hand, and therefore don't use them. ^^ And by the way, in your description, how would a dog take off a bandana anyways? They have no fingers.. ]