Posts by ~GonewiththeWind~

Dodger
Dodger, who was on the other side of the field with his sister, just noticed the large cat. The brute growled to himself, but calmed, seeing that the animal was fleeing, letting out loud cries in pain. The australian shepherd brute padded towards Will and the others, his sister not far behind him.
Seeker
"Sorry we couldn't help.. I was paying attention to something else..." Mumbled Seeker, but she looked up. "Mind telling me what happened?" She asked cautiously, not wanting to annoy them.

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Username: §° ∂ιxιε °§
Activity Level Here(Scale 1-10): 9; Basically whenever I can get on.
Name: Drift
Age: 4.5 months
Gender: Fae
Breed: Siberian Husky
Appearance(Picture Required):

Personality(No "Meet him or Meet her"): Out of her and Kenai, Drift is the smarter one. She tends to think things through a lot. To anyone who knows her, Dfift is a rather energetic and fierce pup. She's very cocky, and won't go down without a fight. One thing that she has a problem with is being blunt. She's very blunt. It offends most, but she quickly apologizes for it in the end.
History: Nothing much; loving, caring parents. When she was told about the story, she and Kenai set out with the others to find out the truth about the Reaper Dog.
Rank wanted: Fighter would be fine, but she wants to be second in command of the little pack of pups.
Mate/Crush/Pups: May develop.
Other: Baby don't fear the Reaper
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Username: Above
Activity Level Here(Scale 1-10): Above
Name: Kenai
Age: 5 months
Gender: Brute
Breed: Red nose http://www.passionpetphotos.co…2/L/Spike014-L.jpgpitbull
Appearance(Picture Required):
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Personality(No "Meet him or Meet her"): Basically the same as Drift, but not as.. clever. But, he's more stronger and confident, and is more daring.
History: Abandoned as a pup, Drift's parents took in the little pup, raising him as their own. Nothing interesting.
Rank wanted: Fighter is good.
Mate/Crush/Pups: Nope/Nope/Nope
Other:N/A

Seeker
Growling, Seeker cut off her brother as he was going to say something. "He didn't ask you; I did." Glared the Australian shepherd, her glare focused on the brute.
Dodger
The brute pushed his sister away. "Don't waste your time, Seeker. Just go back to th-" For the second time, his sister cut him off. "Seeker; drop the subject. It's no use." He growled, watching his sister cower away.

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Parker }} Evelyn }} Fletcher }}
Nicknames: "Hailey is my real name, but my adoptive parents had wanted a boy, so they named me Parker. Park, Hailey, Wolf, Monster... Not a big fan of em' though."

Age_(19-23): "Just turned twenty."

Height: "You asked for it... I'm 5'8..."

Hair: "Blonde, my friend.. i'm a blonde."

Eyes: "Blue. But i'm not perfect, so don't go putting anything into that one."

History_{(Detailed, required)}:
"Had a feeling this one was coming...
When I was five, my mom left me with my dad. My dad had put me in an orphanage, and one faithful day, I was adopted. Everything was fine until I turned eleven. It started the day I came home from school. My foster father was drunk, and there was glass on the ground everywhere. Realizing what was wrong with him, I tried to run to my room, but he had other ideas. My dad; the one I thought I could trust, had some friends other. Apparently, they had plans for me. Yes; they were going to rape me. I had ran out the door, and only got down to the sidewalk when my dad shot me. Two times in my back, four in the chest, and three times in my leg. Although everyone thought I was dead, I wasn't. But to them, I was dead. I woke up four days later, and I realized I was in a coffin. They had my funeral.. a funeral for an alive eleven year old. I managed to get out of the coffin, and out to the surface. You can believe me, or you don't have to whatever you believe isn't my problem. The funny thing about that day was that the day I woke up and escaped, there was a family visiting a deceased family member. When they saw me, they literally ran for the hills. At age fifteen, I drifted along orphanage to orphanage, foster home to foster home. This happened until I went for a visit to the park with a few of the other kids. An hour later, there was a shooting. I was shot in my head. When I woke up, I realized I had a tail, some fur, paws, and well; I was a dog. Yes; a damn dog. Well, the government found this out a few months later. I decided to go along with it, and now; here I am. Since age fifteen and to however longer, I'm here working for the government.."

Appearance In Words_{(Required, 5+ detailed sentences)}:
Parker isn't that tall, but she's not short, either. If anyone complimented her, she'd attempt to kill them. Parker isn't big on compliments; never was, and never will be. Because when she was shot at a younger age, she carries one scar out of those many bullets. One on the back of her leg. She has platinum blonde hair, followed by her electrifying blue eyes. Parker is rather fit. She's not on the obese side; she's actually pretty skinny. Because of her being part canine, she has their eyes. Fox eyes, to be exact. Well; that's all.

What's Special?:
"Well, I can shift into anything related to wolves. A dog, fox, jackal... e.t.c and if I ever got severely hurt that'd kill your average being, I'll blackout for a few hours before waking up. Although this isn't related to a dog or wolf, I can also change into a snow leopard, but that's rare. I'd have to be extremely mad for that. But, my wolf is rather big than most... so most people I meet are intimidated by my wolf's size when I shift. No; I'm not a werewolf, so don't call me one. I'll try to murder you if you do."

Other:

Yay! c:

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Yawning softly, Delilah sat up, shaking out her soft, red merle patterned pelt. Looking around, the Australian shepherd fae's electrifying blue gaze scanned the camp until she glanced over at Speed. The brute looked more excited then a squirrel who found more acorns. Flicking her tail, Delilah leaped out from under the bench, and padded towards her friend. "Having fun there?" She asked him in amusement, her soft, southern accent laced in her voice.

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Delilah rolled her eyes in amusement before padding towards the shade, laying down. Flicking her long tail, the fae shook out her pelt once more before looking around.

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Does she look at you the way I do?
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Sighing softly, Haley glared at the ground. She had called her friend to come here because she actually had proof. She sat at the bench, glaring over at someone. Two people actually. There was the girl who was secretly cheating on her best friend. He didn't deserve that; no one did. Shaking her head, Haley glanced back up to the sky.

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~.: Sybil :.~

Name:
Sybil
Nickname:
Sy.
Age:
Starts at 3.5 months, but she'll grow up in the rp.
Gender:
Female
Breed:
Red merle Australian Shepherd/Golden retriever mix
Personality:
Because she was abused by a group of older dogs, the abuse made the pup begin to stutter severely when she spoke, and her eyes are a bit crossed. This makes her very shy, and for a small, timid and petite pup, Sybil is the perfect teasing bait. The puppy looks up to her rescuer, Maverick. Sybil tends not to go near others, fearing that she'll be teased and ranked into an outcast. However, the runt likes to be around others; she just wants to find those others who'll make her feel like she's actually worth something.
History:
Coldness... bitterness. That's all Sybil remembers. The pup was found by Maverick, a cat who happened to be walking by. The tom picked up the small pup, seeing she was a runt. He had brought Sybil to his sister's owner, who happened to have a mother dog. When Sybil was old enough to open her eyes, Maverick took her in. One day when Maverick went to go find some food for her, a group of older pups came across Sybil, and began hurting her. Humans did too. When the tabby cat came back, he found the pup lying in some mud, her eyes sealed shut. When the small puppy woke up, she told him what happened. However, her speech wasn't the same. She stuttered every 5 seconds. Her story isn't too long, and it's not too short either. If you want to know more about her, ask Maverick.
Family:
Just a cat named Maverick.
Mate/Crush:
Nope/Nope
Pups:
Nope.
Other:
cat, Jelly

[font=mv boli]Name:
Maverick
Nickname:
Sybil calls him Rick.
Age:
28 moons
Gender:
Male
Breed:
Maine Coon mix
Personality:
Maverick is quite a friendly tom, he's always happy to brighten others days and tries his best to keep tension low. This tom is known to quickly make bonds with others and thrives being around those certain people too. While he generally hates being alone, Maverick is known to have his moments where he prefers to be left alone.
These moments are usually known as being moody.
History:
Maverick was never a house cat nor a pet, but his sister was. He'd usually leave his home behind a restaurant and go see his sister. One day when he was leaving, he came across a puppy who looked like a runt; she was. Maverick, who decided to help the struggling thing, took her to his sister's home. Once she was better and nurtured, the tom took Sybil, the pup, and decided to take care of her. Now, before you go crazy, Maverick knew she was a dog; yes. He knew that he despised them since the day he was born, but this one he saw something in. While he of course had food and shelter in the state he was in, and a new friend, he was still lacking one important part of his life. Socializing. He spoke to the pup, but no one else. He's still having a debate weather or not he should actually speak to someone other than a pup, but that's not on his bucket list at the moment.
Family:
His sister, who is now dead and Sybil.
Mate/Crush:
Nope/Open
Pups:
No. He's a cat; there's no way he can have pups, but he considers Sybil as his own.
Other:
cat, jelly.

Name;; Sybil

Age;; 2.5 years of age.

Breed;; Red Merle Australian shepherd/Golden retriever mix

Gender;; Female

Type;; Earth Dog

Personality;; As a pup, Sybil was abused really badly. She was surprised she didn't die. Because of the abuse, she ended up stuttering severely, and her eyes were crossed. Because of this, she was teased often as a pup. This made her very shy, and she ended up having trust issues. As she grew older, Sybil matured a lot, and her crossed eyes went back to normal, but she kept the stuttering. Sybil is a very shy, timid, and cautious dog. She watches out for everything, fearing that at any moment, she'll end up letting her walls down and that special one may walk in, and eventually, he'll end up taking her broken heart with him when he abandons her.

Abilities;;
- Running and Tracking.
Disabilities;;
- Stuttering
- Trusting others; it's hard for her.
- Her cross eyes. They come back now and then.
Crush;; Will develop.

Mate;; Nobody at the moment.

Pups;; Will develop.
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Username;; ~GonewiththeWind~
(Screen Name is º»ғεαя ησ ση)

Muse Level;; Depends on who i'm rping with or how I feel.

Activity Level;; Whenever I can get on; 9-10.

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