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  • Tнє Pℓαgυє Dσgѕ (REMAKE VI) | PRIVATE

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    [sup]The Plague Dogs VI is the fourth remake of an apocalyptic roleplay that goes back to 2012,
    and was highly successful in terms of activity - reaching page 350 before an idle period. The foll-
    owing remakes also reached numbers to boast of, until we finally kicked the hay. The Plague Dogs
    are now back, thriving strong as they always have in a world plagued by an infection known as the
    V-1 virus. The human population has been wiped out, leaving the remaining creatures with a deadly
    sickness devouring our world as we know it. Dogs infected with the V-1 virus will gain the personality
    traits of a rabid dog; inhumane, violent, hostile and biting onto whatever they can sink their teeth
    into. Avoid dog bites, or face the burden of carrying the infection and turning into one of them.
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    It's hard finding a good pic of this breed. x-x Also, where should the current setting be?




    A yawn intruded the open space around his being, occupying the once blank emptiness void of the faintest sounds as he released it from deep within his ribcage in a desperate bid to brush off his fatigue and exhaustion. His hazel eyes then proceeded to hastily scan his surroundings and prowl for the familiar figures of his comrades --but to little avail. Finally, he allowed his tongue to loll out within the outlines of his jaw as a hoarse voice escaped, ''Maayaaa. Where ya' gone off to?''

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    A sudden unfamiliar scent invaded his nostrils, and he failed to tag it. ''A newcomer. Maya, there's another one out there,'' his head repeatedly rotating in a repetitive and peculiar fashion, he attempted once more to locate her --again in vain. ''She'll show up,'' He finally decided, setting a hesitant foot outside the rusty and abandoned van. Before booming forward and sprinting past debris and remnants of a once thriving city, he pinpointed to the direction of the scent's upbringing. ''I'm here, and uh.. Sane. I'm a survivor, we've got a group!''


    YOUR FANCYPOST TACO

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    I LOVE TPD LOGIC THO.
    BITE AN INFECTED DOG - WALK AWAY CLEANIO.
    GET BIT BY AN INFECTED - SOSOS MERCY EXECUTION COMMENCE.




    With a passion fueled by the excitement of setting a nametag to this newly discovered figure, Anex propelled forward; kicking into the moist soil with his hinds and casting a trail of debris behind him. ''I got 'ya!'' In a sudden flash of realization that he'd overlooked and passed the petite frame of a young beagle, he skidded to a halt and managed to injure his hock. A faint yowl forced itself up his parched throat, but he kept his posture and turned to face her. ''Didn't see you there.''

  • bacterial contamination (CLOSED, advanced/semi-advanced)


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    Putting distance between himself and his hideout van in big steps measured in several feet, Frey strolled along the sidewalk with his ragged backpack hauled across the pavement --humming in short huffs and breaths whilst resting his pale hands in the pockets of his sweater. A subtle smirk made most of his facial features, representing the good mood navigating his actions as of the day.




    Stopping short of a complex building, he helped himself to Ryker's doorstep and pulled his hands out, only to knock with a welcoming rhythm. ''Open up, Ry. I found something worth the while.'' He then proceeded to reach for his bag and grab what appeared to be a survival knife, sitting comfortably in a designated sheath of leather.

  • ❆ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｗｎｆａｌｌ ❆ [ sɪɢɴ-ᴜᴘs ;; ᴀᴅᴠ ]

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    Z I G Z A G ![hr][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.9; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center;]Doll, let me be your [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:12pt; opacity:0.7; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:-8px;] BATTLE SCARRED CONQUISTADOR .[/fancypost]



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    » NAME « Zigzag.
    » NICKNAMES « Commonly known as 'Creep', 'Freak' and 'Who-the-heck-are-you'. Preferably Zig or Zag.


    » AGE « A full four years old.
    » GENDER « Male.
    » RANK « Prisoner.
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    » LOOKS « His fur consists of numerous shades of grey, ranging from pure off-white to nearly pitch black; a mask of dull grey and a weak silver extending from his face to the tip of his curled tail, being a primary feature of his palette. His eyes are notably of a darker blue color, and his moist noise a cross-over of pink and jet black.
    » BREED « Siberian husky at blood, a mastiff at heart.


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    » PERSONALITY « Being a mischievous lad, Zig takes pride in acts carried out with cunning nature and acute judgment. Longstandingly accompanied by a greed and desire to be accepted by society, he thrives to overcome his unbecoming sense of distrust in others and tendency to tease or throw rude/flirty remarks. With an extremely limited inner circle, he hasn't forsaken his manners and prioritizes gentlemanhood in the sole company of females, although bold and ablaze with a dominant nature around males. Regardless of intent, he will misinterpret teases committed against him for provoking gestures, and will respond in an ugly manner; possibly through physical engagement --therefore requiring an attentive eye to solely study his movements if one suspects he might feel angered.
    » HISTORY « Seperated from parents at birth and raised to carry collars of leather and haul sleighs around polar regions, one can safely assume he adapts to harsh environments with ease --even testing his own limits in settings such as these. Whereabouts of his siblings or parents are no longer any of his concern, and he lives about his life as a free-lancer of a sort.


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    » PARENTS « Unknown, assumedly deceased.
    » SIBLINGS « Unknown, assumedly deceased.


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    » OFFSPRING« --
    » LOVE INTEREST « Might develop.
    » MATE « --


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    » PLOT IDEAS « Open for plotting.
    » THEME SONGS // MUSE BOOSTERS «

    Setting Yourself Up For Sarcasm


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    #dustylooky

  • ❆ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｗｎｆａｌｌ ❆ [ ʀᴘ ;; ᴀᴅᴠ ]

    [font=times new roman][size=16pt][color=black] Don't mind us,
    [size=18][color=grey] we're just spilling our guts.


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    His optics were focused solely on the movements of each individual; distancing himself from bunched up groups and pursuing them merely by the trail of paw prints embedded in the terrain. Occasionally, he would force an afflictive huff up his parched throat, or recollect on energy by seizing a moment to sprawl out. As the intel of their current destination came to his notice, he abruptly skulked past the group; eyes now in heavy pursuit of edible scraps or any supplies of relevance. As he passed Ayita, he allowed his swaying tail to brush against her midriff in a gesture of fond devotion; continuing his aimless stroll.

  • ❆ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｗｎｆａｌｌ ❆ [ ʀᴘ ;; ᴀᴅᴠ ]

    [font=times new roman][size=16pt][color=black] Don't mind us,
    [size=18][color=grey] we're just spilling our guts.


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    Glancing over his shoulder, he noted her response and allowed a subtle smirk to crease his lips; averting his eyes to the smaller figure of a pup, of whom he soon would stride over to in short steps. Resting on his haunches, he sat himself comfortably beside the young 'un, lowering his head to peer at his face before delivering a playful nibble at his ear. "G'day, Luka. You hungry? Famished? How about we round up some of them big ones, y' know, the nasty little mice together? Teach them who's boss. You can let big brother here do the chasing and the biting, while you give the orders. How's that sound?"

  • ❆ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｗｎｆａｌｌ ❆ [ ʀᴘ ;; ᴀᴅᴠ ]

    [font=times new roman][size=16pt][color=black] Don't mind us,
    [size=18][color=grey] we're just spilling our guts.


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    Angling his head to glance over at Ryder and study her physical features, he responded with a shake of the head. "The lady needs it more than us, toots." Raising a paw to weigh it heavily down atop the pup's head, he muttered mischievously, "how 'bout-" Abruptly but gently snapping his teeth around his tail so as to not cause injury and hauling him off the floor with a toothy grin, he remarked, "-we use you as bait to get those rascals out of hiding? How's that for wits?" A soft chuckle escaped his maw as he playfully teased, exposing a more becoming side of himself.

  • ❆ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｗｎｆａｌｌ ❆ [ ʀᴘ ;; ᴀᴅᴠ ]

    [font=times new roman][size=16pt][color=black] Don't mind us,
    [size=18][color=grey] we're just spilling our guts.


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    A barely audible thud came to his notice, glancing over to discover that she had dropped her loot. Comprehending the intent behind the purposely commited act, he featured a subtle smile; his optics closely following her as she made distance and studying her from toe to tail. Lost in admiration of her slender build, he contemplated trotting over and making consversation, though hesitating. With an exhausted sigh, he released his grip and pushed Luka forward with one paw, softly whispering to him, "a good deed musn't go to waste. Go and fill your belly, toots."

  • ❆ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｗｎｆａｌｌ ❆ [ ʀᴘ ;; ᴀᴅᴠ ]

    [font=times new roman][size=16pt][color=black] Don't mind us,
    [size=18][color=grey] we're just spilling our guts.


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    "Heh. Thanks, buddy. Placing his paw teasingly upon his head and fussing it about, he encouraged the youngster. "And thank you, Ryder," he softly cooed out to the female, with a subtle smile creased on his lips. Gradually he lowered his head to angle his jowls and grasp the carcass around his teeth, nearly devouring it in a mere gulp. Although little promising in what it could deliver in size, it would likely fend off the nibbling hunger for a few hours.