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Post by comatose on Jul 5, 2014 12:23:20 GMT
Fawn!
Fawn is two years young Fawn is a loner Fawn is a female
Personality Fawn, as her name suggests, has always been very cautious and soft spoken about the foreign, not entirely trusting of strangers, and would rather choose flight over fight in her good sense. Afraid of loud noises, such as thunder and sudden crashes, she’s easily spooked, as well as very docile at times. She would not stick up for herself in a tough spot, but would defend her loved ones with her life if need be. But despite this skittish and bashful nature though, being she has spent most of her life by her lonesome has molded her into quite the survivalist. She is wiser than a dog her age has the right to be about the ways of the streets, and has developed a sense of independence over the years. Always relying on own her instincts to keep her out of trouble, she knows when and when not a human or canine is safe for approach; also aware of the fact there are packs out there more than happy to rip her limb from limb simply because she's chosen not to pick sides. However, all this does not mean she doesn't crave the company of others she can trust from time to time, as she does tend to get lonely often. Once comfortable around someone, she is more relaxed and open. Though this too does have its downside. You see, Fawn's sense of humor can be quite naturally witty and sarcastic at most, (most likely inherited from her mother's side of the family) and more often than not she gets herself into sticky situations with her quietly sharp tongue.
History Fawn was left in isolation for a good portion of her young life. Purchased from a breeder at a young age, she has little memory of her siblings and mother. At the age of six weeks she was bought into her new home; usually echoing with the drunken slurs of her human, and the clash of glass against the pavement of the back yard. Then one day, her owner didn't appear for his usual bouts of crashing long skinny bottles on the floor. Fawn pulled and pulled on her leash, until finally she broke free. To this day Fawn roams the streets of Westover, hearing rumors of death and anarchy, of the day when all canid-kind will rule...
Current Plots
House of the Thirsty (Saphira) : Active - Fawn explores one of the many alleyways of Town Square, searching for a place to rest; in turn she meets an unexpected wolf guest who goes by the name of Phantasm.
Run Away with Me (Saphira) : Active - Fawn daydreams while walking across a pier when she trips and bumps into the most beautiful creature she's ever seen named Saffron.
Completed Plots
Peaceful Evening (Athena) : Complete - Fawn takes time to relax near Lake Arrow, until a certain older shepherd called Ash requests her good company. The two have a small conversation about their pasts and meaning of the word home.
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Post by comatose on Jul 5, 2014 12:25:43 GMT
Balthazar! Balthazar is four years young Balthazar is an Exile Balthazar is a male
Personality Balthazar is dark, morbid, and has a killer's eye. He rather enjoys feeling flesh tear and seeing blood spill. He gets a sick sensation from controlling a situation, from killing those that deserve no remorse. That is not to say he can simply be reduced to a brainless murderer. When he kills, he kills for reason and reason alone. Yes, The African Wild Dog does have quite the strict moral code. The only people he will even consider taking down are those who he feels truly deserve to die, those who have done him or his brother wrong. And most notably, mankind. This aside, Balthazar does have a more sophisticated side showing the better light of him. He is generally kinder to women and pups, yet he isn't afraid to treat one like "one of the guys", for he does keep memories of his own childhood close to his heart, when he too desired the equality and acceptance of his older male counterparts. Although he isn't entirely a killer, he still can be generally rude. Saying certain things that shouldn't be said at a particular time, since honesty is one of the best things to have in his eyes. Lastly, Balthazar is fiercely protective of those he considers his pack. Which of course is entirely consistent of his older brother, Ahmet; after all, when one has already lost part of what made their world whole, one would do anything to keep what little of it they have left. Ever since an early age, Balthazar has felt the need to shelter his brother from the dangers of the world around them. This has lead to the rather backwards and (bluntly put) screwed-up codependency upon the older dog, for it is his personal mission to keep Ahmet out of harm's way. So be it if he dies in the process.
History To say Balthazar's parents were not the best for the task would be something of an understatement. For one, the litter was merely result of a one night stand between two young and sporadic Wild Dogs. Circe was mother of the litter, whom soon found herself bound to Quintus, the dashing and none-too-trustworthy scout of the Decus. Now back in the day, intercourse was a sacred act. As far as pack-kind was concerned, it existed solely for the purpose of binding two souls together and passing on their lineage for a better future. But you see, doing so simply for the mere pleasure of it was strictly against pack law; punishable by banishment, in fact. So with no other option, Decus council had sentenced the suffering pair to exile as soon as their litter came of age to be fed off meat. Negligent and unstable, all of the little ones perished from undernourishment -- save Balthazar and the eldest of them all, Ahmet. Mind you, simply because the issue was taken care of, did not stop the sheer amount of hatred that radiated towards the pack orphans, the rejects. Pups shied away from the duo, elders despised them, all that was left to latch onto was each other.
Starved of "normal" relationships, and charged with the responsibility of looking out for his more fragile sibling (who with good reason seemed to be more of a target for the pack's hatred). Balthazar soon found solace in caring for Ahmet. The brothers grew frighteningly close, almost to the point where Balthazar would begin to warn off any dog that got too close.
Somehow, despite their pack's callous behavior and day-long absences, Balthazar kept his sense of joy -- perhaps thanks to his brother. He found he could focus on looking after him instead of the less-than-savory environment he found himself in -- and he didn't seem to mind. Balthazar also seemed to fret more than his brother, always hovering over Ahmet like a mother hen, giving him his own share of scraps while letting himself go hungry for just a bit longer. He never realized the depravity of their growing love for each other; he'd seen his parents together before they had dissapeared, and he knew that his brother was easily the most important creature in his life. He had no qualms about the intimacy they threatened to share.
Yet, Ahmet seemed more attuned to the pack's mistreatment than Balthazar, while he merely ignored the bad things and held onto the good, and focused solely on taking care of his older brother (even if, in the long run, it might have killed him). Ahmet explained things to him one night, things he'd overheard from the higher-ups. At the time they were mere rumors; dogs going renegade, even standing up to their superiors in hopes their ideas would be validated, and being banished for it. Ahmet seemed exhilarated by such fantasies -- Balthazar didn't like it. He didn't like it at all, despite how much he'd come to hate humanity from Ahmet's stories. But because it meant he would get to stay alongside his brother, he found he had to go along with it. For Ahmet. It was always for Ahmet.
The brothers approached their superiors -- but their attempts at conveying them to their own understanding failed, and the Decus Alpha rose to challenge them. Snarling, he reprimanded their behavior. Ahmet stood before him, explaining their proposals further with cold words: The instant it became clear that the alpha meant to punish him, Balthazar threw himself between the superior and brother. He took the blow meant for him with little more than a whimper as his alpha's claws dug into his face and sentenced them to leave the pack and never return. Beaten and tired, the two stumbled out of the territory, Ahmet still howling praises of freedom. Finally, he was no longer blind to the Decus' harmful ways, and never again would he be. Mankind would fall one day, he had faith they could accomplish that. But as long as he could care for Ahmet, he would be content. So they persevered, and soon succeeded -- while in exile but in charge of their own destiny, they explore the outskirts of the city.
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Post by comatose on Jul 5, 2014 20:35:29 GMT
Kajynn!
Kajynn is three years young Kajynn is a member of Sacred Forest Pack Kajynn is a female
Personality
Kajynn's personality is most true to that of her mother's: manipulative, strategic and beyond clever, although it is most likely a given of her breed. Being on her own has taught her how to master her talent. She is without a doubt good with her words; one would even describe them as flirtatious -- which is no doubt the truth, as she is ever the lustful creature. She comes across to others as confident, suave and even just the smallest bit vain. And underneath her facade is always a hidden agenda. She finds no use for friends within her pack and prefers to keep her motivations to herself. The only use she sees out of others is how to manipulate them into doing whatever her heart desires, be that stealing food for her, allowing her access into a certain territories, becoming her next sacrifice, or simply for information. The young collie has no compassion in the sense where she will use somebody, then without glancing back, drop them from her life to never see again. Her heart is a cold one. And these key factors of her personality also take action in a much more brutal way. Kajynn can often be found wandering from Sacred Forest boundaries in order to, as mentioned, make blood sacrifices to the gods. She is a religious extremist, one might say. Normally, one of her religion would be appalled at such behavior, for it has always been against spiritual belief since creation -- but this belief has no effect when it comes to Kajynn. Or so she thinks. Either way, she is desperately devoted to the trinity. Wholeheartedly she believes sacrifice of the flesh is necessary to please a deity who represents abilities of the flesh; or more clearly, to the one god she favors above all: Fenrir. Never has she been caught, for out of habit she knows to be sure to cover her tracks and hide the body well out of the territory every time an offering of blood is made to her beloved god. Though this is true, Kajynn does take care to show her dedication to the two other deities, and takes special time out to pray to them daily.
History
W.I.P
Current Plots
Pending
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