Copper's Character Forms

[Copper]

Just a place to store all my forms since I'm forever loosing track of them all.

[Copper]

-- Cat here --

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иαмє:: "My name is Slipstream. It is a great pleasure to meet you."
ρяєνισυѕ иαмєѕ::"In my youth they called me Slipkit then Slippaw."
αgє:: "I am only 22 moons. I'm still too young for all this responsibility"
gєи∂єя:: "I am a she cat. Do you really think I look like a Ton?"
яαик:: "I suppose I am a Medicine Cat now. It is not what I wanted ..."
¢ℓαи:: "I am a proud member of Pebbleclan"
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Slipstream is above all a gentle she cat. Her personality reflects her gentle and caring side most often. She detests fights of any-kind and is quick to agree to things, even if she thinks differently, just to avoid them. Though she loves a good conversation she is an expert listener and quite often cats with troubles will find themselves in her den just because she is such a diplomatic and non judgmental creature. Though Streamclan is currently acting as the Medicine cat for Pebbleclan it is not the path she chose, nor a path she wanted.

Slipstream was born into the clan. A small litter consisting of just her and her two brothers were the pride and joy of her parents Foxtail and Windstripe. She grew up as most of the other kits did and became and apprentice, just like her siblings and the kits before her did and the kits after her would. She apprenticed under a great Warrior named Eagletalon. She soaked in the knowledge he gave her with eagerness and when the day came that she would become a Warrior herself she was filled with pride. One night, long before the arrival of Blossomclan a cat with stars in her fur walked in her dreams. The cat was from Starclan and made it clear to her that she must learn from the current Medicine Cat, Groosetail, that it would help her clan if she did so. She was angered and confused by this. Why would she, a warrior need to help shuffling around leaves? Nonetheless she learned from Groosetail in her spare time.

Four moons went by, Groosetail taught Slipstream the ways of the Medicine cat and though she was reluctant to learn for she was still unsure of the reasoning behind it all she soaked in the knowledge. It wasn't until a moon later that the plans of Starclan were made clear. During an attack that claimed the life of not only Pebbleclan's leader but also countless Warriors and Apprentices Groosetail perished. Slipstream, the Warrior had to become Slipstream, the Medicine cat. Groosetail had no apprentice, she was the only one that knew the ways of the plants and the herbs. She had no choice, Starclan had called her to play this role. It begs to question though if she will ever be happy with it.

➸ Raventhorn ➸ Tom Cat ➸ 25 Moons ➸ Warrior ➸ Single

Raventhorn is a smokey-white tabby. His fur is a canvas of light grey with a few dark brown points on the ridge of his nose and his legs. His tail is a strikingly brown that looks almost out of place from the rest of his body. Raventhorn is a sturdily built and stocky tom. He has short legs and is scarcely taller than the average clan apprentice but weighs in at an even eleven pounds. His paws are large compared to the rest of his body and he sports a round face with small ears. One of the most noticeable things about Raventhorn are his ice-blue, crossed eyes. Though these were the reason he was a little slow to develop eye-paw coordination as a kit they don't impact his daily life too much as an adult ... at least, not most of the time.

Raventhorn's personality is that of a Chipmunk. He is forever finding an endless assortment of things in the woods that he likes to keep tucked away in his secret stash outside of camp. After all one can never have too many funny looking leaves or uniquely colored stones. Much to the dismay of his denmates his nest is often a mess and piled with feathers, rocks and a whole other assortment of things that Raventhorn "Will definably need later so don't throw those out". Apart from his hunter - gatherer tendencies Raventhorn is an all around fun Tom to be with. He's always cheerful and friendly to everyone and while he would fight to help his clan he has never see much sense in it. "Why have enemies if you can have friends instead" is his motto in life. He adores the the 'kits and the 'paws of the clan likely because they have the same go-lucky attitude towards like that he does.

Raventhorn was born into the clan. He came from a litter of four and though he never met his father his mother, Foxtail, said that he looks just like him. He had a relatively normal kithood and nothing much out of the ordinary happened to him during his time spent as a 'paw though it may be worth noting that on his first day out hunting with his mentor he caught not one but two rabbits. At the end of the day when Warrior duties are done and fun is to be had one can often find Raventhorn lazing about the nursery entertaining the young kits with stories and games he himself invented.

➸ Weaselfur ➸ Tom Cat ➸ 30 Moons ➸ Medicine Cat

Weaslefur has eyes that can be best described as Newleaf Green tinged with the faintest hints of a leafbare orange. No matter how close or how far on is, the sharpest of eyes can see the muscles that stand out in Weaslefurs thin legs. Supportive of his lightly muscled body, his legs are the central of his power, used primarily for hunting, and herb seeking. His shoulders are large and powerful, matching the strength and build of his thighs and back paws. Weaslefurs pelt is a base of sandy brown covered in many fine black and grey stripes. A light grey accents his paws, tail tip, chest and muzzle with a wide dash running across the middle of his forehead. Weaslefur is missing his left ear and though his littermates teased him relentlessly for it during his kithood it is rarely commented on by other members of the clan anymore.

Weaslefur is a soft and kindhearted tom, polite and sincere, noble and protective. Being as soft and sweet as he is, Weaslefur can have his moments of harsh behavior. He stands for what he believes in, and protects all that he holds dear, most importantly the ones in the Clan he resides in. The young Tom is not keen on fighting but uses his minor fighting skills when they really need to be used. He was built for healing and hunting alone and tends to stay neutral in all discussions regarding the raising of claws. Weaslefur has a special talent for healing, so it isn't a surprise if he goes into thorough great detail of herbs and their uses when asked about them. He is an intelligent Tom and usually creates a conversation spiced with similes, metaphors and descriptive words. Weaslefur loves to learn new things and will often watch the Warriors training their apprentices so pick up on the latest battlemoves. In summation he is a very well rounded Tom, not overly spectacular but just unique enough to be the topic of conversation from time to time.

Weaslefur has lived in the clan his whole life. He has two siblings Rainfur and Beetlewing who he is fairly close to, both of his parents are with Starclan and he thinks of them still from time to time though his thoughts are mostly on another starry-pelted cat. Though relationships are strictly forbidden for Medicine cats Weaslefur has been madly in love with Snowbird, a young Starclan warrior since well into his apprenticeship. From the first day she walked in his dreams he’s been looking forward to the time that his days in the forest are over so he could finally be with her. Though he would never dare to talk of her to any-cat he spends his ideal moments deep in thought of the day he will finally be able to push his nose into her fur.

➸ Fernpaw ➸ She Cat ➸ 11 Moons ➸ Apprentice ➸ Single

Fernpaw sports a snow-white forefront that extends to not only half of her face but also onto a few choice patches on her body and hind paws. Overall she could be best described as a grey and brown tabby though her stripes are barely visible giving her a more “patched” look than anything else. Her eyes are a mesmerizing sight, yellow tinged with green and the ever faintest hint of orange. Fernpaw has a very short bobbed tail the rest of her tail is buried somewhere in the forest. As a kit her and her mischievous littermates wandered out of their mothers watchful sight and she got herself tangled in a steel trap and lost part of her tail in the process. She is alright with it though because she feels that it makes her look dangerous and unique.

Fernpaw despite looking like a friendly and easy to love she-cat is anything but. If one could only use a single word to describe this young apprentice it would be sarcastic. She isn’t at all shy about stating her opinion, no matter if it was asked for or not. Some would think this is a bad quality but Fernpaw calls it “just being honest” and afterall, isn’t honestly always the best protocol? Regardless if you don’t like her that’s not her fault and she certainly won’t pine over the loss of your friendship. Fernpaw isn’t the type of she cat you will find batting her eyes and giggling at the Tom. She has far too much respect for herself to ever do, or even think of doing, such a thing. While not outright mean Fernpaw’s bark is just as bad as her bite and it would certainly be wise to not provoke her because she won’t hesitate to bat you over the ears if she feels you are being foolish.

Fernpaw doesn’t like to speak about her past, considering it a taboo subject. Born to a litter of five and a rouge mother times weren’t easy for the little family. Her mother left her near the camp where the clan cats lived hoping they would be found when she was still very young. Her inquisitive nature proved too much for her mother and after she lost her tail to a bear trap Fernpaws mother knew that she couldn’t take care of the spirited kit. Fernpaw has been with the clan ever since and though they are welcoming of her and consider her family she still regards herself as an outsider.

Leafkit. Character still in development.

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➸ Adderfang ➸ Tom Cat ➸ 32 Moons ➸ Deputy of Stormclan
➸ Fancies Brightmoon ➸ Earthpowers

Adderfang is a rather vain tom and goes out of his way to keep his appearance in order. Dark brown stripes accent a lighter brown undertone, mixing together in a canvas of earthen tones. Emotionless Green eyes complete this tom's face, making him the rather dashing looking fellow. His fur is thick and luscious and is kept soft by a steady regime of washing. Adderfang is of average size, nothing too large or too small and has a good amount of stamina and strength and has the experience to back him in battle. He has a deep series of scars running across his legs and the pink skin can easily be seen through his fur. Adderfang is quite the handsome fellow and he knows it hence his meticulous cleaning of his pelt. It's not for the she-cats though. It's only for himself. He only sets out to exceed his own expectations, and his appearance certainly reflects that.

Adderfang is a hard to like fellow. He borders on the antisocial side of things and has quite a few tendencies that could be considered downright sociopaths. This tom has a fine taste for violence and will never be found baking down from a fight. That being said he would never do anything to harm any of his clanmates, quite the opposite his clan is his world and he would gladly give his life to keep each and every resident of Stormclan safe, even those that he doesn't particularly like. Adderfang is a rather brave tom and certainly he has intelligence to spare. When Rowanstar chose him as the clans deputy nobody took much issue with it because one would be hard pressed to find a tom with more passion for his clan. As passionate as he is though he has quite a shortcoming when it comes to being kind or even understanding of others.

Adderfang doesn't care much for the opinions of others though despite his borderline narcissism he is quite kind deep at heart. He doesn't particularly like opening up to anyone to getting to know him is rather difficult but if one takes the time to it certainly wouldn't be a waste of their time. He doesn't particularly like kits, or even apprentices for that matter, and finds both of them aggravating and tiring beyond words. Not surprisingly Adderfang has a short temper and it doesn't take a lot to get him angry and frustrated. Anger just happens to be one of the only emotions he ever shows apart from utter disdain. While he is an intelligent tom, Adderfang also can be quite idiotic in the matters of love and social interaction. His mother wasn't exactly a loving cat so he never had much practice to become friendly. Instead of "sugar-coating" a matter, he will bluntly tell it, not that he does often. Adderfang is often kept from being the bearer of bad news because he tends to make it worse.

[Copper]

Wild Critters

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K R A T O S

Ñ•eÑ… :: "Male of course"

ranĸ :: "I am the Lead Male of the Amalaya Pride"

ғaмιly ::"The pride is my family"

Despite his wild, aggressive and downright highly unpredictable nature Kratos is not a mean fellow to those he cares about. In fact he is actually a quite lighthearted Lion. However, his words and actions are hollow, simply devoid of true feelings because he mentally and emotionally distances himself from everyone. The long ago betrayal of his brother has left him suspicious of others and he refuses to put his faith completely in anyone because of it. Though he is powerful and has a fairly threatening appearance, what is truly frightening about him is that he easily looses control of himself in the heat of battle and will become savage and brutal.

Despite his unpredictable beastly behavior he truly is a very good Lion at heart, but he has hidden his true self so deep inside and he is so consumed by the wild beast that life in a world willed with betrayal and lives has turned him into. Kratos doesn't have much patience for cubs and often ignores and offspring he bears because he is afraid that they too will betray him in the end. Kratos is the Lead Male of the Amalaya Pride and considers all of them more of a family than his vulture-hearted brother Archer ever was. He welcomes roaming males and females into his pride with open paws, glad of the extra strength and power they bring. Though he doesn't particularly trust any of them he finds they will be very useful in his future plans. Kratos has made it his goal to rid the land of his once-brother, Archer. The hatred for him pulsates through his veins with a burning fire.

[Copper]

--Pooches--

Don't hate me because I'm clearly better than you.

â™  { Grand Princess Beatrix } { Female } { Street } { Pretender } â™ 

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naмe ;; Grand Princess Beatrix.
nick name ;; You will call my by my proper name thank you. Though I suppose you may address me as Beatrix if you must. Those closest to me can call me Bea.
gender ;; Unaltered female.
street or house;; Street dog, though she certainly wont admit it. Can usually be found begging for food from people in the park.
breed;; 1st generation Labradoodle.
age ;; 3 in human years.

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overall deѕcrιpтιon ;; Light fawn colored specks dappled their way across Beatrix's white fur though they aren't too noticeable apart from on her ears that are clearly a shade darker than the rest of her. She has a mostly Poodle-like coat and due to lack of grooming it has become terribly overgrown despite of the homeless people she solicits food from attempting a lack-luster trim. At the moment she looks almost like a poodle with a bad case of mange. Despite her current situation, she tries to keep her coat silky and shiny by taking nightly baths in the fountain in the park with not much avail. She wears a pink collar made covered in fake diamonds, that was given to her in her last home. Being the way she is she tells everyone that they are real.
pelт color ;; White with specks of fawn throughout.
eye color ;; A light, sea colored blue.
wιdтн and lengтн ;; 25 inches tall, weighing in at 83 pounds.

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crυѕн / мaтe ;; None / None.
Pups ;; None.
ĸιn ;; Unknown / She doesn't remember.
perѕonalιтy ;; There are some dogs that are very easy to get along with. Beatrix isn't one of those dogs. She is rude, sarcastic, stuck up and just downright nasty. Worst of all she is a street dog that looks down upon other street dogs and that makes her hard to like for every-dog she comes in contact with. She lives in a fantasy world where she is still the pampered house-dog that she ones was and not the lost and forlorn street dog she has become. She still trots around town in such a manner that people could easily mistake her for one of the many mansions papered poochi-kins. Of course her shabby un-groomed coat give her away as a stray instantly and she suffers the indignity of being kicked out of shops and the park far to often.
Though she is a yappy, complaint-filled little thing Beatrix is in reality utterly frightened and wants nothing more than a kind, and rich of course, person to scoop her up, take her home and treat her the way she wants to be treated. Despite that she pushes dogs away she is desperately longing for a friend to share her worries with and cuddle up next to during cold nights, in a weird sort of way she found that in the ever-quiet Chanda. Though the two have quite the interesting dynamic it works for them and they are quite the unconventional friends despite that fact that Chanda is only the silent side and Beatrix finds much joy in insulting her for her "unknown lineage". (Cleared this with lynettetan :3)
нιsтory ;; Beatrix was born into she lap of luxury. Gemstone-covered dog bowls, weekly trips to the doggy spa and a closet filled to the brim with fancy clothes and collars. She lived in the high-class, fast lane and she was enjoying the ride ride. As it goes though, her ride on the easy highway of life came to an abrupt and shocking end. She didn't understand what the words "bankrupt" meant but she did understand that she was no longer receiving steak for dinner. Her loving owners moved to a small apartment but there was one problem. No dogs allowed. She ended up in the city pound and her yappy and stuck-up personality made her nearly unadoptable. Eventually a kindly old woman took her in and although they didn't have the riches that her original family possessed they spoiled her and she soaked up every-bit.
Of course her wonderful life wasn't meant to last and the old woman died. When the paramedics came Beatrix slipped out the patio door. Ever since then she has been living on the streets and eventually wandered into the town of Blue Jay. Naturally, she hasn't accepted her role as a street dog and will deny living there talking instead of "living in that mansion on the hill". Sometimes living in fantasy is so much better than accepting the reality.
weaĸneѕѕeѕ ;; Beatrix doesn't enjoy mussing up her fur in the slightest so a smiple stream or patch of dirt could easily be her downfall as she will refuse to cross it, hence limiting anossible "fun" activities. Being the stuck-up little thing she is, Beatrix is absolutly horrid at making any friends or holding any meaningful relationships. She also lacks a natural mothering-instinct so she tends to come off as a terrible soiled little brat when she bares her teeth at young pups.
ѕтrengтнѕ ;; None whatsoever. She is a helpless yappy little ball of white colored fluff that can barely fend for herself.

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υѕernaмe ;; JamesonTheFox.
nιcĸnaмe ;; Jameson.
тнeмe ѕong;; Smile - The living Tombstone Remix. I'll admit I'm a brony :3.
anyтнιng ι ғorgoт? ;; I don't believe so. I remember seeing this rp on the board way back when and I'm absolutely overjoyed that you remade it. It just looks great. Wonderful, wonderful job!

R E M M I N G T O N

Name .. Remmington
Nick Name .. Remmi
Gender .. Unaltered Male
Breed .. English Pointer
Age .. 3.5 in human years

Main Fur Color .. White
Underlying Fur Color .. Uneven splotches of brown
Eye Color .. Deep chocolate brown
Height and Length .. 23 inches tall // 73 pounds

Crush / Mate .. None / None
Pups .. None
Family .. Juniper & Ralston

Remmi looks like he's fallen into a bucket of brown paint. Brown flecks accent an otherwise white canvas of fur. He has a large brown splotch on his back and a near perfect brown circle on his rump. Remmi also sports a brown head with a white dash running from his muzzle to his the base of his head. The brown splotches on his legs are very closely formed together so they look like they are constantly dirty. True to the Pointer form he is tall and lithe and has massive muscles allowing him to outrun many of the stockier dogs with ease. He sport a set of droopy jaws and ears and long white-tipped tail.

Remmi is a pretty easy dog to read and understand. He's one of the most personable and outgoing dogs you could ever meet. Bubbly in nature he doesn't know the meaning of the word enemy and considers everyone a good friend. Not exactly the best quality for a streetdog but he's been managing to get by just fine. He is friendly and is the one that's always convincing others to go out and just make friends with every other dog in the area. It can get a bit boring almost, since he seems to be so hyper and excited at the worst times, which really angers others, but he doesn't seem to notice. Another part of him is his helpfulness. He's always willing to stick a paw in and give his opinion on a matter if he thinks it'll fix the situation at hand. Remmi is the one to comfort a dog first, giving them relief in the times of pain or loss. [Unless he's interested in you romantically,then he'll be nervous and stay away] This means his loyalty levels are through the roof. Remmi is very loyal and sticks with you one hundred percent, even staying with you when it comes up to everyone being against you and your ideas. It's just a trait of him that can get a bit dangerous.

Now for his biggest downfall. Remmi can be a bit too clingy. His energy and friendliness seems to combine into one form that ends in him sticking with you,even when you don't want him there. It really angers others, since he's so emotionally connected to another dog as if they were his littermate, and he suspects it is from his lack there of. The real reason is because of his deep seated fears that any dog he loves will leave or die, leaving him completely alone in the world once again. Prior to being rounded up by humans Remmi has lived his whole life as a streetdog. He's lived in the city and apart from a few run in's with some rather unfriendly rats has never killed anything, let alone killed anything and then eaten it. He's rather skilled in the art of garbage can tipping and can smell a two day old hamburger from a mile away.

All of Remmi's family has long since left this earth. His mother Juniper died after being hit by a car while trying to cross a busy highway and he lost his father in a hunting accident. He thinks of his parents often,since he really was close with them, but he tries to push down the grief as much as he can. Love wise, he's never had any relationships, and not even crushes. Living on the street since he was a young pup has caused him to give up on the hope of ever finding a special dog to spend his life with and maybe raise a litter with.

"The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress."

[ Leon ] [ Altered Male ] [ House Dog ] [ Work in Progress ]

Name ..Leonidas
Nick Name ..Leon / LeiLei
Gender .. Altered Male
Street or House ..House Dog. Leon lives with his master, Piper, her five year old daughter Izzy, and a cat named Otto. They live in the Historical District, above Piper's children's art studio (The Crayon Box).
Breed .. Boxer / Labrador Mix
Age .. 12 months

Overall Deѕcrιpтιon ..
Leon is the epitome of Halloween. His orange coat makes him look like some kind of misshapen pumpkin. Small in stature and a long body that even a Basset Hound would envy he's certainly an interesting sight for the eyes. A white dash runs from his forehead and between his eyes meeting up with his full white muzzle. White tips on his tail and four feet accent his white chest and underbelly nicely.Leon wears a amber leather collar around his neck with his ID tags, and a shock collar that would ideally prevent him from climbing over (or digging under) the backyard fence.
Main Fur Color .. Mixture of Orange & Tan
Underlying Fur Color .. White
Eye Color .. Amber
Height and Length .. 23 inches tall, weighing in at 35 pounds.

Crush / Mate .. None / None
Pups .. None
Family ..Unknown
Personality .. Leon is all-over-the-place crazy. He has bounds of high energy and no attention span to spare. His mind is as jumpy as his body forever giving the impression that his master lets him drink coffee. In reality Leon only has to speeds; 100 mph and naptime. Overall Leon is a friendly & rather bubbly dog so long as no dog is trying to dominate him. Happy smiles, and a wagging tail can melt away pretty quickly when that happens and he will turn into a little growly-pants. Leon is terribly cat friendly and even lives with one named Otto. Oftentimes the pair will hang around together though even Otto is rather ashamed of his housemate and will climb a few fences to avoid having to deal with him all day. Though Leon is a major klutz and has a brain that can't keep up with his mouth he tries really hard to keep everyone happy. He is after-all still pretty young at just about a year old, and still trying to break out of the "awkward juvenile" stage.

History .. Born of a Labrador mother and sired by a Boxer, Leon is in all sense of the word a mutt. His siblings and him were born in a cool evening the previous October in a backyard. They grew up in that same cold backyard and at the age of 8 weeks they were separated and given away to whoever wanted them. Leon went to live with a family with three younger children. He was in pure puppy heaven and the family loved him dearly. Unfortunately, as it so often happens, cute puppies turn into unruly juveniles and suddenly jumping up and eating sneakers is no longer as adorable as it once was. Leon found himself dumped at the animal shelter. His family was upset and so was he.
Leon languished for three months at the animal shelter till one day his current master, Piper adopted him. The pair were, and continue, to be constantly at odds. Leon having no training whatsoever leaves an endless trail of destruction and mayhem wherever he goes, and Piper refuses to give up on him and return him to the shelter from which he came. Hopefully with age will come wisdom and Leon will learn that he can't keep doing what he's doing, otherwise someday he may well end up at the shelter again. A problem dog doomed to forever be someone else's problem.
Strengths .. Leon is as fast as his attention span is short. Sometimes he enjoys running just for the sake of it and once he gets started it could be potentially difficult to catch up to him.His shorter stature also enables him to squeeze under many of the town looser chain-link fences though he could just as easily jump over then if they weren't too tall. Anything below 5ft is easy stuff. Anything above it, not to much.
Weaknesses .. Lack of attention span seems to be the most terrible problem of Leon's. He's just an all-around goof that doesn't take anything seriously and seems incapable of staying with one subject matter for more than .5 seconds. He's still rather young and also incredibly naive so he could be easily swayed to do something "bad" just due to doggy peer pressure.

Y O G I
Yogi looks like he's fallen into a bucket of brown paint. Brown flecks accent an otherwise white canvas of fur. He has a large brown splotch on his back and a near perfect brown circle on his rump. Yogi also sports a brown head with a white dash running from his muzzle to his the base of his head. The brown splotches on his legs are very closely formed together so they look like they are constantly dirty. True to the Pointer form he is tall and lithe and has massive muscles allowing him to outrun many of the stockier dogs with ease. He sport a set of droopy jaws and ears and long white-tipped tail.

Yogi is a pretty easy dog to read and understand. He's one of the most personable and outgoing dogs you could ever meet. Bubbly in nature he doesn't know the meaning of the word enemy and considers everyone a good friend. Not exactly the best quality for a streetdog but he's been managing to get by just fine. He is friendly and is the one that's always convincing others to go out and just make friends with every other dog in the area. It can get a bit boring almost, since he seems to be so hyper and excited at the worst times, which really angers others, but he doesn't seem to notice. Another part of him is his helpfulness. He's always willing to stick a paw in and give his opinion on a matter if he thinks it'll fix the situation at hand. Yogi is the one to comfort a dog first, giving them relief in the times of pain or loss. [Unless he's interested in you romantically,then he'll be nervous and stay away] This means his loyalty levels are through the roof. Yogi is very loyal and sticks with you one hundred percent, even staying with you when it comes up to everyone being against you and your ideas. It's just a trait of him that can get a bit dangerous.

Now for his biggest downfall. Yogi can be a bit too clingy. His energy and friendliness seems to combine into one form that ends in him sticking with you,even when you don't want him there. It really angers others, since he's so emotionally connected to another dog as if they were his littermate, and he suspects it is from his lack there of. The real reason is because of his deep seated fears that any dog he loves will leave or die, leaving him completely alone in the world once again. He's lived in the city and apart from a few run in's with some rather unfriendly rats has never killed anything, let alone killed anything and then eaten it. He's rather skilled in the art of garbage can tipping and can smell a two day old hamburger from a mile away.

All of Yogi's family has long since left this earth. His mother Juniper died after being hit by a car while trying to cross a busy highway and he lost his father in a hunting accident. He thinks of his parents often,since he really was close with them, but he tries to push down the grief as much as he can. Love wise, he's never had any relationships, and not even crushes. Living on the street since he was a young pup has caused him to give up on the hope of ever finding a special dog to spend his life with and maybe raise a litter with.

[center]S U N N Y

Name .. Otello's Bright and Sunny Days
Nick Name .. Sunny
Gender .. Unaltered Female
Breed .. Labrador
Age .. 4 in human years
Location .. House Dog

Main Fur Color .. Dusty Yellow
Eye Color .. Dark brown
Height and Length .. 22 inches tall // 52 pounds

Crush / Mate .. None / None
Pups .. None
Family .. Lucy & Monticello

Sunny is a sly and rather sneaky dog. The biggest trait of Sunny is her smarts. She's good at planning and going through with ideas, giving her a sense of accomplishment, though rarely any dog ever listens to her ideas. Namely because she's rather self absorbed and the queen of making snide comments to others. She's probably the most opinionated dog you'll ever meet. Sunny is sharp tounged, not soft spoken and sweet like most other female dogs. She's got huspa, and she isn't afraid to show it one bit. If you have a problem with it, then you are on your own, because she won't change... Not of you, not for anyone. Sunny is very strong-willed and doesn't care what you think about her one bit. This young dog is focused, not willing to let anything get in her way. Friendship and love mean nothing to her when it comes to her goals in life. She hopes to be an AKC champion showdog one day, but in order to be such, she must keep her focus straight. She's already a skilled competitor and isn't afraid to let you know it. Because of this,she doesn't have many friends, and never had any romantic relations with any dog. Purebred or otherwise.
Nothing will cloud Sunny's vision, but in reality, she won't get close to others because of her intense fear of closeness. It affects her daily life,making her seem stand offish and anti-social. She'll be one talking to others and socializing, but she'll never try and make friendships or connections, it's just not how she works. She's complicated in this sense,making her hard to understand fully. Sure,she's outspoken and can be nasty, but that's not her full self. Sunny is actually full of insecurities that makes it hard for her to live life normally.

Sunny comes from a long line of showdogs and still see's her mother and father at shows she competes in. Her person routinely has "playdates", that she detests, with her and her siblings but apart from one of her sister's she doesn't think much of the rest of them. A bunch of housepets they are with no wishes of being anything more than that. Sunny is owned by none other than Mayor Charming, the mayor of the whole town. She routinely accompanies him to ceremonies and isn't shy of reminding others that she has been on television eight times.

ƬΉΣY ᄃΛᄂᄂ MΣ ƬЦG

вreed :: "I am a Belgian Malinois"
Ñ•eÑ… :: "Male of course"
age :: "I am three and a half seasons old"
ranĸ :: "I am the Beta around these parts"
мaтe ::"I don't waste my time on such things"
ғaмιly ::"They are all in the past and hold no relevance"

Despite his wild, aggressive and downright highly unpredictable nature Tug is not a mean fellow. In fact he is actually a quite lighthearted and aloof guy. However, his words and actions are hollow, simply devoid of true feelings because he mentally and emotionally distances himself from everyone. He is not one to pick fights but he is very quick to use violence instead of words. Though he is powerful and has a fairly threatening appearance, what is truly frightening about him is that he easily looses control of himself in the heat of battle and will become savage and brutal. Because of his unpredictable beastly behavior most avoid him believing he is a true monster and may suddenly turn on them without reason. Most cannot see past the 'monster', especially once they've witnessed him fighting, and he shuts out those who approach him in a friendly matter. Despite all of these things he truly is a very good dog at heart, but he has hidden his true self so deep inside and he is so consumed by the wild beast that life in this world has turned him into that even he is unaware of it.

Tug has been a member of the Nemus pack since his birth and though he never made it a particular goal of his to move through the ranks and obtain a higher position it sort of happened all on its own. He's the last surviving member of his family his parents are both deceased and his siblings had all left the safety of the pack to wander through the dying world on their own. Prior to becoming Beta Tug had spent his days as a Fighter.

[Copper]

-- wolves---

"ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＬＯＯＫ ＵＰ, ｊｕｓｔ ｌｅｔ ｔｈｅｍ ｔｈｉｎｋ"

Name: "Hello, there. The name my father gave me is Hawkwing though you may also call me Hawk. I was named after the first thing my father saw upon my birth."
Age: "I am almost three seasons old. I still have a lot of life before me."
Gender: "It should be obvious shouldn't it? I'm a Male, a Brute, One Cool-Guy."
Species: "I'm a wolf of course! Is there anything better you can be?"

"ＴＨＥＲＥ'Ｓ ＮＯ ＰＬＡＣＥ ＥＬＳＥ ｙｏｕ'ｄ ｒａｔｈｅｒ ｂｅ"

Description: Hawk is a canvas of color. A Red Wolf of the Highest caliber. This fur is a pattern of Roan, Brown and Black, tinged with some white throughout, almost as if he has a pelt speckled with flurries of snow. Like all wolves, he has a thick pelt that protects him from any element that he might be in, though he's miserable in the heat and much prefers to laze around in the water when the temperatures rise. His eyes are the deepest of brown and it's hard not to look away when they stay on you for more than a few seconds.

"ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ ＡＳＫＩＮＧ ＦＯＲ ＩＴ ｗｉｔｈ ｅｖｅｒｙ ｂｒｅａｔｈ ｙｏｕ ｂｒｅａｔｈｅ"

Disposition: At first glance, Hawk seems cold and aloof, not wanting to get too close to the other wolces around him. He, in fact, will not open up to others, even if they become very close to him, and will immediately change the topic when the conversation is directed at him. Become too pushy, and this Brute will simply leave your side and find another companion. His trust is hard to gain and very easy to lose. Get close enough to this male, however, and you'll break into his core. To those he knows well, Hawk tries to be somewhat of a comedian, though his intellectual jokes often go over others heads and he finds himself laughing at himself the majority of the time. He loves conversing with others, but is just as content lying stretched out in the grass while running his thoughts through his own head.

If you hadn't guessed it, Hawk is an extremely hard worker. When on the job, he has an incredible focus and will work until the task at hand is complete before moving on to the next one. This is a Wolf that is always on time and scolds those that are late or that laze around when they should be working. There is a time for fun, but when there's something to be done, Hawk turns into an almost aggressive Brute, commanding it get done before anyone take time to lay around or converse with each other. He's extremely motivated and doesn't like to wait around for others to step up with him.

Despite all of his, Hawk is a good listener and does care about the wolves he's around. He's very patient with them if they show kindness toward him, and he'll do anything to help them along. He always has a shoulder to lean on, and though he might not be able to understand what you're going through, he'll stand there with you through thick and thin. Stoic and courageous, he is often seen from afar, making sure that nothing is approaching that would harm the pack he has gotten so close to. It's hard to get him riled up, but beware if that's what you've set out to do. While he's very forgiving once everything is said and done, Hawk has a hard time stepping back until the thing that has attacked him is dead.

"ＪＵＳＴ ＢＲＥＡＴＨＥ ＩＴ ＩＮ. ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｊｕｓｔ ａ ｍｅｓｓ."

History:Hawkwing was the last-born in a litter of four, he was the smallest, the runt. Though he was the only one that looked like a mirror image of his Alpha father he was the least respected. Born in a litter that was the pride and joy of the Crescent Moon Pack he was an un-welcomed burden. He grew up watching as he sibling were loved and pampered. Envy and anger filled his heart turning it to stone. During the summer of Hawkwing's birth a wildfire raged through the pack's territory, claiming the lives of many of the packmemebers that scorned the young pup who's only fault was being born a little small.

As ash covered the land Hawkwing, his father and the four surviving members of the pack tried to rebuild their lives by moving to a new land. The only surviving pup of the two Alpha's ambition blazed in Hawkwing's eyes with each and every pawstep he took. His father who had treated him with ignorance in the past now put his remaining energy into making him a powerful and feared leader. His training was strict and harsh but he rose above it and became a very powerful and talented warrior. His smaller size became a benefit as it enabled him to be much faster than some of his larger packmembers.

As the seasons wore on a started to edge it's way to the second summer of Hawkwing's life he was suddenly separated from his pack,the worst drought that the Balkan Forest had ever experienced reached it's peak as fire ravaged the land. As the flames burned around them Hawkwing and his pack raced to the safety of the high mountains. He was separated from his family and it is yet unknown if they perished or are still alive. He joined the Pinea Pack during the heavy snowfalls of winter and has been loyal to them since.

"ＹＯＵ ＤＯ ＡＬＬ ＴＨＩＳ ＢＩＧ ＴＡＬＫＩＮＧ, ｓｏ ｎｏｗ ｌｅｔ'ｓ ｓｅｅ ｙｏｕ ｗａｌｋ ｉｔ"

Mother: Unknown - Deceased
Father: Nightstep - Unknown
Siblings: Brother / Twigleg - Unknown
Crush: None
Mate: None
Pups: None that he recalls

Name:
[Twigleg]
Nickname:
[Twighead / Twig / Twiggy]
Gender:
[Brute]
Age:
[5 Seasons]
Breed:
[Red Wolf X]
Rank:
[Omega]
Rank Desired:
[Medic]
Base Fur Color:
[Roan]
Under Fur Color:
[Beige]
Markings, Scars:
[Body littered with scars / Tail missing most of it's fur due to severe burns / Pale Blue Eyes]
Personality:
[Twigleg, who got his name from his long, twig-like legs, spends much of his time living in a world of what-ifs. Due to transgressions of the past he now aims to treat everywolf how he would want them to treat him. He wants nothing more than to be treated with respect and kindness so those are qualities you can always find in him.

Twigleg tragically lost the ability to speak (and much of the fur on his tail) in a fire a few seasons ago. So above all else he is a quite wolf, making him not so much of a hit with the ladies. Though he was forced into the Omega position long ago he still longs to hunt and patrol the territory and want often be found out at night, when much of the pack in asleep, on his own private hunting patrol.

He has a special love for the antics of young pups and will happily watch over them while the rest of the pack is off attending to more important matters. If he could talk he would be able to tell the young ones wonderful stories and tall-tales, but he must be content in etching pictures into the soft earth with his claws.]

Family:
[Nightstep - Supposed Father / Springflower - Mother / Hawkwing Supposed Half-brother]
History:
[Twigleg was born the only surviving pup of his mother, Springflower's, three litters. Though he was born into a pack where no wolf except the Alphas were allowed to bear pup's his mother, a mere Omega, was granted a reprieve. Legend has it that is was because she mated with the Alpha Male Nightstep. Though Nightstep never said anything on the matter his mother had quite a bit to say of it.

Naturally Twigleg grew up without a firm father figure but spent much of his time admiring Nightstep. He dreamed of someday being Alpha of his own pack and trained exceptionally hard as a yearling and was well on his way to becoming a grand hunter and fighter. Throughout his training Twigleg learned that he had quite the talent for healing. This did not go overlooked and he was removed from Warrior training and forced to train as a medic. When Nightstep's mate bore him a litter the young Twigleg saw them as immediate competition and regarded all of them harshly.

When a fire raged through the packs territory many wolves were trapped in underground dens with no route of escape. Twigleg, who was a mere two autumns old charged through the burning entrance of the Alpha den to rescue the young pups he had envied for so many moons. He grabbed the two strongest males leaving the runt of the litter, Hawkwing, behind pleading for his help. By the time Twigleg reached the fresh outside air he realized that both pups where hanging limply in his jaws. He tried to call out for the help of the packs Medic but his throat burned with each word he tried to say.

As the moons passed on Twigleg realized that he had risked his life and ability to speak for pups that never even had the chance to thank him for it. The pup he had left to die had been saved by another member of the pack and as he grew into a young wolf he took much of his anger out on Twigleg. By the time that young Hawkwing became Alpha of the pack, Twigleg had long since been demoted to Omega.]

[Copper]

--people--

ɴαмe Amir Yassiff Hamoudi
Pronouced "Ah-meer Yazz-if Ham-oo-dee, his name holds a long lineage of family behind it. Hamoudi is of course his families name. His middle name, Yassif, is so named after his great- great grandfather and the name Amir comes in honor of his father's older brother who died of the coughing sickness.
wнo aм ι The Merchants Son
He works with his father. He frequently runs the store by himself
Aɢᴇ Nineteen
He's the oldest boy in the family
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Male
Not much more to say about that.
нeιɢнт Five foot, eleven inches
More or less average in height. There are certainly some fellows, and a few ladies, that are taller than him.
weιɢнт One hundred seventy five pounds
While Amir never makes it a point to work out everyday, he sports some stunning muscles. Working in his father's store keeps him in shape.
ɢeɴerαl All the rest
Amir wears a silver stud earring in his left ear, he pierced his own ear with a hot needle at the age of 8 because he wanted to look like a pirate. Now wearing an earring has become such a habit that he doesn't feel quite right without one. Amir's hair is nothing cutting edge or fancy by any means. He keeps it short ... very short. Though he finds longer hair to be a utter hassle much of the reasoning behind his short haircut steams from his mother "tsk tsking" at all his friends from their shaggier haircuts. His eyes are the deepest chocolate brown and they seem to melt when looked at too long.

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perѕoɴαlιтy Reserved, chivalrous, kind, adventurous

Amir is an interesting guy to say the least. He has an oddly adorable awkwardness to him. Though he often wears an edged expression and has a demeanor atone that of a very standoffish cat he's a nice guy. Should you take the time to get to know him of course. Above all else Amir has a very particular distaste for things he considers to be "a waste of time". He's the type of guy to insist on bringing in the groceries in one trip. Amir despises standing still and is prone to fidgeting when stationary. He prefers not to work in teams and feels like others often drag him down so usually Amir goes at things solo. When he is forced to work with others he greatly prefers doing so in a leadership position because at least then he knows things will get done in a precise and timely manner.

Amir has a natural distrust in other people and is always wary in giving away too much personal information especially relating to his past. He's prone to selfishness at times but is an overall kind and caring soul. Amir is a the epitome of a nobelman, he is polite, accommodating and rarely raises his voice. His charisma and geniality is almost terrifying to see when you know his less-than-chivalrous side. When one first meets Amir he can come off as a standoffish young man with little interest in anyone or anything other than himself though that couldn't be any further from the truth.

In his youth he loved to hear stories from the elders about faraway places, brave pirates and clever bandits. The tales regaling the lives of heroes such as Robin Hood and a fantasy character named Peter Pan gave way for a lifelong appreciation of Fantasy and Imagination. In the time before he started working for his father Amir often wished to be a traveler and to visit the unknown regions of the capital wasteland. For the time being though he is content to stay in Megaton and entertain the local children with the tales and fables he loved as a child.

тαleɴтѕ Woodwork, storytelling,
lιĸeѕ Order, Cooking, Books, Children
dιѕlιĸeѕ Idleness, neediness, cats