Realistic or Modern Stray Dogs- Ghosts Pack

[Chaotic Poem]

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[Chaotic Poem]

Basics
Character Name: Ghost
Nickname: none
Meaning of Name: a haunting figure
Breed: Belgian Malinois
Physical Appearance
Age: 4
Eye Color: Amber brown
Fur Color: Brown with black points and a black mask
Type of body/build: Muscular and agile, quick.
Distinguishing Marks: None
Health issues: Can sometimes have small breathing issues due to smoke inhalation.

Favorites
Food: Rabbits
Expressions: a soft glare
Daredevil or Cautious: Daredevil
Habits of Character: Tenses up at sudden activity, even when its safe.
How does s/he spend a rainy day: Out patrolling or hunting, he enjoys the rain!

Background
Puppyhood raising: Ghost was raised in a bitework facility. He was bred, born, and trained to the specifics to be a good police, military or protection dog.
First Memory: While roughhousing with his siblings, Ghost got carried away and bit his smaller sister too hard. She yelped, and their father’s growl cut through the play. Stern but measured, he taught Ghost a lesson—just because he had the strength to hurt didn’t mean he should.
Training: Heavily trained to work with humans, after a fire he trained himself to hunt, patrol, fight other dogs and protect himself.

Attitude
Most at ease when: Swimming- there is no fire in water.
Ill at ease when: Someone he cares about is in danger.
Priorities: His pack, his self.
How s/he feels about self: Proud, highly but not arrogant. He's come a long way.
If granted one wish what would it be: To go back and save his family from the fire- not that the fire never happened.

Personality
Greatest Strength: His training
Greatest Weakness: His lack of trust
Soft Spot: Young pups
Is this soft spot obvious to others: Yes, compassion is strength,
Biggest Vulnerability: Fear of fire
Traits
Optimist or Pessimist: Pessimist
Why: He's learned that things don't often go well.
Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert
Why: He's always had a pack or family.
Drives and Motivation: Want to grow and protect a family again, renew the one he lost.
Talents:
Master Combatant – Years of bite work training and real fights make him a lethal fighter.
Tactician & Strategist – He doesn’t act on impulse—he calculates and executes.
Loyal to the End – Once you have his trust, he will never abandon you.
Survivor – He has faced fire, loss, and solitude, and he came out stronger.
Extremely skilled at: Leading, fighting, and caring.
Extremely unskilled at: Hard to give trust, he struggles with being friendly and polite.
Good characteristics: Loyal and caring.
Character Flaws: Untrusting and distant.
Emotionally Guarded – He struggles to express his emotions, often burying them deep.
Distrust of Humans – Though once loyal to them, his past pain makes him avoid them completely.
Haunted by the Past – He never speaks of the fire, the loss, the pain, but it still lingers.
Reluctant Leader – He never sought power—he took command because no one else could.
Mannerisms: Tends to huff or sigh when doing things.
Peculiarities: None
Biggest Regret: Not saving his pack from the fire.
Minor Regrets: Not learning to trust.
Darkest Secret: Desire for a close mate, someone he could be carefree with.
Does anyone else know: no.

Backstory:​

Ghost was born into a world of discipline and purpose—a bite-work kennel, where dogs were trained to be the ultimate working animals. Every day was filled with training, bonding, and working alongside both his canine pack and his human handlers. He loved it—every second of it. He had a home, a job, a family.

Then the fire came.

The flames spread fast, smoke thickening the air, turning the only world he had ever known into a burning hellscape. He ran—not out of fear, but because survival was the only option. He ran through shattered fencing, through the forest, never stopping, never looking back. His pack—his family—was gone.

Alone for the first time in his life, he was forced to become something new. He hunted, he fought, he learned the ways of the wild. But no matter how far he roamed, he could never shake the ache in his chest—the need for a pack.

Along the way, he met others. Some he traveled with for a time, learning, teaching, sharing survival. Some became temporary allies. Some became ghosts of passing memories. But none could fill the void of the pack he lost.

It was that desire—that need to belong again—that led him to the abandoned house. It was a place untouched by humans, safe from the world, hidden yet strong. And in time, alongside his trusted deputy, it became home. Their home.

Now, he leads the Pack, not out of ambition, but out of instinct, duty, and the desperate refusal to lose another family.

Motto:​

“Survive. Protect. Endure.”

Ghost is not a dog of many words, but this is the foundation of everything he stands for.

 

[Idk_i_am_just_bore]

Basics​

Name: Wraith
Nickname:
Meaning of Name: A "wraith" is a ghostly figure

Breed: Siberian Husky

Physical Appearance​

Age: Young adult (around 2-3 years old)
Eye Color: Ice blue (left) and amber (right)
Fur Color: Primarily black with white markings resembling streaks of smoke along his sides
Type of Body/Build: Lean but muscular, built for endurance and speed. Agile and sleek, with long legs that make him a natural runner.
Distinguishing Marks: A jagged white marking along his spine that looks like a lightning bolt.
Health Issues: None, though he tends to push himself too hard, sometimes running to exhaustion.

Favorites​

Food: Fresh meat, frozen treats (especially ice cubes), and peanut butter.
Expressions: Tilts his head slightly when curious, smirks (as much as a dog can) when he knows he’s outsmarted someone.
Daredevil or Cautious: Absolute daredevil—lives on the edge, thrives on challenges.
Habits of Character:

• Moves silently, often startling others when he appears out of nowhere.
• Runs in circles when excited or impatient.
• Stares at people intensely, like he’s analyzing them.

How does he spend a rainy day? Either watching the rain in a strangely thoughtful way or pacing restlessly, waiting for it to stop so he can run again.

Background​

Puppyhood Raising: Raised in a harsh, snowy environment where he learned independence early on. Not the type to be pampered—he was taught to survive.
First Memory: Chasing a bird through the snow, slipping, and acting like it didn’t happen.
Training: Learned tracking, endurance running, and problem-solving. Struggles with obedience training due to his independent nature.

Attitude​

Most at ease when: Running at full speed with nothing in his way.
Ill at ease when: Trapped, confined, or forced to follow orders.
Priorities: Freedom, staying ahead of everything, and proving his own strength.
How he feels about himself: Confident but restless—always looking for something more.
If granted one wish, what would it be? To never be tied down or controlled.

Personality​

Greatest Strength: Intelligent, fast, and highly observant—always one step ahead.
Greatest Weakness: Stubborn, reckless, and doesn’t always think before acting.
Soft Spot: People who understand and respect his need for freedom.
Is this soft spot obvious to others? Not at all—he hides it behind an aloof, confident exterior.
Biggest Vulnerability: The idea of losing control or being truly alone.

Traits​

Optimist or Pessimist: A realist—expects the worst but hopes for the best.
Why? He’s learned that life is unpredictable, but he thrives on that unpredictability.

Introvert or Extrovert: Ambivert—likes solitude but enjoys select company.
Why? He enjoys being alone but doesn’t mind a strong, capable pack.

Drives and Motivation: The thrill of the chase, discovering new things, and proving himself.
Talents: Running, tracking, reading people (or other animals).
Extremely skilled at: Moving unnoticed, solving problems, enduring harsh conditions.
Extremely unskilled at: Sitting still, blindly following commands, being patient.

Good Characteristics: Loyal (if trust is earned), highly intelligent, adventurous.
Character Flaws: Impulsive, independent to a fault, doesn’t always listen.
Mannerisms: Moves smoothly and silently, has a habit of appearing out of nowhere.
Peculiarities: Sometimes stares off like he’s deep in thought, almost too observant for a dog.

Biggest Regret: A moment of hesitation that cost him something important (left open-ended for RP).
Minor Regrets: Ignoring advice and getting into trouble.
Darkest Secret: Something he hides even from himself—perhaps a fear of true abandonment.
Does anyone else know? No, and he intends to keep it that way.

he dont have a motto


(I got chat gpt to help me so if something seems "weird" just ask)

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

Basics
Character Name: Agnes
Nickname: N/A
Meaning of Name: Pure and Holy
Gender: Cis-Female
Breed: Afghan Hound

Physical Appearance
Age: 3 (Young Adult Developing, And A Few Months Onward)
Eye Color: Amber
Fur Color: Top coat is a splash of black, turned into a coffee cream heading towards the inner paws and chest.
Type of body/build: Tall, Lithe, Long-Legged—easy to jump lengths, highly quick. Though fur is mostly disheveled due to the wild, it's sleek in rain. With such a lean figure, towering over other creatures can be quick (referring to mainly cats), which can also give a good reason to Agnes' simplified strength.
Distinguishing Marks: N/A
Health issues: Slight Issued Insomnia

Favorites
Food: Magpie and Hares
Expressions: Raising An Eye Brow, Showing A Smug Look, And The Most Famous; A Blank Face
Daredevil or Cautious: Cautious; A Mediator, Even Though She Can't Keep Herself In Check
How does she spend a rainy day: She doesn't mind it, instead relaxes under it since it glosses her fur.
Habits of Character:

- Out-Pacing Others
- Bunching Muscles Though She's Not Fighting
- Rolling Eyes When Seeing The Injured Daily

Background
Puppyhood Raising & Brief Bio: Agnes was raised in a household that had two kitties. She was like an older sister to the felines. The owner of all three of them was a botanist, meaning she had plenty access to plants regularly. With daily runs and walks followed by the kittens, Agnes' curiosity reached the point of overwhelment which caused her to wander a bit away from her home. The outside world, at first, was not made for her-particularly because a few humans figured she was a stray. This caused her to being taken away in a vehicle of some sorts. However, she managed to escape-yet she had no sense of direction to correctly find herself back at her owner's place.

From time to time she'd rethink about her choices and remember her cat friends back at home, but it wouldn't heal. That didn't stop her from adjusting. Being alone meant needing to fend for yourself, and with others, it meant taking care of one another. Agnes hadn't been offered to join a pack in a while, until one propped her ear open. She'd be useful-her ideal knowledge of herbs for healing and the sick would clear her a spot.

First Memory: Chasing a butterfly in the gardens of her owner's home, with the two ginger cats she used to be with.
Training: Learned how to hunt and use her nose well, parkour with unsteady objects in her surroundings (very good to finding escape routes in situations), minimal offense practice, and several days to come of sitting down and chewing greens to a pulp (discerning herbs just by looks, and memorizing what things do each. Able to detect poison when familiar with it).

Attitude
Most at ease when: Not tending to other dogs' wounds, and/or saving a life, and most importantly-feeling the breeze
Ill at ease when: A death watched by her eyes, or failing to save the life; also crowded spaces with other dogs/creatures
Priorities: Not letting others down, hiding her pain in order to be a good model for the younger ones
If granted one wish what would it be: To not have knowledge of herbs (she'd never have to be held with such responsibility then)

How she feels about self: "I can do better than this, but not when others are around. Stressing my paws is all I do-must keep pushing myself! No one will wait for me, but me, and that's what drags me down. I can't heal when others die, I can't fight because I'm not part of the pack like that, and I can't be weak because...no one will look out for me. It's always me. I'm the problem, so I must solve it by helping." She makes herself her own burden; Agnes still holds onto the thread 'we' call life because that's all she can do. if she leaves, things will fall apart.

Personality
Greatest Strength: Perceptive, High-Scored Jumper, With A Nose That Scents Things Easily; Agnes knows her way with greens
Greatest Weakness: Short-Tempered, Hard To Persuade, With A Pet-Peeve For Restrictions | Agnes is highly cynical of other's actions. She, with insomnia, can be seen with some anxiety attacks/phases and also found tired in some situations

Soft Spot: The Pack Leader (Nobility and the Share Of Responsibility), And Young Puppies and/or Creatures | People who understand her self-pain
Is this soft spot obvious to others: No, unless seen from Ghost's view, she doesn't show it until she's alone with the specific thing softening her. But even then, she shrugs it away from her mind the best she can

Biggest Vulnerability: Leaving Others In Vulnerability, Agnes' Secrets Spilled

Traits
Optimist or Pessimist: Pessimist—if anything, Agnes doesn't understand the reasoning of things and her own existence.
Why: She's saw too much already happen to understand not all things will go right.
Other: Agnes can be considered a Minimalist and Cynicist too.

Introvert or Extrovert: Introvert Leaning Ambivert—Though the quiet is nice, hearing the faint padding of paws is calming at times.
Why: Being alone can sometimes give Agnes the hint that she has no one that relies on her. Yet, with her anxiety issues, she strays far from the crowds in order to keep her peace.

Drives and Motivation: More To Do, More To Claim Her Time
Talents: Running Just As Fast With Her Amount Of Fur (one of the fastest breeds), Being Patient Under Stress, Spotting Things From Afar
Extremely skilled at: Persuading Others (Not Herself), Able To Work With Delicate Things, Scenting Trails Or Herbs, Scaling Walls, Estimating, Looking Through Other Dogs If They Have Something Up Their Sleeve, Intimidation Through Glares
Extremely unskilled at: Swimming, Trusting Others Quickly, Enduring Loud Noises (Sensitive Ears)

Good characteristics: Confident, Self-Sufficient, Dependable, Honest (When Needed), Eloquent
Character Flaws: Two-Faced, Follows Her Own Rules Sometimes, Not Easy To Impress
Mannerisms: Holds A Steady Gaze Anytime, With Graceful Movements That Shows Her Authority And Confidence
Peculiarities: Drawing In The Ground With Her Claws

Biggest Regret: Getting Too Curious In Her Past
Minor Regrets: Not Being Softer On Others
Darkest Secret: Agnes wants to quit, but she likes the pack she's in too much for their own good. She needs to stay, but with what passion?
Does anyone else know: No, but it may get out-yet she'll fix her problems in time and start to like living wild

Motto:
Quote Line: "Where mistakes are done, comes renewal. Where a season blooms flowers, another throws them to the cold. There’s a reason for everything — though I’m still figuring out why I’m here."
Statement: You can't stop, so you gotta keep going.

 

[Rusty Angel]

Basics
Character Name: Walker
Nickname: n/a
Meaning of Name: One who walks
Breed: Canaan mix
Role:  Deputy

Physical Appearance
Age: 3 years
Eye Color: Brown
Fur Color: Cream
Type of body/build: Medium sized, with a sturdy, athletic build
Distinguishing Marks: A few nicks in her ears, and several scars over her body
Health issues: none

Favorites
Food: Mice and squirrels
Expressions: Ears pricked, with a sharp, curious gaze, and constantly twitching nose
Daredevil or Cautious: Errs on the side of caution, but won't back down if the situation calls for it
Habits of Character: She is always on her feet, scanning her surroundings.
How does she spend a rainy day: She performs her duties to the pack. A little rain never hurt anyone (even if she hates it).

Background
Puppyhood raising: Walker grew up a street dog, spending her early life with her travelling parents. She is their sole-surviving pup.
First Memory: Playing with her father's tail
Training: She was taught to live without the help of humans, only relying on her instincts and resourcefulness.

Attitude
Most at ease when: She's outside where she can detect potential threats, or when she’s busily performing tasks to help her pack.
Ill at ease when: She is still for too long, or scents strange dogs or pale skins near their home
Priorities: Making sure the pack and their territory are safe
How she feels about self: Very self-assured, knowing perfectly well what she is capable of, and what her boundaries are. Still, she worries sometimes about how well she serves her pack.


Personality
Greatest Strength: Resourceful and alert, she is rarely caught off guard, always on the lookout for potential danger.
Greatest Weakness: Overthinks, and tries to focus on too much at once, often forgetting she can confide in others.
Soft Spot: Newcomers, particularly those who were abandoned by their owners, or otherwise lack the skills to survive on their own.
Is this soft spot obvious to others: It is once she determines they’re not a threat to her, or her packmates.
Biggest Vulnerability: Fear of losing her newfound home.

Traits
Optimist or Pessimist: Optimist
Why: Expecting the worst will only consume a dog over time. If she didn’t have hope that something good could come from her struggles, she would have given up a long time ago.
Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert
Why: There is safety in numbers, and having company is a welcome change from constantly being alone.

Drives and Motivation: Survival and taking care of those close to her
Talents: Hunting/scavenging, guarding, thinking on her feet
Extremely skilled at: Travelling long distances without tiring, navigating different types of terrain, acting quickly in the heat of the moment
Extremely unskilled at: Taking a moment to relax. Talking about the losses she’s experienced. Dealing with puppies, having rarely been around them.

Good characteristics: She is very friendly and open, ready to help where she can, and share her expertise with others who need it.
Character Flaws: Bad at expressing things that trouble her, Sometimes has difficulty relying on others, Occasionally gets stuck in her head with apprehension
Mannerisms: Constantly moving from one task to another, checking in on her packmates, and making sure everyone is doing their part
Peculiarities: She won’t lie down throughout the day, only standing or sitting, and she stamps her forepaws when she’s extremely wound up or eager to get moving.

Biggest Regret: Losing her first and only permanent companion before the pack because they were caught off guard.
Minor Regrets: Not being able to do more to help others on her travels
Darkest Secret: She hates pale-skins with a passion due to past experiences
Does anyone else know: No. She keeps it to herself out of respect for other dogs.

Spoiler: Bio

Walker is a born street dog, thrust into a world where survival was based on resourcefulness and the ability to act on one’s instincts. Her mother, like her, was a street dog, and her father was an escaped stray, having experienced life at the hands of negligent and abusive owners who had no idea how to handle the breed they’d chosen for a family companion. Because of his experiences, he’d always taught her to keep her distance from pale-skins, and instead rely on her own wits and abilities.

They were constantly on the move, dodging pale-skins, and regularly having run-ins with other dogs. While some ended in close-calls, others allowed them companions for a short time, and she found she was happiest whenever they had company, even though it rarely lasted. Opportunistic, and careful, they were very adept as loners, but life was never easy, and danger was always lurking.

Her mother was lost to illness in her first winter, and her father was killed in a fight with another loner. Both experiences taught her just how fragile their lifestyle was, however skilled they became. She carried on alone for a long time, utilizing everything they taught her, occasionally joining with others. She was only able to call a few of them friends, and their encounters were always brief, either ending in eventual departure or loss. Many of these were dogs left to fend for themselves by their masters, some being neglected or mistreated to the point that it was already too late for them to live much longer. Seeing them lose their lives to the cruelty of humans, her distrust and growing sense of disdain intensified.

It finally devolved into hatred when she lost the only dog she cared for, possibly deeper than the pack she has now. They matched her own drive, and while she kept expecting them to leave, they continued on with her, to the point she couldn't imagine a life without them. She thought she had finally found a permanent companion, but it ended all too soon. They took shelter in an area she thought was safe, but their presence had been noticed. A group of humans caught them by surprise, trying to capture them and take them away. Her companion fought, telling her to run, which she did in a panic, expecting them to follow soon after. When she reached safety, however, her friend never came, and upon returning to the area, they and the people had vanished. She never saw them again.

It took everything not to linger, and even more to continue. She kept going for the hope that someday, she might feel that security again, despite her wavering belief that it even existed. It was beginning to look like things would continue this way forever, until she met Ghost. She wasn't sure of pack life at first, having always lived as a traveler, but she slowly grew to love her new home and family, realizing she finally had a place that was hers, where dogs could help one another survive, and live safely and happily, away from humans. She's determined not to lose it, whatever they might face.

Motto
"None of us are alone anymore. We can make it through anything because we're working together."

 

[SilverFlight]

• Basics
• Background
• Personality

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  Character Name: Beaufort
  Nickname: Bo
  Meaning of Name: beautiful fort or castle
  Breed: Collie mix
  
  Physical Appearance
  
  Age: 3 1/2
  Eye Color: hazel
  Fur Color: tan-brown and white
  Type of body/build: Thick, heavy-set
  Distinguishing Marks: Bo has a small hole in his right ear from a bullet wound. It cannot be seen through his thick fur, but he has a collar scar as well.
  Health issues: Bo doesn’t do well in heat and it can affect his exertion in hot weather.
  
  Favourite food: Fresh lamb and fish
  Expressions: an understanding look, a mock-sage-like raise of the head, a playful downward dog stretch as a sign of peace and goodwill.
  Daredevil or Cautious: Cautious (mostly)
  Habits of Character: Protecting every pack member meticulously, being immovable, breaking up squabbles, being a bit of a clown.
  How does s/he spend a rainy day: Bo is always near the most vulnerable members of the pack, keeping an eye on things, rain, shine, sleet or hail.
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  Puppyhood raising: Bo was actually born to a livestock guardian, Hera. He was raised to protect sheep and cattle from wolves and other wild beasts. Bo grew into a massive dog and surpassed his mother at 6 months. Life was relatively peaceful, on the lonely ranch, for 2 years, until one day, rustlers came to steal the stock. In an altercation, both the farmer and Hera, his mother were shot. Bo stayed, nursing his mother for a month, but he didn't have any healing knowledge to help her. Hera's wounds finally took her after that. Bo stayed, protecting her body and his herds until a flood washed the entire ranch clean off the land. When Bo awoke he was in a strange place, his home and animals were gone, so he began to roam. Not long after, he found Ghosts pack and asked to join it.
  First Memory: Bo remembers being placed among the sheep, their soft wool and thick, musky scent flooded into his mind and has remained there. He still gets misty eyed whenever he smells wool.
  Training: Livestock guardian. Bo is extremely attentive, fairly suspicious of new things and usually picks up on danger very quickly.
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  Most at ease when: Everything is familiar and nothing is out of place.
  Ill at ease when: There is something new and potentially dangerous moving close to his pack
  Priorities: Guarding the pack, and supporting the other dogs, with his strength and with his compassion.
  How s/he feels about self: Bo feels fairly confident in his strength, though he harbours a deep insecurity because he couldn’t protect his mother.
  If granted one wish what would it be: To have saved his mom, and have her here in the pack with him.
  
  Greatest Strength: Bo is very calm under pressure and when faced with danger. He can keep his emotions in check and get the job done.
  Greatest Weakness: The one thing that will make Bo lose it, is watching someone he cares about be hurt. Bo also has a fear of deep water.
  Soft Spot: The pack’s medicine dog. Bo is always softer around her, and she could order him about like a pack leader, if she wanted to.
  Is this soft spot obvious to others: Bo tries to be subtle, sometimes it even works.
  Biggest Vulnerability: Bo is absolutely not afraid to put himself in harm’s way to protect others, this can sometimes cloud his judgement in finding a better solution.
  
  Optimist or Pessimist: Optimist, mostly
  Why: Bo likes to play the role of the glue that holds the bonds of the pack together. He’ll clown to defuse tension, trying to bring calm, positive energy where he can.
  
  Introvert or Extrovert: passive extrovert
  Why: Bo loves being around others, but he makes sure not to be obtrusive, and simply stands near, usually listening to them, or speaking quietly.
  
  Drives and Motivation: Protect the pack, at all costs to himself.
  Talents: Peacekeeping, guarding, anything that requires physical strength. Bo is the muscle.
  Extremely skilled at: teasing apart mixed scents and sounds, and tracking in chaotic environments, predicting the movement of prey, and cooperative hunting.
  Extremely unskilled at: swimming, agility, finesse and tact in conversation.
  Good characteristics: Bo is gentle and loyal, and will protect the pack until his last breath
  Character Flaws: Bo sometimes doesn’t clue in when others want more space, and has to be told sternly. He tends to hover.
  Mannerisms: Bo comes off as lazy, with a sleepy expression and periodic yawns, until he is needed, then he is alert and stands to his full, daunting height.
  Peculiarities: Bo loves to sleep on soft things, or in a pile with other dogs. It reminds him of his livestock days.
  Biggest Regret: Not being able to save his mother.
  Minor Regrets: not learning to be a better swimmer
  Darkest Secret: Bo was a working dog for humans, sometimes, his enemies were feral dogs, whom he killed when he had to.
  Does anyone else know: They could probably guess, but Bo has never spoken of it.

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

Basics
Character Name: Albatross
Nickname: Squeak
Meaning of Name: A Large Wading Bird
Gender: Cis-Female
Role: Scout
Breed: Pomeranian

Physical Appearance
Age: 2 Years Old With A High-Pitched Voice
Eye Color: Coffee Brown
Fur Color: White
Type of body/build: Small, Compact, and Can Easily Run Or Hide
Distinguishing Marks: Albatross' right forepaw has a speckled marking
Health issues: N/A

Favorites
Food: Cheese and Voles
Expressions: Tongue Hanging Out, A Begging Look With Tail Curled
Daredevil or Cautious: Daredevil—Albatross, as the energetic canine, will try to have a chance at everything. Yet, if duty calls, she will lean back.
Habits of Character:

- Bouncing Around
- Eavesdropping
- Lagging In The Front Or Back

How does she spend a rainy day: Albatross would most likely be trying to lap up the free water, splashing in puddles, and finally settling down to take it all in. However, she hates it when her fur gets soggy, so she'll try to be under some cover after a while.

Background
Puppyhood Raising & Brief Bio: Albatross was born a street dog, not so used to the blaring noises on the roads even in present time. Her father had ended up leaving her mother, in order to keep in touch with his 'pack.' Albatross' mother didn't seem to be apart of the pack though, and had remained defiant while raising her. As a pup, she was the normally cheerful kind. However, when her mother had passed away, her world dimmed. Enough to the point that she realized that's what everyone experiences.

Moving on, Albatross tries to keep up with others-giving more comedic experiences to passing dogs and other creatures-because she knows something has happened to them. If nothing did happen, that figure's life hadn't been lived long enough. Then came the sounds of a group formation. Albatross was eager, but the switched to hesitant. The other canines were bigger, and possibly bulkier, and to make it worse-it reminded her of how her father had left her mother. She decided to wait, but did soon come to commit her role as a scout in the pack.

First Memory: Scrabbling on top of a squirrel she found, but then eventually losing it because it ran away. To this day, she finds trees scary, since it homes these very animals that she had lost too-also because they loom over her in an exceptional way.
Training: Learned how to control pace and train her stubby legs, how to hide her fur color in the darkest areas when sneaking around, and how to discreetly warn others incase something is up, without gaining more attention.

Attitude
Most at ease when: Not being threatened, or having anything to do (as a chore)
Ill at ease when: Knows something she isn't supposed to, Being Away From A Family Figure Completely
Priorities: Seeing or understanding things earlier than too late
If granted one wish what would it be: To Be Bigger, so she'd be able to help more

How she feels about self: "I am my own-self, as no one else can control my actions expect myself. It is my duty to move, think, hear, or see-not you, my leader, or anyone at all. If you tell me to do something, I have the choice to listen or ignore it-but the main idea is that no matter what, no one can be obedient unless you count the fact that they're obedient to themselves. I do not stand alone, for I am with others, yet I have free-will do do anything my mind wants me to do. I can be small, but my personality is very big; it's not what is from the outside, but rather, what I give in the inside." She can define who she is clearly; Albatross understands when she needs to put boundaries, and just how confident she would be against anything.

Personality
Greatest Strength: Acute Hearing and Stealth—Albatross is proud for how she was formed, because it gives her many good traits. If she can't be physically strong, then it'll have to come from what she does.
Greatest Weakness: Highly Sensitive and Insecure—If ever put on the spot, Albatross will be self-aware of how difficult being small is. She is jumpy and/or frightened by even the littlest of sounds, so being teased would worsen her state.

Soft Spot: Cities, as they remind her and give her the nostalgic feeling of her past.
Is this soft spot obvious to others: Very clearly, if the others venture towards the high-populated areas.

Biggest Vulnerability: Albatross has a very snappy mouth, meaning she can indirectly provoke someone when not realizing she did. This can cause a mighty dispute, and in the end, there's a higher weighed chance she'd lose the argument because she's young. Adding on, she tends to be very fidgety and wants things to do-unless she has something to cover time like hunting. This can lead on to be 'extra helpful', or 'too helpful', because she can say yes to almost anything so long she can do it. Learning obedience is quite hard, especially for a pup like her.

Traits
Optimist or Pessimist: Optimist—you probably never saw such a cheery pup as Albatross before.
Why: Seeing the brighter side on things always kept Albatross moving. If she was more pessimistic, there would be no lively sun in the pack.

Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert—Albatross most likely wants attention drawn to her, so why wouldn't she have some charisma?
Why: When asking everyone if they need help, she has no fear in approaching people. In fact, it might be the other way around due to how skimpy she can be, but that's all in good haste! Her main goal is to achieve a young pup friend, though her chances have lessened.

Drives and Motivation: Lots to gain, but more to lose! ; Speaking of losing her pack-mates
Talents: Albatross is able to skid through very thing places, and her skills on finding prey exceed many
Extremely skilled at: Swimming, Holding Breath, and having great timing
Extremely unskilled at: Following Everything That Is Told To Her, Containing Energy, Wading Through Mud

Good characteristics: Albatross knows her way around motivating others, Deceiving others though she may look innocent, and keeping her ears still with her despite the many, many remarks she says behind her pack-mates backs.
Character Flaws: She is heavily gullible, unless the answer is quite in the open, as well as arrogant/prideful to herself. She'll stick to herself when she's angry, but will come rushing back when something new interests her.

Mannerisms: Proves to have a 'grand' entrance at all times, is very loud but can chill down only in mournful times.
Peculiarities: Twitching Her Tail, and most of the time when she's sitting down, she's rolling over or not being on the floor at all.

Biggest Regret: Leaving her mother to play, and then finding her dead. Maybe Albatross could've prevented it.
Minor Regrets: Giving herself the reputation she has in the pack now—she could've been way different, but now there was no chance of changing.
Darkest Secret: Albatross had made Walker her ace idol; looking up to the other dog.
Does anyone else know: No, but most likely is to be seen through Albatross' admiring eyes (which is only show sometimes).

Motto:
Quote Line: "To be loved, you must love. I show it every day, but sometimes I just can't see the same from others. That won't stop me! I'm the brightest sun that will shine down on all canines—just you wait. If I can't be on the good side, then no bad side should even exist. I stand by my own paws alongside others, and I can still recognize those who hold a puffed chest and a mighty prance."
Statement: Show others what they show you.

 

[SilverFlight]

• Basics
• Background
• personality

• 
  
  
  Character Name: Lumi
  Nickname: Lu
  Meaning of Name: Snow
  Breed: English Setter
  
  Physical Appearance
  Age: 3 months
  Eye Color: grey
  Fur Color: white and spotted
  Type of body/build: small and lanky
  Distinguishing Marks: Lumi’s ears look like they were dipped in soot and she has grey freckles all over her coat.
  Health issues: Lumi has a cough from spending the first 2 months of her life in a puppy mill.
  
  Favourite food: anything
  Expressions: Shakes her whole body when excited, she has a happy, puppy strut when she walks, she always has her jaws parted in a smile
  Daredevil or Cautious: daredevil
  Habits of Character: Lumi cannot walk anywhere, she has to run. She likes to grab the other dogs’ tails to play, she is happy for any attention paid to her.
  How does s/he spend a rainy day: Lumi would play in the rain, nipping at the droplets in the sky.
• 
  Puppyhood raising: Lumi was born in a terrible place. She remembers darkness, a suffocating smell, the warmth of her mother and brothers was the only comfort there. Even when she opened her eyes, she could not see, but her mother sang to her and taught her as best she could in that small, cramped cage. She taught Lumi about the sun beyond the kennel, about the fence, and the gap in it that a puppy could get through.
  
  “When they come for you, the first chance you get, you run.” She told her. Then, her mother fell ill. A virus flooded through the dank kennel, the dogs trapped and weak, were easy prey to it. Lumi’s mother succumbed in a week, and one of her brothers too. The two remaining puppies huddled in the cage alone, but Lumi refused to give up. She pushed her brother to train, pacing the cage and wrestling with her, tired and weak as they were, so that when the pale skins came for them, they would be ready. They got their chance when Lumi and her brother turned 2 months old. Cold hands reached in, grabbed them and Lumi let them at first, but as soon as the blinding light of the day seared her eyes, she bared her needle-like puppy teeth and bit. It was a blur after that, she hit the ground and ran. She saw her brother beside her for an instant, racing for the hole in the fence their mother had taught them of. What she hadn’t seen, was the cliff directly on the other side. Lumi fell, plunging down into a ravine. Somehow, she survived, injured, and sick, but alive, her brother…was nowhere to be seen. Lumi crept up through a train yard, and found an open box car with soft hay to sleep. She awoke next morning to a loud whistle, and a very unfamiliar place. The train had gone through the night, and Lumi had no idea how far. Two weeks later, she would have surely died if Ghost’s pack had not found her.
  First Memory: Her mother’s lullaby, sung before she could even open her eyes.
  Training: None whatsoever
• 
  Most at ease when: She is around other dogs and it is quiet.
  Ill at ease when: Dogs are barking, or when she smells pale-skins
  
  Priorities: Lumi wants to get stronger so she can go out and find her brother
  How s/he feels about self: Lumi is a bright and happy character and hasn’t discovered much about herself yet, beyond the need to go out and find her brother.
  If granted one wish what would it be: re-uniting with Kobi, her only remaining brother.
  
  Greatest Strength: Lumi never gives up, her determination and will to overcome hardship is immensely strong.
  Greatest Weakness: her compassion and naivete, Lumi trusts other dogs without question. She also hasn’t fully recovered from the lung virus that swept the mill before her escape, though with proper medicine and care, it is getting better and she is not infectious.
  Soft Spot: Lumi misses her mom and is still grieving, so she will follow the older female dogs like a lost lamb.
  Is this soft spot obvious to others: very
  Biggest Vulnerability: Lumi has little knowledge of the outside world, being trapped in a dark cage for 2 months. She doesn’t know what is dangerous, or what is edible. She has a lot to learn.
  
  Traits
  
  Optimist or Pessimist: Optimist
  Why: Lumi is still learning about the world and finds a lot of joy in it.
  
  Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert
  Why: Lumi loves to play and talk and spend time learning anything other dogs have to teach her.
  
  Drives and Motivation: Getting better and finding her brother is her top priority, though she knows she cannot do it alone.
  Talents: Cheering others up with her childlike wonder of the world
  Extremely skilled at: finding birds and bird nests
  Extremely unskilled at: most other things
  Good characteristics: Lumi is fairly clever, even if she is inexperienced, and she loved solving puzzles.
  Character Flaws: Lumi often doesn’t know her limits, or how difficult a task might be until she tries it.
  Mannerisms: Lumi bleps when she is thinking hard, she often trips over her big puppy paws.
  Peculiarities: Lumi collects things she finds interesting, burying them in a little corner of the pack’s denning site.
  Biggest Regret: being separated from her brother Kobi
  Minor Regrets: not being well-enough to go looking for him
  Darkest Secret: Secretly, Lumi is angry at her own powerlessness. She couldn’t do anything to save her mother and brother in that horrible place, and the anger boils in her.
  Does anyone else know: Lumi hasn’t spoken to anyone about where she came from, but if any of the dogs are familiar with mills, the scent on her coat would be unmistakable.

 

[Redrin]

Basics
Character Name: Rogue
Nickname: None
Meaning of Name: While some think the name Rogue means dishonest, this Rogue's name was given to her with the meaning of "Unpredictable."
Breed: Her mother is a full-blood golden retriever, while her father is a blue-eyed Siberian husky mix with Great Pyrenees.

Physical Appearance
Age: 6 months old.
Eye Color: Blue like a clear sapphire.
Fur Color: A soft blend of creamy gold and sun-kissed honey.
Type of body/build: For now, she is short, stocky, and covered in puppy fluff.
Distinguishing Marks: Her rosy pink nose.
Health issues: None

Favorites
Food: Bread, she loves to hand around the bakery for lost crumbs or dropped croissants.
Expressions: Tail wagging in perfect syn with her emotions.
Daredevil or Cautious: Despite being a curious puppy, Rogue is very cautious when exploring new things.
Habits of Character: She has a habit of tipping her head to the side when she's contemplating something.
How does s/he spend a rainy day: Thunderstorms are still scary for her, but if it's just raining, you can bet she will be out playing in the mud.

Background
Puppyhood raising: Rogue was raised by her mother and father in a regular family home. Her litter was an accident, so the humans didn't like her or her siblings around. Her father was the next door mutt while her mother was the well bred society dog so Rogue got the best of both worlds when it came to schooling.
First Memory: Playing with a stick in the yard, it was a good stick, soft enough to chew on but not covered in bark that coated the tongue. Her siblings took it away from her when they found it, they took everything she liked away.
Training: Her mother taught her how to be a polite and respectful puppy, but the few occasions she met her father, he told her to stand up for what she needed in life and give life a lot of bark and some biting if need be. As a puppy she hasn't learned much else, yet.

Attitude
Most at ease when: On her own, exploring the world with her nose and her ears.
Ill at ease when: Thunderstorms are going on, or any loud noise for that matter.
Priorities: As a puppy she doesn't have deep priorities in life yet, just survive and explore more of the big world around her.
How s/he feels about self: A little self-conscious, she has always been the first to back down from a fight, but she knows the fighting spirit of her father is in there somewhere.
If granted one wish, what would it be: See her father again, ask him more about life, and when she should bite instead of bark.

Personality
Greatest Strength: Her intelligence, affectionate nature, and zest for adventure.
Greatest Weakness: Fear of not doing the right thing in the right moment.
Soft Spot: Bread, she melts for bread, would do any trick she could for bread.
Is this soft spot obvious to others: Only if they see her near the human food.
Biggest Vulnerability: The fact that she is only a 6-month-old puppy.

Traits
Optimist or Pessimist: Optimist
Why: With her boundless energy and unyielding curiosity, she only hopes for good in the world.
Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert
Why: Puppies love making friends, with anything that moves, honestly.
Drives and Motivation: With a youthful exuberance that trumps anything else, Rogue is motivated to do her best in life with everything she does.
Talents: Strength for running and hiking, with a good hunting instinct to back it.
Extremely skilled at: She doesn't have any great skills yet.
Extremely unskilled at: Keeping her mind focused on a task.
Good characteristics: A heart full of warmth, and a gentle touch to her spirit.
Character Flaws: Stubborn at some times and can become irritable when things don't go her way.
Mannerisms: Very playful and eager to please while staying independent and mischievous.
Peculiarities: Can get very fidgety if sitting still for long periods of time.
Biggest Regret: As a puppy, Rogue doesn't have any big life regrets yet.
Minor Regrets: Not being able to stay with her mother, even if the humans were mean.
Darkest Secret: Rogue doesn't have any dark secrets yet.
Does anyone else know: N/A

Bio
Rogue is a 6-month-old Golden Retriever, Husky, Great Pyrenees mix, with a heart full of warmth and eyes that sparkle like the clearest of sapphires. Her fur, a soft blend of creamy gold and sun-kissed honey, is as gentle to the touch as her spirit. Despite being abandoned on the side of the road from lack of adoption, Rogue has a boundless energy and unyielding curiosity. Her mother, a full-blood golden retriever, passed down her intelligence and affectionate nature, while her father, a blue-eyed Siberian husky and Great Pyrenees mix, contributed to her unique coloring and zest for adventure. While her playful nature often leads her into trouble, she has a gentle soul and a tail that wags in perfect sync with her emotions.

 

[m4ngy.mutt]

Basics
Character Name: Trinket
Nickname: Stig
Meaning of Name: A decorative item of little value
Breed: Albino Doberman
Physical Appearance: Scrawny, Docked tail, Tripod (mutilated front right limb)
Age: 5 months
Eye Color: Light blue
Fur Color: Cream/White
Health issues: Photosensitivity, Partially deaf, Allergies

Background
Trinket was raised by Pale-skins who ultimately wanted nothing to do with him, He wasn't all aware of this and believed life with the Pale-skins was paradise. Yummy, free food(when they even bothered to feed him), His bed, (a towel he might have used frequently when his pale-skins forgot to let him outside) and Games! Where his pale-skin would throw a ball really far and hide for hours on end as Trinket went to find him. The only downside was having a ball thrown in the middle of the road one day, where of course Trinket raced to retrieve, unaware of the car coming right at him. When waking up he found himself missing his right forearm, not that he really cares..besides, he could still chase after balls without it! His pale-skin on the other hand cared. A lot. As Trinket was already giving him a run for his money, and now with a missing leg the dog was practically useless, he wouldn't be able to sell him as he had planned. This angered the pale-skin who neglected the pup more so than usual..
Upon that following week one more game was in order, it would be one of Trinket's worst days in his life, which had already barely begun. It was late in the evening when the pale-skin of Trinket's had taken him on the longest car ride, ever. When the ride had ended the pale-skin grabbed a tail wagging nub Trinket and his most favorite toy. He'd placed the young pup down his face grim as he threw that ball farther than he'd ever done before."Go on and get it!" At those words, an all too happy Trinket glad to finally have the attention of his pale-skin gladly went after it.. Although there was one problem with this, his pale-skin had thrown the ball way out in a jungle of overgrown weeds which made it all the more difficult for the young pup to finish the game. As he continued his trek across the vast terrain he suddenly heard a rather familiar sound of an engine being started, unmistakably the one he was brought here in. Forgetting the ball for a brief moment he'd run to go and investigate getting extremely lost along the way, when he was able to find where he last saw his pale-skin to his surprise he was gone.. After much consideration Trinket came up with a simple reasoning for this, he had upset his pale-skin by not finishing their game. He spent days searching for the ball in hopes of finding it and making his owner proud, so much so that he'd return for him..that never did happen to his dismay but til this day Trinket does his best to make up for his mistake, trying his hardest to find whatever it may be that could bring his pale-skin back to him.

Favorites
Food: Rocks/pebbles(mistakes for puppy chow)
Expressions: Almost always seen with the biggest goofiest grin. When establishing play or simply just overly excited, results in an attempt to play bow along with the cock of his head; which ends up looking quite awkward and clumsy with a missing front leg
Daredevil or Cautious: Cautious
Habits of Character: Tends to get lost in his own world a lot leading to the occasional unwanted adventures from his pack mates which is how he acquired the nickname 'Stig' meaning: Wanderer
Anything found on his escapades he happily buries for safe keepings.
Everyone and everything= friend
How does s/he spend a rainy day: Hiding. Rain is the #1 cause of death for pups!

Attitude
Most at ease when: Exploring
Ill at ease when: Lost, Being yelled at
Priorities: Finding the perfect "Go get it!" in hopes his 'pale-skin' will return for him if he does
How s/he feels about self: Trinket is just glad to be alive! Although he does question why it is he's missing a lot more than other dogs.. take his tail and leg for example.
If granted one wish what would it be: To find the exact ball last thrown by his owner before never seeing him again, or something close to value that is..

Personality
Greatest Strength: Collecting things
Greatest Weakness: Easily distracted
Soft Spot: Pale-skins
Is this soft spot obvious to others: Yes
Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert
Why: His need to make everyone his friend requires this!
Drives and Motivation: Finding his pale-skin
Extremely skilled at: Hoarding
Extremely unskilled at: Keeping up with the pack without falling face first whilst trying to do so
Character Flaws: The need to prove himself no matter the cost
Mannerisms: Unintentionally tilts his head when sitting in one place for too long
Peculiarities: When yawning his ears pin all the way back and his eyes widen as far as they can
Biggest Regret: Losing sight of the ball and not being able to complete the game of "Go get it!"
Minor Regrets: Stepping on an injured butterfly

 

[Society of Strays]

BASICS
Character Name: Nessie
Nickname: "Ness"
Meaning of Name: Greek for "Pure". She was named after the Loch Ness Monster though, her brother being named Loch.
Gender: Cis-Female
Breed: Pit Bull

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Age: 5
Eye Color: Amber
Fur Color: Tan with white markings, including a mostly white face (save for tan ears and a patch above one eye), a white chest, white socks on here fore-paws and white toes on her rear paws.
Type of body/build: Mid-sized, stocky, muscular. Lean but with prominent musculature in limbs, shoulders, and neck. Skinny tail, rigid posture, broad chest with strong limbs.
Distinguishing Marks: Aside from the distinguishing white and tan markings, Nessie has a few scars due to her fighting days. She has a tear in her right ear, a scar on the back of her neck, a prominently deep one on her front right forelimb, and a scar on her hindquarter.
Health issues: PTSD from her fighting days and upbringing, but no notable physical medical concerns

FAVORITES
Food: Any red meat if she can get it, especially lamb and deer
Expressions: Usually expressionless and cautious as she learned to keep her emotions primarily to herself. You'll rarely get much emoting out of her.
Daredevil or Cautious: Cautious; She always has her guard up
How does she spend a rainy day: Spent most of her life indoors so isn't used to rain and hence hasn't really figured out what she thinks of it or what to do during it. So far, she has just found a dry place to stay and wait it out, resting but still alert and watchful as usual
Habits of Character:
- Tensing muscles and preparing to fight even when there's no real danger
- Constantly pinned back ears
- Instinctively raising hackles and snarling if a dog gets too close to her
- Anxious nose twitch

BACKGROUND
Puppyhood Raising & Brief Bio: Nessie was born and raised into an underground dogfighting ring. She had one brother, Loch, who was her only real source of companionship growing up. Even her mother was bitter about the situation and was cold and distant from her pups. It was Nessie and Loch against the world, it seemed. Nessie was the only dog who kept her ears (her master liked that they were tan against her all white head), even though they were an easy target in the fighting ring. This led to her habit of constantly keeping them pinned back, flat against her neck and safely away from the snapping jaws of any enemies. Puppyhood was not a fun experience for Nessie, but then again, she never knew any different. From a young age, her life consisted of many hours locked away in a dingy cage alongside numerous other dogs, or training sessions where she was taught that life was full of pain and brutality, her only escape being the ability to fight and survive. Although her human master was occasionally kind and rewarding with her, he was far more often rough, angry, and loud. Beatings weren't uncommon and pain was just a part of daily life. Nessie was a reluctant fighter, but she had fighting genes and a sharp instinct to survive, making her an unfortunately skilled fighter. With Loch as the exception, Nessie learned to avoid any emotional bonds with other dogs. They always left in the end. Death was also not uncommon. Those who weren't killed in the ring were often sold or traded at high prices. Besides, there wasn't much time to interact with other dogs outside of the ring. Loch was in the cage next to her, and that was the only other soul she learned she could rely on.
However, it was not to last. Although Loch was an equally skilled fighter, there's always a meaner dog to face in the world. Loch was killed in the fights and it nearly broke Nessie. Despite her depression, she pressed on through the everyday trauma of being a fighting dog.
Not too long after the death of her only companion and brother, proving herself a worthy fighter, her master had Nessie bred and she gave birth to a litter of three puppies. Despite the horrible circumstances, being a mother was the new saving grace in Nessie's life. She'd never been around puppies before, so felt herself to be an awkward and nervous mother, but loved her pups more than anything, perhaps even more than Loch. They filled the void in her heart and she vowed to be the best mother she could be. This also was not to last. As soon as the pups were old enough to be weened from Nessie's milk, they were taken from her, just as she had been taken from her own mother at a premature age. Whether they were sold or trained and kept in cages away from her was never known. If the death of Loch hadn't been enough to break Nessie, than this was. Although she'd never liked humans, she now began to hate them. She was terrified of them and hated them deep in her bones. She became an even more vicious fighter and difficult for her master to handle due to her aggression.
One day, there was a raid on the facility. A group of anti-dogfighting officers had discovered the underground ring and were making arrests and rescuing the many dogs caged there. When they got to Nessie, she was wound up, confused with what was going on and terrified. In a state of panicked terror, she managed to rip free from what she viewed as her new captors and made her frantic escape from the facility. She had never been outside once in her life until that point and all of the sights, smells, and sounds was overwhelming. For weeks she lived in a state of terror and anxiety, unsure how to fend for herself and uneducated in what anything was. Still, a fighter is a fighter, and she managed to survive just as she always had.
She lived alone, depressed and fearful, her deeply-coded aggression her only coping method, for nearly a year until she found Chive. Nessie would have preferred being solo, nobody could hurt her if they didn't exist, but she couldn't resist the mothering nature inside of her. She missed her pups more than life itself. Chive was the replacement she needed. She immediately took him in and felt the hollowed-out place in her heart began to fill slightly with his company. Still, she didn't trust herself to be able to care for him on her own. She'd been on the streets long enough to know that dogs did their best when in packs. And although the thought of relying on others and being in a group didn't appeal to Nessie, her love for Chive made her succumb. She sought out a suitable pack, watching from a distance until she felt she had enough confirmation that they would be a good place for her and Chive to reside. That way, Chive would be protected and safe, and could have fellow puppies to play with. Hence she and Chive joined the pack together.

First Memory: Being yelled at and kicked by her master (she can't remember what for) while her mother stood by watching, emotionless
Training: Learned how to fight extremely well, albeit in a dogfighting ring setting. She is exceptionally strong, agile, and vicious when needed. She's still learning to improve on her survival skills in the outdoor world, particularly in hunting and tracking.

ATTITUDE
Most at ease when: She's never really at ease, even in her sleep her muscle's stay tensed, one ear cocked, nose twitching. But, she would be most at ease when she has an eye on Chive and is ensured that he is happy and healthy. She's most comfortable in an open place where she can be very aware of her surroundings all around her.
Ill at ease when: She's not with Chive. He's her main focus and source of comfort. She's generally on edge at all times, but it's particularly high when she has to be away from Chive for long periods of time.
Priorities: Chive. She's dedicated every ounce of her being to protecting him.
If granted one wish what would it be: She tries not to wish for anything. She's all too aware of how quickly things can be taken from her. But, if she were to dare to wish, it would probably be to have her pups back or at least the knowledge that they're alive and well.

How she feels about self: Nessie is a fairly selfless dog, although it might not seem that way due to her aggressive and seemingly self-protective nature. She's just a survivalist. In reality, she'd give her life away easily for anyone she cares about. Due to her upbringing, it's hard for her to really have a strong sense of self. To her, everything is just a matter of survival. She's done what she's had to do to survive. Is she proud of what she's done? No. Her memories haunt her. Her past haunts her. But, she did what she had to do. She tries not to think about it too much. She avoids facing herself as much as possible.

PERSONALITY
Greatest Strength: Physical brute strength and ability to fight, vigilant, quick reflexes, not afraid to die
Greatest Weakness: Avoidant, anxious, deeply troubled by her past, abandonment issues, struggles to open up or be vulnerable, keeps to herself

Soft Spot: Puppies, especially Chive. She adores pups and has a strong motherly instinct
Is this soft spot obvious to others: Yes, anyone can see the way she longingly watches the pups playing with each other

Biggest Vulnerability: Her fear of losing Chive, or anyone else who might get close to her

TRAITS
Optimist or Pessimist: Pessimist
Why: She's been through too much in this lifetime to believe in anything better. It's safer for her to be prepared for the worst at all times. She doesn't dare hope anymore.
Other: N/A

Introvert or Extrovert: Introvert
Why: Being alone is safe. If you're not close to anyone, they can't leave you or hurt you.

Drives and Motivation: Chive, survival, protecting herself and her loved ones
Talents: Does being able to easily kill another dog count as a talent? Well, she's got that down. Fighting in general, she's very skilled at. Surprisingly, on the other paw, she is very maternal and very skilled with nurturing and tending to pups.
Extremely skilled at: Fighting, guarding, protecting, noticing little things and perceiving the tiniest of changes, obeying orders
Extremely unskilled at: Socializing, swimming, not lashing out at others

Good characteristics: Perceptive, strong, intuitive, brave, protective
Character Flaws: Reserved, aggressive, quick to fight, avoidant
Mannerisms: Staying silent but noticing everything going on, Compulsively checking on Chive, including waking up multiple times in the night in a state of panic just to assure herself he's still there. Despite being a fighter, she is more of a flight personality. If she can sneak away from a confrontation or argument without being noticed, she definitely will.
Peculiarities: Her constantly pinned back ears and anxious nose twitch. Also will sometimes be found staring off into the distance blankly, with only she knows what horrors replaying in her mind.

Biggest Regret: Not being able to save her pups
Minor Regrets: All the dogs she killed and injured in the ring. She knows she did it out of survival, but still. She has her regrets
Darkest Secret: There are some things that Nessie did to survive that she'll take with her to her death. Some things are too horrible to be put into words.
Does anyone else know: No, save for the spectators and the victims

MOTTO:
"You recognize a fighter when you see one, you recognize a survivor when you see one."

 

[Society of Strays]

BASICS
Character Name: Chive
Nickname: N/A (but open!)
Meaning of Name: Onion. His name means onion.
Gender: Cis-Male
Breed: Golden Retriever

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Age: 4 months
Eye Color: Dark brown
Fur Color: Golden
Type of body/build: Mid-sized, large paws, long legs, broad shoulders with narrower hips.
Distinguishing Marks: N/A
Health issues: N/A

FAVORITES
Food: Peanut butter and rawhide
Expressions: Very expressive, often cock-eared and bright eyed, head tilted. Often sticks out the tip of his tongue when focused. Tail is often in motion.
Daredevil or Cautious: Cautious
How does she spend a rainy day: He loves water, but rain can be scary, especially if lightning and thunder is involved. Snow on the other hand, he's all in. For now, rainy days are mostly spent nervously under the protection of Nessie.
Habits of Character:
- Cocking head to the side when curious about something
- Sticking out the tip of his tongue when focused
- A little too comfortable with rolling over and exposing his vulnerable belly, much to Nessie's horror. In reality, he just wants belly scratches.
- Easily spooked and equally easily excited
- That tail do be wagging though

BACKGROUND
Puppyhood Raising & Brief Bio: Chive was born into a very different lifestyle than the one offered to Nessie. He was born into a wealthy Pale-skin family, with both a loving mother and father (both pedigree), and three sisters to keep him company. He was milkfed, handled often by loving caretakers, and spent most of his days frolicking around the grassy gardens of his mansion home, playing with his sisters and numerous supply of doggy toys, chasing butterflies, and being smothered in human affection and praise.
Life was good. Until one day when the family took the pups on an excursion. This was nothing out of the ordinary, the pups had been taken a few times to various parks and picnic spots, allowed to explore and play under close supervision. At this dog park, however, curious Chive had found a hole under the fence, just big enough to squeeze through. And he'd done exactly that. With so many dogs running around, and his human owners chatting with other pale-faces, nobody noticed his disappearance. It was fun for only a few minutes to frolic beyond the bounds of the park, until poor milkfed Chive realized he was hopelessly lost. He caught sight of a couple stray dogs picking at some roadkill they'd drug into an alley and he tried to befriend them in his usual puppy way, with wagging tale and bright smiles, but these street dogs saw him as an easy target. After a few sharp bites and tosses alerted him to the fact that these dogs weren't playing, Chive was chased into an overturned crate, where he barely huddled out of reach of the dogs. They tormented him with mockery, name-calling, and nips as the closest they could reach him.
That was when Nessie came into his life. She was his savior. She'd seen the pup get chased into the crate and had tried to ignore it, to go about her usual self-protective day, but she just couldn't. He was just a puppy, after all. She'd intervened, and even though it was two-against-one, the two scraggly strays stood no chance against the aptly trained bully that was Nessie. She'd been awkward at first, but Chive's happy-go-plucky attitude quickly broke down their barrier as he was quick to trust her. He tried to explain his situation to Nessie as best he could, but she was from too different a lifestyle to be able to help him return to his family. Instead, she took him under her wing and began to care for him as her own. Although Chive misses his birth family greatly, he's done his best to adapt to his situation and new way of life. He loves Nessie dearly and idolizes her. He'd barely been weaned from his own mother when he and Nessie met, so he was still young enough to be able to bond with her in a mother-and-son way.

First Memory: Licking peanut butter off a spoon with one of his sisters
Training: No training, unless you count being very well handled by humans

ATTITUDE
Most at ease when: Cuddling up with other dogs, especially Nessie. He likes being around others. He also gains a lot of comfort from chewing on things, anything really.
Ill at ease when: Alone. Not enough survival skills to be okay on his own, and he knows it. Also, terrified of loud of noises, so storms are particularly frightening.
Priorities: Finding things to chew on and food
If granted one wish what would it be: Peanut butter. Why doesn't it exist in the wild!?

How he feels about self: Chive is not very self-aware yet and has a lot more self-discovery to do, but he does have a sense of lack about himself. He knows that he is relatively unskilled and out of place amongst many of the other street dogs, and does feel less than in a lot of ways. Although energetic and playful, he does lack much real confidence about himself.

PERSONALITY
Greatest Strength: Incredible sense of smell (would make a very good tracker in the future) and can eat an alarming amount of food (although he does get tummyaches sometimes). He hasn't developed any serious strengths just yet, but is great at cheering others up and brightening moods.
Greatest Weakness: Easily spooked (particularly by loud noises and things he doesn't understand), too trusting of others, too submissive and doesn't stand up for himself

Soft Spot: Lumi.
Is this soft spot obvious to others: Yes, anyone with eyes can see that he's got a crush on her.

Biggest Vulnerability: Not very knowledgeable and has basically zero street smarts. Without Nessie and the other dogs protection, Chive would be toast.

TRAITS
Optimist or Pessimist: Optimist
Why: For Chive, life has been good. He hasn't been given enough reason to believe that the world isn't full of fun and happiness. However, he is skeptical after his first rude encounter with wild dogs and is pretty fearful and nervous about trying new things and can be pretty pessimistic in the fact that he feels like everything is bigger and more dangerous than him.
Other: N/A

Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert
Why: Although surprisingly shy at times (particularly with Lumi), Chive thrives on other dogs being around. He's terrified of being alone and really craves and needs consistent social interaction.

Drives and Motivation: Food is certainly his biggest motivator, but so is fun and the pursuit of happiness. Lumi could also very well be a driving factor in some of the future decisions he makes.
Talents: Is being cute a talent? Can he use his pedigree genetics here? No? Well, so far, Chive hasn't found very many talents. But, he is very sweet, kind, obedient, and willing to learn, so surely his talents and strengths will only increase as time goes on.
Extremely skilled at: Cheering others up, playing, being able to track things with his nose, chewing on and destroying things, eating copious amounts of food. He's also decent at swimming and will get better with age.
Extremely unskilled at: Most things relating to actually being able to survive. Especially fighting. There isn't an aggressive bone in his body. Yet.

Good characteristics: Happy-go-lucky, cheerful, just happy to be involved, willing to please and serve
Character Flaws: Easily manipulated, quick to give up, low self-confidence, nervous and fearful of trying new things
Mannerisms: Trying to play with everyone, wagging his tail almost out of habit, rolling around in dirt and getting filthy, trying to eat and chew on things that he simply should not be.
Peculiarities: Loves bugs, especially butterflies. Will spend hours trying to play with them or watching them.

Biggest Regret: Although he's adapting to his new life, Chive does regret going under the fence that one pivotal day and losing his entire posh life and family. It might be one of the reasons why he's so cautious about trying new things now.
Minor Regrets: Not eating more kibble and treats at his posh house when he had the chance. The food out here isn't nearly as good. And seriously, what's a pup gotta do for some peanut butter out here???
Darkest Secret: Not really dark, but his crush on Lumi is his biggest secret. Although, he doesn't do the best job at keeping it hidden despite his best efforts.
Does anyone else know: No, but dogs have eyes, don't they?

MOTTO:
"There is nothing peanut butter and a spoon can't fix."

 

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Sonic​

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Basics
Character Name: Sonic
Nickname: None
Meaning of Name: Most assume it's for the hedgehog, but it's actually for the car.
Breed: Bullmastiff x Australian Cattle Dog, Border Collie, Catahoula Leopard Dog, Australian Shepherd, Labrador Retriever.

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Physical Appearance
Age: 4
Eye Color: Amber
Fur Color: Short, smooth coat with a reddish-brown (tan) hue. The muzzle is slightly darker, almost black, giving it a distinct facial marking. The ears are a shade darker than the body.
Type of body/build: Muscular and athletic build, with strong legs and a well-proportioned body.
Distinguishing Marks: None
Health Issues: Small underbite and a broken canine tooth.

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Favorites
Food: Meat—anything meat.

Expressions:
- Intense Stare: Fixates on targets (objects, people, or other animals) with unblinking, laser-like focus.
- Taut, Leaning Posture: Always looks like he’s about to spring forward, rarely standing still.
- Ears Pinned Forward or Back: When excited or aggressive, the ears press forward with alertness or flatten back in a tense, ready-to-fight stance.

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Personality & Behavior
Daredevil or Cautious?: Daredevil—often reckless, even in small things.

Habits:
- Overcommits to Everything: Launches into play, fights, or running without hesitation, often overshooting or crashing.
- Barrels Through Obstacles: Doesn't slow down—plows through bushes, knocks over chairs, and hits walls if too focused.
- Constantly Challenges: Tests boundaries, pushes against handlers, and barks or lunges just to see how far he can go.
- Aggressive Play Style: Body slams, chases too hard, and bites with too much force, even in friendly settings.
- Shoves & Body Slams: Uses his whole weight to push people, other dogs, or objects.
- Aggressive Growl-Talking: Growls, huffs, and "talks" loudly even when not attacking—very expressive and vocal.
- Demands Engagement: Will bark, push, or nip if ignored, not afraid to demand attention or provoke a reaction.

How does he spend a rainy day?: Chases raindrops for fun, couldn’t care less about getting wet.

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Background
Puppyhood Raising:
Sonic was abandoned outside a pet store by owners who didn’t even bother to leave him inside. He spent days alone, hungry and confused, until a family took him in. But by then, he had learned only to fend for himself. His mother had never been allowed to teach him—he didn’t even know how to eat real food.
Desperate and untrained, Sonic snapped at humans and other dogs. The family, unable to handle him, gave up after a few months and dumped him.
From there, he wandered—home after home, taken in only to be kicked out again for his behavior. Eventually, he stopped expecting kindness.

First Memory: Being abandoned outside a pet store, passed over again and again.

Training: Only what he taught himself. He’s never lost a fight. His size gives him an edge, and his broken tooth is sharp and digs deep. Once he decides something is prey, he latches on and doesn’t let go.

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Attitude & Values
Most at ease when: Lying in the sun—inside or outside, he loves to sunbathe.
Ill at ease when: Rarely unsettled, but being yelled at and chased by "pale-skins" (humans) puts him on edge.
Priorities: Survive and be his own dog.
How he feels about himself: Confident, even arrogant. He knows he was rejected and doesn’t care.
If granted one wish, what would it be?: Deep down, a part of him wishes a family had found him and given him a chance.

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Personality Traits
Greatest Strength: Sheer, unstoppable will—if he wants something, he takes it, no hesitation.
Greatest Weakness: Recklessness—charges headfirst without thinking, often making things worse.
Soft Spot: Only for those he feels he owes a debt to, but even then, it’s more about duty than affection.
Is this soft spot obvious?: No, he hides it behind arrogance and aggression.
Biggest Vulnerability: Overconfidence—he believes he’s invincible until reality proves otherwise.

Traits:
- Optimist or Pessimist?: Optimist—thinks he’s untouchable and that everything will go his way.
- Introvert or Extrovert?: Extrovert—loud, brash, and thrives on chaos and attention.
- Drives & Motivation: Acts purely on desire—power, dominance, amusement, and survival. Fights because he enjoys it. However, deep down, he craves structure—a leader strong enough to command his respect.

Talents:
- Skilled at: Fighting, intimidation, survival, reading weaknesses, cracking jokes, and pushing through pain.
- Unskilled at: Restraint, following orders (unless from someone he respects), patience, and careful planning.

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Character Flaws
- Impulsive—charges into situations without thinking.
- Doesn’t understand (or care about) emotional boundaries.
- Too aggressive—makes others wary.
- Won’t listen unless he respects you.
- Doesn’t acknowledge mistakes until it’s too late.

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Mannerisms & Peculiarities
- Loud and physical—bumps into others, shoves playfully, throws himself onto the ground dramatically.
- Laughs after fights, even when hurt.
- Eats like he’s still starving, even when well-fed.
- Rarely sleeps in one place for too long.
- Steals food, even when he doesn’t need it—just to prove he can.
- Leans against others when resting, even if he doesn’t like them much.

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Regrets & Secrets
Biggest Regret: Never having a real home or a place where he belonged.
Minor Regrets:
- Being too rude, which results in being left alone.
- Scaring off potential allies by pushing too hard.
- Letting fights go too far when they didn’t have to.

Darkest Secret:
Despite acting like he doesn’t need anyone, he secretly wants structure, a leader, and even a family. The reason he fights so much? He’s testing others, looking for someone strong enough to handle him.

Does anyone else know?: No. Sonic would never admit it. Maybe a few older, wiser dogs suspect, but if they called him out, he’d laugh in their face.