The Scavengers

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Roleplayer: Dreamy
Name: Phantom
Gender: Male
Age: Five
Breed: Foxhound

Brief Personality: Phantom has two sides to him. To the Scavengers he’s kind and lovely. He makes small talk, smiles, laughs, shares jokes. He’s a good friend and is well liked. Then there’s the darker side to him, that comes out when he sees a cat, or if anyone ever offends or betrays him. Then Phantom becomes the scariest creature you will ever meet. He is the most gruesome, disgusting, morbid creature that has walked into Hexasol. He takes sadistic pleasure in those that suffer. He’s clinical and descriptive about how he kills his opponent, right down to how many bones are broken, and what it takes to puncture a lung. Phantom is clever, and that makes him even more frightening. As soon as he’s back from a kill, he’ll act completely normal around the rest of the Scavengers, despite having two pints of blood smeared across his mouth and pieces of eyeball caked into his fur.
Likes: Dead felines, killing, chatting, rainbows, blood
Dislikes: Alive felines, quick deaths, dogs that like cats

Characteristic Traits: Half of his face is white, half of his face is black
Role in the group: Fighter, guard

Reason for hating felines: It is rumoured that Phantom brought up surrounded by cats when he suddenly just turned on them and ripped them all to shreds. No one knows why he would’ve done this, but the Scavengers fear that this might happen to them if they’re not careful.

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Roleplayer: Hunter
Name: Quinn
Gender: Male (I know you asked for a female, but blame Tachi for this)
Age: Five
Breed: Great Dane

Brief Personality: Quinn is the Scavenger’s version of a good-natured hippie. Laid-back and joyous he appears constantly high, always the one to tell people they ought to “chill” more whilst he himself laughs off almost any insult thrown his way. He has a weakness for euphoriants of any kind (slightly addicted since he lived in a constant hash-smoke in his former owner’s apartment), and will gladly share this joy with anyone he likes. Some may question what such a chilled canine is doing in such a hateful pack as the Scavengers, but one shouldn’t mistake Quinn’s placid nature for a peace-loving one. If you ask him the felines are vermin that ought to be exterminated from the surface of the Earth– especially such violent ones as the Iris- and he will gladly rip apart any cat that crosses his path.
Likes: Dead felines, hash and other euphoriants, chilling.
Dislikes: Living felines, canines which are unnecessary violent, people who get insulted at small things and insist on being angry all the time.

Characteristic Traits: The blue scarf and colourful glasses he wears, and woe to anyone who dares to touch either! He usually leaves the glasses behind in a safe spot when he fights, however.
Role in the group: Fighter.

Reason for hating felines: Quinn’s old pack was obliterated in a war against the felines much alike the one taking place in Hexasol at the moment. In his eyes the majority of felines are violent and dangerous, and all packs such as the Iris Pride should be wiped away without mercy.

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Roleplayer: Smudge
Name: Trixie
Gender: Female
Age: Four
Breed: Saluki

Brief Personality: Trixie is a flirt. This could result in her looking trashy and slutty, but Trixie doesn’t flirt for pleasure. At least... not really. When she’s in a tricky situation, she can flirt her way out of it. She can leave cats and dogs alike feeling dazed and confused with a twinkle of her eyes and an elegant strut of wiggling hips. She can manipulate guards into letting her out of cells and even once, so she claims, she managed to save a litter of puppies with just a wink of her gorgeous eyelids. It can also be said that Trixie is a trickster. She can lie until the cows come home, and if flirting doesn’t work, then lying certainly will.
Likes: Dead felines, flirting, lying, summer
Dislikes: Alive felines, rapists, sleazebags

Characteristic Traits: Her creamy, silky fur and skinny long legs.
Role in the group: Spy, fighter

Reason for hating felines: Felines overran the town that Trixie lived in after humans died out, and they held her captive. She luckily managed to escape through flirting and lying to the guards. It’s amazing what cats find attractive these days.

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Roleplayer: Jack
Name: Vagabond
Gender: Male
Age: Four
Breed: French Bulldog

Brief Personality: Vagabond is as stubborn as they come, and as bloodthirsty as a starved vampire. He loves the adrenaline rush of battle and gladly throws himself into the frenzy of any fight. He's self-confident to the absurd and thinks very highly of himself, convinced that he knows everything there is to know in the world, and that his way of doing it is the only right way. It doesn't take a lot to annoy him, and his temper flares at the slightest insult or show of incompetence. He's not always reliable when it comes to taking orders, but he's one hell of a fighter and his complete disregard for his own health makes him a dangerous adversary.
Likes: Dead felines, blood, fighting, throwing snarky remarks at his enemies.
Dislikes: Living felines, people who make "funny" comments about his size, being ordered around, having to cooperate with canines he thinks are lazy or incompetent.

Characteristic Traits: His small size and his big mouth. His body's crisscrossed by scars and he's lacking the tip of his right ear.
Role in the group: Fighter

Reason for hating felines: Vagabond doesn't hate the felines per se... he simply loves a good fight. Being part of the Scavengers offered him the opportunity to slaughter all the cats he wants. Furthermore then he's always been thrown from pack to pack throughout his entire life, and the Scavengers represented a unity the violent bulldog had never experienced before. Suddenly he was part of something... even though he'd never admit to such "soft" feelings.

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