Welcome to The Underworld~Squeaky's Minions

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Welcome To The Underworld, We've been expecting you.

Census

Residents -->3

Males-->1

Females-->2

Canines-->2

Felines-->1

Lexis Tribe-->1

Tempest Pack-->0

Iris Pride-->0

Felines
Bast
Nala

Canines
Clef
Squeaky

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Squeaky
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4 years• bitch • Canine • Dalmatian Mix • Loner
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+ PERSONALITY |

Squeaky is anything but your average run of the mill mutt; on the contrary she is unlike anything you have ever seen. With her unique personality and charming good-looks Squeaky makes friends pretty easily although she doesn’t always see it. Nor does she see how some males of tripped over themselves to be near her; she is pretty oblivious to it all. But she is not exactly innocent. Squeaky is a fierce fighter who uses her wits and speed to overpower her enemy rather than brute force. She has a temper and though one usually doesn’t see it, when it ignites beware; you have just angered a tenacious canine with a desire for revenge.

Although ruthless in battle, Squeaky is usually very gentle. She tries to be polite to all creatures but her mannerisms aren’t always what are acceptable for a “lady”. Needless to say, she is not above goofing off with her friends and playing pranks on them. She is fond of jokes which she carries around with her to tell those she meets when they are down on their luck. She may seem upbeat and well put-together but inside she is not always optimistic. She doesn’t like to show emotions, save anger, because she is afraid of rejection and showing weakness. She only breaks down around those she really trusts which, right now is nobody. She bent on survival and even with her trusting attitude she can be very mistrustful of strangers.

Other than that, she loves pups and really wants some of her own one day. But right now, she is just searching for Mr. Right as she is a hopeless romantic with a big heart. Oh a few more things, she gets distracted easily- oh look a smilie! Woops...I did it again didn't I? Well because of her A.D.D. she will become distracted easily by sights, smells and sounds, although it doesn't happen often.

With her Asperger's Syndrome she can't always tell when others are joking, often taking sarcastic comments literrally and thus becoming confused. It also can lead to depression and anxiety both of which are mere symptoms of how she has been treated by others because of her odd quirks. It only takes a slight change in routine to befuddle or surprise her which has made more than one creature ask if she has OCD, which she always answers: "It has not been proven". She often avoids keeping eye contact through a whole conversation for she feels it's extremely awkward to stare at somebody for moments on end. In addition to all of these odd traits, she can be sound very formal when she speaks, at least for her age, and often shocks others with how creative and smart she really is. She tries to hide these quircks but alas, not everything can stay hidden.

• likes | The Rain, Pups, Night, Romance, Feeling Loved
• dislikes | Ruthless creatures, Pup-Killers, Not Knowing what to do, Pointless Battles, Stuck-Up Animals, Morning
• goals | To find a new home and maybe some romance
• fears | Death of Loved ones (Afraid to get too attatched to others), , Spiders
• strengths | Nuturing, Big-Hearted, Smart, Good Fighter, Quick-Thinker, Extremly Loyal
• weaknesses | Trusts easily, Can be Over-emotional, Not always socially adept, Shy, Low Self-Confidence in most situations, Extremly loyal
• mental disorders | Aspergers Syndrome (If that's how it's spelled it's a lighter version of Autism) & slight short-term memory loss and A.D.D.

+ APPEARANCE |

Squeaky is mostly your typical Dalmatian in looks although she has a draw-back- she is pretty short for her breed, mostly because of having another dog breed in her blood. She is built like a Dalmatian with long, slender legs, a long tail and velvety ears but she is also more solid and a bit more muscular owing to the Husky in her. Other than that she looks like her mother per her short-furred white body with its many, many spots covering much of her coat. Her ears a jet black, as well as her nose, and she has some distinguishing spots over her eyes that set her apart from others. But then again, no two Dalmatian’s spots are alike and Squeaky has more than your average dog. Her eyes are like pieces of chocolate peeking out between black licorice and bright with life yet expressionless.

• height | 19" at the shoulder (she is pretty short)
• weight | 37 pounds
• fur colour | pure white with ebony colored spots
• eye colour | Deep caramel-chocolate brown
• scars | none
• noticeable features | One spot over here eye (the left one) is very large and the spot over the other eye (the right one) is medium-sized.
• physical disorders | Slightly near-sighted (can't see far away details) and slight bad back even though she's young

+ HISTORY |

On a relatively cold night in March, a Dalmatian whelped six beautiful half-breed puppies, six signs of the endearing and usual love between two members of different breeds. It was on this night that our Squeaky was born, although her birth name was Holly. The runt of her litter, Holly wasn’t expected to live for more than a month or so it was said when the human doctors came to look at the infants. But then again, what do humans know? Holly defied all the odds and lived to be a healthy, beautiful young girl with a vibrant love for life. She didn’t always act like a normal pup but her family loved her for she was one of their own and in Holly’s household, family is everything. Although she was always closest to her big brother Onyx, the first-born and the one who looked most like their father. He was fiercely protective of his tiny sister, often not letting the humans go near her when he felt she was in danger.
They did everything together, from eating meals and going on walks to playing games and annoying the other pups. Nobody thought that the two would be separated but when the time came, once again they were proven wrong. Holly was taken in by a young human family nearby whereas Onyx left for a home hundreds of miles to the east. Their names weren’t the only things that changed; they now had humans who loved them as one of their own. Squeaky, as she was then called, became best friends with the little human girl that picked her out of the litter of six pups and gave her a new name. They were extremely close, but Squeaky still missed Onyx even though the little girl’s affection filled the gap in her heart a little bit. She thought of her family often yet she knew that this was her new family and she loved them dearly.
However, good things don’t always last. Squeaky’s humans perished during the epidemic and on her human friend’s last breath Squeaky swore a vow to never forget them and find out why this had happened. She left for the streets to wander only with her humans’ cat DaVinci for company. They wandered for months, searching for a new home and trying to make sense of the humans dying all around them. The duo found out that their families had perished during the mass hysteria even Onyx. Squeaky’s heart had broken in a million pieces as those she loved passed on and became a loner, well at least after DaVinci and her got separated.

• season born | Spring
• place of birth | Champange Canine Society
• family | Dam- Cherry (Dalmatian), Sire- Sterling (Siberian Husky) Siblings- Opal, Juniper, Crystal, Onyx, and Olive all deceased.
• memorable events | Being adopted by humans at age 1 and loosing her family

+ SAMPLE |

This is from a story I am writing, if it offends anyone I am sorry but it's a bit dark >.>

Get the girl…..
My heart pounds inside of my chest as a clap of lightning smacks the ground inches from my right foot; streaming sparks into my bare flesh. I bite back a wail of pain, the searing wounds ripping my skin apart to embrace the blazing rain that swirls like stars around me. But I can not stop to ease the flow of blood seeping through my damaged skin which scream over the sound of the storm and the panting of my pursuers pleading with me to cease my renewed efforts to ignore them. I try to make silent my doubts of escape and the fear I have already lost too much blood to go on, but I can feel death breathing down my neck, slowly reaching out with gnarled paws to enclose me in its cold grip.
Not today…. I think, or maybe hope for I am not sure how much longer I can keep this up before I collapse from exhaustion and am torn apart by heaven-knows-what. I don’t even know why I am fleeing and for a minute I pause to wonder if I should stop running because these could be benevolent creatures bent on coming to get me out of the storm.
But as I think this, I know it isn’t true; I can feel an aura of malevolence slinking out from them to slither between my feet. The weight of such wickedness overpowers me and I plummet to earth, my adrenaline seeping out of my hide like water in someone’s cupped hands. I am too weak to even lift my head so I can view my attackers but yet I see them as they shriek in triumph at my crumpled form on the hail-beaten ground.
Glowing, soulless eyes peer at me amidst burnt flesh barely clinging to carcasses that are so badly torn apart, they make zombies look human. They are something from the dawn of darkness, creatures that come to torment the living and hunt down the righteous. Some of them even have blackened wings with every plague known throughout our History stitched into them; they purr at me as they approach, eager to get started on their next meal. I feel them clawing at my legs, dragging me through the brambles to some hidden lair where I will meet my demise. I see my young life flash before my eyes, all seventeen years on this earth parading past my browbeaten brain. I can see my family and friends waving at me through a tunnel of light. Squeaky barks playfully at me, beckoning me to join her in the golden city of paradise where there is no sorrow and no more pain.
Is that Heaven? I wonder sleepily; looking wistfully at those I love. The creatures flinch at my thoughts, glaring at me through eyes narrowed to slits. My groggy brain tries to sifter through this thought but another springs to mind. They flinch at the word Heaven? Once more my attackers wince, rubbing their temples to shut out the noise coming from my skull and then it hit me with the force of a bullet train. So that means….
“Jesus.” The creatures hiss in alarm looking wildly about as if they expect to see Him flowing down from the Heavens to destroy them. Open gashes appear on their flesh, and they wail in agony trying to regain their grips on my legs but I kick out at them and struggle to my feet against the massing bodies.
“By the name of Jesus Christ, I tell you to be gone!” I snarl with as much venom as I can muster, feeling the strength returning at the sound of the Glorious Name. They wail in agony, thrashing around on the ground as their flesh is ripped apart, light replacing their darkness until there is nothing left but green ooze that seeps into the soles of my feet like melted icrecream.

• link to image of character | www.flickr.com/photos/dionc/1295500196/ Picture wouldn't show up so I edited it slightly and uploaded it elsewhere (Photobucket) And if you need a link to the information on Asperger's Syndrome: www.webmd.com/brain/autism/tc/aspergers-syndrome-symptoms
• where did you find CR? | I think on the Gahoolian Decree or something like that when I was site-surfing
•Current Threads| Wandering Alone

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Clef
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2 years• regnard• Canine • Fennec Fox • Lexis Tribe
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+ PERSONALITY |

Dare devil is his middle name, yeah that's right, Clef is a dare devil who likes the thrill of doing dangerous things. Speeding through the city on a trashcan lid while dodging lions that are trying to eat him? Yep, he'd do it in a heartbeat. Jumping off of a really tall building into a trashcan full of animal bones? No problem. This little tyke loves thrills in any way he can get them.

Clef is also very mischeavious, often pranking others at odd times just so he can joke around with his friends. He is also very kind and chivilrous when the situation calls for it, but usually he is an easy-going funny guy.

He also harbors a deep mistrust and anger towards the Tempest Pack for reasons that will be explained in his History. He will do anything to assure peace although most who encounter him believe he enjoys chaos. It's a common misconception with this guy but as can be expected its not true.

Clef is a loyal fighter who is very swift and just in battle which owes to his parents training him to defend himself at a young age and to look at both sides of every story.

• likes |
feeling useful
feeling brave
going really fast
the sweet summer rain
• dislikes |
being called the "little guy"
being underestimated
being called a coward
not knowing what to do
• goals | stop the feud, make sense of the world, fall in love (though that last one is my goal for him)
• fears |
Agoraphobia (fear of wide, open spaces)
Ophidiophobia (fear of snakes)
Ablutophobia (fear of war, for him specifically that it will enclose the world)
Fears the death of loved ones
• strengths |
can jump really high
fast
tenacious
His size
• weaknesses |
Stubborn
His size
A bit mistrustful of others
• mental disorders | none that we know of, if he has any he's not saying

+ APPEARANCE |

Clef is a small little creature, though by the way he acts you’d never guess that he was! But when you first glance at him you see the tall bat-like ears standing on his sandy ginger head and his fluffy body with its short legs and bushy tail. It takes a while for others to see that his underbelly is a slightly lighter shade than the rest of his pelt or to see that he has a slight scar on his tail which is hidden in the folts of the black tip on it. His eyes are chocolate brown and full of curiosity for the world around him, as Clef is a very curious creature. Oh and one other thing, his legs and muzzle are a pale cream color as with most Fennec Foxes.

• height |16 inches in length, 8 inches at the shoulder
• weight |about 3 pounds
• fur colour |sand colored fur with some ginger
• eye colour |caramel and amber
• scars | none
• noticeable features |He has large ears and unique eyes
• physical disorders | none

+ HISTORY |

Clef's childhood or puphood was anything but normal. He was born to loners Satin and Granite whom had escaped a zoo together but were wandering alone in the vast deseret where California used to be.

They only had one pup together, yet one was enough. They loved young Clef unconditionally and he loved them. They taught him the ways to survive in the deseret and the forests surrounding them and to always trust his instincts but follow his heart. Which is what he did when he was 6 months of age and met his best friend Matilda, an artic fox who's parents had also escaped from a zoo.

The two were inseperable, and even some would say in love. However when the Tempest Pack were in route to attack the Lexis Pride, Clef's family was caught in the cross-fire. Matilda's dying breath was his name, which one of the members of the pack, Hades' father it just so happens, heard his name. He saw how hate killed innoccent victims and became part of the group that was trying to stop this evil. But Clef, he has hated the Tempest ever since and has been weary of becoming close to anyone else.

• season born | Fall
• place of birth |The Californian Deseret or what used to be California
• family | Dam- Satin (deceased), Sire- Granite (deceased), Siblings- None, Best Friend/Crush- Matilda (deceased)
• memorable events |His parents and best friend being killed by the Tempest Pack (it was an accident)

+ SAMPLE |

-see Squeaky's Dream Bio-

• link to image of character | The original picture
Phobias
Phobias 2
• where did you find CR? | Gahoolian Decree

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Nala
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11 months • she-cat • domestic cat • American Shorthair and British Shorthair Mix • loner
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+ PERSONALITY |

First off, Nala is VERY competetive especially towards Clef and Twix. She loves to one-up then and is know for using her "speacial move" on them which is where she flips them over and pins them down, when they anger her. She does have a BIG temper but she is usually just playful, friendly, and flirty.

She is a bit of a tomboy yet she does act like a diva at times but it is rare. She doesn't like getting her fur wet but oddly enough will roll around in the mud with the guys! Nala is a mixed bag of personality, but that's just the way she rolls!

She is a jokester and a flirt, oftentimes teasing her male friends and then playing a prank on them! She is pretty brave too, not waiting around for someone else to fix her problems like other dasmels, she'll go looking for the solution herself!

Although if the right guy comes along, she'll go with him, letting him be her knight in shining armor and her partener in crime. She is also very musical, often humming random tunes that one would catch if they spent alot of time in the city near the abandoned human clubs. Some of the other animals who knew humans well enough to understand some of their language, translated alot for her so now she can sing a lot of songs; she's quite good at it too.

• likes |
-romance
-music
-exploring
• dislikes
-others being overprotective of her because of her size
-hyenas
-being bad at something
• goals |
-Become a Leader/Queen
-Find love
• fears |
-Hyenas or Hyena-like canines
-Loosing loved ones
-Being alone in the world with nobody there alive that loves her or she loves
• strengths |
-Kind
-Loyal
-Graceful
-Gentle
-BIG Temper
-Strong
• weaknesses |
-A bit of a Diva
-Naive
-BIG Temper
• mental disorders | optional

+ APPEARANCE |

When you first look at her, you see a small yet slender and wiry she-cat with fluffy fur. Her tail is extremley bushy like a squirrel's and a slightly lighter ginger than the rest of her pelt. As for the rest of her fur, it is a pretty firey ginger making her look like she is covered in flames. Her eyes are a beautiful sapphire blue and wide to show her innoccence.

Her legs are long, making for most of her height so she is taller than most Domestic Shorthairs, but being as her parents were both tall cats, or so we can assume, it makes sense. Her face is round like a lion's with small ears that nontheless can hear things very well.

• height |12" at the shoulder
• weight |7 pounds
• fur colour |Fluffy and ginger
• eye colour |Sparkling Green
• scars |none
• noticeable features |her tail is bushy like a squirrel's.
• physical disorders | none that we know of

+ HISTORY |

On a warm summer's night in the peaceful zoo ruins, a litter of kittens was born to an American Shorthair named Sarafina. She was on her own raising six kittens which was a lot for one mother to have. It was a miracle she didn't die during the kitting; most likely it was because of the help of her two sisters Jellybean and Melissa who acted as nursemaids during the birth.

Nala was the smallest but that didn't stop her from being adventerous. She got into so much trouble with her best friend, another young kitten born nearby. One time they explored a desert territory near where a bunch of creatures had disappeared. They found the cause to be some escaped hyenas whom had taken up residence. The two nearly escaped with their lives and ever since Nala has despised hyenas.

What's with the look? Oh you want to know about her father? Well Nala's mother never spoke much of her father because she wanted her children to not think of such dark thoughts as a war. But I will tell you now, her father was an ambitious British Shorthair cat by the name of Leo, who was in the Iris Pride and raised quickly through the ranks. He never became leader but was an expert spy...for the Lexis Tribe. He was double-crossing the Iris Pride and oh boy did all heck break loose when they found out. He was mutilated in the most heinous ways and left to die in front of his wife. It scarred Sarafina forwever.

Anyway, Nala did have a happy childhood until a tornado swept through their home and destroyed everything. Nala was seperated from her family, and like Squeaky and so many others before her, was alone for the first time after finding her whole family was dead.

• season born |Summer
• place of birth |The zoo ruins
• family |
-Sire: unknown, he left them when she was just a kit
-Dam: Sarafina
-Littermates: Mufassa, Sarabi, Zazzoo, Pumba, and Timon.
• memorable events |Getting seperated from her family and being on her own for the first time with nobody but herself to be with.

+ SAMPLE |

check Squeaky's bio if you are curious. Oh and she is based alot off of Nala from the Lion King, in case nobody could guess xD

• link to image of character | click here please
• where did you find CR? | can't remeber xD

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Bast
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1 year • she-cat • feline • bengal and egyptian mau mix • Lexis Tribe
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+ PERSONALITY |

First things first: Watch out around this one. She may be good but evil beware, mess with someone she cares about and she will come after you. Bast is fiercy loyal to those she calls friends and while she may be gaurded at first once she opens up to you, you have a friend for life. She's somewhat shy, reserved and gaurded around most people so they get quite a shock when they see her goofing off and acting silly with her companions. She does have a sense of humor and loves to make others laugh or feel good about themselves.

She has a soft-spot for kits that causes her to behave motherly to them. She is also very smart and learned for her age oftentimes saying things that take others by shock for they do not believe such a young cat could know or understand such things. Along with this, she is a hopeless romantic and always waits for Mr. Right to pad on by. Except when toms do fall for her good looks and charm she doesn't seem to notice it very much.

She has an explosive temper and not much patience. She is ferocious in battle, yet full of mercy for those who deserve it.

She also likes to help her friends out with their problems and with her being such a good listener people often come to her with their troubles. Like I said before, she is very loyal and would do anything for her friends. As well, Bast doesn't always act like a lady, goofing around with her numorous guy pals and spazzing out with random jokes. But she doesn't always see when people are joking or being sarcastic and doens't like to have her schedule messed up. She also can be slightly tomboyish and have low self-esteem but she doesn't like to show it to others. She is a bit overemotional at times.

But there is another thing you should be aware of....she is hyper, goofy, sweet, and loyal, yes, but also....well sometimes she has moments where she blacks out and wakes up to find something bad has happened usually just her almost falling into a canyon but sometimes other things happen....unspeakable things...She always worries for her sanity and the safety of those around her.

• likes |
-The Rain
-Helping Others
-Romance
-The Forest
-Learning things
• dislikes |
-Absurd Stereotypes
-Those who don't understand
-Being unsure what to do
• goals |
-Stop the war
-Reunite her family once more
• fears |
-Becoming insane
• strengths |
-Strong fighter
-VERY smart
-Loyal
-Good at surviving
• weaknesses |
-Not always socially adept
-Slightly isane, or atleast on the brink of it
-Overemotional
• mental disorders |
-slightly unhinged.....

+ APPEARANCE |

Bast is a slender and beautiful young feline. However because of the bengal in her, she is big boned so she looks very muscular but also very feminine. She has long legs and a broad head ending in to large ears covered in spots. She has a thick furred pelt ending on her stubborn tail that she usually carries towards the ground. Oh and her fur is very soft too, feeling like velvet when you pet it; it too is covered in spots with some stripes on her legs and what looks like egyptian khol around her eyes. These are said to help reflect light when she is hunting. Under some light as well, you can see a reflection of gold which is unique to her bengal heritage.

• height |approx. 11 inches as the shoulder
• weight |about 5 pounds
• fur colour |golden bronze with darker spots
• eye colour |tawny brown
• scars | one over her right eye but its faint
• noticeable features |
• physical disorders | near sighted

+ HISTORY |

Bast was born to Iris Pride members DomDaniel and Bellatrix, two of the most ruthless creatures to walk the face of this earth. Some call them criminaly insane and others just call them terrible monstrosities. They mutilated and killed so many other animals that many lost count, and one of them was Nala's father. They hoped for an heir to carry on their heinous deeds. But Bast didn't turn out...quite right. She was sweet and cuddly like any kitten but she stayed that way. They were disgusted but they still tried to meld her into the perfect killer. She was a powerful fighter but she just didn't want to kill anyone. Fed up, they tried again but to the same result with little Bird except...he didn't have the genetic side-effect Bast had. At times she would black out and destroy things or people. One time she acciedently wounded a very important spy and well let's just say they wanted her to die. Fearing for her life and that of her little brother, Bast fled to the Lexis Tribe.

• season born |Spring
• place of birth |Iris Pride
• family |
Sire: DomDaniel (Egyptian Mau)
Dam: Bellatrix (Bengal)
Littermates: none
Siblings: Bird (little brother)
• memorable events |
-Finding out how insane she was becomming
-Leaving her family with Bird

+ SAMPLE |

none not needed

• link to image of character |
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I found a lot of information on bengals here
• where did you find CR? | can't really remember I think Gahoolian Cycle when I was site-surfing

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Iris
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Four years • Bitch • Canine • Rhodesian Ridgeback • Tempest
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"I've been exiled, persucuted
Left alone with no defense
When I think of what that brute did
I get a little tense."

+ PERSONALITY |

"The sound of Simba's dying gasp
His daughter squealing in my grasp
His lionesses' mournful cry
That's my lullaby"

Think of some of the worst villianesses in any movie or book you've ever read or watched, then times it by ten; what you've just created is the most evil thing on planet earth. It takes a powerful hero to oppose this misstress of darkness, and takes even more cold-hearted woman to make her. Take some Zira, Jadis (you might know her as the White Witch), Nyra, and a ton of Bellatrix Lestrange mix it together and you've got Iris. She is driven by hate and her lust for blood and revenge.

She is cunning, as almost all villianesses are, but crazy; you're typical pyscopathic sadist. She prefers killing to taking prisioners and sarcastic comments to sweet sentances.

Iris is also very impulsive, using her primitive and hatred filled actions to get every deed done. But that is not to say she isn't smart, it's just she is very one-sided and often gets tunnel vision.

Iris is also a slut, she loves males and the males love her. Even for all her hatred and wicked ways, Iris is capable of love but it is twisted and easily taken away. It is hard for her to really fall for someone but if the right male comes by she will take to him. Also, Iris really wants a child, not so much for the pleasure of it but for an heir to carry on her heinous ways.

Narcassitic, Proud, Arrogant and Vain; Iris takes time on how she appears to others and always tries to put out her best foot although she doesn't think she has any bad ones.

Argue with her and she'll kill you in a heartbeat, she doesn't care who you are or what you're like she does not take kindly to others insulting her ego. She is also fiercly competetive and a dominant personality who does not like to be treated as a suboordinate to anyone not even her mate. Iris is a twisted creature with a sadist's mind and a pysocpath's love of murder; watch out for this one for she is a disaster waiting to happen.

• likes |
-males
-killing things
-being wooed
-getting the better of others
-being the best

• dislikes |
-goody goody two-shoes
-being told "no"
-not getting what she wants
-felines
-males trying to get the better of her
-competition
-getting confused with the cat ISIS

• goals |
-to destroy all cats
-to destroy things
-to go up the ranks in her pack

• fears |
-Believe it or not she is actually afraid of owls even though she'll act like she's afraid of nothing, so she tries to kill them a lot

• strengths |
-strong
-cunning
-patient

• weaknesses |
-insane
-blinded by rage
-untolerant

• mental disorders |
-criminally insane

+ APPEARANCE |

"But I dream a dream so pretty
That I don't feel so depressed
'Cause it soothes my inner kitty
And it helps me get some rest."

Iris is a drop-dead beauty from her slender frame to curvacious hips and long, slender legs. Her coat is a beautiful golden chestnut matching her gorgeous amber eyes full of a haunted fury. The lenght of her coat is dense and short but nonetheless soft to the touch. She is also deep-chested as is typical for her breed and as well her tail is broader towards her rump yet slender at its very tip. She also has the charateristic "ridge" that gives the breed its name: the hairs, darker than the rest of the pelt, growing opposite of their fellows to follow most of the length of the dog's spine. Needless to say many males fall for her upon first glance, but not many know what they are getting themselves into.

• height |26 inches at the shoulder
• weight |68 pounds
• fur colour |golden chestnut
• eye colour |amber
• scars | one Kovu/Scar style over her right eye, one on her hip and one on her right foreleg
• noticeable features |tall, slim, odd jagged scar
• physical disorders | nothing we know of

+ HISTORY |

"Now the past I've tried forgetting
And my foes I could forgive
Trouble is, I knows it's petty
But I hate to let them live."

Some say that the winter snows blew into the whelping den that fateful night, turning the heart of the rhodesian ridgeback newborn to a twisted, frozen lump. It may be just a rumor but it describes Iris perfectly. Named as she was for something as colorful as the ring around the pupil of an eye, she was nothing like that and it was exactly what her parents wanted. It was to be an illusion. Iris was their only pup, and the daughter of their dreams for she turned out to be a heinous murderer with a lust for blood. She was born insane, she lives insane and she will always be insane.

They taught her early to despise cats of every shape and size, starting her off with killing cubs and torturing adults. By the time she was a teen, Iris was more messed up than Wonderland on drugs.

So one night when her parents were sleeping Iris went for a walk. But one of their enemies, and believe me they have a ton, snuck into the den and slaughtered Iris' parents. They had no clue what they were getting themselves into. It unhinged her even more for she did have a twisted love for her parents and their deaths made her more terrible than ever before.

When they found the bodies the next week, not even those who had hated the killers could stand to look at their mangled corpses. Iris had ripped every bone out of heir bodies and plucked out their fur, all for her parent's death. Believe me, this is one dog you DON'T want to mess with.

• season born |winter
• place of birth |tempest pack
• family |
|-->Sire = Scar
|-->Dam = Zira
|-->Littermates = none the others died at birth
• memorable events |
-Her parents death
-Murdering their killers

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already done so

• link to image of character | HERE
• where did you find CR? | site-surfing

"Payback time is nearing
And then our flag will fly
Against a blood-red sky
That's my lullaby!"

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