• Ðαnce, puppeтs, dαnce.

[rayne]

If I show you, then I know you won't tell[/font] what I said..

[/size][/font]

. Statistics

[/color][/size]

Total | 11 ( 10 + 1 side character )

Adults | 11
Pups | -

Females | 6
Males | 5 ( 4 characters + 1 side character )

Canines | 7
Felines | 3
Others | 1 [falcon]

Tempest| 1 (Orion)
Iris | 2 (Joker, Vendetta)
Lexis | 2 (Dante, Stella)
Loners | 6

[/blockquote]

. Follow my footsteps

[/color]

Dante

Meet Under Night - All Lexis
A Call to the {Canines} - Mercury

Devil & Chance

. `Ashes, ashes, we all fall [ down ] - Gravity
. `Curiosity // - Gypsy
. `Speak of the [ Devil ] - Gravity
. `Flip the [ script ] - Gravity & Florence
. `Full speed - Many animals
A Call To Arms [The Rescue] - Many animals
` Try to find out, what makes you [ t i c k ] - Jinxer
The Gathering Storm - Tempest meeting; many animals
`There is nothing I do better than revenge. - Gypsy
Tell me if you see her - Scorpio
`Drag me down to hell - Francis & Albanach
`You thought I'd simply stand & watch? - Florence, Emile, Albanach
What the fuck was I {thinking}? - Jinxer
`Where does your loyalty lie? - Brooke
* Unmarked Trails - Gravity
An {Unexpected} Visitor - Rikki
Start Tryin' to Catch Up - Jinxer

Jade

`Exhausted - Vladimir

Joker

. &I will not die in the night; - Florence

Leila

{COME}.break.me.down - Zach & Amberlyn
Steel Cages - Operation

Orion

. &This old world, it don't remember me.. - Badeya
A Call To Arms [The Rescue] - Many animals

Silk

(it was my job to be a) guardian // - Aria & Aleut
Autumn and its Silence - Aria & Aleut
I'm the guide and guard for Silk and Satin - Hunter
`Breathtaking sights - Angel

Satin

(it was my job to be a) guardian // Aria & Aleut
Autumn and its Silence - Aria & Aleut
I'm the guide and guard for Silk and Satin - Hunter

Stella

`Just a junkyard dog; - Knight
`Can't control me; - Caine
A daughter's revenge - Caine & Jacy
I don't need your authority - Diego & Brooke
On our own, let's get away - Diego

Vendetta

Meow }} - Fletch
`Dining in Winter - Amoraq

[/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

`cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

[/size][/color][/right][/color]

[rayne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]

[atrb=background,http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/devilmiddle.png] "" (THE SMALLER FEATURES); Character name: Dance with the Devil [ nickname: Devil ] Age: 3 years old Animal: Canine Breed/s: Australian Shepherd Pack: None yet. (I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST); Personality: Devil is a very dynamic, almost liquid character. Depending on the situation, her personality may change, whether it be over time, or on the spot. Thus, her personality revolves around being unpredictable. That's a very big thing with her. One day, she might be accepting of something, and the next day she might reject it altogether and be disgusted by it. She's a usually happy character, braving the world with an optimistic gleam in her eyes. She doesn't let anyone tell her what's good and bad for her, she prefers to check it out for her own. After all, what's there to lose? If she doesn't like it, she'll simply leave. The world is a playground through her eyes, despite the raging wars between species. There is a darker side though. A side that usually doesn't surface until in certain types of situations. She has absolutely no conscience, that is, unless it comes to friends. When threatened, she has troubles deciding whether to back off or to tackle the situation, therefore she might assert her point and come off too strong at times, while other times she'll simply sink into the background and stage a dissapearing act. Now you see me, now you don't-type of situations. She's also very tricky, and has a passion for pulling pranks and tricks on people. When she wants to weave a web of lies, it's hard to peer through the armor and see the true intentions behind her actions. Three strengths: - Dynamic. She's very active and always striving towards success, no matter the occasion. - Optimistic. She puts her best foot forward and hopes to the best, no matter what. Her motto, most of the time, is 'I've got nothing to lose.' - Guilt-free conscience. What can I say? She doesn't have one. Through losses, fights, deaths, and quarrels along the way, she's forgotten the meaning of guilt unless it pertains to friends. Three weaknesses: - Though it takes a while to become a good friend of hers, once you're in, you're in for good. She's practically a pushover in this stage, and though she might bite back every now and then, her loyalties remain, even if the friend is a total jerk. - Nostalgic. She remembers the past and how it used to be, and it slowly affects her mood and the things she does. She can't let it go, though it'd be best to accept that it's over and done. - She's rather spazzy when it comes to 'fight or flight', and therefore tends to make mistakes about when she should fight and when she should just back off. (LOOKIN' AT MY REFLECTION); Height: 19 inches Weight: 49 lbs Appearance: Most of her body is covered by dark brown fur that turns to black in several areas. She has a dark brown nose, and the snout is 'dipped' in white; meaning that the area around the nose has a blend of white fur. She has caramel-colored markings on her face, which surround her eyes, the sides of her snout, and work its way down her side. Her legs also share the caramel colored fur. The bottom of her jaw has white fur, which covers her chest and moves down the underside of her body. She has brown eyes that resemble a shade of redwood in normal light, but turn to a brown shade of hazel in direct sunlight. The fur on her body is long, and soft to the touch, which doesn't help much when it comes to protecting from others' jaws. The bases of her ears are erect like a German Shepherd's, but they turn floppy as they reach the mid-section. (REMINISCING LIKE HELL); History: Devil's life once revolved around cattle and sheep, and keeping them rounded up and together. Since she was a pup, she was always observing the ways they ran about as her older family members rounded them up. She always admired it, and as she grew up, she began to join them more and more. However, she never got a chance to fully become one of them before the humans were stricken by the virus. With them gone, their love and care left as well. Since nobody was looking after them, the dogs started to stray, some leaving for a while, and others never returning. Soon, only her and her brother were left on the farm, and two dogs alone without human companions couldn't be much protection from other predators. The farm had soon ran out of dog food and other things to keep them fed as well, and so the decision was made for them that they would have to leave home and search for anything that would help them survive. Devil and her brother were separated soon after they started out, because he wanted to go towards a more tropical climate, while she just wanted to explore the cities and stay relatively close to home. Neither of them has seen each other since, so now she braves the world alone, learning new tricks along the way. Major turning points in life: - When her owner died; it was a life or death decision between braving it out on the farm and risking that the wolves might see that she was the last line of defence between them and sheep, which would be an easy snack, or leaving home and wandering off to see what the wilder world had to offer. - Getting the Warden captured by the Iris Pride, and having to call a meeting so his pack could get them back. * * * (The Time of Angels) Name: Chance Gender: Male Age: 2 years Species: Peregrine Falcon (Flesh and Stone) Appearance: Chance's body is full of different colored feathers, ranging from different shades of white to brown, and in some areas black. His chest is full of white feathers that lean towards beige, and has certain spots where the features have grown a bit longer and are tipped in dark brown. He has deep brown eyes and a black beak. [ See image ] Personality: Chance is very attentive and observant of his surroundings, as is expected of all predatory birds. He loves the feeling of the wind under his wings, and taking steep dives as neck-breaking speed. Though he's not a very trusting bird, he's very social and has an attraction to meeting new people and befriending them. He's a pretty smart bird, but he uses it for bad more than good. He uses his cunning to think of witty phrases and things he can do to annoy others or utterly confuse them--hence why him & Devil make good friends. (Partners in Crime) Associated Character: Dance with the Devil History: Chance was born like most other birds--right out of the egg, fed by his mother, etc.. However, what happened after he learned how to fly was quite different. He was one of the last to take off and leave for good, since he loved sticking around with his family and friends to be able to joke and jest with them. After he left, he flew until something caught his eye from mid air--a group of sheep, attempting to scatter, but being held together by dogs running in circles endlessly. Amused by this, he swooped down and perched by one of the younger ones who was also observing the scandal--and this dog turned out to be none other than Devil. Both outgoing, they started talking and noticed that they amused each other quite a lot--therefore forming a good friendship. With the death of humans and the other dogs leaving the ranch, he left the area with Devil until they made their way to Hexasol. With all the buildings, he doesn't usually stay in one place--though he always remains somewhere within earshot. (is that what it's called?..somewhere within an area in which Devil can be heard <-- might explain it better xD)

[/justify][/size][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table]

[center][table][tr][td][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][img]http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/devilmiddle.png[/img][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=background,http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/devilmiddle.png][color=B31601][blockquote][blockquote][justify][size=1]

[color=fb2b03][/color]

[/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td][img]http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/Devilbottom.png[/img][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
[/center]

[rayne]

(THE SMALLER FEATURES);

Character name: Joker
Age: 2 years old
Gender: Male
Animal: Feline
Breed/s: Bengal Cat
Pack: Iris Pride.

(I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST);

Personality: Joker has a mixed personality, which stretches across to be a little bit of all the poles. Towards strangers, and just about 3/4th's of the planet, he's nothing but a cold-hearted cat--a feline version of the tin man. He's devious and uncaring, almost as if someone simply turned off the 'emotion' switch in his heart. He wasn't always like this, though. Therefore, he possesses another side to him that only makes its presence known when it comes to dear friends; or when he's intoxicated, or under some kind of influence.
The other side to his otherwise pessimistic personality is, surprisingly, a very joyful one. Like a feline to catnip. Such a side was only available to his direct family—his mother, his brother. All of which are now deceased. Therefore, this side of his personality seems to have disappeared altogether, only looming in every now and then to give him a seemingly ‘troubled’ first impression. However, perhaps all this will be fixed one day, when he finds his way into a pack that he can grow fond of. But for now, he roams the street as just another alley cat—braving the world with a heart made of steel.
Three strengths:
- Not easily phased. Threats seem to go in one ear and out the other to him.
- Devious. His mind breaks situations down into several plans so that he can get away with whatever he's doing.
- Comical. He's fun to be around, once you get to know him.
Three weaknesses:
- Untrusting. It takes a while for him to truly trust anyone.
- Tends to be a loner. He likes the thought of a pack and friends, but inner instincts drive him towards the solo mentality.
- Bipolar. At times he may be the nicest and funniest guy you know, and other times he's got a nasty attitude that's a force to be reckoned with.

(LOOKIN' AT MY REFLECTION);

Height: 11"
Weight: 8.5 lbs
Appearance: Joker is a Bengal cat with two copies of the ‘Snow’ gene. Therefore, his coat resembles that of a miniature snow leopard. His fur ranges in color from white to different shades of grey, sometimes even holding a light brown hue. He has markings that look like those of wild jungle cats, but shown on the nimble, smaller body of a domestic cat. His tail resembles the pattern of a normal grey tabby, since the leopard-like markings fade off into the normal stripes, and ends in a dark-grey tipped tail. He’s not heavy, bulky, nor ferocious, unlike some of his larger cousins. However, he makes up for it via his personality. His eyes are also as deceiving as his coat colors. They’re a light shade of aquamarine, due to some more of his recessive traits. They can look either green or blue depending on the light they’re shown in, and sometimes just land dead in the middle, leaving you guessing.

(REMINISCING LIKE HELL);

History: Joker’s past life is something that he tends to avoid describing. He was first born in a litter of three; including him, a brother, and a sister. They were born as domestic pets; however, they staged an ‘escape’ one evening when they wanted to venture out and see what the world was like. Little did they know that they’d lose their way in the large city, and never find their way back. Luckily, the family went together as one. They ventured their way down a few alleys, and soon, the unknown scents began to almost hypnotize them into forgetting where they’d come from.
There was no going back to the pet life—they were here to stay, unless by some miracle, the humans found them and took them back. But that never happened, once the human virus killed off most of them, there was a certain end to any hopes of returning to the charmed life. They quickly had to adapt or give into the harsh city environment. They survived the first few months just fine. However, both his mother and brother met their end at the hands of a pack of feral dogs. Joker had always been a fan of high altitudes, and therefore tended to remain on top of fences and murals, therefore out of harm’s way; and his sister was equally attentive to heights, therefore she usually remained by fire escapes. However, his mother and brother were slightly different. They liked being down to earth, and looking up at the vast world that stood around them. That would lead to their demise one afternoon.
After the incident, Joker was never quite the same. Some might have said that the inner light within him dulled, and others say it went out altogether. Long story short, ever since then, he’s wandered the city aimlessly—just doing what it takes to get by, help out fellow felines, and nothing more.
He lost contact with his sister soon after as well, because she grew disgusted with how he could change so drastically, so fast. Therefore, they simply lost communication with each other. So now he braves the streets alone; not a friend on his side, but far too many foes to count.
Major turning points in life:
* When him & his family ventured out and got lost in Hexasol.
* When his mother and brother were killed by a pack of feral dogs.

[rayne]

(THE SMALLER FEATURES);

Character name: Orion
Age: 11 years old
Gender: Male
Animal: Canine
Breed/s: Old English Mastiff
Pack: Tempest Pack

(I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST);

Personality: Orion has the typical personality of an army of police veteran. He has a cold aura about him that tends to give people the impression that he's always distant, off in his own little world. Which, he is. Most things bring back a feeling of nostalgia, and his mind tends to wander back and dwell in the depths of his memories, sometimes causing him to space out altogether. He's not a very talkative fellow, despite the yearning pup inside him that wants to go off and make friends like he once used to. His instincts tell him to do something, but his trained mind has him to the opposite.
He has an apathetic expression almost permanently set on his face, causing him to be widely misunderstood. It's not that he doesn't care--it's that he's lost everyone that he's ever trully cared about. Though this dog has the determination of a bull, he finally threw in the reigns when it came to making good friends. He's found the only thing in life that you can promise is to die, and that sooner or later it happens to everything. A friendship, a love, an argument, and life. Everything dies. This realization did not come easy to him, and neither did accepting it. But he finally succumbed to the grasp of what's otherwise known as reality..
Three strengths:
*Inner drive. He has a lot of it..a force to be reckoned with when he puts his mind to something.
*He's huge. What kind of animal would take the shot to mess with a dog as large as him?
*His training. It never faded, despite the years that have put their fair share of wear on him. His nose, ears, and attack training have never failed him.
Three weaknesses:
*Not a people person. He's more of the 'me against the world' kind of guy..though he knows that he could use some good friends again.
*Cold disposition. He seems distant, as if he's always somewhere off in his mind, stuck in nostalgia. Which, he usually is.
*Egotistic at times. He's good, and he knows it. Despite his old age, at which most dogs become humble, he refuses to cave in..and he makes sure its known. He tends to come off as self centered..

(LOOKIN' AT MY REFLECTION);

Height: 34 inches
Weight: 200 lbs
Appearance: Orion is a ridiculously large dog, as is expected of the breed. Most of his fur is a light brown color with yellow undertones, giving off the same amber gleam that an autumn leaf might hold. He's a stocky dog, build for endurance in all ways that are possible. His body was once a well oiled machine, and though time has taken it's toll on his mind, he refuses to let it take grasp of his health as well. He has large, muscular legs to support his large stature, and a grand head that sits atop it all with a look of stone plastered onto it. His nose, snout, and most of his face is dipped in black fur, which also surrounds his eyes and his underjaw. His ears are floppy and large, covered in dark brown fur that turns black on the undersides and towards the tips. His chest and underbelly are a light shade of amber, leaning towards beige and white in several areas. His tail is dipped in scattered dark brown hairs, causing a gradient effect as it turns from gold to brown.
Overall, the dog is comparable to armor on legs. His coat is short, laying only seeral layers of protective fur over his skin.

(REMINISCING LIKE HELL);

History: Orion has had a very long life, full of drama and obstacles which he's been forced to overcome as time passes. Truth be told, he never really got over anything, he just learned to suck it up and take life as it came to him. He was born in a litter of four pups, to a dam who belonged to a well known breeder of the large breed. That being said, there was never a moment in time when it was quiet. There was always fun to be had, always toys to chew, and always somebody to cuddle and play with. However, the happy days didn't last too long past his infancy. As soon as he was weaned and given his necessary shots, he was up for sale--and it didn't take long before somebody took interest in the young lad and his brothers and sisters.
He was bought by the FBI's K9 department, and therefore began his training soon after. It was a shocking change from pillows and tug-of-war fights. Soon he was taught how to sniff out substances, and follow the faintest scents over long distances. They trained him so much that he swore he remembered the lessons more than he remembered how to operate the necessary muscles to eat his dinner. Shortly after his training, he was separated from his siblings as they were sent to departments in several places. Orion's department was in Hexasol city. Soon it was time for him to be chosen by one of the human agents. He went from person to person, but none could find himself able to handle the fiery energy of the large dog. That is, until he finally met his match in energy and drive. Him and his new human companion bonded quite well, and they were a force to be reckoned with for many years. Wherever one went, the other followed soon after. But just like his youth, all good things must come to an end--and the end of their friendship was decided when a drug deal gone bad cost him the life of his partner. From there on, some may have said something died within him. The next person to pick up the slack and take him on as a partner was a nice person, but he did not stick around for long. As time passed on, the agents who were willing to give the old dog a shot dwindled, and the time frames grew shorter and shorter. His eagerness to form bonding friendships slowed, soon turning him into nothing more than a has-been, a dog whose entire life slipped through the cracks of human society.
When the virus took hold, everyone was in a wreck. His canine colleagues suffered greatly in the same way he had, as each of their partners withered and faded. But with the extinction, came liberation--and they were all set free into a new world. An era without leashes and halters, a world without fences that bound them. It was an experience that seemed to spark up the old dog's inner drive yet again--but, will it go to waste?
Major turning points in life:
*When he was taken from his mother and started the training process
*When his human companion was shot in combat
*When the human species died out

[/size]

[rayne]

(THE SMALLER FEATURES);

Character name: Jade
Age: 3 years old
Gender: Female
Animal: Feline
Breed/s: Geoffroy's Cat
Pack: None right now

(I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST);

Personality: Jade is the typical cat. She has a calculative mind, and therefore uses her cunning and her agility to get her ahead in life. She knows hardly any boundaries to be tied by, and therefore has always found herself to be more of the loner type. She goes where she wants, whether the land belongs to an unwelcoming pack or pride or not. She lacks the emotion to care. Besides, she stirs up little to no trouble while she's there anyways. A habit of hers is to think before fully carrying something out. She resists making hasty decisions too quickly, and therefore tends to stall to give herself enough time to think about whether or not certain things might be bad to do.
She's rather reserved, having found that talking can either make you or ruin you. Therefore, she just stays quiet. Quiet never hurt anybody--the most you get labeled is shy and antisocial at times. You save yourself a lot of drama that way, and perhaps you might get to keep your tongue since it won't offend anyone. She takes as long time to build trust with anyone. In fact, the only person in her life that she's trusted was her mother when she was a kitten. Since then, she's trusted no one but herself--which, surprisingly, has been the driving force behind her survival. She trusts only where her own mind takes her, instead of following into traps with spies and 'friends'..
Three strengths:
`Brave - knows no boundaries to be tied by, and fears hardly a thing.
`Smart - very calculative mind, works different plans out in her head first.
`Looks before leaping - always thinks of the consequences first before taking the action.
Three weaknesses:
`Reserved - she's not very outgoing.
`Always walks in at the wrong place, at the wrong time - she has a knack for bad timing.
`Untrusting - hardly finds anyone she can trully trust, therefore she's loyal to none but herself.

(LOOKIN' AT MY REFLECTION);

Height: 10 inches at shoulder
Weight: 15 lbs
Appearance: Jade is a beige cat with dark brown markings. Or a dark brown cat with beige markings. You do the judging. Her fur consists of varying shades of beige and white, ranging to light brown, dark brown, and black in some areas of her body. She has a soft white muzzle, which is decorated by stripes towards the side. Her eyes are bordered by a shade of light brown, which then fades off into a darker shade. She has strange markings that resemble that of a bengal cat and a tiger's, causing her to look a bit more feral than intended. Her body build is stocky yet lean due to varying amounts of muscle in different parts of her body. By nature, she's a hunter--therefore she's built for speed, endurance, and agility all in one package. Her teeth are sharp and thick, however she hardly uses them. Her eyes are a deep shade of green, almost comparable to a light emerald of jade--hence the name.

(REMINISCING LIKE HELL);

History: Jade's story is anything but short, though at times it may seem that way. It's the typical run of the mill story in which somebody's relative dies, and in doing so, the family grows distant and separates. However, hers is just a little tweaked. She was born and raised on the banks of the Amazon river, in South America. Life there was far from easy--there was lots of foliage, prey, and predators as well. It was like walking into a death trap--make the right pounce and get a mouse, make the wrong one and risk jumping into a pit, snake, or jaguar. However, she didn't have to brave it alone--and not for very long. Within the first year, her mother and siblings--including her--were captured by humans, and sent to a zoo by Hexasol. Sounds rather loopy--since in South America, she would be considered an average domestic cat. However, her species is seen in different light in other areas of the globe, since it's hardly common.
As of moving to the zoo, everything became..easier. That is, if you could live with constantly being checked for your health and living within walls and a fake habitat. Everything there seemed to slowly dull the life between them. The habitat never changed, not even a leaf. It was the same constant weaher, humidity, and leaves. No prowling animals, no new prey. It got boring really fast.
As a result, the life slowly began to suck out of her mother. She grew depressed, and soon her health began to take a turn for the worst. The vets couldn't do a thing about it, deeming it unpractical to send her back to the wild, and knowing no other remedy. Her mother soon perished. As a result, the family seemed to slowly grow apart. Brothers and sisters began talking less, and it became nothing more than a group of strangers.
Not soon after that, humans died out--which could singlehandedly be the best thing that could have happened to them since being captured. No humans, no zoo. Sadly, the mother hadn't lived long enough to see the end. They quickly left, without hardly looking back.
Once fully situated in the wild, the family began to spread out further, hardly talking for weeks and months at a time until they finally disappeared altogether. Jade's path from there on was extensive, heading through forests, ranches, and cities. Life was far different than the exhibit and the jungle, but it was interesting. Never a dull day anymore. Her trek soon ended her in the city of Hexasol--the busy city with wars and feuds waging amongst the species. Here, she took a spectator spot--watching from the distance in amusement as the two sides give their best attempts to rid the city of the other.
Major turning points in life:
`Getting sent to the zoo
`Her mother getting ill and dying
`Growing distant from her family
`Moving to Hexasol

[/size]

[rayne]

(THE SMALLER FEATURES);

Character name: Leila
Age: 2 years old
Gender: Female
Animal: Canine
Breed/s: Red Fox
Pack: None yet.


(I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST);

Personality: Leila is known for her troubling ways. She likes the taste of danger; she loves the scent of thrill. Some say she might have been dropped on her head when she was a pup—but, that’s a side story that we might never truly understand. It’s in her nature to stir up trouble wherever she goes—there are no real ‘thinking processes’ involved; there’s no constant plotting or constant thinking, she just does it. She just goes places, and things happen. Perhaps it’s where she lays her paws down, or where she looks or whom she talks to. It’s just almost expected that upon her arrival, trouble is soon to follow.
Some call it the typical fox personality, and she doesn’t mind one bit. She likes causing trouble and disappearing. She likes dropping in out of nowhere, pissing people off and leaving—just so she can laugh from the distance at how easily they get their panties in a knot. She cares not where she goes, nor who she messes with. She’s known to offer her services to others, requiring little in return—just the name and location or where she may find the victim which she shall annoy.
However, despite being a low maintenance hell-raiser, she does have a deeper side. Little people have seen it—and heck, it even surprises her when it arises. Only people she ever cared much about were her mother and her siblings—and that was only until they went their separate ways. Some people may say she simply seeks thrill to recompense for something else, and she laughs in their face. What could they possibly mean? Recompense for what? Nothing’s wrong with her. Nope, nothing at all, nothing at all..
Three strengths:
`Elusive—she’s been known to be present one day and completely gone, with no trace, the next.
`Doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve—though this might seem like a ‘con’ to her more than a ‘pro’, it helps her get through a lot, such as leaving people behind when the time has come to part.
`Needs very little to be happy—if she’s got dinner, water, and an area to sleep, the girl is happy. She requires little to no maintenance and seeks little luxury out of life—though she is known for ‘ooh-ing and ahh-ing’ at shiny things such as the jewels the humans left behind.
Three weaknesses:
`Emotionally distant—nobody seems to know why, but she hardly lets anyone in as more than just a friend. She trusts no one and keeps to herself—in her mind, she’s better off this way.
`Small—while she may not be the size of a Chihuahua, she’s still only a fox. Sometimes she picks on things that are far larger than her.
`Annoying at times—let’s just throw this one out there. She’s got an addiction to thrill and any trouble she can get her hands on, which thus makes her a handful.
(LOOKIN' AT MY REFLECTION);

Height: 15 inches.
Weight: 10 lbs.
Appearance: Though not a large canine by any means, she tends to make up for it with her swiftness. She’s only a bit taller than 1 ¼ feet, and her weight compared to that is still relatively light. Her fur is long, wispy, and soft—which is a bit varied to some of the rougher fur that her species tends to have at times. Her fur is a light shade of amber, with red undertones. Her ears are dipped in dark brown and so are her paws and the tip of her tail. Though she may not look like much of an athlete and look more like, say, a fox that used to live in the comfortable surroundings of a zoo, she’s far from it. Under her coat are masked several webs of muscles that interlock to form a rather agile and flexible composition. Her eyes—though usually hidden behind narrowed eyelids in a smirk—are a shade of light, light brown. Some say they look like two pools of chocolate and gold when fully exposed under light. `They say the eyes are the window to the soul, right?

(REMINISCING LIKE HELL);

History: Troublemaker, troublemaker—is there a law you do abide by? Because from where I stand, you always have an alibi.
Leila was born to a small litter of three fox pups—to a very warm, welcoming mother. Well, at least she seemed like it. Little did the pups know she was secretly somewhat of a teasing slut who never sticks around much—but no, the pups never saw that side of her until they naturally parted at seven months old. The beginning stages of her life were full of love, full of fun, full of anything that breeds those with golden hearts. And that’s how Leila started out as well. She was full of love and full of joy—she was always playing tricks on her siblings and her mother as well. Never mind her father Enrique—though her mother told them stories of how he’d been one of the most talked about foxes in history, she’d never met him. Therefore, she cared not whether or not they crossed paths, and didn’t even care if she was related to him. However, just because you don’t care for something doesn’t mean you can deny it.
The troublemaker genes were exhibited the most strongly in her, despite the fact her two brothers could most likely give her a run for her money in play-fights. That didn’t wreck her spirit, though. No, there wasn’t a single thing in the world that could wreck the young girl’s spirit.
When the time came to leave the den and set off in the world, she was the last to go—not because she didn’t mind the new freedom, but because she’d grown fond of her mother’s constant bickering when she pulled the wool over her eyes. However, the time came and there was nothing she could do about it—they had to part their separate ways and continue up the grand stairwell of life.
Soon after leaving and setting off on her journey, she crossed paths with another canine—a German Shepherd. Though in the prior times of humans, the two canines would have most likely been enemies—this post virus world which she was born into held large opportunities for the two. Both were young and energetic, and both held interest for playing pranks and having fun where they may. They continued on their way for about six months—until something very strange happened. The shepherd had been taunting another dog when the dog had randomly grown sick of jokes and bit him—and though it had no instant effects, within a few days he started to grow ill. His energy diminished and sometimes he would have discharge from his eyes and throat. The poor dog also grew irritable—and this worried Leila a lot. Her mother had warned of such a thing—a sudden change in personality, followed by death soon after. She’d warned to stay away from any creature that fell ill in such a way—so she did. She would have stayed, if it had not been for the dog randomly lunging in her direction and causing her to speed off without a second’s thought. She never returned—her best guess about the dog was that the disease had taken his life. For the first month after, she had quite a bit of problems accepting the fact that there was no going back. However, life soon dealt her some pity and allowed her personality to grow a mask—a defense mechanism, if you will.
Since then, the fox had never truly been the same. Though the troublemaker gleam and the lust for thrill still remains, she’s a less personable character. Whereas once upon a time she would have played tricks and still sought out friendship, now she just plays tricks and seeks nothing—perhaps an enemy or two, but she’s learned quite a lesson.
Major turning points in life:
`Leaving the den
`When her canine friend fell ill to rabies

[rayne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/1gq98j.png] "" - (THE SMALLER FEATURES); Character name: Satin Age: 1 year, 4 months Gender: Male Animal: Canine Breed/s: Golden Retriever Pack: -- (I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST); Personality: Satin is the older of the two siblings. Therefore, he practically has the 'leader' mentality engraved into his subconscious mind. He's bold and daring--and hardly passes up a chance to mess with a kitten or anything big and mighty that comes his way. Without thinking twice. & That, my friends, is what sets him up perfectly to get into situations that he wished he'd never gotten himself into. He likes exploring, and finds himself often wandering off away from his guardian and his sister to taste the air for himself. He doesn't like being told what to do, and any authority figure leaves a bad taste in his mouth. He tends to do exactly the opposite of what he's told, whether it's just subconsciously or if he does it on purpose. He has trouble sleeping, and finds the thought of the action rather pointless. Why sleep? Why drift into a coma-like state with dreams when you could be out in the world, exploring it--tasting the tastes, smelling the scents, and filling your mind up with real sights? Not to mention all the shenanigans to cause, all the tricks to play, all the toys to find and all the mischief to be had. Due to his hate of resting and sleeping, he is usually a bit tired--and therefore when his body can take no more, he's known to pass out and drift into deep sleeps that leave everyone around him wondering whether he killed himself by exhaustion or not. Three strengths: `Daring ` "Fearless" `Determined Three weaknesses: `Doesn't understand the word 'No' `Doesn't exactly appreciate authority `Known to get himself in bad situations (LOOKIN' AT MY REFLECTION); Height: 23 inches Weight: 70 lbs Appearance: Every single fur and hair strand of Satin's body is black. Well, sort of. On certain parts of his body, the black fur has golden or brown undertones--but that's a bit hard to see. His eyes are a bright brown, and they tend to light up in a metallic way whenever the sun sheds some light on them. He's still a puppy for the moment, therefore his body is stocky and he hasn't had the chance to grow and see whether he will be a bit slinkier and leaner when he's older, or if he'll be big and muscled. However, from the build up of his body as of now, he consists of a lot of muscle and lean body mass--though his puppy fat and lots of fur cover him to make him look like a regular pup. His fur is long, and his coat still has a faint layer of the infant fluffiness that most puppies have. His teeth are bright and white, with sharp edges that haven't yet dulled due to the biting and gnawing that usually wears down the points. (REMINISCING LIKE HELL); History: Satin was born in a litter of only two pups, to a five year old retriever. The father was long gone when they were born, so Satin & his sister Silk never got the chance to meet him. They hardly had a chance to get aquainted with their mother as well. The two pups were of a strange variety--instead of being the normal color of Golden Retrievers, which both of the parents had been, they'd been born with mutations in their tones that caused Satin's fur to be black, and Silk's fur to be white as snow. The mother was quite surprised by this, and therefore she named the two puppies accordingly--brother & sister, black & white. The mom looked after the two closely, and made sure they never went a day without a nice nap and some food to keep the three going. She had to fend for herself in the new world without humans, and such a thing wasn't easy with all the bandits that now roamed the street. One day, the trio wandered into the wrong territory. Well, the territory hadn't been marked--there was no scent to it. Yet, it did belong to someone. A tiger. While the pups were told to wait by the end of an alley, the mother made a daring entrance into the shadows of the area. Though they had wandered in at day, and the sun was practically up at it's highest point in the sky--it was still the wrong territory. The mother had been in the process of hunting down a few rodents when a striped blur seemed to lunge out from behind one of the dumpsters and took the retriever down. The 'fight' that followed wasn't a pretty one--and the pups were left to watch. However, after the tiger had fed his hunger, he had little interest for two appetizers--in fact, he'd hardly noticed the cowering pups, and so he just continued on his way. The siblings were left alone on that point, and they didn't make haste when they took off from there--exiting the territory as soon as possible. They spent a few days or more like that, staying close to water resources and scouting out the remains of what others had eaten, and sometimes pleading other dogs to catch them dinner if they could spare the time. However, their requests didn't go unanswered--for eventually, they crossed paths with a female who would eventually become their guardian. Since then, they tend to wander everywhere with her, though they do have a habit of running off every now and then. Major turning points in life: ` Death of his mom ` Introduction to Hexasol and the packs/prides.

[/color][/size][/justify][/td][/tr][/table]

[center][table][tr][td][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][img]http://i54.tinypic.com/2iut5wi.png[/img][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/1gq98j.png][blockquote][justify][size=1][color=8c523d][b][color=c3967c]""[/color][/b]
[i][color=9b5146]-[/color][/i]


[/blockquote][/color][/size][/justify][/td][/tr][/table][/center][/center]

[rayne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/2cega5y.png] "" - (THE SMALLER FEATURES); Character name: Silk Age: 1 year, 4 months Gender: Female Animal: Canine Breed/s: Golden Retriever Pack: -- (I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST); Personality: Silk is the sweeter one of the two siblings. Compared to her brother Satin, she's quite a doll. She loves to play around and have fun, and rarely passes up the chance to just roll around and relax. Her personality's on the kind side, and she has a tendency to help anything that might need it--whether it stands on 1 leg, two, three, four, whatever it is. If it's a rock in need of help, Silk will be there with mud to cover and close any of its cracks and injuries. However, despite her inclination to help things, she has a phobia of blood. She cannot stand to look at it for more than a few seconds before the panic kicks in--whether it's her blood or anyone else's. She absolutely hates even the mere thought of it. She wasn't necessarily born with this fear, she developed it after several incidents involving her mother and brother. Since then, she's never really looked at blood in the same way. Despite her panic attacks, she's quite a calm dog. She likes to roll around and lay in the sun, or just lay stretched out and drift into a dream world. Yes, she's a dreamer. Reality leaves a bad taste in her mouth--why put up with it when you can lay and drift off into a world of your own creation? She fails to see what's so special about the ongoing war, and she'd much rather stay away from it all. She's perfectly content with a flower, some grass, and the sun. Yet, all of her personality sets her up to fail when it comes to her brother. Her brother is the exact opposite of her--and he uses it to his advantage to bug his dear little sister--little as in, younger by a few minutes. And he never lets her live it down. She's usually forced to go along on his escapades, tagging along to make sure he doesn't get himself into a mess he cant run away from. Despite her obligation to tag along, she's easily frightened by the things her brother usually drags himself into--and she doesn't pass up the chance to give him a lecture on the way back home. Three strengths: `Quick learner `Kind `Loyal Three weaknesses: `Pushover `Unwilling to take risks `Easily frightened (LOOKIN' AT MY REFLECTION); Height: 20 inches Weight: 65 lbs Appearance: For the most part, Silk's fur is entirely white. Unlike her brother, she doesn't have the golden undertones that usually occur in Golden Retrievers. The two got mutated genes when it came to their fur colors, which altered the way that they'd both look--drastically. Instead of being golden or sandy-colored, his fur is entirely black, and hers is white as snow. The two were quite a surprise for their mother. Her eyes are a soft tone of hazel, with shades of light brown and several highlights throughout them, giving a faint kaleidescope effect that is typical of hazel eyes. Despite being a completely white dog, she's not albino--which means that her nose, pawpads, and the rims of her eyes are black. For the moment, since she's still a puppy, she's a bit stocky and has loads of fur and puppy fluff still on her. However, she'squite agile--which comes from the many times she's had to chase down her brother when he bugs her, or from running away from him as well. (REMINISCING LIKE HELL); History: Silk was born in a litter of only two pups, to a five year old retriever. The father was long gone when they were born, so Silk & her brother Satin never got the chance to meet him. They hardly had a chance to get aquainted with their mother as well. The two pups were of a strange variety--instead of being the normal color of Golden Retrievers, which both of the parents had been, they'd been born with mutations in their tones that caused Satin's fur to be black, and Silk's fur to be white as snow. The mother was quite surprised by this, and therefore she named the two puppies accordingly--brother & sister, black & white. The mom looked after the two closely, and made sure they never went a day without a nice nap and some food to keep the three going. She had to fend for herself in the new world without humans, and such a thing wasn't easy with all the bandits that now roamed the street. One day, the trio wandered into the wrong territory. Well, the territory hadn't been marked--there was no scent to it. Yet, it did belong to someone. A tiger. While the pups were told to wait by the end of an alley, the mother made a daring entrance into the shadows of the area. Though they had wandered in at day, and the sun was practically up at it's highest point in the sky--it was still the wrong territory. The mother had been in the process of hunting down a few rodents when a striped blur seemed to lunge out from behind one of the dumpsters and took the retriever down. The 'fight' that followed wasn't a pretty one--and the pups were left to watch. However, after the tiger had fed his hunger, he had little interest for two appetizers--in fact, he'd hardly noticed the cowering pups, and so he just continued on his way. The siblings were left alone on that point, and they didn't make haste when they took off from there--exiting the territory as soon as possible. They spent a few days or more like that, staying close to water resources and scouting out the remains of what others had eaten, and sometimes pleading other dogs to catch them dinner if they could spare the time. However, their requests didn't go unanswered--for eventually, they crossed paths with a female who would eventually become their guardian. Since then, they tend to wander everywhere with her, though they do have a habit of running off every now and then. Major turning points in life: ` Death of her mom ` Introduction to some of the prides/packs of Hexasol

[/color][/size][/justify][/td][/tr][/table]

[center][table][tr][td][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][img]http://i53.tinypic.com/52o1uw.png[/img][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/2cega5y.png][blockquote][justify][size=1][color=431e16]

[b][color=ffffff]""[/color][/b]
[i][color=e2c3b4]-[/color][/i]

[/blockquote][/color][/size][/justify][/td][/tr][/table][/center][/center]

[rayne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/biv4i0.jpg] "" - (THE SMALLER FEATURES); Character name: Stella Age: 1 year old Gender: Female Animal: Canine Breed/s: Australian Shepherd x Timber Wolf Pack: Lexis Tribe Is image of your character free to use?: xD I think so -pokes Pic- (I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST); Personality: Stella is just a puppy for the moment – she’s a small, fluffy burrito that whimpers, squeaks, and bounces around without much reasoning. However, most puppies’ adult personalities do start to show when they’re developing. Due to this, most of Stella’s characteristics can shine through – and in many of them, she takes after her father. Stella’s brutally honest – she’ll give her opinions on just about anything, and will defend them, often starting deep arguments and debates about things she doesn’t even know well. However, that doesn’t stop her from getting her point acknowledged. She’ll say her true opinions on just about anything, and won’t make up a lie to please anyone’s ears. That being said, she gets in a lotof trouble due to remarks that certainly aren’t on the nice side. She’s athletic for a puppy, and this trait will continue to manifest itself as she grows older into an adult. For the moment, she bounces around and runs and leaps endlessly, being constantly compared to an endless battery. Due to all of the energy that she possesses, some of it is spent in ways that most people would disapprove of. Stella absolutely loves fighting – she can often be found in a play-fight with her siblings, or picking real fights every now and then if she believes she’s been wronged. Her temper burns red hot and breaks loose easily, and though she still sees the world as a big confusing mass of information, she doesn’t hesitate to fight whatever she thinks is wrong. Tearing from that onto another tangent of her personality is the lengths she will go to protect someone – she doesn’t think of the consequences in this scenario. When it comes to protecting something dear to her, or just something she’s been told to protect, she’ll take her chances and blindly immerse herself in dangerous situations. Despite all the opinionated, bold, and aggressive sides of her personality – this pup does indeed have soft spot. Once you get on her good side to the point where she deems you as a friend, you can guarantee you’ll be there for life unless something drastic occurs. Stella’s commonly known amongst her siblings for having two carefully separated sides – the fighter and the pushover. She’s a total pushover for those she’s close to, she hardly sees if her loyalty’s being taken advantage of in this scenario. Three strengths: - Looks before leaping - Honest - Athletic Three weaknesses: - Easily angered - Reckless - Protective to the point of mindless risk-taking (LOOKIN' AT MY REFLECTION); Height: 24 inches Weight: 60 pounds Appearance: Stella's coat is predominantly grey, with some highlights of white such as on her snout, chest, and some areas of her forehead. She's an Australian Shepherd and Timber Wolf mix, therefore her size when she grows up will be somewhat relative to a shepherd size, though a bit larger. Her fur is somewhat on the softer side, like her mother's. Her ears are somewhat perked, and somewhat floppy from the mid-section and up towards the tip. Her eyes are a deep shade of brown, with small highlights of a lighter shade of brown spread throughout it to lighten the overall hue. (REMINISCING LIKE HELL); History: In progess. Major turning points in life: In progress.

[/color][/size][/justify][/td][/tr][/table]

[center][table][tr][td][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][img]http://i56.tinypic.com/258csva.png[/img][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/biv4i0.jpg][blockquote][justify][size=1][color=cfcccc]
[b][color=ffffff]""[/color][/b]
[i][color=b57373]-[/color][/i]


[/blockquote][/color][/size][/justify][/td][/tr][/table][/center][/center]

[rayne]

(THE SMALLER FEATURES);

Character name: Vendetta
Age: 4 years old
Gender: Female
Animal: Feline
Breed/s: White Siberian Tiger
Pack: Iris Pride
Is image of your character free to use?: yes (:

(I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST);

Personality: This tigress is anything but dull. She has several qualities to her personality that sometimes contradict. In fact, it wouldn’t be surprising if someone created the science to split her in two.

She’s kind and accepting. Whether you have four legs or two, she’ll still see you as any other creature – she doesn’t discriminate. Heck, sometimes she might even get along with canines if the time’s right. Despite the vixen’s notoriously hot head, she’s cautious when she’s under pressure or under strict orders.

In any other situation, her blood’s known to boil over. Vendetta absolutely cannot stand a job that’s not well done. She’s known for low, looming growls that occur whenever she’s displeased with the work someone did.

When she starts something, she aims to finish it – even if she has to rearrange her entire mind to get it done. She’s far too proud to ask for help – in some situations, she’d rather drop and play dead than to admit defeat. She tries to handle everything, even if somewhere deep inside she knows she can’t. When she has to ask for help, she tends to hesitate and find every single reason or thing that she can do to get by without aid.


Three strengths:
- Strong-willed
- Careful
- Accepting, sometimes even of canines.
Three weaknesses:
- Finds others hard to trust, though she’ll act like she does
- Hot-blooded when it comes to others’ mistakes
- Confidence will be her demise. She tries to handle everything herself. Too proud to ask for help.

(LOOKIN' AT MY REFLECTION);

Height: 45 inches at the shoulders
Weight: 270 lbs
Appearance: Vendetta is a Siberian tiger. She’s rather large compared to some other breeds, but not large to the point of fault. She’s large, though she looms over the ‘lean’ side rather than being just plain stocky. Underneath the female’s soft white fur lurk large muscles with the potential to strike blows strong enough to do serious damage.

The black stripes across her body aren’t pure black, nor are they completely solid. Due to her white fur, the black stripes tends to fade out into soft shades of grey every now and then, depending on where on her body they lie.

She has a black nose, compared to most white tigers’ light pink noses. Her eyes are a pale shade of grey, and the colors change and get a bit darker throughout the iris to create an effect that makes them look deeper than they really are.

On her left shoulder, embedded in the fur, are the faded remains of what appear to be like scars. There are several hidden scars under her stomach as well. The scars run under the fur, since they’ve healed for the most part and fur has grown over them to disguise the souvenirs of a long past.

(REMINISCING LIKE HELL);

History: Many moons ago, some say the sky had parted. Some say the planets lined up, and that winter embodied its chilly breath in the body of a tiger. Yet others, they disagree – the world did not line up, the stars did not shine, and the story was nothing more than the doing of simple genetics.
Regardless of which story is true, it did come to be that to a pair of two orange tigers was born a litter of four. One of those cubs – their fur was white as snow, streaked with the soft, blurred stripes of a tiger.
Back then, humans were in turmoil with their newly stricken disease – but it had not reached the point of annihilation yet. They were still very much alive. Though anxious and rabid over how to survive the newly released virus, their priorities still remained. Save the big cats. Whether or not they did more damage than what they fixed is entirely up to opinion – but they did indeed rip at the foundation of Vendetta’s family.
Thankfully, when the humans truck, the tigress was of enough age that she did not rely on her mother. She’d grown and developed, and had even gone out on her first hunt as an adult. However, it was still regular for them to stick together until her siblings had fully matured. The date of their final separation would not come freely at their choice – it would come, yet again, at the hands of men.
Sightings of a wild, white tiger had reached the ears of a local zoo. In order to do what they thought was best, they sought out any free tigers that were residing in the liberty of the vast, neighboring woods. It didn’t take much searching for them to find the previous den where the mother and the four cubs had been raised. They set up several humane traps, and waited – simply lurking in the bushes. One tiger down, then came another. Fool me once, shame on you – fool me twice, shame on me. They would not, under any circumstances, fool the remainders of the family yet again. From that point on, they were forced to go their separate ways. The woods were not safe for them anymore, especially not with the humans seeking to ‘help’ them.
The tigress, her mother, and brother were split up just as they’d come together – in the dead of night.

From that point on, Vendetta was thrust into full solitary mode – like any normal adult tiger. She began to venture anywhere her heart desired, following the trends regarding when and where there was easy food available, and where there was a safe place to sleep. It was on one such hunt that she met a fellow feline. The animal was a large, male leopard – though of course, just as young as her when it came to matters of life and experience. Though big cats are typically solitary animals, those two began to encounter each other more frequently because they shared hunting territories. Before much time had passed, the two had become good friends. They took many naps in the morning and noon, just lounging about on old dilapidated steps to abandoned houses.
It wasn’t much longer after that that the jaguar wanted something else, though. As a typical male, he was unwilling to put forth time and effort and receive nothing but a pat on the head and a few kind words in return. And so, he became more forceful in getting his point across – he wanted fun. Sure, there were other cats around, but that meant he’d have to put forth even more time and effort to change his direction. Simply put, he wasn’t doing that – so he continued to pursue Vendetta.

The tigress was completely on the other end of the subject with it. She was too young in her eyes, and she didn’t want to risk anything. Whether or not tigers and leopards could breed successfully was entirely up in the air for a scientist to take a shot at it.
She was reluctant to try it. Even if it couldn’t work, she refused. And so, an argument between the two was soon to follow. Between the bickering and the hisses that were exchanged between them, the blows and swipes were soon to follow. He claimed he’d never hit her, she claimed she’d never take another feline’s life. Both promises were broken on that night.

Faced with the death of what had previously been a good friend, the tigress wanted anything but to stay in the same territory – therefore, she fled. She ran, walked, and crawled along until the pads on her paws had become raw from the concrete that she’d ventured on for days. That was how the found Hexasol.

Faced with large opportunities in a new city, the female began exploring the new streets of what would become her home – a concrete jungle. She wandered and wandered, sticking mostly to the altitudes of the roofs and fire escapes. As long as she wasn’t on the ground, she couldn’t run into the canines whose reputations had been rumored over and over again. As long as she was above the ground, she was safe. However, she never accounted for the fact that, with the disappearance of humans, the iron and metal of fire escapes would rust, crack, and break.

Under the pressure of the rattling autumn wind, the winding metal of the fire escape gave to the weight of the tigress, and sent several floors – as well as the feline – falling to the ground. She survived the initial fall, landing harshly among the bits and pieces of metal that had fallen. She’d hardly had enough time to recover from the daze that’d taken over before the dogs came. The loud sounds had alerted them – and they were not at all pleased to find a cat in their territory. Specifically, they were not pleased to find such a large cat – had it been a normal domestic cat, perhaps they would have viewed her as hardly a threat, and brushed it off as an accident. However, even with the wreckage of the fire escape before them to prove it was an accident, they attacked to protect. The battle ensued, but Vendetta didn’t stick around for long. She wasn’t going to simply sit there and fight for hours after having fallen a good 15 feet – therefore, she ran. She ran and ran until crossing over into the Iris pride territory. She would have kept running, but the dogs stopped their pursuit at the boundary.
It wasn’t too long before she was confronted by the faithful guards – the reason the dogs had stopped. From that day on, Vendetta swore her allegiance to Florence and the army whose blood boiled behind her.

Major turning points in life:

- Separation from her family
- The fight that led to the death of her first crush
- Falling off a fire escape in canine territory
- Joining the Iris Pride

[rayne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]

[atrb=background,http://i615.photobucket.com/albums/tt231/BabyBlueKillah/Clothes/RPCS/908a16f9.png] "" (THE SMALLER FEATURES); Character name: Dante Age: Three Years Old Gender: Male Animal: Canine Breed/s: Rottweiler Pack: The Lexis Tribe Link to website of your photo/s: Flickr (I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST); Personality: Dante is an explorer and adventurer at heart, and always has been since he was a puppy. He'll always be looking to the horizon or into the woodlands, itching for his next chance to get out there and explore. Despite the given sterotype, Dante is the last dog you'd see lunging at someones throats. Fighting simply didn't (and never has) come into his life, though thats not to say he doesn't know how, or wouldn't if he was forced. Its simply not something he does for kicks. Dante is also a believer in many things paranormal, from spirits to Sasquatch (that he has had personal experience in seeing and wishes to find it again). While this makes him a great story teller, it also puts him at great risk to those who would ridicule him - then again, it isn't as if this matters to him. All truth be told, Dante doesn't dislike anyone at first meeting. He's very open like that; a reason why he chose to join the clan that supported Canines and Felines working together - he dislikes the idea of erasing one or the other from existance, and sees no reason to do so. In every animal there is some good, no matter how small, and he chooses to see that. Three strengths: His open imagination, Stamina and unwillingness to start a fight. Three weaknesses: His unwillingness to start a fight, his sometimes child like dreams and the fact he can be mislead by people pretending to be nice. (LOOKIN' AT MY REFLECTION); Height: 26 Inches Weight: 58 KG Appearance: Though at first you might be intimidated by Dante, you have little reason to be. Sure he's squat and powerful, but he's not one to show this off. You'd probably find more fight in blade of grass than this dog. His 'eyebrows' are a brown colour, as are the two identical markings on his chest and hind legs that could almost be considered a stroke of pure luck. His eyes are a passive hazel that eminates warmth and friendlyness. Though he is a rather large dog, this also belies that he can keep up a steady jog for hours and not get tired; he has strong powerful legs built up from when he was a puppy up in the mountains with his master, hunting. (REMINISCING LIKE HELL); History: Dante has always been a working dog from the day he was born. His master at the time was a loner up in the mountains, a kind middle aged man who treated his dogs like royalty. Dante would frequently travel with him down into town to get supplies or out further into the mountains for extended camping trips. His master, though he had taught the Rottweiler to attack if he had to, never trained him to be overtly agressive to animals unless it was needed. It was on one of these hunting trips that his Master told him of a group of ape-like creatures who apparently made this mountain range their home - Sasquatches, they where told. The young adult was enraptured by these stories and frequently tried to find some - and at one point, he did. He saw one of the ape men drinking from a stream, and when it noticed him it fled back into the thick brush. Sadly, when Dante returned late that evening for his supper, he found his master dead of the virus. He stayed with his corpse for several days before he realised he was not to wake up; and so he made his way down into town once more and it was here he would settle down in the tribe - but he would always come back to search for these creatures. Major turning points in life: - Seeing a Sasquatch - His Master dying - Joining the tribe.

[center][table][tr][td][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][img]http://i615.photobucket.com/albums/tt231/BabyBlueKillah/Clothes/RPCS/908a16f9.png[/img][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=background,http://i615.photobucket.com/albums/tt231/BabyBlueKillah/Clothes/RPCS/908a16f9.png][color=34514c][size=1] [color=white][b]""[/b][/color]

[/size][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td][img]http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/dantebottom.png[/img][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[rayne]

As of September 14th, 2011, I decided to trim the hedges a little. A few of my characters have left the city, for the sole reason that I couldn't find the muse to RP them all anymore, though I still love them. They'll come back one day. <3

Character Name: Jade
Character Bio: link
Reason for Leaving: Went in search of a better/non-violent future

Character Name: Joker
Character Bio: Joker
Reason for Leaving: Got sick of crazy weather XD

Character Name: Satin
Character Bio: link
Reason for Leaving: Was too curious to stay in one place all his life; left in search of adventure.

Character Name: Silk
Character Bio: link
Reason for Leaving: Followed her brother (Satin) He needs someone to look out for him, or he'll run himself right into the mouth of a bear. x3

Character Name: Leila
Character Bio: link
Reason for Leaving: She was late. Very late. FOR A VERY IMPORTANT DATE! (She just went into the forest one day in search of berries, got sidetracked, and decided to go on a big journey to find the father she never met.)

Character Name: Orion
Character Bio: Orion
Reason for Leaving: He felt Hexasol was too fast-paced for him; the self-loathing, nostalgic FBI dog wanted to feel important again, so he went off to join a rogue band of retired police/military dogs.