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[Alarice]

Quick Information

Name:	Alarice
Age:	3 years old
Birthdate:	June 14
Sex:	female
Breed:	German Shepherd
Pack:	Amani
Mate:	none

Character Summary

Friendly, caring and loving!

Physical

Height 24 inches
Weight 75 pounds
Build tall, muscular

I am a gorgeous dog, if I say so myself. My coat is a ebony color, a luscious shine coating it. My ebony coat is not broken at all, except for my beautiful brown orbs. I am built quite muscular, my legs long and my banner long too. My banner is feathered at the bottom, the black fur making it starkly known. My audits stand tall on my skull, and my snout it medium length. I stand at a height of 24 Inches tall and weigh in at 75 pounds. I am average height and weight, but I am beautiful.

Mental

Likes
Being friendly
Having fun
Being with other dogs

Dislikes
Being rude
Fights
angry dogs

General Personality
Alarice is a very honest dog, she really wants peace all the time. She lives by honesty is the best policy, and if she catches you lying she will call you out on it. The dog is very social, wanting to be within large groups and being within good groups. Alarice loves attention and she really loves when everyone depends on her. The German shepherd is young but she is very wise, knowing when a situation is too bad and she needs to get out of it. She is strong, courageous and loyal. Loyalty is the best thing she has, being loyal to all who earn it. She carries herself in a fearless manner, though her attitude is not a rude one.

Skills
Hunting - She is skilled at hunting, being the Alpha as the pack
Negotiation: Very skilled at Negotiating things, or so she thinks


Habits
Being too nice
Giving too many chances to those who don't deserve it
Getting into other people's business

History

History is one thing Alarice hates to have known about. Humans were one thing she loved, she loved her master more than she likes to admit. Mark, her master, was using her as a guide dog, for he was blind. Alarice was trained young at her facility in the city, and she got a lot of training with groups. The training area was huge, probably anywhere between 50-100 dogs trained at one time. The black german shepherd got out of the training at one year, being the top in her class.
Mark was 18 when he got her, and she fell in love with him. They went on walks, guided by a teacher, teaching him how to trust her completely. Alarice always protected him, and then it happened. They got news of the explosion, poison spreading through the city. Alarice tried to keep him safe, but when the poison broke into their house, she couldn't help him. She had ran outside barking for help, but people were either dead or running for their lives.
Now? Alarice was to join a group of dogs, but she couldn't get any to join. So Alarice claimed some land, and here she sits, hoping someone will come and help her.

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so i had to do a lotta editing just because of all the stuff in the background. so, yeah. xP the colors might be a little off 'cause i'm not used to trying to convey split personalities.

also, you will see coding that appears when you're in preview. do not touch it. <3

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[Alarice]

Quick Information

Name:	Felicity
Age:	3 years old
Birthdate:	June 16
Sex:	female
Breed:	New Guinea Singing Dog
Pack:	Loner
Mate:	none

Character Summary

Shy, Timid, untrusting

Physical

Height  15 inches
Weight   25 pounds
Build   Short and Slender

Felicity is an amazing looking female, the color of her coat a tri-colored mix. This color is a beautiful golden brown, but her coat fades to white on her belly. This is spotty, not a solid color that travels her whole underneath of her body. In spots, this white colors her neck and her chest. A dark ebony black colors her in certain areas, under her nose is the most prominent. This color is speckled into her golden coat, along her spine and back, her tail tipped in this ebony color. Her body stands at 15 inches, average for her breed, and her weight is a normal 25 lbs

Mental

Likes
Being Alone
When dogs are nice
The woods

Dislikes
Being rude
Fighting
Being out of control

General Personality
Felicity is scarred, her past a rough and tough one. How does this affect her personality? She is timid and jumpy. Anything she doesn't know makes her terrified to move even, her body locking up and she freezes. This doesn't mean she won't protect herself, this means that she is a flight before fight dog. If cornered, this sweet and beautiful girl will snap and she will lunge, aiming to scare you before she scars you. This side of her is a secret side, a different personality she was born with. Some call this split personality, but it's just her.



Felicity has another dog within her, one that comes out when threatened. Being rude and malicious, this dog is one to kill before asking questions. Honestly, she will be put in her place, but she will fight until she fears death. This is a dog that gives no warning when she snaps, and she will change on a dime.



Felicity, a calm name, only describes half of the dog you see before you. Half innocent, half a monster, which half will you see when you meet this girl

Skills
Hiding: When push comes to shove, she runs and hides herself 
Being friendly: This is her mast skill, being kind and loving to everyone


Habits
Being too nice
Being taken advantage of
Chewing on sticks

History

Born into a large litter, she was the only girl of 6 puppies born to her mother. Her mother babied her, loving on her forever and she taught Felicity that dogs were to be lead by humans. Their humans were nice people, feeding them, loving them, until they decided to sell her and her brothers. The man who bought her was rough, he wanted her to fight, to be amazing, a killer. Being babied, she remembered her first fight like it was
yesterday.

Thrown into a ring, people shouting and pushing, she was faced with a large German shepherd. It snarled, speaking to her like she was garbage. That dog had almost killed her, but what happened to her? She was tied to a pole outside a house, about fifty other dogs surrounding her on chains. No shelter, she sat shivering through snow and rain, her owner not worried because he was mad she lost. Losing meant no dinner that night, which was bad.

This makes her timid, scared, emotional, distrusting, and fearful.

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so i had to do a lotta editing just because of all the stuff in the background. so, yeah. xP the colors might be a little off 'cause i'm not used to trying to convey split personalities.

also, you will see coding that appears when you're in preview. do not touch it. <3

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[Alarice]

Quick Information

Name:	Bastet
Age:	3.5 years
Birthdate:	July 28
Sex:	female
Breed:	Scotch Rough Collie
Pack:	Loner
Mate:	none

Character Summary

Hardheaded, Distrusting, Moody

Physical

Height  22 inches
Weight   45 pounds
Build   Agile and fluffy

Bastet is a smaller rough collie than her brother Anubis by a couple inches. She is a gorgeous sable and white color and has the typical long coat. Bred to herd sheep, she has longer legs and has great bloodlines. Brown eyes often look soft and innocent, but don't ever look past the pain and distrust. Being a stray, her weight has dropped down to about forty five pounds, though she doesn't have any bones showing. She has the typical narrow snout of their breed, her entire head encased in the sable color. She has the typical ring of white around her shoulders and neck, sable running along her back and tail. Three of her four legs are encased in white and her sable color encases her right hind one.

Mental

Likes
Her brother

Dislikes
being bossed around
Herding things                                  Being without her brother    
Fighting                                              Being hit on   

General Personality
So innocent looking, this girl is a whirl of emotions that doesn't even know what she is capable of. To say it lightly, she is very headstrong, never wanting to bow down to anyone since they lost their owner to the disease. Even her sweet brother Anubis can not handle her emotions. She is very rash, not really caring how much trouble she can get in if she gets caught doing things. If you piss her off or mess with her brother? Lord knows she might literally kill you, no joke. Defiance always is in her vocab, no matter what happens, or who is trying to save her, she is defiant. You tell her not to go in the water, she will jump right into the damn water, just to piss you off. Bastet is seriously distrusting, even doubting her brother sometimes. Her emotions are always unstable, making it hard to even have any kind of relations with her.


Skills
Protecting herself: Lord know she don't need no man to protect her, she is a vicious little thing
Getting into trouble: With her hot headedness, she is one to find herself in serious trouble quite often


Habits
Fighting
Pissing people off
Herding things

History

History: Born to a large litter of puppies on a farm, Bastet was one of the few who was allowed to stay with her mother past the first few months of life. One by one, her scruffy brothers and sisters were sold to nearby farms and even to a family in the city. All that was left of the little was young Bastet-and her brother Anubis-and their parents. Or, at least, her father used to be there. He was found dead when the farmer first took the pups out to start their training, and it was assumed that a wolf had gotten to him. How did they know? Her mother noticed that one of the sheep were missing.
The death didn't bother Bastet too much. Or, at least, she didn't let it show. Their training began, long and harsh as her mother provided little comfort during the process, save for a few moments when she caught her laughing as they became distracted and tried playing with the lambs. Life was good for the pups. They figured out what they were doing and became fantastic herding dogs, just like their bloodline. Sure, they couldn't share the moment with their father, but Bastet soon forgot all about the missing canine in her life as she grew older.
But, then a large truck rolled up to the farmhouse. A man in a dark suit came out of the truck, strode up to the door, and knocked. Anubis and Bastet were bringing the sheep back in with the old farmer. The old man was quick to go see what was going on, and his old wife ran into his arms, sobbing. They were being evicted. The reason? Because everyone else was. Bastet didn't know all the details, but, when they woke up the next morning to take the sheep out, the farmer and his wife were nowhere to be seen. They had left the sheep, the chickens, the old mule, and their three herding dogs. Her mother tried to remain optimistic, claiming that they would come back and that they had to keep the farm running smoothly until then.
How wrong they were. They tried mimicking what the old man would do. They tore into the chicken feed and dragging it out for the hens, but they soon ran out of feed. They took the sheep out to the pasture, one of the few things they knew for certain what they had to do. It was the only job they could successfully do without fail. The sheep would eat the grass, drink from the pond, and all they had to do was keep them together and protect them. They didn't know what to do with the mule, so they tried taking it with them when they herded the sheep. The stubborn thing wouldn't budge, nearly clocked her mother with one of its hooves, and ended up taking off once there was a chance.
They were also hungry. They had long since run out of dry dog food. It was Bastet who snapped first after one afternoon of watching the chickens 'taunt her'. She grabbed one up by the neck, breaking it with ease, and began digging into the hen's flesh. Anubis was appalled, but he soon followed the lead once his mother broke down as well. They agreed that one chicken for each was all they would take, and one chicken gave them enough energy to last a while. They would only take these three chicken once every couple of days to spare them, to make sure their supplied didn't run out. And they continued herding the sheep.
Winter hit the dogs hard. They were running out of hens. Their humans hadn't come back. The sheep had little food. The dogs began sleeping in the barn, huddled close to the sheep for warmth during the cold nights. But, then her mother fell ill, weakened by age and hunger. She passed on not even a week afterwards. The two Collies did what they had seen the farmer do for their father: they dug as big of a hole that they could and pushed their mother inside, covering her up with the icy dirt. The sky wept for the loss of a mother that night.
Managing to get through the winter meant raiding the farmer's kitchen for whatever food they could, even if it was already beginning to mold and rot. The nonperishable foods were spared as they ate everything else first, and then they rationed out the rest. They even used a box of cereal to help keep the hens somewhat fed until the spring brought bugs and anything else the chickens plucked off the ground to call food. When spring finally did arrive, their routine picked up once more. They would take the herd out (which was increasingly harder without their mother), watch for predators, and take them back in as the sun descended toward the horizon. They made certain they didn't touch the hens until they were at their limits, giving them time to reproduce and grow. It was one of the main reasons why they hadn't even tried touching the main male, though that was also probably because he gave them a look that could kill.
It was summertime when their schedule was interrupted, torn up, and thrown into a creek. A group of stray dogs wandered onto the farm and broke into the barn, attacking all the sheep within sight. This woke the two Collies up, and they tried to defend their flock. However, they were outnumbered and much weaker, and their only help was the flock thrashing around in the small space. The sheep spilled out of the barn, many already dead or severely wounded. Yet, they weren't able to chase the strays off. Instead, they were the ones to be chased out.
Anubis and Bastet have been wandering, completely lost, ever since. They tried going back to the farm once, but all they saw was the massacre that was once their beloved home.

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so i had to do a lotta editing just because of all the stuff in the background. so, yeah. xP the colors might be a little off 'cause i'm not used to trying to convey split personalities.

also, you will see coding that appears when you're in preview. do not touch it. <3

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