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Hello! Welcome to Land of the Domesticated. I hope after you've all read everything, you consider joining. If you've come over from the OOC thread, by all means create your character sheet and wait for acceptance. If you've wandered upon this thread first, please head over to the out of character (OOC) thread to read up on everything you will need to know for the role-play.

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Creation Rules:
- Animals must be semi-realistic. This means that they must be realistic with the exceptions of mutations.
- There is no character limit, but please try not to have inter-character relations.
- You may not join as a pup unless you have it's mother/guardian character or another player's character is it's mother/guardian. You can however join as adolescents and adults. (Age must progress through the role-play.)
- You are allowed to join as pregnant females.
- LGBTQ+ accepted and welcomed.
- The Herbalist is allowed a mate, but not allowed pups.
- Your characters are allowed to be any type of canid you wish, purebred or not, wild or domestic.
- Mutations are given to a character from the experimental radiation that caused the extinction of humans and the rapid growth of nature. Most, if not all characters will have a mutation of some sort whether it is visible or not.

Form:

Name:
Age:
Species:
Rank:
Gender/Pronouns:
Sexuality:
Personality: (Must have at least 1 negative per 2 positives)
Appearance: (Picture is accepted if you do not have visible mutations on your character, but please also provide a short description if you do decide on adding a picture.)
Mutation:
History:
Family:
Relations:
Other:

Role-Play Thread

Name: Binx
Age: 5 years, 7 months
Species: Husky/Wolf Hybrid
Rank: Alpha
Gender/Pronouns: Female - Gender Apathetic - Typically uses he/him pronouns, but doesn't mind being called others
Sexuality: Pansexual

Personality: Binx is typically very silent and serious. While he is not very aggressive, he is very stern and protective. Although he can often be confusing, especially when he, himself is confused. Binx grows very close to those that make an effort to stick around. He also can be a little bit of an introvert around those that he considers close friends. Towards outsiders he is neutral until provoked unless asking to join his pack or in need of assistance. He will never turn away those in need, even though others may disagree.
Appearance: Binx is a large black wolf and husky hybrid. His thick coat of fur is mainly black, but he sports a white blaze on his chest, four white socks and a white-tipped tail. His eyes are a cold icy blue.
Mutation: Binx's mutation is partially physical, partially mental. While his mutation causes his eyes to have no pupil, it means he can't see, but due to the added electrical sensors in his eyes, he can see as long as there is an electrical output in the air and he is in contact with the earth. It also allows him extra power reserves from the electrical absorption, meaning he doesn't have to eat as much as the others.

History: Grew up in a human house since birth. Binx was often treated like a trophy instead of a companion and because of it, caused him a lot of neglect. When he was rescued from his home by other types of humans around 2 years of age, he was put in a rescue center where he ultimately learned how to behave like a wolf among other wolves - none of which took a friendly liking to him. He spent a somewhat decent life at the rescue center up until 3 years of age when the center was being shut down and the other wolves were being relocated. Binx was taken back to being a pet, in which he lived with an antisocial college female, stuck in an apartment 24/7 and fed whatever she didn't eat. He remained underweight though because she never did eat much in the first place, but he stuck around up until the apocalypse when she was killed from the radiation and he gained the mutation. Setting off on his own was hard, but knowing he needed a pack to survive in this new world wasn't hard to figure out.

Family: Binx has no knowledge of his parents aside from the fact that his father was a wolf and a his mother a husky. He does know for a fact that he does not have any siblings.
Relations: None so far.
Other: If your character calls Binx in the female pronouns, he will not mind. Sometimes he refers to himself in the female pronouns as well.

Free-use, by Derek Story

Name: Fauna
Age: 3 years, 8 months
Species: Domesticated Dog (Greyhound)
Rank: Herbalist
Gender/Pronouns: Female; She/her
Sexuality: Heteroflexible (may be attracted to confident/strong females)
Personality:

+ Dedicated, generous, gentle, thoughtful

/ Confidential, emotional, moralistic, innocent

- Skittish, dependent, insecure, secretive

Ever since the loss of her own family, the kind-hearted canine has taken it upon herself to ensure that no further lives are lost. She is dutiful when it comes to healing others, but secretive in her works. She occasional steals away during night or day (when off restocking her stores) to heal outsiders. She is generous in her actions, for Fauna cannot bear to see another go on suffering. Yet, she is skittish, insecure underneath her own skin- she's a coward incapable of standing up for herself. If she were to get caught, she wouldn't know what to do. She could only stumble over her words as she begs for mercy.

Appearance: Like most hounds, she is streamline and physically delicate, with a curvy structure littered with limited, toned muscle along her haunches. Outside of these powerful hind legs, Fauna carries the elegance and harmlessness of a doe. She is a dog bred to move with excellent speed and precision- strength is not her forte. 
Mutation: What the radiation has done to the hound is something not so visible. Her regenerative abilities and immune system have sky-rocketed, allowing her to heal and defend herself against infection like no other. As a result, Fauna seems to age somewhat slower as well. This is all at a cost, of course: for being a pencil, she eats enough for an entire army.
History: Fauna's parents had been stolen away from a racing track countless miles away. Her mother had been pregnant at the time. The couple were retired into a nice farm home in the woodland, where they chased off pesky rodents that attempted to eat the crops. When Fauna was a pup, there was a fire on the farm. Her parents fled with her and her littermates into the night, but with all the smoke, the moonlight's guidance was simply not enough light for the sighthounds to see. Panicked, her parents, who carried Fauna and her brother, did not see the swelling river before them. The family fell and all but Fauna drowned. Ever since, she's been horribly hydrophobic when it comes to rivers and lakes. 

Fauna was taken in by an elderly vixen who found her along the riverside when out searching for herbs. She welcomed the sopping wet pup in, and raised her as her own. She taught her the art of evasion, minimal self-defense, and best of all: herbalism. Fauna always found her peace in the meadows of sweet-smelling flowers and herbs. 

Yet, when the apocalypse occurred, not all could last. Fauna never had great luck with loved ones sticking around. The old vixen died from the radiation exposure, while Fauna herself seemed to flourish under its presence. She was discovered by the pack not long later, and submissively begged to be taken in. In turn for their protection, she could offer her herbalism skills. Fauna never could survive well on her own.
Family: Parents & brother are deceased.
Relations: N/A
Other: I'm a college student, so forgive me if my words get mixed up. I'm in organic chem, so my brain just gets f r i e d.

Name: Ailera
Age: 2 years
Species: Fox
Rank: Loner, but could be taken into the pack
Gender/Pronouns: Female - she\her
Sexuality: Ace\pan
Personality: Ailera is sarcastic, snappy, cold, indifferent. Not the nicest. But on the flip side, once she gets to know you, the small fox is loyal and snuggly. She's stubborn, not willing to leave people behind, and very determined. Not to mention cunning, cleaver.... and foxy (sorry but... it was right there). In a group, she's dependable at times but will act out. A cuff with a paw and perhaps a few stern words will calm her down again, but sometimes she won't talk, just lunge for whatever the most painful part to bite is. As long as she can reach. Ailera is vain as well, making sure the white parts of her coat are clean and groomed but if she needs to get dirty she will. And she loves snuggles. Give her snuggles.
Appearance: The tip of Ailera's tail is a neat, pure white, while the rest is pitch-black. It drops to an almost blue silver on her main body, with darker fur around her haunches and paws. The tips of three of her paws are white, with the other black. Giving her an almost comical look are her large, black ears. Her face is blue\silver but her muzzle and mouth area are black as well. Because of the radiation, her eyes are different, silver and purple.  Her silver eye sees best at night, while the purple is more effective in the day. Ailera's just smaller than a normal fox, but has a much slimmer body. Her fur is quite shiny, and rather obsessed over by herself. It's also slightly fluffier than usual, which makes her look more like a common fox.
Mutation: Silver and purple eyes, as well as largely increased speed and endurance. She could outrun most animals, and keep pace with a greyhound. Her endurance could ensure that she keeps at that pace for much longer than a usual animal.
History: WIP (I will fill it in soon)
Family: Mother, unknown father, and brothers are deceased.
Relations: N\A
Other: In a fight, because of Ailera's size, she usually attacks from underneath. If it is an animal smaller than her, it changes from the side to pouncing on it.

Name: Mongoose
Age: 9 months
Species: Irish Setter
Rank: Loner
Gender/Pronouns: Male | He/Him
Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: A very energetic and loyal dog. Mongoose has a lot of energy and excitement bundled inside of him. He loves meeting new people/dogs, loves playing around and goofing off as well as taking long naps during the heat of the day. With that being said, if you put him on a task, he'll happily oblige. He's obedient and strong with a great sense of direction, but a terrible sense of protection. He has little to no protective instinct and would instead love to befriend every other dog he met. The young pup still has trouble coming to terms with the fact that not everyone is willing to be friends with the happy, energetic pup. Such an attitude can lead to easy manipulation and get him into situations he might not know how to get out of. His personality has room to grow and develop as he is still just a pup. Mongoose has the beginnings of separation anxiety typical of his breed.
Appearance: Long, smooth, flowing fur that curls on his ears and chest. His coat sports a dark, rich mahogany color with dark, brown eyes. His lean muscle, although elegant, is not slight. While he isn't as broad as bigger breeds, he's not as skinny as sight hounds.
Mutation: Due to being young, his mutation has a small chance to change and develop with age. At the moment he has no mental mutation, but he does have a physical mutation. Due to the radiation, he has grown to the size of a wolf and his has two large bone growths protruding from his nose like rhino horns. The only significant side effects is that he has to eat more than a normal dog and struggles to breath as easily when running or doing any sort of exercise, but exercise is also something that he has to do because his energy levels do not allow him to sit still for very long.

History: Born from Irish Setter breeders, Mongoose was supposed to grow up to be a hunting dog, but instead of staying with his parents that were trained hunting dogs, he was adopted out to a family that lived in Sirenchester and so that is where he's lived the majority of his life at. The people that adopted him were a young couple with a young child and another on the way. They always found time for him, but never had the intention of training him to be a hunting dog - which had been his wish as that is what his parents did for a living. Yet, Mongoose has always been relatively smart and easy to catch things so while hunting wasn't going to be his past time, he quickly learned how to do various tasks for his new family and always strives to learn more.

Mongoose was 7 months old when the apocalypse hit and the loss of his family severely devastated him. There were no more children to play with, no more Mom and Dad to learn from and cuddle with and go on long walks in the evening with. Nobody to play fetch with or hide-n-seek. His mutation was also something very frightening and confusing for the pup and still, two months later, he struggles to come to terms with his height and horns. Luckily enough for the pup, he was found by a older bat-eared fox that escaped from the zoo and has stuck by her side ever since, afraid of yet again, loosing someone he cares about.

Family:
- Father: Weasel - purebred Irish Setter trained for hunting (Unavailable, lives far outside of Sirenchester)
- Mother: Stoat - purebred Irish Setter trained for hunting (Unavailable, lives far outside of Sirenchester)
- 9 other unknown siblings scattered around various locations
- His human Mom and Dad and their children Ann and Kyle (Deceased)
Relations:
- Zora: Bat-eared fox, adoptive mum since after the apocalypse
- Other relations are open
Other: He may or may not end up in the pack, just depends on how the role-play progresses. He is still a pup, so no romantic relations until he in an adult.

Name: Zora
Age: 8 years, 1 month
Species: Bat-eared Fox
Rank: Loner
Gender/Pronouns: Female | She/Her
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Personality: A strong-spirited female, Zora isn't afraid to make her opinion known or challenge those much taller than herself. She's very reserved and prefers to either be alone or have minimal company. Her sharp-tongue and fierce determination make her a formidable character even to the larger opponents. If she can't fight and win, you can guarantee she'll at least try to make you insecure about yourself or at least feel too ashamed to engage with the small creature.
Appearance: Zora is 12 inches tall and her ears are 5 inches tall. Her tawny fur is flecked with black with black points (legs, tail tip, muzzle, ear tips.) Her chest holds a whitish hue, as does her rump. Her eyes are a dark brown and she has small whiskers.
Mutation: Zora's mutation is an invisible one. She has been given the ability to remain completely undetected when she wants without making eye-contact, but to do so, she must remain completely still. 

History: Zora was born in the wild to Hornet and Willow. Even though she was born into a small, bat-eared fox pack, she never really got to stay. Taken from the wild one night, Zora was immediately taken to a zoo away from her family and pack. She was too young to ever really despise the humans for taking her away, but old enough to miss her family and miss being free. As a consequence of being in a, Zora never really had to fend for herself or hunt, so she couldn't develop fighting skills, but she was able to develop hunting skills with the zoo's efforts to keep her 'natural'. Around 3 years of age, the zoo entered her into a breeding/conservation program and so she was bred to a single male many times and had many successful kits, but she was never allowed to keep her litter because the enclosure was not equipped for her to keep the kits and the zoo was not able to care for them, so they were always either hand raised or sent to a foster mother in a different zoo.

When the apocalypse came around, it didn't take Zora long to escape her enclosure. While others would never have the opportunity because there were no humans to unlock the enclosure, Zora's enclosure had been under renovation on the outside, so after breaking through the small wooded door that lead to the outside, she was able to slip free. Soon after, she was exposed to minimal radiation, causing minimal changes/mutations and found Mongoose in his backyard, scared and frightened. Immediately, she offered to help him, seeing as he was only a pup. A day after that, his mutations took hold and she was determined not to loose him like she'd lost all of her other kits.

Family: 
- Father: Hornet, deceased
- Mother: Willow, deceased
- Various siblings either deceased or of unknown status
- Has had kits, but were all taken away from her before she could form a parental bond
Relations:
- Mongoose: Adoptive son since the apocalypse. She was willing to take him under her protection due to the fact that she never got to raise her own children
- Open for other relation (romantic relations with other foxes only)
Other: Zora has strong feelings about packs and has no intention of ever joining one.

Name: Lexxi

Age: 4 Years Old

Species: Pitbull Prague

Rank: Scout
Gender/Pronouns: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Personality: Lexxi has a confident personality, but that with her expression and body build make many fear her at first glance. She is actually very friendly and loyal. Only harming things that are threatening to those she loves. She actually dislikes being labeled as aggressive, mean, hostile, or anything along those lines. She also grows an immediate attachment to those who may be helpless, her protectiveness is unbreakable. While being around puppies is fun for her, she does have trouble doing things gently. Often not knowing her strength she can do something out of hand.

When she attacks however, she loses sense of control and starts going insane on the enemy. Most of those who get attacked by her are permanently injured or sometimes dead. So it's a good idea not to anger her, while it's not the easiest thing to do, her breaking point isn't the equivalent of a saint.

Appearance: Her mutation is visual and her mutation is to be able to retracts her claws like a cat so at first glance her paws look clawless which looks quite weird. Being constantly in fights her back and neck has quite a number of scars.
Mutation: She has the ability to retract her nails/claws like a cat keeping them well maintained. They're also hard as steel so she can dig with them without losing it's sharpness. However in order to keep her nails hard as steel, she needs to eat 1 bone everyday to give it the calcium the claws need.
Family: Unknown mother and father
Relations: Open 

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Name: Oliver

Age: 2 years 3 months

Species: Coywolf (Coyote-Wolf mix)

Rank: Hunter

Gender/Pronouns: Male

Sexuality: Hetero

Personality: Oliver is very intelligent, and often likes to show it, though he often acts silly. He can think himself out of anything, but can sometimes overthink a plan. He knows a lot about the local wildlife, and can virtually name any animal. His knowledge also can also convince him not to do things (ex: try to attack a specific raven flock, then someone suggests to do it again. "WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! THEY USE TOOLS. THEY WERE ABLE TO TRICK HUMANS. THEY. REMEMBER. FACES."). Often uses his smarts to his advantage, especially in smart-alic showdowns. He was born before the apocalypse, and often feels sad at those memories. Before the outbreak, his lived with his mother. While hunting for mice, his mother was killed by a pack of greyhounds, only killing for the appreciation of their “master” and his hunting buddies; thus he has a great fear of any sight hound (greyhounds, salukis, etc), or really any greyhound-like dog.

Appearance: Male, normal except for white markings similar to Wolvden's "Irish" marking. Other than that he just basically looks like a small wolf.

Mutation: Piebaldism, as well as the ability to mimic/speak to other animals besides canids (not sure if it counts as a mutie or not).

Relations: None other than Mother yet, mates/friends are open (͡  ͜ʖ ͡ )

Other: I couldn’t really find any good piebald coyote/wolf pics, this coyote in a trap was all I could find.

Free to use by Jozef Fehér

"I work alone."

Name: Trooper
Age: 3 years, 3 months
Species: Domesticated dog (Belgian Malinois)
Rank: Loner
Gender/Pronouns: Male (he/him)
Sexuality: Demisexual
Personality:

+ Alert, decisive, honest, reliable

/ Independent, dominating, stubborn

- Abrupt, cynical, hostile, obsessive

Duty: it is the first and only thing that comes to his mind. The sharp canine is independent and always has his wits about him, but is no doubt an unfriendly face. He won't hesitate to rise up to a challenge or tell someone off, no matter the size or power behind them. However, Trooper will always come through. The malinois is known to put him some tough exterior barriers, but nobody but his humans have ever gone beyond them. Truthfully, he can be a golden-hearted individual, honest and respectful, but it takes plenty of time to get there. Most don't make it past first impressions. Patience is a virtue with this guy.

Appearance: An athletics pooch, littered with lean and trained muscle hardened with years of difficult training and perseverance. He is a trim and indeed good looking fellow, at least, until he opens his mouth. Trooper is sable in color, grizzled with blackened hairs that give him an almost bear-like appearance. He is relatively tall for his breed. 
Mutation: Trooper's stamina is insane. The first few days of the apocalypse rendered him with having difficulties breathing, but before he knew it, it felt as if he could never run out of breath. That, and his skin has thickened, meaning skin injuries are difficult to come by. Although the former law enforcement canine is still learning his new limits, he seems to easily suffer from heatstroke if in the sun for too long.
History: Trooper's life was something that he considered a dream. He remembers a far away land, where the grass was tall and dry, where animals of outrageous proportions roamed the land. He had been born to a mother who worked on an anti-poaching unit, and his purpose was nothing but work- he was no family dog. Trooper accepted it in stride- the job fit his lifestyle quite well. He outshined most of his littermates, and was eventually transferred to a different continent when he was two years of age. 

Trooper formed an unbreakable bond with his working partner. His human relied on his nose to sniff out all sorts of things- harmful tools, lost people, you name it. Beyond that, his duty was protection. When his master was on the field, he would attentively wait his command to take down any human who threatened his force. Trooper loved his job- it gave him meaning.

He and his master had been called to investigate and sniff out a major threat in Sirenchester- word had been leaked about experimental radiation, and they needed to shut it down. As soon as they set foot on the land, Trooper knew something was wrong, something horrible would happen. He did his best to act out, to convince his team to leave, but the humans simply thought he was ill. 

Trooper had been retired to the local veterinarian the day of the apocalypse. It was then that he discovered his high stamina and seemingly impenetrable skin, as he forced himself out of the kennel with but a few very minor scratches. He has since been effortlessly seeking out his human team. He fears for the worse...but he does not let himself accept this fate.
Family: N/A
Relations: N/A
Other: I love malinois as well. :x

Name: Alana
Age: 2
Species: lab pit mix
Rank: hunter
Gender/Pronouns: her/she
Sexuality:strait
Personality: absolutely hates fighting very sweet  loyal 

Mutations :wings

Appearance;: black all over with white wing tips

History:  She was born to a mother who had to raise her alone.
Family: none
Relations: none yet
Other: i love lab pits