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Name: Vagari (formerly "TTC Run like the Wind" or "Windy")
Age: 4 years 2 months
Rank: Leader (former Medic)
Gender: Female (she/her/they)
Orientation: Panromantic Demisexual
Physical Description: Vagari is a long-legged saluki mix, with a blonde coat that rivals the radiancy of the sun. She has a very slender build, considering she was bred for the purpose of running at high speed with incredible endurance. Granted, Vagari isn't built very strong and therefore surely wouldn't hold herself well in a fight. Nonetheless, she relies on her wisdom to resolve any problems and prefers to avoid unnecessary violence. The wispy fur on her body is relatively short but increases in length on her legs, tail, and ears. She has a long neck and a semi-curled tail. Her emotional eyes are particularly large (a sight-hound, no surprise there), and are a deep chestnut in color.
Personality:
+++ Compassionate, logical, steadfast
// Reserved, confidential
--- Secretive, cautious, critical

Despite living a relatively socially isolated life, Vagari comes off as a caring and empathetic individual. While she's not the greatest conversationalist, she's happy to lend her (very long and feathery) ears to whatever others might have to say. Perhaps her "listen first" attitude is what makes her a capable leader in the eyes of others. However, she is the type to express extreme, over-the-top caution in most situations, even in scenarios where it's not necessary. Most would argue that she needs to be willing to take more risks, but Vagari isn't willing to potentially sacrifice the lives of others for mere impulsiveness. She is often reserved and tight-lipped in her approach, but considering what she'd done a few weeks ago, this is valid behavior. Vagari is far from being a social butterfly, and she's hesitant to place trust in others.

She certainly rules on the behalf of logic, preferring to take her time and weigh her options when it comes to making decisions. This is ironic, considering she grew up in an environment that was nothing but "run first, think later". She even seeks out the council of others for making her decisions, albeit hesitant to place her trust in those she's not comfortable with. But advice never hurts- right? While she's a little flaky on dishing out faith, she does have unwavering loyalty towards her causes and what she believes to be morally sound.

History: Vagari wasn't her birth name. She was originally granted the long name of "TTC Run like the Wind", or "Windy" for short. She'd never met her father but was familiar with the few words her mother had to say about him. He was just another revered runner, a dog whose claim to fame was short-lived before he was burnt out and taken away to gods-know-where. Windy's mother had retired from the track to birth the next generation of runners, one of which was Windy. She got to know her littermates for all of eight weeks, which isn't saying much.

Racing wasn't necessarily legal, but it wasn't like the dogs knew that. While the conditions of her life weren't the most ideal, Windy didn't exactly know a life outside of it. Her purpose was to run, to win, and then do it all over again. "Downtime" was spent in a cramped kennel, and occasionally outside with other runners who she knew nothing of. That was, until, she became familiar with a senior dog who came around the fence, looking for what he called "herbs". Windy was curious of him and questioned what he was doing. That was when the old stray introduced her to the wonders of plants from behind a fence, and she begged him to come back and continue to teach her. He agreed and did so daily, teaching her what was safe, what was beneficial, and what was deadly. He claimed that she reminded him of his daughter, "Vagari". Windy liked that name.

There was a raid on the track, and most of the dogs were taken away. To where Windy didn't know- she'd been away at another race at the time with a few other dogs, only to come back and find her acquaintances gone. Before long, she was taken away as well. She was four years old when she was taken, stuffed into a crate, and not allowed to look back.

Many of the dogs shot out in terror of the crates. Some were strays, some had never been crated before. When Windy stepped out, she was curious about the strange place around her. Everything was so green- she'd never seen so many plants before, considering her life had been nothing more than concrete and metal. It was overwhelming, yet at the same time, it was heaven: all the plants she could explore, all the herbs she could seek out to impress the old stray. Yet...the air here was different, and the journey was painfully long. Unfortunately, it seemed that she was far, far from home.

Tulio had instantly been interested in Windy's fascination with plants when he saw her out and about collecting them. Furthermore, she was a sighthound very capable of providing for herself. He questioned what she was doing with the herbs, and Windy claimed that she learned of healing properties from certain plants from an old stray. Tulio thought this useful, and encouraged the sighthound to join him. He asked what her name was. Windy wasn't a runner anymore: she was an herbalist now. So she decided to use the name "Vagari", in honor of the old stray's daughter.

It took time for Vagari to settle in. While she did interact with other hounds when on exercise breaks from the cramped kennel, she never really had any "friends" outside of the old stray. But she treated them with gentleness and kindness, just as the old stray had done to her.

Maybe she didn't have the greatest social skills, but how Tulio treated the smaller dogs didn't settle well with Vagari...even if they sometimes reminded her of tasty rabbits. She watched his abuse in silence and bitterness until she finally decided that the great dane had crossed the line by threatening to banish the dogs he'd used. She had caught him a rabbit and slipped nightshade into it before offering it to him as a gift. He ate it with great greed and didn't rise the next morning.

Her deeds were accomplished in silence and secrecy. Nobody knew who had poisoned Tulio, and she intended to keep it that way. It was to her great surprise, however, when the resident dogs elected her as their future leader. The concept was terrifying, yet at the same time, she was desperate to right the wrongs of Tulio. She agreed, but on the condition that a council was created to balance power.

Vagari is currently one week into her newfound leadership.
Family:
Unnamed old stray - Adopted parental figure; status unknown
Other:
Password: N/A


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Name: Sealgair (Seal-Gare)

Age: Two years, Eight Months

Rank: Council

Gender: Male (He/They)

Orientation: Pansexual

Physical Description:
A Brobdingnagian dog with a lean, towering structure. A mix mostly Labrador and Chesapeake,while still retaining a fair amount of Russian wolf, Seal has inherited plenty from every breed. He's tall, he knows that, but also holds muscle magnificently. Their fur is a Damask and Beige hue with a wing-like marking over their shoulder blades, similer to the marking a wolf would have. Their fur also has more Lab-Like, having less curls that are mot visible on their chest and lower torso. Ambery, piercing eyes lay upon their face, a small scar bestowed upon their left one. Another scar slashes across their snout.

Personality:
+ Natural Born Leader
+ Strategic
+ Precise
+ Persuasive

- Stubborn
- Assertive
- Competitive
-Ambitious

-Narcissistic
-Intolerant
-Aggressive
-Territorial

Sealgair  is a natural born leader, he excels in giving command and keeping a level head in trying situations. He carries himself with both elegance and mystique. Sticking to the shadows and whispering rumors amongst the pack to boost his position and arm his arsenal of information. Spending most of his time plotting his next move; you must know that every step he takes is taken with immense precision. What some call "daydreaming" is Sealgair's greatest weapon; his knack for knowing how the dominos will fall have saved his hide many a time. Despite spending most their days dreaming of their, oh so deserved fate, he is in no rush to get there. What may seem like simple patience is actually fear. Fear of being caught and exiled, ushers the viper-mouthed Sealgair to slow his pursuits for power. 

Nonetheless he still barks orders to those loyal to her, being so small leaves little room for intimidation but the dark sire is more than able to assert themself in such situations. Although he puts on a submissive face in the company of higher ranks he will take disrespect from no one , seeing himself as a being unlike any other. The brute holds their head high with the confidence of a king, only bowing it to stare at his own reflection. Along with being a bit of a narcissist Sealgair can be quite competitive, he believes everything he wants she deserves seeing competitors as vermin trying to steal from them.

The brute may have a mind full of poisoned power but his voice rasps like warm honey, and his "dreamy" way of speaking can easily inspire others. On the contrary, Sealgair's stubborn nature can make some believe he's intolerant. (which isn't entirely wrong.) Despite having a skill for reading people and situations he has a hard time dealing with her own emotions. Seeing emotions as more of a hassle or weakness he bottles all of emotions up causing him to randomly lash out at others.

Sealgair is a strong, level headed Chesador with a big goal and all the wit and resources to make it come true. Too sure of himself to ever accept a fate without a crown, he will make his dreams into reality by any means necessary.

History: Born the oldest in a strong litter, April 6th. They were born at a hunting lodge to two champion bird hunters, and the owners of both thought the same would happen to all of the pups; they would be champion hunters. Sealgair was a born hunter from the start, curiosity and drive quick to him. The humans named him Sealgair in honor of such, meaning hunter in the Irish Language, where the dogs were all born and currently living. Training came quick, and Sealgair learned willingly, sucking in knowledge like roots sucked up minerals. They grew swiftly, the largest of the litter. The male exceeded expectations in terms of combat and their ability to pinpoint a downed bird or toy, and get it percisely, therefore it was determiend they would be a feild trial dog, or as other hunting dogs called it, ''fancy birdogs''. Training intensity increased tenfolds, but it was stopped short when they were around two years, as the world collapsed in every aspect, and he was chosen to be on the mission the dogs are currently in.

Family:
Father: Abhainn
Mother: Saoirse
Brothers: Oíche, Amhrán
Sisters: Slíbhín, Niamh

Other: Irish accent!

Password: You better find that out yourself, no cheating!

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Name: keiko (kei)

Age: 3 years and 2 months

Rank: council (or medic if council isnt available!)

Gender: female, she/her

Orientation: bisexual

Physical Description: an english cream golden retriever. a lithe, slender physique with long legs and delicate features. she had thick unmarked creamy white fur that was downy and soft, like puppy fur. the fur that hid her stomach was whiter than the rest of her pelt. keiko had heterochromia; her left eye was a striking silver-gray while her right was a muted periwinkle blue. her nose and paw pads were a dark brown-black.

Personality:
++: thoughtful, meticulous, patient
//: sarcastic, passionate, independent
--: defensive, sensitive, self conscious

coming from a neglective puphood, keiko was used to being alone. after such a long time of being that way, isolated among her three siblings and parents, she began to prefer it over being around large crowds. she wasn't very social and preferred to do things on her own. the desolate period of living on her own allowed her to be quite careful in her actions and she always thought twice before doing something or going somewhere. her looks on its own kept her out of trouble most times- when dogs usually looked at her, she looked weak and young. she used her gentle, silky smooth voice to her advantage, talking her attackers out of their actions- keiko had a talent for speaking, which none of her family noticed because they hadn't even realized she was there. her soft voice and delicate looks served her well; however, dogs who messed with her would realize that her long, glossy fur did more than just give her a thick protective pelt, but they also hid supple muscles that flowed like water during fights.
she was firmly set in her beliefs, but was often afraid to express them to others, as she had no one to express her emotions and thoughts to as a young pup. in the rare occasions that she were to share her pieces of intellect, fellow dogs would realize that she possessed a clear, logical train of thought, and wasn't quick to draw decisions in arguments. in fact, she often served as a meditator, suggesting compromises, agreements, and other ways to keep peace between opposing sides.

History: keiko was always overlooked, ever since she was the lastborn. the runt of a litter of four to her parents, tsurara and kuresuto. her parents had once been the beloved companions to a pair of wealthy lovers, where they lived the priviledged, prosperous life of show dogs...until their owners had been brutally murdered for reasons unknown. the dogs were thrown out, reduced to living in an alley between two abandoned houses in the outskirts of a small rural village, where tsurara gave birth to a litter of four: riku, kenzo, ayane and keiko.
keiko was always frailer than her much stronger siblings, and struggled virtually on her own; her own mother often pushed her away to let her siblings eat first, hoping the weak little thing would end up dying on its own without the proper care a mother should give. little keiko managed to survive to adolescence, when a devastating fire in the alley she had lived in for her entire life took the lives of her parents and oldest sibling, riku. the very sky seemed to be belching fire; smoke rolled over the remaining pups, blazing flames roared with relentless rage. little did the helpless dogs know that their village was being ravaged by nuclear weapons; the wars had reached their tiny hidden safety. overwhelmed with terror, keiko ran for her life. it was only until later, when she huddled in the darkness of a deserted house in a nearby village, that she realized her two other siblings, ayane and kenzo, were missing. she fiercely believed that she had seen them running out when the fire had began; but where they'd gone, she would never know. even many months after the harrowing event, keiko harbored the fantasy of one day meeting her long lost siblings once again. she spent quite a while surviving on her own, rummaging through trash bins for food, defending herself from other dogs she met once in the while, and avoiding the clashes of war that bloomed everywhere she went. but during this isolated period of her life, she was alone...that is, until she was trapped by humans, thrown into a rickety old crate, and shipped by boat, train and car to a land so foreign the very air smelled exotic and strange. the crates were unloaded, the humans slammed their car doors and left, and she stepped out into a new plentiful land where a plethora of dogs were sent to thrive in this unfamiliar, plentiful land so unlike the deteriorating lands that were left after generations of war, famine and endless fire.

Family:
mother: tsurara (deceased)
father: kuresuto (deceased)
sister: ayane (missing)
brother: kenzo(missing), riku(deceased)

Other: subtle british accent which becomes stronger when keiko gets agitated and/or distressed

Password: no sneaky business, you cheaters >:(

Name: Rain

Age: 3 years and 8 months

Rank: Watcher

Gender: [include pronouns] Female (she/her)

Orientation: [optional] bisexual

Physical Description: a white german Shepard with long fur, brown eyes, and an insanely fluffy tail. Somewhat sturdy but also slim build. She has a scar on her right front leg where the footlock trap closed around and cut into her skin.

Personality:
+++caring, patient, observant, persuasive, sympathetic
//flexible, quiet, soft spoken
- - conservative (almost diehard in her ways), can be blunt, vague

History: [can be brief or point form] (remember that dogs have only been on the new continent for one month)

Rain, unlike some, was born in the wild. Her parents, Atlas and Vapor, were strays. She grew up in a city, so she learned the cruel habits of humans quickly. She grew up with 3 other pups, yet she was the only 'white' German shepherd, just like her mother. Her two sisters, Sable and Moth, and her brother, Hawk, inherited their father's look, the classic brown.
When she and her litter-mates were around five months, the humans came. They'd gotten a little too close to human residents searching for food in the winter, and had gotten called in by someone as a threat.
They tread cautiously for nearly a week, but the humans never let up, and managed to corner Vapor, Hawk, and Moth. Unable to escape, they succumbed to their human captors and were soon taken away.
Sable, Rain, and her mother, all caught up in grief decided that they could no longer stay, for it was no longer safe. They traveled even closer to the outskirts of the city where Rain, while out scavenging, got her paw stuck in something similar to that of a foothold trap. Stuck there, Sable and Atlas could do nothing to help her. The trap hadn't broken through any bones, but it had definitely fractured something, and certainly wasn't a clean injury.
Once humans discovered they'd caught something, she along with her sister and mother, who also got caught (due to the fact that they wouldn't leave Rain in her condition), were put each into crates where they unwilling started their journey to a new place. Rain although lacking proper care, managed to keep her wound clean. And everything started to go fine, till illness struck some of the crates.
Rumor was that a sick dog had also been sent along. Rain was one of the lucky few who escaped from the illness, but she couldn't say the same for her family. Atlas got it before Sable, but her sister fell ill soon after. By the time they were dropped off into unknown wilderness, she could do nothing but watched as they passed away.
Whilst she was grieving for her recent loss, another dog who suffered similar misfortune helped her bury them. A few weeks after, while traveling together, the two went separate ways, and Rain came across the pack, one she hoped she could call home.

Family: [optional]
Atlas [mother]: white German Shepard (deceased)
Vapor [father]: classic German shepherd  (M.I.A)
Hawk [brother]: classic German shepherd (M.I.A)
Sable [sister]: classic German shepherd (deceased)
Moth [sister]: classic German shepherd (M.I.A)

Other: While she has a strong build, she lacks the color needed to blend in with the environment and hunt efficiently, however her sharp sense of smell allows her to be able to predict weather better than most.
She walks with a slight limp due to her paw never fully healing.
She also doesn't like talking about her past, and still has a hope that Hawk, Vapor, and Moth still live on.

Password: I see you, trying to get a freebie

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Name: Rhett (Formerly '' Margret ''

Age: 4 years

Rank: Hunter

Gender: Cisgender Female (Dam, She/Her)

Orientation: Heterosexual

Physical Description: A compact, muscled heeler she with sterling blue hides which drop into fire-streaked brass-oranges. Her fur is also Merle with cloudy grey and white tickings, swirled, speckled, and slashed in certain places to create breathtaking patterns. Surprisingly, she could hold her own in a fight with the supple muscle underneath her short, double-layered coarse coat.  Another surprise may be how spotless it is, having very few scars as she was careful, precise with every action when on duty. She has large, dark olive eyes that shine with curiosity, one being cloudier than the rest, and eye infection that has stop spreading; a minor  stunting.

Personality: Rhett is a stern yet optimistic female with a free spirit. Of course with their freedom seeking nature and distaste for the rules they lean towards being a nonconformist more than anything else, which causes them to butt heads with authoritative figures (Even though, they themselves try to be a tad too authoritative) , and quite often due to their mouthy remarks and. Their impulsive tendencies, and inability to sit still usually don't help the situation either.

Relationship wise, it's easy to get close to Rhett with her motherly, protective nature. She's the kind of woman to take you under her wing without question if you know a friend of her's. They're quite stubborn about the fact too, almost everyone deserves a second chance and have a friend (or 50).
Despite their  unorganized behavior, Rhett is quite intelligent, to underestimate this fact would be a grave mistake. Contrary to the rest of their personality, Rhett has bad anger issues at times, and an extremely short fuse to match. Luckily only certain topics trigger the dam

History: Rhettie was first named Margret by a small child who lived on a farm. She was born to two older cattle dogs, both decent, but by no means the best, cattle herders. The dam strove to be better than her parents as puppies, and unlike their rather laid back and uncaring nature, she paid attention to every little detail given and was a willing participant, and took time to herd the family chickens and other small animals. Marg had a close relationship with the little girl, Reitta, her name, and the two did everything together, it seemed they were conjoined at the hip. One day, when Margret was out wandering the territory of her home, she was snatched by a suspicious man, and taken to a horrid place, soon after the world fell, and she was shipped away on the current mission. In honor of the little girl she knew so well, the dam changed her name to Rhett.

Family:
Mother: Stacy
Father: Judi
Brothers: N/A
Sisters: N/A

Other: Probably wasn't treated the best by Tulio due to her size!

Password: Scram you annoying rat. The password is in the rules.

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