PICTURE OF YOUR OC GOES HERE

Name:
Gender & Pronouns:
Age (Must be over 2 years six months):

Past Rank (The one they had before the crash. Delete these after you decide)
Lead Dog - 1/2, the ones in the front. Intelligent and intense *usually*
Swing/Point Dogs - 0/2 - Posititoned directly behind the lead dog, reassuring and alert *usually*
Team Dogs - 0/Unlimited - This makes up most of the team.
Wheel dogs - 0/4 - Agile and typically the largest, in the back.

Current Rank (Check the Allegiance! )

+ Posititve Trait here
  + Posititve Trait here
  + Posititve Trait here
= Moderate trait her
=  Moderate trait here
- Negative Trait Here
- Neg traite here
- neg trait here
       
  Expand on your personality traits here! Does this cause problems? Whats their moral alignment? Preferred in paragraphs.
 
  + Like
  + Like
  + Like
  - Dislike
  -Dislike
  -Dislike
 
(Optional) Expand on likes and dislikes here if you desire.

Aspires to be/Dreams (Optional):

Backstory (Minimum 5 Sentences):

Other/Strengths/weaknesses:

Password:

PICTURE OF YOUR OC GOES HERE

 
(Also known as Adder or Seal )
Gender & Pronouns: Sire. He/Him
Age: Three years, 8 Months

Past Rank: Lead Dog

Current Rank: Alpha Male

+ Calculating
  + Natural leader
  + Determined
 
= Stubborn
=  Picky

- Territorial
- Controlling
- Rebellious
     
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 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. Despite spending most their days dreaming of their, oh so deserved fate, he is in no rush to get there.

Nonetheless he still barks orders to those loyal to him, being at the top of such a fragile hierarchy  leaves little room for intimidation but the dark sire is more than able to assert themself in such situations. He puts on a stern, intimidating face in the pretense of others, and  takes 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.



  + Loyalty
  + Hunting
  + Quieter Creatures
  - Obnoxiousness
  - Warm Tempatures
  - Commotion


Aspires to be/Dreams (Optional): He wants his pack to succeed. He likes most of them, and would do whatever it takes if it means him and his group will survive. His dream is to have pups in the pack one day, to truly carry on and expand.

Backstory (Minimum 5 Sentences):

Other/Description/Weaknesses-Strengths: A Brobdingnagian dog with a lean, towering structure. A mix of mostly Greenland Dog, chesapeake, Timberwolf, and, Seal has inherited plenty from both breeds. He's tall, he knows that, but also holds muscle magnificently. Their fur is monochrome hue with various greys, blacks, and whites with a wing-like marking over their shoulder blades, similer to the marking a wolf would have. Their fur also has more chesi-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.
+ Combat
+Agility
+ Intimidation
- Sensitive to heat
- Social Anxiety
- Partially Deaf


Password: N/A

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Name: Tempo
Gender & Pronouns: Male (he/him)
Age: 2 years 7 months
Stature: Small; lean

Past Rank Swing

Current Rank: Gnaw

+ Companionly
+ Empathetic
+ Gentle
= Obedient
=  Emotional
- Submissive
- Dependent
- Air-headed
     
Unsurprisingly, Tempo is a clingy wreck. The dog frequently struggles with learning to think for himself. That is, he often depends on the leadership and guidance of others when it comes to making decisions, perhaps making him a disappointment to his bloodline. Tempo struggles to let things go, and not necessarily in a "grudge" sense- he thinks that anyone who shows him kindness is his best friend and is meant to be trusted. He holds onto the most minor of interactions and finds them more meaningful than most. While grateful and adoring in his approach, he's pitifully air-headed and easy to take advantage of.

He's obedient to a fault because of how trusting he is. If you tell him to jump off a cliff, he might just do so...because you know best, right? And you're his friend who would want nothing but good things for him, right? Fortunately, he lacks an ego to get in the way of important business and decisions. Tempo is much more willing to resort to obedience and agreeance than he is to turn to something like, say, arguments and violence. However, he's still quite sensitive, and may not take well to being yelled at when receiving orders. He takes too many things to heart, and as a consequence, sarcasm often flies far over his head.

While he may not be able to stand up for himself (or make his own decisions with confidence), Tempo makes for a solid friend. The competitiveness of sledding can often get overwhelming, so he's always happy to provide his dopey support and empathize with the situation. In fact, he may be a better emotional support than he is a sled dog! Nonetheless, his sled position was suiting of his personality: Tempo is a follower, not a leader.

  + Will ("master")
  + Fireplaces
  + Friendship
  - Disagreements
  - Violence
  - Thunder

Aspires to be/Dreams: Home, with Will

Backstory: Tempo did not originate from Will's stock of sled dogs, in fact, his bloodline begins in a rival kennel. Tempo's mother, Melody, was a lead sled dog of a competing sledder. She'd been bred to a previous racing champion, and her master was waiting with bated breath for her revered litter. However, things got tight, and food became scarce. Having to choose between eating or sledding, Melody's master bitterly sold the pregnant dam to his rival, Will.

However, things were still rough. Melody hadn't been well-fed due to her owner's bout of poverty, and the litter was born very ill. In the end, all of the litter passed beside one: the runt, Tempo. While his bloodline converged to a single pup who should be some great lead in racing, Tempo was anything but what the humans had hoped for. He was fragile, ill, and tiny.

So, unlike most sled dogs, Tempo spent his first year of life inside. He was constantly nursing medical issues from recurrent infections until finally, he was able to grow strong. However, as a consequence of growing up at Will's side, Tempo is...very clingy for a sleddog. While most have an independent streak, Tempo has a bad habit of prioritizing Will and constantly seeking his master's attention and affection. It makes it hard to focus on racing, but he's turned out to be a half-decent sled dog.

He's willing to run if it means being around the master more often, after all.

After the disaster, Tempo was one of the few (if not the only one) who refused to leave his master. He desperately sought out whatever scraps he could get and attempted to bring them back to Will. When the sun fell below the horizon, he was the one to burrow into his master's side in an attempt to keep him warm. However, one dawn, he woke to find that Will was no longer moving. Innocently assuming he was still sleeping and just a little too cold, Tempo continued to remain by his deceased master's side for days. However, after days of no signs of life, Tempo finally accepted reality with a heavy and broken heart.

He submissively followed the faint scent trails of his old sledmates to find their pack. He still regularly slinks off to mourn where Will had passed. Since the great loss, Tempo feels empty. Dog company cannot fill the hole that his master left behind.

Description: Tempo is an Alaskan husky, or in other words, he's a mega mutt bred specifically for racing. He's a sort of red agouti color with thick yet relatively short fur that's soft and cloud-like to the touch. While he has no white spotting, the young dog does come with cream pointing. It's because of this pointing that he is blessed with the most expressive of little "eyebrows" on his face. Physically, he is quite small compared to most sled dogs and relatively scrawny due to his difficult youth. Nonetheless, the little rat is graced with phenomenal speed and agility to make up for the physical brutality that he lacks.

Strengths/Weaknesses:
+ Speed
+ Agility
+ Cooperativity
- Cowardice
- Highly dependent
- Physically weak

Other: N/A

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Name: Fawn
Gender & Pronouns: Female - She/Her
Age: 2 1/2 (2 years 6 months)

Past Rank-
Lead Dog

Current Rank-
Beta

+ Energetic
+ Clever
+ Alert
= Playful
= Watchful/cautious
= Patient
- Very curious/nosy
- Forgetful
- Slightly paranoid
Moral alignment: Neutral/Chaotic Good
  Fawn loves adventure and the outdoors, and loves running around even more, it runs in her blood. However she tends to conflict herself and her outgoing personality, quite often. If she's alone, or without her master, she tends to become paranoid and hyper-aware of her surroundings. So, while she loves to be free and run in the snow, it's difficult because she worries, because what happens if a wolf decides to attack her master? Or her fellow sled dogs? What if one of the sled dogs turned on them?
  Once she's past that, she's pretty much your average playful, energetic, free spirited dog. Except she tends to blank, and forget things, often. The one thing she's never forgotten was her master, and her duty. Thankfully, she's very patient with herself, and with this, she's patient with the other dogs. Her moral alignment leads her to try and do good, no matter what. She believes that if the cause is good enough, then rules can be broken. Unless the alpha has strictly told her no, she'll try to pursue any matters she believes are right.

  + Snow/Cold/Outdoors
  + Smaller dogs/Gnaws
  + Running around
  - Excessive silence
  - Loud noises/jumpscares
  - Small, dark enclosed areas

Aspires to be/Dreams:
Fawn doesn't really know what her dreams are, other then to follow her alpha, and keep her pack alive.
Backstory:
(I'll work on it in the morning, it's 1:30am)
Strengths/weaknesses:
+ Speed
+ Great hearing/perception
- Not good at fighting head-on
- Speaks before thinking, usually regrets it
Other:
Fawn is an utonagan wolf-dog. While normal utonagan's have no wolf blood in them,
she got hers from her mother. There is only a quarter (25%) of wolf DNA in her though.
Height-wise, Fawn actually ends up on the shorter end of the spectrum, at around 25 inches.
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