Durata di Roma

[avani]

{name:Stylus#|#picture:17}

Durata di Roma

a street dog roleplay in the streets of the eternal city
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Welcome to Rome, Italy; a place where tourists flock and residents enjoy. With eloquent buildings and rural beauty, Rome is perhaps the first who combines old and new in such a beautiful valor. From St. Peters Basilica to the Trevi Fountain, Rome is certainly a place a dog can thrive... isn't it?

Rules:

• First and foremost, the roleplaying rules of Anikira apply. No PPing without permission, and no god-modding or other crap like that. No making your dog 600 pounds and 7 feet tall. This is a realistic roleplay, not some hellhound funfair.
  
• Your character must be a dog. To add humans into the mix would just make for confusion. This is apt to change, however. If you guys want humans, then we'll change the rule; but I'd like for this to be dogs first.
  
• To quote Silvie, no sexual content. Violence is allowed, but don't be describing how your dogs intestines flew out and hit Stylus in the face. And let me tell you, that would not sit well with him.
  
• We'll make the word limit 200 words. Save your muse for Ani.
  

Biography:

[i][center]The Basics[/center][/i]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] Including birthdate, please!
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Breed:[/b]

[i][center]Physical[/center][/i]
[b]Coat Color:[/b]
[b]Coat Length:[/b] Short, medium, long.
[b]Eye Color:[/b]
[b]Weight:[/b] Find on Wikipedia for your breed.
[b]Height:[/b] Find on Wikipedia for your breed.
[b]Length:[/b] Find on Wikipedia for your breed.

[i][center]Mental[/center][/i]
[b]Personality:[/b] 150 word limit. (-cough-NALI-cough-)
[b]History:[/b] Optional. 100 word limit. Keep it short!

[b]Other?[/b]


[rapture]

{name:Coby#|#picture:16}

The Basics

Name: Coby
Age: 4 years. (March 3rd, 2006)
Gender: Male
Breed: Shepherd mix.

Physical

Coat Color: Sandy tan color, with black around his face, ears, paws, and tip of his tail.
Coat Length: Medium.
Eye Color: Brown.
Weight: 103 lbs.
Height: 26 in.
Length: 45 in.

Mental

Personality: Coby is a sane mutt. He's big and hairy, but just a large snuggle bear. Even tempered for the most part, but he can get easily agitated. Coby acts more like a leader than a follower. He doesn't like taking orders from others smaller than him, or orders from anyone in general. Coby also is a ladies man, he loves to flirt with the females, and occasionally tease them as well. Coby also hates humans, any human that approaches this stray mutt will most likely get a finger bitten off. He also hates cats as well. Coby sometimes is judgmental towards others. He doesn't realize he is hurting someone's feelings unless one tells him to stop. He can be playful, yet stern. Depending on his mood for that time. Coby has a fighting history, so be sure not to get on this big dog's bad side!

History: Coby was adopted by a family when he was 3 months old. They took very good care of him, but a few months had passed, and Coby began to grow. With lack of discipline, Coby became more independent, and dominant over the family. The family had two small children as well. When Coby became a little older, be started getting aggressive towards the children. The mutt didn't like being a play toy, and one day he got fed up, biting the child, breaking the skin. The family became abusive towards Coby, keeping him locked up outside with a chain around his neck.
Well as Coby grew, and time passed, at the age of ten months the chain became embedded around his neck. The family was neglectful, feeding him once a day and with no attention. Until one day the chain broke loose, and Coby escaped from that terrible place. Wandering the streets for many days, a man came across the wounded dog, taking him home and treating the wound by himself. The man had no vet records, but he was homeless as well. With heavy duty pliers, the man was able to get the embedded chain off from the mutt, but Coby was in despair as much as it was, attacking the man before he touched the mutt again.
Coby has lived on the streets from then on, encountering challenges and avoiding humans as much as possible in Rome.


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{name:Sylke#|#picture:9}

The Basics

Name: Sylke.
Age: March 31, 2005.
Gender: female.
Breed: maltese.

Physical

Coat Color: pure, snowy white.
Coat Length: long.
Eye Color: dark choclate brown.
Weight: 5.3lbs.
Height: 8in.
Length: 8in.

Mental

Personality:
Sylke is quite the little snob. She is vain to a fault and always doing something to cause a commotion. She has very high energy levels, both spirited and playful. Sylke absolutely loves drawing attention to herself, having to be the center of attention. She is very good at holding grudges, so if you land on her wrong side chances are you'll stay there. If she actually likes you, however, you're stuck with her for life. She is stubbornly loyal. Highly intelligent, she's always game for learning something new. Try to boss her around when she doesn’t trust you and you'll end up mocked and scorned though. She is quick to judge and stubborn in her opinions. Her bark is a heck of a lot worse than her bite will ever be. She carries herself with class and absolutely hates being looked down upon. When it come to making conversation, sarcasm and gossip are her two best friends.

History:
Up until most recently, Sylke was actually a pet. She was pure bred, a show dog. Bought by this little, old Italian woman as a small pup, she spent her days competing in the local dog shows. This lasted for four years, and she very much loved her life. Unfortunately, she was her lady's only company, her only family. When the old woman suffered a stroke, no one was there to help her in time and she passed away. This left Sylke with no where to go. Her options were the animal shelter or the streets. Never one to be caged, the snobby Maltese is trying her paw at living life on her own.

Other? Currently she is still wearing her bright pink collar and dog tags.

[avani]

{name:Stylus#|#picture:17}

The Basics

Name: Stylus.
Age: Just turned four, birthdate of April 7th, 2009.
Gender: Male.
Breed: Golden Retriever/Yellow Lab mix, with the classic pink nose.

Physical

Coat Color: Creme to butterscotch, in some parts.
Coat Length: Short, though is longer on his tail.
Eye Color: Deep brown.
Weight: 72 pounds.
Height: 23 inches.
Length: 36 inches.

Mental

Personality: Stylus is, in short, whoever he wants to be at the moment. He can be extravagant or dull, sarcastic or serious, optimistic or it's opposite at any given time. However, he always keeps his sense of leadership. He is a kind of dominance fiend, who won't take any crap and who demands respect. If not, you might as well leave Italy all together. He is known for darker deeds, though on the exterior he may remain cool. Stylus is the first to forgive, but the last to forget, and revenge is always on his mind.
History: Stylus was a street dog from the start, his mother raising him on the streets of Italy. His father was a purebred Golden Retriever, and his mother was a Yellow Labrador mutt named Penny. After her death, Stylus was well prepared for life on the streets, and planning to make a little twist for himself and those who stayed around him in the eternal city.

Other? The collar on his avvie doesn't exist. :P The picture just fit perfectly with his description otherwise.

[dyrk]

{name:Amber#|#picture:18}

The Basics

Name: Amber
Age: Three years (April 1st, 2006)
Gender: Female
Breed: Siberian Husky

Physical

Coat Color: Red-brown and white
Coat Length: Medium
Eye Color: Left Blue, Right half blue half brown (Partial Heterochromia)
Weight: 44 pounds
Height: 21 inches
Length: 36 inches

Mental

Personality: When first meeting Amber one would think at first glance he was rather nice femme, however when spoken to she can be quite eerie and fearsome. She is very dynamic tyrannical, she hates orders except when she is giving them, she knows innately how to exert authority yet be gentle with her slaves. She keeps to herself a lot, and never relies on anyone but herself. She believes she will show weakness if she is dependent on others. If there is anything she hates more than annoyances, it is being thought of as weak or inferior to others.

Amber works hard, impatiently, and methodically, with original intelligence and reflective thoughts. While she may not show it she secretly enjoys helping others and will jump the gun to help someone in need. Behind this tenacious, laboring, and selfish exterior lies an active mind and sensitive, caring soul. While her balance and strength inspires confidence, Amber can seem rigid, obstinate, and slow, but in truth she is really more cunning than intelligent - and she knows that. That is probably why she lacks confidence, even when she may not show it.

History: Amber was born in southern Alaska, bred to be a sled racing dog. Her mother and father took good care of her, along with the humans who’d raised her parents before her. Amber was the oldest of a little of five, and also the only female. Her brothers; Dusk, Navy, Sky, and Ron where often taken care of by different humans than her. When they where old enough, one by one the five pups where sold to racers who wanted a good pup to raise to be a good sled dog. Amber was sold to a rich snobby family who wanted nothing but money. She’d gone from being the oldest to the youngest on her team. The other huskies treated her, well not so nice. However, she didn’t take care from them, her dominate personality made her the leader runner of the team. She raced in her first race a little after her first birthday, her team won the cup, and continued to race in more races. When Amber was two year old, they’d raced in the biggest race in Alaska, Iditarod.

Unfortunately during the race Amber severely injured herself, and her owner thought it was best that she retired. She was later sold to a family in Italy, who later move away from their home and left Amber behind. Thus she started her life as a street dog.

Other? Amber’s Picture

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Ooc: Just a quick question... Is this roleplay still going on? I'd like to join to keep my muse up without the greatest of efforts.