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[:TailRotor:]

We are a;
Strictly Literate
Semi-realistic
-Realistic colors at all times, slightly unrealistic markings are fine
Mature
Sited
Mapped; Six maps in total; more to be added
Plague/Street Dog Scenario

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SITE: http://rogue-plague-dogs.proboards.com/
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APPLICATION;
User Name;
Dogs Name;
Gender;
Breed;
Status(Infected or Clean);
-(Stage of Infection?);
Pack;
Rank;
RP Sample(6+ Sentences);

In game, you can whisper :TailRotor: to join aswell. c:

Varcid Pack;
Status; Infected
Resines; Abandoned asylum

RANKS;
Infected Queen (Stage 6+)
The infected 'Queen' is the most ferocious infected in the Asylum. This male or female 'queen' lives in the heart of the camp, rarely leaving their lair as the raiders bring the queen offerings of food.
Queen __


Chief Raider - (Stage 3+) - (0/4)
The Chief raider is the top dog, he/she rules over the Asylum as the current infected king or queen's pawn. They control the camps raiders to their will with their fearsome cries and brute strength, and is one of the main reasons most convoys don't stay outside for more than a day, terrified that they'll hear the howling scream that signals their demise. Once the queen passes, the most experienced Chief will step up to the plate.
Chief __,  __,  __, and  __


Bleeder - (Stage 5+) - (0/4)
The Bleeder is a special and rare kind of infected that has been mutated by severe radiation. They are known as the most infectious in their class and are hairless or mangey with an extreme aversion to light. So much so that their skin blisters upon contact with light. These infected bleed from all over constantly, heir injuries never healing. The most surprising factor of the Bleeder though is their longer lifespan... They can live up to 60 years rather than the normal 15. Some live in the city as rogues, and they are excellent night squads when teamed up.
Bleeders __, __, __, and __


Raider - (Stage 2+)
Now these dogs are the worst of the worst. Half infected and half pure cruelty, these dogs roam the wastelands. Their main goal being to rob stray mutts and cause pain and harm. Making them every dogs worst nightmare. They serve under the Chief Raider.... The Queen or King of the Asylum.
Raiders __, __, ec.


Spook - (Stage 3+) - (0/4)
Spooks have the most dangerous job of all raiders. Which is to hide themselves in the opposing pack, reporting all things to their true Queen. A dangerous job which poses a high risk as well as making them rather untrustworthy.
Spook __, __, __, and __


Weakling - (Stage 1)
The weakest of the weak. These dogs are the cannon fodder of the raiders, mostly deformed by radiation or disabled in some way. They serve as their slaves, servants, whores, anything. Commonly being used as food who winter becomes lean. They are generally in the starting stage of the infection and are the most malnourished of the wasters.
Weaklings __, __, EC.



Aphyxa Pack;
Status; Clean
Resines; In the city, they have to camp at the moment, and roam around. (Going to live in Eden)

RANKS;
Alpha - (0/1)
The alpha is the leader of the underground world of Eden. He/She commands respect from the entirety of the pack and is a highly respected figure who's word is law. This powerful figure leads the betas an the Underground's safety is his/her major concern.
Alpha Actalia - :TailRotor:


Beta - (0/2)
The beta looks over the under ground lair of Eden. One will step up to the plate when the alpha dies. They will also help with important decisions and discussions to be made to help there packs mates.
Beta __  and Beta __


A.R.M.Y

Commander - (0/1)
The Commander is in charge of the militia and defense forces of Eden, and answers directly to the Beta and Alpha. This particular dog is generally a larger breed or a formidable fighter, and generally wears more war usable accessories, and more heavily armored gas-masks.
Commander __


Heavy Scrapper - (0/6)
These dogs are the brutes of the army, the biggest dogs with the best protection and the most ferocious bites. These dogs generally stay in Eden, but there is always one with a supplies convoy when a convoy is sent to scavenge for food, just in case some of the infected attack.


Scrapper
These are the more average army dogs. Generally dogs of average size, scrappers have less protection than a Heavy and in general two of them go with a convoy if things are especially dangerous in the above world. Besides that, the Scrappers generally work as a police force and patrol Eden. Though they can be called on to fight the infected dogs.


H.E.A.L.T.H AND F.O.O.D

Head Physician - (0/1)
The head physician runs the show. All physicians report to him or her. The Head is generally a consultant on difficult medical issues and works very close with the Medical herbs and procedures.
Head Physician __


Physician - (1/4)
These dogs are very important, and are reliable when treating injury or disease, as well as trying to find what causes the infected to be so violent. One of these dogs usually travels above ground with the convoy when supplies are needed or in cases of extermination of the infected.
Physician Newton, __, __, and __

Propagator - (0/1)
This dog is in charge of a large greenhouse, and grows crops of vegetables for the entirety of Eden, and are extremely knowledgable when it comes to plants and things like weather and temperature. The Propagator also farms rabbits in his/her workplace, as they are the main source of meat for Eden Dogs.
Propagator __


Raider
These dogs take a daring role in the evolution of Eden. They were heavenly guarded masks and go out into the city, collecting cans and medicine. They will often take Heavy Scrapper for protection when infected rush them in buildings. The dogs have there own unique bags to carry there items, and hold them close.  


A.R.M.O.R

Forger - (0/3)
The Forgers are the metal smiths of Eden who live within the Compound. They make the spiked collars, arm guards and Armour for the military of Eden. As well as welding and creating parts to build new structures and metal parts for the Mask Maker. These dogs also make all the masks in the underground of Eden. A fellow with a creative streak who paints, carves, and works all kinds of materials to make the last defense for any who go above ground. These dogs are very knowledgable and has a great memory and can be any size or type of dog.


L.O.W  R.A.N.K.S


Apprentice
Pups from the age of six months to one year apply in this role. Studying under their job of choice or conscription. Though they may not have gas masks yet, they are vital to the future of Eden. (you must put a Mentor section in your artist comments bio with permission from someone else to mentor your character ie. Mentor: Slate, Apprentice: Jackel. depending upon if your a mentor or apprentice.


Mortician - (0/1)
The Mortician probably has the worst job in all of Eden: Taking out the bodies. Every time someone dies in Eden they are stacked onto the cart the mortician pulls around in the early morning. Before he drags the bodies in the cart up the cliffside and dumps them out in the ocean. A truly grim job. This rank is mostly taken by dogs who are too old or injured for military work.
Mortician __

In game, you can whisper :TailRotor: to join aswell. c:

T.h.e  B.e.g.i.n.n.i.n.g
Rex sat quit content on the sofa in which his owner resined on. The day dragged on, as well did the odd Oder coming from the kitchen. /You may need to fix that,/ The mutt shifted his shaggy temple to stare at the man. His stature was well built, and had a tuff of short, blond hair resting atop his head. /So funny looking,/ He though to himself in a clear traced mind. The evening news was on, and the do-oh called the days end and locked the doors for the night(Or at least his master did). But something snagged Rex's attention on the small television that layed across the way. The man on the screen seemed panicked, and his eyes darted around wildly as though there was a bear stalking him. Then, faster then he could make a remark, the screen went to a dog..

"Now, we are dealing with a non-serious threat," The anchor man said with a fading grin,
"Nothing to be afraid of. The secret lab has locked down, and contained the virus."

But that dog still layed on the lab table, behind the man, behind the glass, behind the man in white.

It's orbs nothing more then a sliver of red as the pupil darted around in a crazed manner. It's body held little to no hair nor skin on its already ragged frame.

Rex, slightly stunned to watch something as morbid on the telly, shifted a weary glance back over to his master. But, the man only laughed, and layed a kind hand across his head before rubbing behind his ears.

T.h.e  A.f.t.e.r  M.a.t.h
Nothing.
Nothing was alive anymore,
No one to give him food,
or water.
Rex layed on the side street, watching the sky; over time the beautiful blue became a faded brown, darkening the city and plunging it into panic. People accused pollution of it, others global warming.
No.
You were wrong.
OH, you might not know! The dog in the lab, a year back, escaped with the plague clinging onto him like a fly to a cow. He was found dead in the desert by locals: Everyone was joyed at the though. But those people were idiotic to think the plague was dead. Those spores in his skin released and, as you would assume,
Infected them.
Rotting there insides and causing them to become cannibalistic.
And it spread.
Every were.
U.S, Russia, India, Europe, Australia, Every were your mind can think of.

Animals even got the back fire to this; species went missing off the grid left and right. Oh, and the humans. Dead.

P.r.e.s.e.n.t  D.a.y
"And the dogs thrive," Virex muttered atop one of the many sentry pillars posted around the abandoned asylum.
6 Years.
6 long years scence the plague broke out, and the mutt had survived it all. All the death and crumbling..
"Sir," A ragged voice called to the left of his frame. Shifting a glance at the dog who had called, Virex added in response,
"What, Biyle?"
Virex stature was massive; his breed consisted of Irish Wolf Hound, and Great Dane. Though fur still covered his body, the rank smell of open gashes and rotting wounds emitted from him. And his eyes; a deep purple, merely slits in the dimming light. The mutts hair had also began to shift into an odd shade of purple as-well.
Infected.
Biyle, practically half his size, opened his maw, ready to speak through a dry throat.
"There are some dogs by the river; shall we send out the bleeders?"
"Indeed.. Just the two."
"I'll arrange that." Skittering down the slope, the dark brown dog had diapered into the rubble of the camp.
At least 90 infected stayed here.
Under Virexs command.
All ready to win the war with the dogs of Eden. The Aphyxa pack.

But the war had merely started..

Heroes rose and fell... Dangers lurked in the shadows of the fallen city.

But the real question is;

Who . Will. Survive. The. Rubble?



PICTURES;

The City;


The Cove;


The Cavern;


The Sewer


The Moor;


The Bad Lands;


EDEN;
Coming soon ~
Map in progress

The Lab;
Coming soon ~
Map in progress

[:TailRotor:]

Map Update: Eden is nearly ready to be updated with the map. c:
The Aphyxa pack will finally have there official place to resine.

[Zarorah]

Oh heckie I might just have to join this o3o

User Name; Zarorah

Dogs Name; Cula

Gender; Female

Breed; Presa Canario

Status (Infected or Clean); Infected
-(Stage of Infection?); 3

Pack; (Is it Varcid or Vircid? It's Vircid on here, but Varcid on the website)

Rank; Raider

RP Sample(6+ Sentences);

Things had gotten bad quickly.  The sky had turned that sickening shade of brown years ago and showed absolutely no signs of changing back to its former, crystal blue shade any time soon. Decomposed bodies, both human and canine, littered the ground, and the air was stagnant with the scent of death.  From a building- an insane asylum, from appearance- came a stocky, muscular dog, its fawn colored fur balding in some places. Black patches littered the dog's sides, giving the appearance of bruises. If you were to get close enough, though, you'd find that this was actually dried blood, and it was downright putrid. It was obvious that this canine hadn't taken a bath in months, years even, and it was obvious that it wouldn't be taking any baths any time soon.

Cula's teeth clicked together as she plodded forward, her coal black eyes straining to see ahead of her.  A burning taste arose in her mouth, and without stopping, she deposited that morning's meal of a pup, no more than a month old. It didn't provide much sustenance, but it was food, and that was pretty much all the Presa Canario cared about. She had been ordered by the Chief Raiders to go out and search for more food to bring back, and she was more than pleased to do so.  She hadn't gotten to the stage of the plague where it became nearly impossible to go out in sunlight, which is when most uninfected's roamed in false security.

As if on cue, Cula whipped her head up, her leathery noise twitching in the rotting air.  There was something mixed with it. Something... alive. One of the Aphyxa dogs. One of her next meals. Shaking, whether it be from excitement or weakness from the plague, she began tearing over the landscape, her rotting tongue lolling from her mouth.

[Hennessy]

User Name; demonicheir
Dogs Name; Jika
Gender; Female
Breed; Red Husky
Status(Infected or Clean); Clean
-(Stage of Infection?); 0
Pack; Aphyxa
Rank; Raider
RP Sample(6+ Sentences); Jika stalked quietly through the abandoned streets. She made her way into an old run down building. She trotted over to a pile of cans and nosed around. Jika clasped her jaws around a can of dog food. She was guessing this was a house. The house had a couch in the corner...But it was turned and flipped over. She shook her head and walked out of the house. She trotted down the road and back towards the camp. Once she arrived, Jika dropped the food she collected on a pile. Jika made her way to the center of the camp and sat down. She payed down and began to groom herself. Once she was done she stood up shook out her fur then sat back down.

I'll probably end up editing the RP sample. It was terrible.))

[:TailRotor:]

User Name; demonicheir
Dogs Name; Jika
Gender; Female
Breed; Red Husky
Status(Infected or Clean); Clean
-(Stage of Infection?); 0
Pack; Aphyxa
Rank; Raider
RP Sample(6+ Sentences); Jika stalked quietly through the abandoned streets. She made her way into an old run down building. She trotted over to a pile of cans and nosed around. Jika clasped her jaws around a can of dog food. She was guessing this was a house. The house had a couch in the corner...But it was turned and flipped over. She shook her head and walked out of the house. She trotted down the road and back towards the camp. Once she arrived, Jika dropped the food she collected on a pile. Jika made her way to the center of the camp and sat down. She payed down and began to groom herself. Once she was done she stood up shook out her fur then sat back down.

I'll probably end up editing the RP sample. It was terrible.))

Very nice. c: If you could send a join request to: Rogue || Plague | Aphyxa
That would be helpful. Also, download the map. Welcome to the Plague

[:TailRotor:]

Oh heckie I might just have to join this o3o

User Name; Zarorah

Dogs Name; Cula

Gender; Female

Breed; Presa Canario

Status (Infected or Clean); Infected
-(Stage of Infection?); 3

Pack; (Is it Varcid or Vircid? It's Vircid on here, but Varcid on the website)

Rank; Raider

RP Sample(6+ Sentences);

Things had gotten bad quickly.  The sky had turned that sickening shade of brown years ago and showed absolutely no signs of changing back to its former, crystal blue shade any time soon. Decomposed bodies, both human and canine, littered the ground, and the air was stagnant with the scent of death.  From a building- an insane asylum, from appearance- came a stocky, muscular dog, its fawn colored fur balding in some places. Black patches littered the dog's sides, giving the appearance of bruises. If you were to get close enough, though, you'd find that this was actually dried blood, and it was downright putrid. It was obvious that this canine hadn't taken a bath in months, years even, and it was obvious that it wouldn't be taking any baths any time soon.

Cula's teeth clicked together as she plodded forward, her coal black eyes straining to see ahead of her.  A burning taste arose in her mouth, and without stopping, she deposited that morning's meal of a pup, no more than a month old. It didn't provide much sustenance, but it was food, and that was pretty much all the Presa Canario cared about. She had been ordered by the Chief Raiders to go out and search for more food to bring back, and she was more than pleased to do so.  She hadn't gotten to the stage of the plague where it became nearly impossible to go out in sunlight, which is when most uninfected's roamed in false security.

As if on cue, Cula whipped her head up, her leathery noise twitching in the rotting air.  There was something mixed with it. Something... alive. One of the Aphyxa dogs. One of her next meals. Shaking, whether it be from excitement or weakness from the plague, she began tearing over the landscape, her rotting tongue lolling from her mouth.

It is Varcid, I'll change it.
Very good. c: We currently need the 'Queen' for the Varcid pack, would you fancy that role?
If not, download the map and friend :TailRotor: . Welcome to the Plague.

[Hennessy]

User Name; demonicheir
Dogs Name; Jika
Gender; Female
Breed; Red Husky
Status(Infected or Clean); Clean
-(Stage of Infection?); 0
Pack; Aphyxa
Rank; Raider
RP Sample(6+ Sentences); Jika stalked quietly through the abandoned streets. She made her way into an old run down building. She trotted over to a pile of cans and nosed around. Jika clasped her jaws around a can of dog food. She was guessing this was a house. The house had a couch in the corner...But it was turned and flipped over. She shook her head and walked out of the house. She trotted down the road and back towards the camp. Once she arrived, Jika dropped the food she collected on a pile. Jika made her way to the center of the camp and sat down. She payed down and began to groom herself. Once she was done she stood up shook out her fur then sat back down.

I'll probably end up editing the RP sample. It was terrible.))

Very nice. c: If you could send a join request to: Rogue || Plague | Aphyxa
That would be helpful. Also, download the map. Welcome to the Plague

Oh thanks. :3 I'll send one tomorrow when I get online.

[Zarorah]

Oh heckie I might just have to join this o3o

User Name; Zarorah

Dogs Name; Cula

Gender; Female

Breed; Presa Canario

Status (Infected or Clean); Infected
-(Stage of Infection?); 3

Pack; (Is it Varcid or Vircid? It's Vircid on here, but Varcid on the website)

Rank; Raider

RP Sample(6+ Sentences);

Things had gotten bad quickly.  The sky had turned that sickening shade of brown years ago and showed absolutely no signs of changing back to its former, crystal blue shade any time soon. Decomposed bodies, both human and canine, littered the ground, and the air was stagnant with the scent of death.  From a building- an insane asylum, from appearance- came a stocky, muscular dog, its fawn colored fur balding in some places. Black patches littered the dog's sides, giving the appearance of bruises. If you were to get close enough, though, you'd find that this was actually dried blood, and it was downright putrid. It was obvious that this canine hadn't taken a bath in months, years even, and it was obvious that it wouldn't be taking any baths any time soon.

Cula's teeth clicked together as she plodded forward, her coal black eyes straining to see ahead of her.  A burning taste arose in her mouth, and without stopping, she deposited that morning's meal of a pup, no more than a month old. It didn't provide much sustenance, but it was food, and that was pretty much all the Presa Canario cared about. She had been ordered by the Chief Raiders to go out and search for more food to bring back, and she was more than pleased to do so.  She hadn't gotten to the stage of the plague where it became nearly impossible to go out in sunlight, which is when most uninfected's roamed in false security.

As if on cue, Cula whipped her head up, her leathery noise twitching in the rotting air.  There was something mixed with it. Something... alive. One of the Aphyxa dogs. One of her next meals. Shaking, whether it be from excitement or weakness from the plague, she began tearing over the landscape, her rotting tongue lolling from her mouth.

It is Varcid, I'll change it.
Very good. c: We currently need the 'Queen' for the Varcid pack, would you fancy that role?
If not, download the map and friend :TailRotor: . Welcome to the Plague.

Hm... If no one else wants it, then I'll be willing to :3
And I will once I get online tomorrow. I'm on my laptop right now and it can't run FH

[:TailRotor:]

Oh heckie I might just have to join this o3o

User Name; Zarorah

Dogs Name; Cula

Gender; Female

Breed; Presa Canario

Status (Infected or Clean); Infected
-(Stage of Infection?); 3

Pack; (Is it Varcid or Vircid? It's Vircid on here, but Varcid on the website)

Rank; Raider

RP Sample(6+ Sentences);

Things had gotten bad quickly.  The sky had turned that sickening shade of brown years ago and showed absolutely no signs of changing back to its former, crystal blue shade any time soon. Decomposed bodies, both human and canine, littered the ground, and the air was stagnant with the scent of death.  From a building- an insane asylum, from appearance- came a stocky, muscular dog, its fawn colored fur balding in some places. Black patches littered the dog's sides, giving the appearance of bruises. If you were to get close enough, though, you'd find that this was actually dried blood, and it was downright putrid. It was obvious that this canine hadn't taken a bath in months, years even, and it was obvious that it wouldn't be taking any baths any time soon.

Cula's teeth clicked together as she plodded forward, her coal black eyes straining to see ahead of her.  A burning taste arose in her mouth, and without stopping, she deposited that morning's meal of a pup, no more than a month old. It didn't provide much sustenance, but it was food, and that was pretty much all the Presa Canario cared about. She had been ordered by the Chief Raiders to go out and search for more food to bring back, and she was more than pleased to do so.  She hadn't gotten to the stage of the plague where it became nearly impossible to go out in sunlight, which is when most uninfected's roamed in false security.

As if on cue, Cula whipped her head up, her leathery noise twitching in the rotting air.  There was something mixed with it. Something... alive. One of the Aphyxa dogs. One of her next meals. Shaking, whether it be from excitement or weakness from the plague, she began tearing over the landscape, her rotting tongue lolling from her mouth.

It is Varcid, I'll change it.
Very good. c: We currently need the 'Queen' for the Varcid pack, would you fancy that role?
If not, download the map and friend :TailRotor: . Welcome to the Plague.

Hm... If no one else wants it, then I'll be willing to :3
And I will once I get online tomorrow. I'm on my laptop right now and it can't run FH

No one has stepped up to the plate, and it would be helpful. c:
I'll be on FH tomorrow, and we can talk more.

[Zarorah]

Oh heckie I might just have to join this o3o

User Name; Zarorah

Dogs Name; Cula

Gender; Female

Breed; Presa Canario

Status (Infected or Clean); Infected
-(Stage of Infection?); 3

Pack; (Is it Varcid or Vircid? It's Vircid on here, but Varcid on the website)

Rank; Raider

RP Sample(6+ Sentences);

Things had gotten bad quickly.  The sky had turned that sickening shade of brown years ago and showed absolutely no signs of changing back to its former, crystal blue shade any time soon. Decomposed bodies, both human and canine, littered the ground, and the air was stagnant with the scent of death.  From a building- an insane asylum, from appearance- came a stocky, muscular dog, its fawn colored fur balding in some places. Black patches littered the dog's sides, giving the appearance of bruises. If you were to get close enough, though, you'd find that this was actually dried blood, and it was downright putrid. It was obvious that this canine hadn't taken a bath in months, years even, and it was obvious that it wouldn't be taking any baths any time soon.

Cula's teeth clicked together as she plodded forward, her coal black eyes straining to see ahead of her.  A burning taste arose in her mouth, and without stopping, she deposited that morning's meal of a pup, no more than a month old. It didn't provide much sustenance, but it was food, and that was pretty much all the Presa Canario cared about. She had been ordered by the Chief Raiders to go out and search for more food to bring back, and she was more than pleased to do so.  She hadn't gotten to the stage of the plague where it became nearly impossible to go out in sunlight, which is when most uninfected's roamed in false security.

As if on cue, Cula whipped her head up, her leathery noise twitching in the rotting air.  There was something mixed with it. Something... alive. One of the Aphyxa dogs. One of her next meals. Shaking, whether it be from excitement or weakness from the plague, she began tearing over the landscape, her rotting tongue lolling from her mouth.

It is Varcid, I'll change it.
Very good. c: We currently need the 'Queen' for the Varcid pack, would you fancy that role?
If not, download the map and friend :TailRotor: . Welcome to the Plague.

Hm... If no one else wants it, then I'll be willing to :3
And I will once I get online tomorrow. I'm on my laptop right now and it can't run FH

No one has stepped up to the plate, and it would be helpful. c:
I'll be on FH tomorrow, and we can talk more.

Alrighty c: