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« on: May 24, 2013, 05:14:54 pm »
------In a post-apocalyptic world, nuclear war had left most major cities in ruins.-----
Surviving human beings
have disappeared into the wilderness to escape the shambled cities. Many creatures including humans
were affected by the high levels of radiation in some cities, mutating them into vicious flesh-eaters.
Some fortunate dogs and cats, however, had survived and found shelter from the nuclear wasteland in
one of the run down cities, which was simply abandoned and war-battered, but safe from radiation. Each
day is a struggle of survival for the animals living in this sanctuary; a struggle to find non-infected food &
water, and a war to survive the mutated wilderness & ward off the freakish, zombie-like mutated creatures.
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Character name: Flak
Breed: German Shepherd/Siberian Husky/Grey Wolf Mix
Appearance: Body structure of a German Shepherd, only slightly larger. His pelt is jet black with a
white patch running down his throat to his chest, white toes on his forelegs, and white sock markings
on his hind paws. His eyes he gets from his husky side, piercing, crystal blue irises. He has the bushy tail
of a wolf, which often curves upward in a hook.
Age: 5
Mate: N/A
Pups: N/A
Background: Flak was the dog of a small family in a small town. When the nuclear war began,
their town was destroyed, swept away by the intense blast of a nearby nuclear explosion.
Wandering the wilderness with his only surviving human, he sought to protect the man, but
failed when they were attacked by a band of human survivors who killed Flak's human in their raid.
Personality: Flak is extremely protective and aggressive, and will give anything to keep those
close to him safe after his failure with his human. He has adapted to be a great fighter and survivalist
in the wasteland in which he lives.
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The mix breed mutt wandered along the cracked, empty streets of the enormous abandoned city which he had
dubbed "Ruin City." Each building had gaping holes in it somewhere, the paint and bricks chipping away, each
window shattered, and was in some way leaning on its foundation. Vines and moss had begun to
creep up the sides of the cracked buildings, making the city's years of abandonment visible. Flak let out a huff
from his nostrils and stopped, standing up straight to do a sweeping scan of his surroundings, his large ears swiveling on his head. There was never
time to be off guard in this world anymore.