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The workhouse in World War II is a cruel and lonely place as the French & German bombs begin to fall. The heavy drones of the planes are frightening and the wail of the air-raid sirens are even worse. From the underground shelters you can hear the whistle of the bombs as they fall and the explosions as they destroy innocent lives. Dogs are fighting everywhere; and the ones in workhouse cages are almost rotting to their bones. People are running and shrieking as homes are brought destruction; tearing families apart. There is nowhere to run.
You can't trust anyone anymore.
Not even your own family.
One Last Time is a semi-literate and semi-realistic street dog roleplay based in World War II, thus the name Bomber II. We are brand new and hope to enjoy our time here, while the roleplay is still running, and gain many friends and members. You should be able to tell the plot from the opening paragraph, and you probably had made your decision from there. We will soon move in-game around January, and we have a website/forum in the making. We hope to stay active!
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The Law
No supernatural powers. This is a semi-realistic roleplay. Dogs can't fly and they can't explode either. Unnatural eyes and little things are okay, as long as they're not neon everything.
Respect and be respected. You wouldn't like it if someone was rude to you, isn't that right?
Hate the character, not the player. Roleplay, roleplay, roleplay.
You can't start off air-raid sirens. Only moderators and leaders can do this.
Don't attract too much attention. We don't need people throwing themselves off cliffs.
This is semi-literate. We don't need long lines, just alright grammar.
No puppy-pets allowed. Without permission at least; but sooner or later you will be asked to become a stray. See? This is a street dog roleplay.
No inappropriate behavior. Easy on the cursing, aye? Nothing that you think is overly disgusting.
That's about it! Please keep informed with these rules because they will be edited or more will be added to them overtime. Now go get your fluffy butts out there and have fun.
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Character Application
You may be added to the group, but you're not an official player until you fill out your character application. You cannot hold a rank without an application, either. So it's best to fill it out as soon as possible! In your little bio, you must include:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Personality:
Eye color:
History:
Stray-wise:
Description
Biography
Picture:
Extra:
Stray-wise means 'how did he/she become a stray?' You must fill out name, gender, age, personality, eye color, description, and picture. But it would be appreciated to fill out the entire form. Feel free to ask questions! Soon we may include a document that holds free characters which you may take up and roleplay. Send it either to a moderator or leader in PM or post it on the group's wall. It will be approved if satisfactory.
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Hierarchy
''A system in which members of an organization or society are ranked according to relative status or authority.''
Every clan has a hierarchy; including this one. Even though this huge clan is divided into smaller families and groups; we all have a position and appliance, so therefore we loyally stick to it.
Leaders look after the pack and keep them safe whenever possible, keeping everything in order and giving honest guidance to their families when needed. These will be the top dogs.
Deputies help the pack and also give guidance, taking control when leaders are not there.
Bomber dogs search through unsafe bombed buildings to find any material or food that could be good use to the pack, and sometimes bring more members along the way.
Hunters don't usually hunt, since the bombs have driven most animals to extinction. These dogs go through trashcans and steal from bakeries and butcheries, bringing home whatever food they may find.
Messengers travel from tunnels to stations and back to railroads, gathering news and telling everyone about meetings and such. These dogs usually carry a barrel around their necks for notes and medicine.
Apprentices are often known as warriors-in-training. Warriors do most of the above, hunt, heal, and sometimes take messages and search through bombed buildings.
Elders are old dogs that can no longer go through with their duties.
Shamans are healers that bandage you up and apply medicine in times of need. These dogs are usually guidance counselors also.
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Territories
Not placed yet.
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Website & Forum
Not placed yet.
You may post.
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Name: Viva
Gender: Femmora
Age: 2 in a half y/o
Personality: Please meet her! :3
Eye color: A caromel and sky blue oculars.
History: Never says.
Stray-wise: Generous to strays but has a passion for a love/hate relationship.
Description: (http://i42BannedImageSite/54f3ar.jpg)
Biography: "I will never say.."
Picture: (http://i42BannedImageSite/54f3ar.jpg)
Extra: She has a bandana with the name "Elsa" imprinted on it, with a sky/ice blue writing.
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Nice ;3;
We'll start roleplaying once we get a few more floofs in.
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( Thanks! :3 I'm going to change my pic here it is. (http://i43BannedImageSite/6tpm4p.jpg)
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I like them both.
Something unexpected has happened and I can't be active enough to run it properly for the time being. So Tariri and Taxmania, I'm placing you as betas - you will be leaders until I'm ready to come back. Sorry. :c
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Alright, Tech. <3 We'll make sure everything run smoothly until you return. Should we start?
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Alright. Hope everything is okay Techy! )
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The scrawny male stalked through the barren streets, large ears flung up. He had to scout the area and collect as many food he could carry until the damn bomber airplanes arrived. Keeping a low profile, the young Wolf hybrid slowly weaved through the streets until he could smell blood in the distance. Sniffing the cold, crisp air, he started to pick up the pace- his overgrown claws clicking against the ruined concrete. His silver eyes scanned the foggy area, only the glittering crimson stains catching his eye. He slowly approached, seeing it was a feline- throat ripped up and sides torn. The young male huffed, raising his muzzle to boom out a deep howl. He needed to contact Viva.
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Viva's folded ears flung back she then sighed nuzzling a downed human as it screamed "NO! COME BACK! HELP!" crying as it thrashed painfully, Viva's ears pinned back she then howled with a message saying "Come as soon as possible a human got hit with the round thing that seem to blow up, it's a c-child." The howl seemed to echo with sadness, Viva trotted back to the child and went underneath it's arm as it cries in pain as she tried to lick the wounds and lay by it, the child hugged Viva tightly until Viva coughed giving the child a hint she was hugging to hard, hearing the cough the child loosened up the hug.
Theme Song; "It's Time" By Imagine Dragons, "Demons" Imagine Dragons
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Name: Icess
Gender: Female
Age: 2 1/2
Personality: "ARE YOU CRAZY!? GHOSTS ARENT EVEN REAL!" She hates it when someone thinks ghosts are real.
Eye color: Left eye is blue, the other eye is violet.
History: "It sounds depressing." Her father had a depressing life, he tried killing himself everyday. When Icess was 6 months old, her father finally died. She missed him everyday and her mother comforted her.
Stray-wise: Yes.
Description
Biography
Picture: Her picture is at the top, look at it.
Extra: She has a violet bling collar with the name "ICESS" printed on it due to being a pet in the past.
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[[ Using my real life dog to base off of as a character!]]
I N D I E
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' I knew you were T R O U B L E when I walked in.'
Name | Indie
Gender | Female
Breed | Bulloxer [ American Bulldog and boxer mix ]
Age | 2 Y/O
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Personality | Indie is as she appears, friendly, but she gets nervous and snappy at times. She remains friendly to those who she first meets, but if she decides you are on her bad side, she will avoid you. She has a hard time trusting anyone in the beginning, but she knocks down the wall once she gets to know you. Her stubbornness often gets her into fights with those that she clashes with, and she has a few scars from it. She is still young and hyper, and she thinks she knows it all. She tries to be dominant, and that leads her into trouble most of the time. She doesn't like anyone speaking or asking of her past, because frankly, she doesn't like what happened in it. She has plenty of skill when it comes to the street, her knowledge of fighting is a bit overboard as well. She ha spent her life examining, and getting wiser because of this. Believe it or not, her hunting and agility skills are quite impressive, her small body is baked up with plenty of muscle.
Appearance | She has a golden/tan pelt that shines in the light. Her body is small, but extremely fit and athletic. Brown eyes that sometimes turn caramel, especially in the light. She has a small amount of white on her toes, muzzle, and chest, and a smokey black maw.
History | She comes from a long line of Bulldogs and boxers, being born into a house that never knew what they were doing. They bred and sold puppies to anyone, and indie was sold to an abusive dog fighting system. She grew up training to attack other dogs. The day she escaped was the day her first fight went on, she still remembers the cage opening and her running out into the small dirt area. A giant black pit bull stood waiting for her. The fight ended with one dead, and it obviously wasn't Indie. When her owner went to open the cage, she bolted underneath his legs and ran right out of the run down shack with no doors. She escaped into the streets, a year and a half has gone by, and she feels safe enough at this point.
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Stray-wise | Yes, for the most part she is wise about the streets.
Availability | Mostly on weekends, but weekdays are possible.
Extra | None.
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Name: Biskit is the pup's name.
Gender: She is a female pup.
Age: Biskit is only eight and a half months old.
Personality:
Eye color: She has warm, chocolate-brown eyes
History:
Stray-wise:
Description
Biography
Picture:
Extra:
THIS IS A WIP.
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( @Mayah, Accepted. @Chelsea, Accepted. @Meowers, Accepted. )
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I N D I E
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' I knew you were T R O U B L E when I walked in.'
A cold wind chilled the female's body from shoulder blade to tail tip. Her fur stood against the flow of her spine, she could smell others nearby. Her radars lifted, taking in any small vibrations in the air. She felt uneasy, stepping through rubble full of glass shards. She was careful to place every step according to plan. This building was unsafe, even for a K-9 such as herself. She lowered her maw to the ground, and took in another large sniff of oxygen. Nothing but other dogs in the area, and what seemed to be a rat or varmint of some sort. She was hungry, and the other night wasn't so successful in finding food. Her eyes settled for a moment and she found herself stopping once again. This time, her ears picked up a familiar howl. It had been the howl of Gin, curiously, Indie made her way towards the sound. Having got past the patch of glass, she picked up her pace. She escaped the building with a leap through a broken window. The outside was much colder than that abandoned building. She quickly picked up the scent of blood, but ignored it. blood was a common scent during these days, and so was chemicals.
Indie found herself weaving through corners of buildings, and a sudden sight brought her to a stop. It was Gin, sitting next to what appeared to be torn up remains of an animal. She cocked her head and lowered her nose towards the dead animal. It smelled exactly like a cat, but it had that old, dead, rotten smell to it. The female sat and changed her opticals back to Gin " What? did you find yourself a new friend?" Indie chuckled sarcastically. What was so important about a dead, mangled cat, Indie didn't see the big deal in it, but then again she never truly saw the big deal in anything. " Well sorry to break it to you Gin, but your new friend is dead." She took a few steps closer, the sight of the dead cat didn't disturb her. She had a natural hate for felines, as any usual dog would. They were simply put here for her own convenient chew toy, is what she thinks.
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The feminine husky walked and saw as a cold gust of wind blew into her fur. Her curled tail blew in the wind. The white she-dog approached a thunderpath with a bunch of monsters on it. She remembered her brother getting hit and killed by a monster. She has seen many dogs chase monsters in her life. She has never tried chasing a monster. She jumped at the thunderpath, following the monsters.
OOC: Oh, and Icess' theme song is Tell Me What The Rain Knows.
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Gin had seen the other fae approach, glittering eyes narrowed with pupils dilated. "Shut your trap- I need you to take this and bring it back to camp. I'm still looking for something." Turning away from Indie, the small male pierced the air with another howl directed towards Viva. "Ugh, nevermind, I still have some shit to do." He rumbled, starting to cascade down the foggy streets while trying to locate Viva. Sight was useless for a dog here.
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||Viva|| Viva let out another howl saying "Hurry! Her palms are as cold as ice." She whined still sitting by the human child, she yawned she then looked to the human child and nuzzled it, with a small cold sigh.
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The bi-color brute tattered down the street, keeping his large ears pricked up while he inhaled the dusty scents of the barrren streets. Currently, he was Alpha, and that required a lot of hard work he wasn't used to. Usually, he never went throug the city like this, and he didn't like it either. The strong smell of dried blood wafted up to his nostrills, making Gin halt and scrunch his muzzle up with a snort. Human. Just like Viva stated. Opening his jowls, the young male boomed out a bark and started to pelt towards the scent -- only to find Viva laying beside a human child. He furrowed his brows, cautiously stepping closer and sniffing the air. "What are you doing? Leave that thing alone." Gin rumbled, pulling his lips into a snarl while backing up.
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Viva's lips curled up showing her menacing teeth as she stood upsetting her sharp tongue roll "EXCUSE ME! But I remember THE Mission was to live and HELP survivors!" She growled lowly pointing to the child with her paw she then said "AND THAT IS A SURVIVOR IS IT NOT?!" Her tail bristled as the human child started to cry, Viva sighed she then said "It won't be a good idea to not help it Gin." She lifted her maw to the air she then said "Humans! Run." With a small yip she hid behind the dumpster watching the child her pupil's dilated as they shot the child she growled lowly her fur bristled up once again and her ears flung back she then launched at the humans as they screamed but one stayed and aimed a gun at her, she went into wolf mode again blind and it was like the only two in the word were her and the human, the human fired as she leaped up dodging the bullet and stepping on the gun causing it to fly out of his reach, Viva snarled loudly she then barked loudly as the human ran. Viva panted she then looked around she was so dizzy, wobbling around as her leg and shoulder bled by the bullet, she looked around she saw 3 dumpsters and 2 Gins, before falling to her abdomen.
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"It'll just-" Gin's scolding was interrupted by a loud gunshot, and then Viva dissapeared from view. A bullet flew past him, slashing the skin on his shoulder. Surprised, he jumped back, teeth bared as he backed up towards the dumpster. Viva's dark shape mingled with the human's, crimson splattering the air along with the fae's shriek of pain. Gin jumped forwards, snatching Viva by her bloody scruff an lifting her up obto his shaking shoulders. "Hang in there Viv, we're going home." Lips quivering, the scrawny male started to pull himself towards camp with eyes soaked with tears. He needed to get her back.
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Viva winced in pain as she was being hauled onto her best friend's shoulder, she looked around as she saw soldiers suddenly come rushing as she blinked slowly she then mumbled in pain "Run.. I'll hold them off." She coughed as she slid off the brute's back she then stood up her limbs shaking she lowered her maw to the ground then brought it up with a piercing howl, as her eyes turned golden and her fur bristled as she launched at the soldiers growling loudly she ripped the gun out of the human's reach as it's came with the gun she growled lowly behind her was two more soldiers she growled not knowing she yelped she felt something pinch or more like stab her on the neck. Her limbs began to shake she howled again getting stronger the human's shocked looked at each other they all knew what to do a soldier launched at her holding her maw shut and putting a full tranquilizer in her blood making her go into deep sleep. As she fell to the ground, the soldiers grabbing her by her scruff as she was dragged to a helicopter about to be hauled onto it.
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|| Harvey, Lead Alpha ||
Harvey padded along the streets quickly, his paws making a calm tup-tup noise against the damp, cold ground. His heart was beating fast - the bomber aircrafts could arrive at any given time. The scents were tantalizing, especially since he was going straight past the butcher and bakeries. No. He could scavenge after. He could actually taste the stench of rotten blood and smoke as he padded along the bombed streets. Many buildings were still blazing with fire since the week before.
It was a long time before he recognized the sound. The heavy drones of the bomber planes came closer and closer until eventually the air-raid siren began to sound, shrieking and wailing its dreadful wail. His heart started beating even faster as it had before, and he started to run and leap over the heavy piles of rubble and broken bricks. Suddenly he started howling before he realized it, unable to stop. He was calling the rest of his dogs. His heavy voice echoed around the streets, hoarse from lack of use. Harvey swerved into a bombed apartment building and ran down an underground stairs that led to a large mineshaft/railroad. It was the main shelter for the clan, and it was safe.. for now.
He curled up and waited, hoping that at least one of the dogs of his pack would hear him and return to the shelter soon enough. He sighed and wrapped his tail around himself. The screams and wails above the ground were muffled and very low under the safety of the metal walls.
He was aware of nothing else.
//Thank you everyone, and you two (Tax & Tariri) for joining and accepting any applications. Hopefully I will be able to return for good soon.
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||Viva||
Viva's eyes shot over to Gin who was shot with a bullet she then screamed "GIN!!!" Loud enough for anyone to hear she got up as she snapped her jaws onto human necks as all of them fled she laid down next to Gin her eyes filled with tears she then said "No...Gin. Hold on we are going home." She grabbed his scruff and put him on her back she howled giving her more strength as she heard her leader's howl she trotted to him she then coughed and said "They killed a human child and tried to take me and Gin." She panted sitting by her leader. She could still remember the child's frozen face. She whined and slid Gin off her back lightly she then said "Anything we can do about Gin...?"
//No problem thank you for returning. :3 )
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Oh, ad when I said monsters, I meant cars. I read warriors.))
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( Thanks for the note! :3 )