Pack: The Circle of Helusion
Name: Vladimir
Age: 2 1/2 years - Young Adult
Gender: Male
Breed: German Shepherd Mix
Personality: Vladimir is a laid-back individual with an otherwise friendly and polite manner. He enjoys the company of others and will listen attentively to them if they have something to say, often giving advice if the can. Vlad dislikes conflict and tries to avoid it best he can, but will not hesitate to fight if he is needed.
Strengths: Vladimir has a large build and strong hind legs for leaping great distances.
Weaknesses: Vlad's distaste for violence could be considered a weakness. It has definitely gotten him wounded in the past.
Anything else: N/A
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RP Sample (From another RP I did a while ago.) : Ayashe shoved herself out of the vent, clenching her teeth against the pain it caused as the metal scraped her flanks. She shot forward and somersaulted into the open before collapsing, her back on the dusty pavement. Her head hurt now and she was completely dazed from her disastrous escape. It had taken an hour of ramming into the cover of the vent to knock the screws out, leaving her with a raging headache and ringing ears. She opened her eyes and she was on the verge of panic when Ayashe realized she couldn't see. Years in that facility without seeing the light of day had diminished her eye-sight.
Scrambling to her feet, Ayashe swayed and caught herself from crashing back to the ground. She raised her head and look around hopefully for anything to show her where she was. All but a blurry white circle above her was black. She clung to the light above her, relishing the sight even though it was no more than the dim image of the moon. Head still turned towards the sky, Ayashe put her nose to work, sniffing the acrid but fading smell of gasoline that still hung in the air from the countless days that cars sat where she stood. She focused on the cold air around her, inhaling the smell of the mountains and the scraggly spruce trees that still managed to find nourishment on this god-forsaken ground. Behind all of it was the lingering scent of death. She winced, remembering the faces of those who never came back to the kennels. Their cries still echoed in her head as they were worked on by the whitecoats. Remorse turned into frustration and anger as she remembered the ones who condemned her and all of the others in that building to endless suffering. What had been their purpose? Ayashe shook the thoughts away and advanced further from the facility. Her brown paws became sore from tripping over rocks and scraping her soft pads on the rough, new terrain. Somewhere along the line she stopped and sat down. Her nose still told her the Lab was still fairly close and she hadn't gotten very far. With a heavy sigh she slowly layed down, her head on her paws but eyes still open and fixed on the light in the sky. Others would come, she knew.
Note that this was a forum based RP, and I usually don't make my posts that big in-game. xD
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