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[meeeea]

Character name: Tallahassee

Species: Canine

Breed: German Shepherd x Timber Wolf x Indian Dog

Age: 4 Y/O

Gender: Female.

Accompanied By: Catherine Wayne - marine biologist.

Class?: Middle.

Appearance: A sable colored, slightly larger and muscular version of a German Shepherd.

Personality: Very strict about things, enjoys things to their fullest and loves to work. Warming up to her is very easy since she'll let almost anyone be her friend.

Extra: Nuffin.




Character name: Kez

Species: Canine

Breed: Labrador x German Shepherd

Age: 4 Y/O

Gender: Male

Accompanied By: Nobody.

Class?: Stray.

Appearance:  Look at ze photo.

Personality: A trickster - knows when and how to have fun and doesn't give a damn. He might seem sarcastic and rude at first but he's just a pup in an adult's body.

Extra: Nuffin.

[Celeyan]

The male husky mix had grumbled as he followed after his owner, his ears pinned back in annoyance as his girl walked him forward, occasionally running a comb through his already groomed fur. He was clean, and he wasn't pretty happy about that. Kaimbe was a naturally dirty dog- he went on adventures and what not, and usually when he came home to his girl, she'd be mad, but she wouldn't bathe him. Maybe it was a special day, and maybe he had to be clean today? He didn't really know what was going but, he didn't bother to dwell on his unhappiness for long- the excitement in the area was getting his spirit up quickly.

His tail began to wag at the sight of the many people, and his rather cold expression changed into one of a friendly dog, he looked at all the commotion, yet otherwise stayed calm and kept close to his girl. He had followed her as she had gotten the tickets, his ears picking up on some of the words but not much, for there was a lot more stuff to look at. The male had heard the words 'middle-class' before he stopped listening, his tail swishing behind him happily as he stared at all the other dogs and people. He felt his owner jerk him along at one point,  and he happily followed her. The male looked once more at all the other dogs, noticing some had collars- and some were strays. So many dogs to meet! He didn't have a collar like most did, though- it was mainly because his girl thought that collars were restricting. Kaimbe agreed.

He had agreed well, until a few seconds passed. Kaimbe had felt something slip around his neck, and he had yelped in response, looking up to see his girl giving him a small look of 'I'm sorry'. He looked to the side- to see a rather thin necklace. What was this? It felt weird. The male husky mix had given her a look of irritation and surprise. The girl ran her hand over his head to comfort him. "Sorry, boy, but I don't want the other humans to treat you like a stray." Kaimbe picked up on some words- and after getting a general understanding, just sighed and went on with it. At least it wasn't as tight as some of the collars looked, he had thought- eying the other dogs, in fact- it was pretty loose.

To anyone looking at his neck, they'd see a wonderfully carved heart- with the beautiful pattern of the flowers of the world, well adorned by the leaf-green lace that wrapped around the husky's neck. It had a forest-like feel to it, yet it had the lighting effect of a diamond with lights sharpened into spears of rainbows cutting into the darkness. It wasn't much, for when you'd first look at it, it'd be any ordinary necklace- one would have to stare harder in order to see the true beauty of the necklace.
 

((I'm changing his story, no more losing his owner. xD)
 

[SoulRevenge]

(Permission to join-o~?)

"Glen, at my own service,"

Species: Feline
Breed: Tuxedo Cat
Age: Three Years
Gender: Male
Accompanied By: No-one.
Class?: A stray, but that doesn't change how he acts.
Appearance: -above-
Personality: Upholding an absolutely disrespectful mannerism (with himself as an exception) Glen is an utterly self-centered, unappreciative and insulting prick. He'll pick one anyone, no-matter their position with society or their physical stance. So expect anything you've ever done or achieved to be entirely thrown aside when this feline is peeved at one person or another. Though he only upholds a foul mouth when it is mentioned around or used on him, perhaps fortunately for some. However he does show perhaps the slightest bit of appreciation towards some; those who 'served him well' in the past, or maybe they showed him kindness. Very, very rarely will he ever admit himself to be lesser than another. Although it has happened on one occasion, and on this occasion I will not go into detail with. If you are up for a brilliantly plan out joke though, he's always looking for recruits; with him being the brain of the situation.
Extra: None

[Jackkdaw]

((Permission granted. -salute-
  X3 All are accepted. Welcome!

[DancingWithDeath]

Calero
Calero walked to a waterbank, as she felt afraid of her past. She has not met another dog for years. Calero lapped up the water, and suddenly her neck chain fell in the water, "Oh no, my collar! DOGGONE THIS BLOODY RIVER!!!!!" she growled. She jumped in the water to swim after her chain.

[duna the killer]

Spirit sat down. She, Mimi, and her family were waiting to board the ship, The Titanic. Spirit had heard great things about it, but didn't know what it was. Now she knew it would be sailing across the Atlantic Ocean to New York City. Mimi looked at her, "Hey Spirit...this thing scares me. What are we doing?"
"We are going across the Atlantic Ocean to the United States. Freedom!"
Mimi smiled, wagging her stubby tail. Spirit felt a tug on her leash. Looking, up she saw the Alpha of her pack. He was a man with a medium sized belly with a balding head and dark skin. He had a pretty mate with two pups, who always played with Spirit and Mimi. The Alpha tugged the dog's leashes, and through the legs and knees she saw a man giving a speech about the Titanic, how it was unsinkable and God himself couldn't sink it. The line slowly moved forward, each speaking with the guy about 'Class'. Spirit didn't understand this, and it took a while until her family met with the guy. The Alpha spoke with him, saying they were 'First Class'. Whatever that meant.

[Jackkdaw]

[[Updated current events. Get 'yo tails on board! >;3

[sparticles]

Letica
Letica allowed her tail the wag as she impatiently waited in line, flicking her long fluffed ears as she glanced behind her seeing yet another stray board the shit. "Ugh, what a pest.." She moaned looking at the Dalmatian, and another dog shortly followed causing a snarl to erupt from her thoat. "Come on Letica, we're boarding now" Rosa smiled as she picked up two bags and allowing James to get the rest. Letting out a yip the fluffed canine sprang forward and trotted onto the ship-her tail whipping to and fro in excitement as she glanced around the Titanic. "So it is better than its made out to be!" She grinned looking up at her humans as they spoke to one of the guards and were told where to go. Hurrying the group of three entered the inner part of the ship that had the famous stair case-it was the most beautiful thing she had seen. "I think we go up here?..." James shrugged as he lead them up the huge stairs and down a corridor that held many large rooms-and there was their room '118' carefully the door was opened and revealed was a first class luxary room, and boy was it huge. Letting out yet another yip Letica trotted into the room with her head held high-like most of the wealthier canines did. The Poodles tail continued to wag as she entered the large door and looked around, there seemed to be a king sized bed for the humans and ofcourse Letica had her own bed which was rather large-and in the shape of a king sized bed but obviously a little smaller. Smiling she padded towards the bed then lept onto the medium sized bed, her tail wagging as she seated herself down. James and Rosa soon entered the room and placed down their bags, shutting the door then placing out their things in neat places.




Indie
Indies ears perked as she heard the muttering of voices near by, poking her head out from behind the crates she caught the words "Everyone must board' and by this she suggested the ship would soon be leaving. Satisfied she would be staying on the ship Indie trotted along the wall of the ship glancing around, then turning down a corridor-maybe she would be mistaken for a 'Middle Class' dog since she was quite clean for a stray. Many unfamiliar scents wafted through the faes nose causing her to glance basically everywhere. Seeing two dogs hidden under a chair she tilted her head, another figure soon darted past her causing her to turn her head-seeing a human run across the ship chasing after the canine screaming and shouting as he scowled at her. "Shoot!" She growled as she sprinted out of sight and hid behind some crates yet again, once everyone boarded she guessed it would be easier to have more of a good time. Grinning she sat at the edge of the crates with her head peering around the corner-the three canines still in sight and she guessed they were strays, or maybe they're in one of the higher classes but had snuck on. Yawning the Dalmatian lowered onto her stomach and placed her head on her paws waiting for all to board the shit.




Tyrone
Tye glanced around in excitement as he began to whine eager to get onto the ship-his tail continuously wagging as he reared onto his hind legs letting out a few yips. The line seemed to be moving quickly, but not quick enough for him. Looking up at John he shoved his humans leg and let out a bark, the two seemed to be chuckling at him. "Its alright boy, we'll be on before you know it!" Amy reassured bending down and petting the canine-then standing back up as they were asked for their tickets. Handing them over and getting them checked they finally boarded the ship, the Staffys eyes lit up as he reared up once again and let out many yips of excitement-wheeling around in many circles and letting out grunts like his breed usually does. Without wasting time the small family headed off towards their room, excitement seemed to overwhelm the brute as he shot off down the stairs, stumbling down the last few and sliding across the newly polished floor. The chuckles of his humans filling the hall as they headed down the corridor and to their room-entering they began to unpack. Tye, as hyperactive as he is began darting in and out the different rooms with his tongue lolled out his mouth and his tail up and wagging.

[rainbow lion]

     Aztec prowled through the docks. Many and I mean many humans were piling onto what seemed to be a flat mountain with three collums puffing steam out. Her body tried to thread through the many pairs of feet. A foot gave a harsh kick at her. Hissing Aztec bolted away, only to find herself still stuck in the forest of humans. As she continued to wander aimlessly she felt the ground beginning to rise under her paws. The feline found herself on a boarding dock still being pushed along by countless humans. Another one tried to kick at Aztec but she jumped to the nearest place out of reach. A massive horn sounded and that spooked her greatly. Aztec scurried across the deck and dove into a pile of ropes.[color]

[SoulRevenge]

Glen

 The large ship before him, in all its glory, was fit for a king in Glen's eyes. Or perhaps more accurately, fit for him: a self-centered, unappreciative and somewhat charming brat, but royalty nonetheless. So it was someone natural that the adventurous feline had the urge to board- not that it would be a problem for him. There where bounds of pets and their owners boarding right now, and it didn't seem like the ticket-holders minded their entrance at all. Simply squeeze in with a family that either doesn't have a pet or does, and he'd be fine. Or of course there was making a quick 'dash' for it- run under the humans' legs, avoid the ticket-holders' gaze, and thereafter explore the grand brilliance of this ship. Not that he liked water or anything, of course, but this was surely a high-class adventure. Glen held very high standards, so why the hell not?
  "Dashing. Dashing is best. I'm dashing," He muttered to himself, shoulders hunched when- in a short flash of black and white fur, the cat was avoiding legs with a sense of well-practiced skill, though did brush into someone lightly, which caused them to glance down. But naturally, Glen was beyond them at this time. Only when he got close to the one receiving tickets did he suddenly stop and hold himself up against the wall. This was momentary, for as soon as the holders attention had been placed fully on the handful of tickets he had just receive did the cat barge forward: skidding slightly to the left before, finally, entering through the beautifully formed doors.
  It took a small time to deduce that this was more of a dog's trip than a cat's: with the occasional hound lining up to be checked. All felines were either hiding or simply not present. With a sense of ease, the cat treaded more lightly. Glen's ears were perked up in a manner of interest as he strutted noiselessly across the glossy floor, and his footsteps made barely a sound. Truly educational, this trip would be.