Ivy is a good size for her age, weighing in at 28 pounds and standing on the taller end for her breed. She has long limbs, ears that don't quite fit her head, and a long body. When she grows into herself, she will weigh in around 50 pounds and stand nearly 27 inches tall at the shoulder. She has an intelligent look about her, and a playful, mischievous curiosity runs rampant in her gaze.

Ivy's eyes are a brilliant blue, matching her downy coat impeccably. White hairs are mixed in with blue slate, black, and gray ones to form the blended cattle dog ticking. Black coloring is most prominent on her head, ears, forming circles around her eyes via the tear ducts, and shoulders. A darker stripe of fur crosses her lower jaw, giving her a sort of "second smile" when viewed at the right angle.

A streak of white is chalked on her forehead, and her tail tip is a matching color. She has a sort of facemask made up of lighter fur, though it is a deeper slade color around her eyes and tracing the sides of her nose and muzzle. Her underbelly gradients to white from her chest and halfway up her ribs.

Ivy's streakier coat often makes her appear coarse and unkempt, though in reality, she is extremely soft and keeps herself relatively clean for a puppy her age. Ivy walks with an eagerness to her steps, and, when her tail wags, it does so in a propeller motion rather than back and forth. Tiny white teeth and a lolling pink tongue are often visible as this chipper little pup grins her little doggy grin, which is quite gummy at the moment as her adult teeth have started to replace baby ones.

Personality

Ivy is as eager as her bouncing walk suggests: eager to please, eager to learn, eager to be the best. Nothing seems to put her in a defeated mood, unless, of course, an adult snaps at her for playing too rough with their extremities. She is incurably curious but has enough sense in her young mind not to follow through with every whim she thinks up. This pup is an extremely energetic one; while she is relatively quiet and keeps to herself when told or when alone, as soon as someone offers to play, or when she is given a job to do, the zoomies kick in and she is off.

She is quite playful, but, especially when playing with older dogs, she fights dirty. Ivy will go for the jugular, the testes, headbutt ribcages, pull fur, bite ears,... But she is learning, sometimes the hard way, to avoid such things. She will still nip at heels and bulldoze others over. Around smaller dogs, though, Ivy has learned to be careful; furious adults in such a gang as hers are... not to be crossed. Ever.

She is an antisocial dog for the most part, not always interested in common puppy activities, but always ready to be set on something. Ivy's intense, innocent-yet-macabre nature is enigmatic; she's a sweetheart when she isn't trying to castrate during playtime. There is, of course, a large part of her that wants to be the best, and this dog tries hard to ensure that her skills are top notch. Ivy play fights, practices hunting and begging, being fast and strong, and growing into the perfect little warrior. Another part of her is absolutely vicious. She does not mind death and can be very apathetic towards it.

Ivy is loyal to very few. Trust must be earned first; otherwise, she is wary and aloof. Once she trusts a dog, though, they have their own personal bodyguard for life and she will do everything in her power to keep them safe (she totally has small dog syndrome). She's smart, actively seeks out loopholes in rules and commands, and listens to almost nobody. She is the queen. It's only a matter of time -- "When I'm all grown up!" -- until she dominates the whole earth. Her goal is to, one day, lead the gang and make them the strongest, fiercest, "bestest" group in the world.

Backstory

She was taken in to the gang a few months ago. Two now? Three? Not four. Ivy can't really remember.

Affiliations

Kyan -- Big brother is always watching.

X Arlo X

"I am here for when you need me"

Age
4 years

Gender
Male

Breed
Jamthund mix

Rank
Second In Command

Gang
The Ghosts

Appearance

Arlo is a Jamthund mix. His Jamthund origins are most prominent. He has the stature and coloration that is most common for the Jamthund dog. It is suspected he is mixed with some breed of shepherd as well. His pelt is a mix of creams, browns, greys, and black. His pelt has two layers, making him hotter in the summer months but comfortable in the cooler months. Dark fur covers most of his body, roaming from the top of his skull, down the nape and spine, the sides of his ribs, backs of his shoulders, and the top of his curled tail. Creamy fur marbles and strokes his body along his neck, chest and belly. It also creates a stripe near his first ribs along his side, the rim of his ears, and his fluffy haunches. A soft brown mixes into his fur near his legs, neck, and a little on the end of his tail. However, the brown coloring is spotty and almost speckled along his darker sides.

Arlo has erect ears if he is on high alert, but the tips of them can flop occasionally, giving him a more goofy and approachable appearance. His tail is curled occasionally as well, but he can also let it rest and fall straight. His eyes are a soft brown color, mixed with dark amber. At the shoulder he is about 26 inches tall, and weighs in about 75 pounds. He has a leaner build, but is still quite strong.

The dog has no noticeable scars. But beneath his pelt he has some nicks and bruises from his life on the streets. Nothing major or worth noting, though.

His scent is one of wood, almost like a old campfire. Arlo's voice is smooth and a little deep.

Personality
| kind, honest, fair, determined, logical, street smart, strategic, loyal, open minded, can be charming and flirty, well mannered, no temper, selfless, dependable |

Arlo is a fair dog. He is not the kind to play games or be manipulative. The male does not thirst for power or attention. He is kind and selfless, often putting others first. He has a noble aura about him, which usually gains others' trust and even admiration. He has a strong moral compass that he will always follow. It is hard for him to cheat or lie, as he will end up feeling guilty for it later. The canine is always honest. He much rather face the nasty truth than sugar coat things. For that, he is hard to shake or rattle. The dog will usually go head first into conflicts without grimacing or shying away from them.

Arlo is logical and level-headed. He does not let his emotions get to him easily. He can control his temper and is quite patient, earning him a very mature personality. He thinks things through almost always, coming up with multiple solutions and piecing together plans and even backup plans. He does not like spontaneity. Instead, he likes having a plan. However, if things suddenly fall to crap, he can pull himself together and usually think quickly on his paws. He is a very dependable dog. If he says something, he will do it. And he will do his very best at going through with his plans and promises. His loyalty can be staggering. If he has decided that you are a friend or ally of his, he will do anything to prove it to you. His loyalty runs deep for those he cares about. And he has no problem showing it.

He is also quite open minded. New things don't scare him. In fact, he likes a challenge. He is usually quite active and he likes having to figure things out. Monotony will bore him eventually. The male is also a smooth talker and is able to charm others if he so chooses. He does not use this in any way to manipulate, however. If he is flirting with someone, it is because he genuinely likes them. He isn't some sick dog who plays with others' feelings.

Reputation
Sonora's trusty Second in Command. Known to be noble and fair.

Affiliations
Open!
Sonora - Good old friends with her. They grew up together, and he has even harbored some feelings for her.
Conri - Storng dislike for him for certain reasons.

Backstory
He grew up in the Ghost gang as a pup. He has been a loyal member ever since.

Other
Credit for stock goes to MetteHM on DeviantArt

l Vera l

"Don't touch me. Hell, don't even look at me."

Age
3 Years

Gender
Female

Breed
Husky and German Shepherd Mix

Rank
Member

Gang
The Grims

Appearance

Vera has a unique and beautiful coloring, almost coming off as a tiger. Her pelt is a collection of browns and amber tones, as well as midnight black. Most of her pelt is a mix of the soft browns and amber colors, which paint over her face, neck, and entire body. The few places where this coloration is not found would be her furry erect ears, muzzle, chest, and belly. Her ears are midnight black and rimmed with downy fur. Her muzzle and chest are also black. Along her belly is a soft cream shade. Across her entire body are tiger-like stripes, almost like a black marbling. Vera's tail is a big plume of amber fur. Vera's pelt is mostly longer and fluffy hair, making her look a little larger than she really is. Her frame stands at about 24 inches, and weighs about 60 pounds. She is quite light and lithe, meaning she is quite speedy and agile.

She has no noticeable marks or scars. Under her pelt, she has a couple nicks, but nothing out of the ordinary. Vera's scent smells like fresh spring rain. Her voice is smooth and silky and has a feminine tone.

Personality

| Complicated, very cold and stand-offish, almost shy, snappish, brutally honest, comes off as anti-social, diva, meek, spitfire, insecure, alone, protects herself |

Vera is a complicated dog. At first glance, she can seem somewhat calm and collected. At least from afar. Yes, if you stay away from her and out of her way, she seems almost normal. The female likes to be alone, or at least, that is how it seems. When she is in solitude, she can be the most placid. She has no problem sitting alone or finding stuff to do. It is the moment someone approaches her that her demeanor takes a turn.

Give her a single glance or maybe a simple greeting, and she becomes cold as ice. Her walls are like fortresses, as she has a hard shell that she wears like armor. She will be snappish and outspoken, even rash. There seems to be not one friendly bone in the canine's body. She has no issue with hurting others or being brashly honest. For that, some might call her brave. But most would probably call her a brat or a diva. Not that she thinks she's the best or untouchable or anything. But she really does her best to avoid attention. And when someone starts to focus on her, she feels threatened.

Inside her cold and almost inpenetrable shell, she is a little softer. A hint of compassion is still buried deep within her, but she almost never shows it. She doesn't want to be perceived as weak or soft or even nice. Instead, she must appear strong. Nonchalant. Rude. So others don't mess with her. Not ever again. She refuses to be someone's chew toy again. She's learned her lesson.

Vera finds it extremely hard to trust others. She never wants to put her life in someone else's paws. She looks out for herself and herself only. Her only responsibility is her own wellbeing. Never will she extend a helping paw to someone else.

She keeps this cold exterior as a strategy to live. To survive. Surrounded by ruthless dogs who are her gang, she must fit in. Or else she will be made fun of. She will be mocked, she will be made the Bait. It is all a coping stategy in order to survive. Because even with her gang, life is hard. Without them as protection? She would probably be dead in a week. Vera is only doing what she deems is necessary to live.

She is oddly emotional, but it doesn't show too often. When she gets like this, she cannot think logically and often acts on impulse rather than anything else.

But within her cold armor are little cracks that occasionally split. Small hints that show she isn't this tough and uncaring dog she tries to come off as. Truly, she feels alone and trapped. She doesn't think she fits in anywhere. Vera is actually capable of trust and even friendship, but it would take a special kind to show her that she can trust again. That she can depend on others and come out of her icy shell.

Reputation
Cold and snappish. Seems to have little to no compassion. Doesn't like to talk or socialize, either. Unless you wanna be snapped at.

Affiliations
She tries to keep these to a minimum.
Open to discussion.

Backstory
She was a stray for awhile. But eventually she was roped into the gang because she fell for someone within it. But truth was he was just toying with her. Then before she knew it, she was stuck in the gang for survival reasons.

Other
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Rue

Age

Just turned 3 years

Gender

Female

Rank

Bait

Gang

Grims

Appearance

Canis Panther

Rue is a solid dark slate gray color. She has the general build between a Doberman Pinscher and a Great Dane. Her shoulders are wider and more muscular like a Staffordshire Terrier. She is 80 pounds and 26 inches tall at the shoulder. Her almost black fur has the texture of a Great Dane or a Doberman Pinscher. She is underfed and her skin looks rather tight showing off her ribs.

Her left hip had been pulled until the nerves were damaged beyond repair. She now drags it around uselessly. Her leg has very little hair, because of the scar. Even if her hip still worked properly, she wouldn't be able to put weight on this leg, since it never set properly. She has extra muscle in her shoulders from holding herself up. She has a long whippy tail.

She has a broad Doberman Pinscher head. Relatively slim and not blocky, but plenty of strong jaw bone for a powerful bite. The snout isn't short and cut off like a bulldog. It's a normal length of snout. She has floppy ears. She has a large black nose great for sniffing. Her eyes are a dark brown. She has strong sharp teeth filling her mouth. She has a powerful neck, which is decently long but so stocky it looks short.

Personality

She is very grateful to be alive. However, she hates that she is so dependent on others. There is very little chance of her surviving on her own. Other than the monster, she feels like if she didn't need food she might be able to stay alive. However, with her bad leg, she could never hunt. She tries to stay positive and keep trying to be independent regardless. Although she doesn't like accepting help, by now she has learned when she needs it, and will more often than not accept if someone offers. She never asks for help now that she was joined the Grims. She doesn't want them to think that she is completely useless.

Many of the Grims dislike her and think she is a waste of space. She tries to stay away from them not wanting to remind them of her presence. She often skulks around and is quick to move out of their way. She doesn't want to get more injured than she already is. She is very good at dodging someone while taking minimal steps away from them. If they want to shove her around, she lets them, because she can normally control her fall. No one likes when their plans of being mean go wrong, and she doesn't want to make them angrier. She does avoid their snaps and bites because that could cause a wound she isn't sure she would recover from.

She's pretty fearful. She always on the look out for something trying to hurt her. She is afraid that she'll be hurt so much that she won't be able to do anything. She knows that would be her death sentence. She is very afraid that they won't consider her useful anymore, and abandon her. She is afraid of a slow death. She is quick to volunteer to help. If she is going to be forced to do it, she hopes that her attentive and quick to volunteer attitude will at least cause them to like her.

Reputation

She is known to be timid and skittish of other dogs. She talks to the ones she is close to a lot, but she tries not to let others get physically close to her. Most would probably see her as obsequious.

Affiliations

Aram is the one who took pity on an injured puppy and fed her and kept her alive. She is very thankful for him and would do anything for him.

Backstory

Bum ba da dum!!!

When she was a puppy (2 months old), the monster killed 2 of her littermates. One of them escaped, and she ended up maimed. She doesn't know what happened to any of them, but she assumes that they are dead. She fell through a crack into a basement, and the monster didn't think she was worth following since she was such a small piece of prey. She stopped attracting attention because she was shocked and senseless. Eventually, someone found her. Aram took pity on her and helped her survive. Eventually, they joined the Grims together for survival.

Strength/Weaknesses

She's a better fighter against another dog than you would think. She is still decently large and strong. She has strong jaws. She has learned to be mobile and agile in place.

She doesn't run fast. She gets tired quicker. She is also normally hungry and weak. Very fearful.

Name

Ace

Age

1 years

Gender

Male

Rank

Member

Gang

Ghost

Appearance

Doberman x German Shepard x Other

German Shepherd x malamute

pointed ears, golden eyes

tan, light brown, fluffy fur, skinny face

awkward and gangly

Personality

Ambitious, intelligent, protective, critical, unforgiving, prideful

Reputation

Affiliations

{ A R A M }

Credits for image go to EternalOcean on DA

Appearance

Aram stands at 26 inches to the shoulder, being quite standard for the malamute blood in him, which dominates his other crosses -- at least, it does as far as build is concerned. He has the telltale muscular frame of a working dog with powerful shoulders, a thick neck, and strong legs. His strides are long and carry a certain sort of energy to them, causing him to seemingly hop a little with each step. He has incredible strength and endurance as his father, a purebred Alaskan malamute, came from a line bred to be wheel dogs in sled teams, back when those existed.

His coloring comes from both parents. His eyes are a deep brown with amber flecks. His coat is short to medium in length, thick, and quite soft. Aram has much of the telltale malamute coloration: streaks of black, gray, and tan cover much of his body, leaving his legs and undersides relatively unmarked and white. His lower jaw and patches of his muzzle are also white, though he has much more gray and brown on his face and ears than a purebred dog would have. This comes from his dam, who was a truly colorful mutt.

Aram's tail does not curl very much, save at the very end of it, and he is not a talkative creature like his father's breed standard. He has a multitude of scars crisscrossing his body and the outside bottom of his left ear is quite ragged-looking. The more noticeable scars are, of course, seen where his fur is shortest: around his face and muzzle, along his legs, and on his ears.

Personality

Aram is not an outgoing dog, but he is not so reserved as to prevent any outside interaction whatsoever. He is wary, but he is not so prideful as to decline all help or friendly words when he needs them; he knows full well that his survival depends on others as much as it does himself. He has never been against socialization or working in a larger group -- he just hasn't put the time or effort towards doing so, and neither have the other loners he has come in contact with.

Aram is a dignified dog, in mannerisms and in thought. He is not crass, prefers to talk out conflict in his matter-of-fact "I would whup your hiney" sort of way, and is fairly slow to anger. His anger is manifest quietly -- cold words, cold shoulders, and cold claws solve his disputes. He does not see himself as above other dogs; he just is not one to act immature and can come across as snooty at times. He will, however, have no problem fighting dirty: Aram is a street dog, after all.

To those he calls friends, betrayal will never be an option. He would battle Death itself for those he cares about and wouldn't have a second thought about doing them a favor. Though, in regards to the latter, Aram will not participate in dark and demented activities, no matter who is asking. He believes that lives are important regardless of whom they belong to, and he will only take or destroy lives when there is no other choice -- or when he's hungry.

Aram's more hands-off nature and firmness with himself and others often causes him to be seen as grumpy or icy, though he doesn't necessarily mean to come across as such. Does he mind being perceived in such a way? Not really, since more pesky dogs are usually deterred. His firmness takes a fatherly tone to it around young dogs, though, which has backfired in the past, as he has taken a few youngsters under his wing at times.

Reputation

He's known to be a paternal character, but he's also known for his vindictiveness and refusal to be run over. He is a scary dog, though, and his quieter strength is not to be mistaken for total submission.

Affiliations

Rue -- He found her when she was quite little. He sort of adopted her and cared for her until they joined the Grims. He is extremely protective of her and, while she may be the bait, he is the bait's bait.

{ B R I G G A N }

Credits to fuzzy-raspberry on DA for images

Briggan is, officially, done growing upward -- from here on out, he will only grow out. Nobody can quite tell what breeds make him up; nobody bothers to try, really. There is clearly malamute and German shepherd -- that much is easy to tell, as he is Sonora's son. However, the rest of him is a bit more murky. He has doberman characteristics, maybe a bit of pointer. He stands at 27 inches and has a fairly muscular physique, though he is still filling into himself and looks rather lanky at the moment.

His coloration is that of an earth-toned rainbow that barfed all over a white dog. He has a wide array of reds, tans, blacks, silvers, grays, browns, and creams; there is a pattern to it all, but it is a vibrant combination. Odd, yet attractive at the same time. His base is white. From there, hints of coppery-red and tan streak the outside of his legs. This moves into a dustier brown riddled with slate hairs along his flanks and shoulders. By the time it reaches his stifle, his coloring has switched to a sootier gray and black with rusty hints; this is predominantly on top of his tail and sides.

The underside of his tail, as well as certain points along his torso and chest, are a creamier color. A saddle marking makes an appearance in black and deep grays; here, there is very little brown. As the darker colors wrap around his shoulders, a transition is made to russet red once again. His face is mainly this red-orange, tan, and creamy white. A darker M shape is centered on his forehead to define his cranium, and darker patches appear on either side of his eyes, too.

His eyes. Perhaps the most jarring part of the mix of colors, he goes from his contrasting brights and darks to shocking blue eyes. They are not an electric blue; no, his eyes are pale. So pale that at times they nearly appear white. They have a more sky blue appearance. Perhaps they could be classified as an icy blue, but regardless, they make his face pop all the more.

Personality

Calculating || Adventurous || Loyal || Cynical || Stubborn || Snarky || Sarcastic || Manipulative || Caring || Thoughtful || Altruistic || Logical || Distrustful || Driven

Basically a mean front with a mostly-softie underneath

Reputation

His most notable feature is being the bastard son of the boss. He is the local "nurse" for the older dogs. He is a skilled fighter, too, and is impressively stealthy despite his size. Being so young, though, he doesn't quite have a reputation.

Affiliations

Seeing eye dog for Vex

Sonora -- mother

Ace -- brother