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Description

GENERAL

Name: Tacita the Rebel
Name Meaning: Silent the Rebel
Nickname: Cita
Gender: Male /// Female
Age Puppy /// Adolescent /// Teenager /// Young Adult /// Adult /// Senior /// Elder
Pack: Dawn Pack /// Day Pack /// Dusk Pack
Rank: Hunter
Spiritual Standings: Questioning

APPEARANCE

Build: The figure she holds is slender and light built with short fur. Her fur is off white and has large to small spots of a brownish red coloring. Cita's legs are long and slender with a deepish chest for speed. The edge of her muzzle, nose, and belly have lost the fur and show her skin color. Her skin color is spotted and when wet, some of her spots will show through her short fur.
Fur Length: Short /// Medium /// Long
Height: Short /// Medium /// Tall
Weight: Light /// Average /// Heavy
Accessories: Cita owns three rags that she wrapped around her front legs and around her neck. The rags are dirty from the orange-sh sand that she runs in. When she was a pup and left to tend from another milk mother, Cita explored on her own and got burned in the sand.

PERSONAL

Likes: Flowers, Hunting, Digging, Running/Strolling
Dislikes: Her Parents, Forced Exceptions, Death of Pups

Flaws:
Mental- She tends to keep everything bubbling inside her. She'll just push everything on her shoulder, but that means she's easy to snap. Cita can have quite a temper once she snaps and explodes. Her snapping goes straight to violence. When she has a problem with someone she will also dismiss that off and say that it will go away. When the problem becomes too annoying, Cita will start to snap and ignore at that said person.
Physical- With her long legs and big-sh paws so she can trip over her own paws. Sometimes she will run too fast for her paws to carry her. Her front legs become sore quickly from the burns.
Talents: Running, Hearing, and Hunting

Personality: [Rebellious] [Quite*] [Guilty] [Unromantic]

Rebellious: Cita has been rebellious from the start. It was not unusual for her to get into trouble with other pups and honestly, just obeying milk mothers. She had a certain attitude and belief that she could do whatever she wanted. Her mother had a hard time taking accepting her personality and just let Cita do as she pleases. Her father, on the other hand, only became stricter with Cita with just about everything. Slowly, Cita became reasonable around her father form the mental abuse.

Quite*: Cita can only take so much when it comes to other dogs. She will be quite about her true feelings, concerns, and just anger about someone. She is the most quite around her father and mother. She hates her parents for her own reasons and most of her quietness will come after meeting with them. Even though she doesn't speak her true feelings, Cita can be an open book if you know what to look for. Her eyes will narrow and her body language will change dramatically.

Guilty: Tacita puts a too much weight on her shoulders. She takes responsibly too seriously especially when it comes to pups. Most of her guilt comes from her dead brother. She has become quite protective over puppies and sometimes feels that some Milk Mothers don't deserve to watch them. This hatred of Milk Mothers came from her own mother since she was less than one to her. Secretly, she disagrees with the spirits about killing off pups. She feels off about not being completely in love with the spirits like everyone else. She often feels as if something is wrong with her and that her timely death will be rough because of these thoughts. Honestly, she's scared to die because she believes she will one on one with the spirits.

Unromatic: Cita is incredibly realistic. She honestly believes that dreams you get you nowhere. During her whole life, she has been pushed to the ground and has no way of escaping her home land to start new. Her father has crushed anything stirring within her and she refuses to let that happen again. She is a hunter and that is all that she will ever be. She doesn't dream of starting new or being with anyone. She doesn't believe that she'll ever be anything more than just a Lux Hunter. Though, Cita doesn't have much a problem with that belief. It's just how things are.

History
[Puphood]
Tacita was born in a litter of five puppies. Her siblings were adorable and listened quite well. When they were a six months old one sibling decided to go out and explore the world. Little miss rebellious Tacita followed after him and paced around in the hot sand. The siblings split up to have their own adventure after having an argument of where to go. Cita was exploring for hours and the hot sand started to burn through her short fur. She darted to find some shade from the heat and tripped over a rock. Her head hit against an old human house and knocked her unconscious. The hot sand covered over her lower half and neck. The sand had burned into her skin and stripped her of her fur in certain spots. Hours later a Milk Mother found Cita and took her back to the den. That same Milk Mother patched Tacita up and told her: the spirits were warning Tacita to behave herself or she won't make it in this world. Later that evening they found Cita's sibling baked to death in the sand. Tacita blamed herself for the lost of her brother.

[Adolescent]
Cita was still rebellious after her experience with the sand. She stood out like a sore thumb against her obedient and ever so perfect siblings. They could always bring a smile to their mother's face, but Cita never understood why. Her father, Inanis the Cold, took Tacita under his wing for hunting. He often scolded her for her uncontrollable behavior and right out blamed her for her brother's death. He told her that she shouldn't have survived that day and for some odd reason she was still here. Tacita took that harshly and started to hate her father. They would spend day in and day out together hunting. She took in lessons and decided to go over and beyond his training. She wanted to prove to him that she was more than a bothersome offspring. Her hunting skills improved greatly, but her father never praised her. His insults and expectations only became harder to achieve and hear. When she finally would call it a day, Tacita would lay in her mother's den and just listen. Her mother never comforted her nor said a word.

[Teenager]
Closing in to her teenage year, Tacita had met a wonderful male, Maledixit (or Dixit). He was sweet, but was cursed with long fur in the Lux pack. It didn't take long for the two to become sweet towards each other. When her father caught them nuzzling in the shade, he demanded the two to never see each other again. Cita raged against him and refused to separate because Dixit had long fur. Inanis insulted her and threatened to kill Dixit if he ever even spoke to Tacita again. Dixit, scared, vanished into the sand and away from the Lux Pack. Cita hasn't been able to find him since and assumed that he was dead. When Tacita was at her Apprentice Ceremony and was eager to receive her name until she found out her father planned on naming her. She pleaded with the other Hunters to not let her father name her. They turned their heads at her and just said, "we'll see when he names you". At the end of the ceremony Cita was given the name Unworthy. She turned to the other hunters and glared. One hunter sighed and spoke to her father about the name. They agreed to change the name to Rebellious. Rebellious was given as a warning for her behavior against higher ranking canines, well that is what her father agreed to.

RELATIONS

Family List:
x. Inanis the Cold (father, alive) Hunter - Lux
x. Larva the Quiet (mother, alive) Milk Mother - Lux
x. Mel the Sweet (sister, unknown) Unknown rank and pack
x. Lapsus (died in the sand)
x. Libro the Creative
x. Half Sister (owned by =Whitefeathur )
x. tons of unknown siblings (mother loves to have her own litters)

Relationship Status: Single (open for fling plots). Cita has been a bit iffy about breeding. Her father is picky about who she breeds with and tries to control her love life
Exclusive Mate: None
Nonexclusive Mate(s) None
Pups: None

Relationships:
Here you’re to use bullets to describe how your character feels about others. This is not to be filled out until after you roleplay with them.

= Acquaintance
= Uncertainty
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Family
= Crush
= Love
= Lust
= Greatly Dislike
/ = Despise

Feeling | Name - Occupation - Roleplayer

Auroa Pack

Lux Pack

Opacare Pack

Healers /// Cult

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE

A hunting team just returned from a very successful hunting trip. A long brute with scars all over his face, chest, and front limbs padded in front of his team mates. He was a Caucasian shepherd cross with pit bull. His fur was shorter than the shepherd, but he still had that massive figure. His coal eyes were serious as his paws almost seemed to shake the earth. In his jaws he dragged a malnourished deer from the oasis. It seemed that the deer had ventured away from the oasis for a time and just came back a week before. The deer was swift, but not fast enough for the hunting team. Behind the brute was his two teammates, a female chocolate lab mutt and pharaoh hound mix. The lab rushed off to greet some friends. She was never the one to take in praise from a good hunt from the elder hunters. The pharaoh hound on the other hand loved to get freed back. She was mostly an off white color with patches of a red-sh brown. Her figure was slender with a deep-sh chest and long limbs. She was perfect for hunting expect for her large paws and wounds under her bandages.

The hound padded faster to reach an elder hunter. The elder hunter had light brown with dark gray splotches on his back. He had wisps falling off his limbs and belly.

The elder smiled, "What a success. Thank-you for hunting." he spoke towards the hound.

"Anything for the ceremony, Elder." she answered, her tail wagging lightly. Her teammate subsided next to them and dropped the deer. It shammed into the ground with a thud.

"What? Are the younglins not good enough this season?" the brute growled.

"There's not many of them this time. Many litters didn't make it past their Milk Mothers." the elder sighed, his head lowered, "We just needed some extra food for the ceremony. Everyone should eat. Good thing you and Tacita are here."

He gazed towards the pharaoh hound, "Tacita, we will need you over time this season. We will keep in touch." Tacita nodded then glanced around. The new hunters had just stepped into the outskirts of the oasis. There was only three of them this year. She sighed and shook her head. Something seemed really off. There was no way so many pups were bad eggs. But, that was all they had and it was a shame. The elder and brute kept their conversation about the deer. Tacita tuned them out as another pharaoh hound stepped into the grass of the oasis. Her ears pulled back as her fur stood up. It was her father, Inanis the Cold. He had his skull raised high with his tail showing off a higher position than the rest. He was a good hunter and he took every advantage over that.

"Howl when you need me." Tacita suddenly barked at the elder and padded off into the sand. She needed to go back to the village. Her head lowered as her figure stiffened in her stride. She absolutely loathed her father and everyone knew it. They have never fought in public, but their body language could give them away. Paw steps slide into the sand behind her. The sound caught her attention.

"I'm not in the mo-" Tacita sighed as her turned her head to see her follower. It was her father. He glared down at his daughter and shook his head.

"Now, I thought I taught you better than that" he growled, a smirk smeared onto his muzzle.

Description

GENERAL

Name: Tacita the Rebel
Name Meaning: Silent the Rebel
Nickname: Cita
Gender: Male /// Female
Age Puppy /// Adolescent /// Teenager /// Young Adult /// Adult /// Senior /// Elder
Pack: Dawn Pack /// Day Pack /// Dusk Pack
Rank: Hunter
Spiritual Standings: Questioning

APPEARANCE

Build: The figure she holds is slender and light built with short fur. Her fur is off white and has large to small spots of a brownish red coloring. Cita's legs are long and slender with a deepish chest for speed. The edge of her muzzle, nose, and belly have lost the fur and show her skin color. Her skin color is spotted and when wet, some of her spots will show through her short fur.
Fur Length: Short /// Medium /// Long
Height: Short /// Medium /// Tall
Weight: Light /// Average /// Heavy
Accessories: Cita owns three rags that she wrapped around her front legs and around her neck. The rags are dirty from the orange-sh sand that she runs in. When she was a pup and left to tend from another milk mother, Cita explored on her own and got burned in the sand.

PERSONAL

Likes: Flowers, Hunting, Digging, Running/Strolling
Dislikes: Her Parents, Forced Exceptions, Death of Pups

Flaws:
Mental- She tends to keep everything bubbling inside her. She'll just push everything on her shoulder, but that means she's easy to snap. Cita can have quite a temper once she snaps and explodes. Her snapping goes straight to violence. When she has a problem with someone she will also dismiss that off and say that it will go away. When the problem becomes too annoying, Cita will start to snap and ignore at that said person.
Physical- With her long legs and big-sh paws so she can trip over her own paws. Sometimes she will run too fast for her paws to carry her. Her front legs become sore quickly from the burns.
Talents: Running, Hearing, and Hunting

Personality: [Rebellious] [Quite*] [Guilty] [Unromantic]

Rebellious: Cita has been rebellious from the start. It was not unusual for her to get into trouble with other pups and honestly, just obeying milk mothers. She had a certain attitude and belief that she could do whatever she wanted. Her mother had a hard time taking accepting her personality and just let Cita do as she pleases. Her father, on the other hand, only became stricter with Cita with just about everything. Slowly, Cita became reasonable around her father form the mental abuse.

Quite*: Cita can only take so much when it comes to other dogs. She will be quite about her true feelings, concerns, and just anger about someone. She is the most quite around her father and mother. She hates her parents for her own reasons and most of her quietness will come after meeting with them. Even though she doesn't speak her true feelings, Cita can be an open book if you know what to look for. Her eyes will narrow and her body language will change dramatically.

Guilty: Tacita puts a too much weight on her shoulders. She takes responsibly too seriously especially when it comes to pups. Most of her guilt comes from her dead brother. She has become quite protective over puppies and sometimes feels that some Milk Mothers don't deserve to watch them. This hatred of Milk Mothers came from her own mother since she was less than one to her. Secretly, she disagrees with the spirits about killing off pups. She feels off about not being completely in love with the spirits like everyone else. She often feels as if something is wrong with her and that her timely death will be rough because of these thoughts. Honestly, she's scared to die because she believes she will one on one with the spirits.

Unromatic: Cita is incredibly realistic. She honestly believes that dreams you get you nowhere. During her whole life, she has been pushed to the ground and has no way of escaping her home land to start new. Her father has crushed anything stirring within her and she refuses to let that happen again. She is a hunter and that is all that she will ever be. She doesn't dream of starting new or being with anyone. She doesn't believe that she'll ever be anything more than just a Lux Hunter. Though, Cita doesn't have much a problem with that belief. It's just how things are.

History
[Puphood]
Tacita was born in a litter of five puppies. Her siblings were adorable and listened quite well. When they were a six months old one sibling decided to go out and explore the world. Little miss rebellious Tacita followed after him and paced around in the hot sand. The siblings split up to have their own adventure after having an argument of where to go. Cita was exploring for hours and the hot sand started to burn through her short fur. She darted to find some shade from the heat and tripped over a rock. Her head hit against an old human house and knocked her unconscious. The hot sand covered over her lower half and neck. The sand had burned into her skin and stripped her of her fur in certain spots. Hours later a Milk Mother found Cita and took her back to the den. That same Milk Mother patched Tacita up and told her: the spirits were warning Tacita to behave herself or she won't make it in this world. Later that evening they found Cita's sibling baked to death in the sand. Tacita blamed herself for the lost of her brother.

[Adolescent]
Cita was still rebellious after her experience with the sand. She stood out like a sore thumb against her obedient and ever so perfect siblings. They could always bring a smile to their mother's face, but Cita never understood why. Her father, Inanis the Cold, took Tacita under his wing for hunting. He often scolded her for her uncontrollable behavior and right out blamed her for her brother's death. He told her that she shouldn't have survived that day and for some odd reason she was still here. Tacita took that harshly and started to hate her father. They would spend day in and day out together hunting. She took in lessons and decided to go over and beyond his training. She wanted to prove to him that she was more than a bothersome offspring. Her hunting skills improved greatly, but her father never praised her. His insults and expectations only became harder to achieve and hear. When she finally would call it a day, Tacita would lay in her mother's den and just listen. Her mother never comforted her nor said a word.

[Teenager]
Closing in to her teenage year, Tacita had met a wonderful male, Maledixit (or Dixit). He was sweet, but was cursed with long fur in the Lux pack. It didn't take long for the two to become sweet towards each other. When her father caught them nuzzling in the shade, he demanded the two to never see each other again. Cita raged against him and refused to separate because Dixit had long fur. Inanis insulted her and threatened to kill Dixit if he ever even spoke to Tacita again. Dixit, scared, vanished into the sand and away from the Lux Pack. Cita hasn't been able to find him since and assumed that he was dead. When Tacita was at her Apprentice Ceremony and was eager to receive her name until she found out her father planned on naming her. She pleaded with the other Hunters to not let her father name her. They turned their heads at her and just said, "we'll see when he names you". At the end of the ceremony Cita was given the name Unworthy. She turned to the other hunters and glared. One hunter sighed and spoke to her father about the name. They agreed to change the name to Rebellious. Rebellious was given as a warning for her behavior against higher ranking canines, well that is what her father agreed to.

RELATIONS

Family List:
x. Inanis the Cold (father, alive) Hunter - Lux
x. Larva the Quiet (mother, alive) Milk Mother - Lux
x. Mel the Sweet (sister, unknown) Unknown rank and pack
x. Lapsus (died in the sand)
x. Libro the Creative
x. Half Sister (owned by =Whitefeathur )
x. tons of unknown siblings (mother loves to have her own litters)

Relationship Status: Single (open for fling plots). Cita has been a bit iffy about breeding. Her father is picky about who she breeds with and tries to control her love life
Exclusive Mate: None
Nonexclusive Mate(s) None
Pups: None

Relationships:
Here you’re to use bullets to describe how your character feels about others. This is not to be filled out until after you roleplay with them.

= Acquaintance
= Uncertainty
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Family
= Crush
= Love
= Lust
= Greatly Dislike
/ = Despise

Feeling | Name - Occupation - Roleplayer

Auroa Pack

Lux Pack

Opacare Pack

Healers /// Cult

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE

A hunting team just returned from a very successful hunting trip. A long brute with scars all over his face, chest, and front limbs padded in front of his team mates. He was a Caucasian shepherd cross with pit bull. His fur was shorter than the shepherd, but he still had that massive figure. His coal eyes were serious as his paws almost seemed to shake the earth. In his jaws he dragged a malnourished deer from the oasis. It seemed that the deer had ventured away from the oasis for a time and just came back a week before. The deer was swift, but not fast enough for the hunting team. Behind the brute was his two teammates, a female chocolate lab mutt and pharaoh hound mix. The lab rushed off to greet some friends. She was never the one to take in praise from a good hunt from the elder hunters. The pharaoh hound on the other hand loved to get freed back. She was mostly an off white color with patches of a red-sh brown. Her figure was slender with a deep-sh chest and long limbs. She was perfect for hunting expect for her large paws and wounds under her bandages.

The hound padded faster to reach an elder hunter. The elder hunter had light brown with dark gray splotches on his back. He had wisps falling off his limbs and belly.

The elder smiled, "What a success. Thank-you for hunting." he spoke towards the hound.

"Anything for the ceremony, Elder." she answered, her tail wagging lightly. Her teammate subsided next to them and dropped the deer. It shammed into the ground with a thud.

"What? Are the younglins not good enough this season?" the brute growled.

"There's not many of them this time. Many litters didn't make it past their Milk Mothers." the elder sighed, his head lowered, "We just needed some extra food for the ceremony. Everyone should eat. Good thing you and Tacita are here."

He gazed towards the pharaoh hound, "Tacita, we will need you over time this season. We will keep in touch." Tacita nodded then glanced around. The new hunters had just stepped into the outskirts of the oasis. There was only three of them this year. She sighed and shook her head. Something seemed really off. There was no way so many pups were bad eggs. But, that was all they had and it was a shame. The elder and brute kept their conversation about the deer. Tacita tuned them out as another pharaoh hound stepped into the grass of the oasis. Her ears pulled back as her fur stood up. It was her father, Inanis the Cold. He had his skull raised high with his tail showing off a higher position than the rest. He was a good hunter and he took every advantage over that.

"Howl when you need me." Tacita suddenly barked at the elder and padded off into the sand. She needed to go back to the village. Her head lowered as her figure stiffened in her stride. She absolutely loathed her father and everyone knew it. They have never fought in public, but their body language could give them away. Paw steps slide into the sand behind her. The sound caught her attention.

"I'm not in the mo-" Tacita sighed as her turned her head to see her follower. It was her father. He glared down at his daughter and shook his head.

"Now, I thought I taught you better than that" he growled, a smirk smeared onto his muzzle.