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|| Information ||

[Name] : Seuss - (( SUE - SS ))

[Nickname] : Char- Named after the dark markings around his muzzle.

[Gender] : Male ♂

[Age] : 10½ months old

[Breed] : Standard Bull Terrier x Pembroke Welsh Corgi

[Accessories|Scars] : None

[Rank] : Minor

|| Personality ||

|| Hyperactive || It's not a flaw in his behaviour, he's just very.. extremely.. sort of abnormally active. He finds every little thing incredibly interesting and worth a chase. But that only occurs when the boy is kept in restriction or asked to remain calm. He may be able to sit still for some time, but he'll quickly start to fidget and twitch if he's kept in that position for too long. To help with his hyperactivity, he needs action and a lot of exercise.

|| Obedient || He's a very good dog and shows to be extremely obedient. He can even take orders from puppies or dogs of his same rank. He doesn't really mind being bossed around, to him, it's sort of like a game. A test game, which he's always ready to compete in. Or maybe it's because he's very.. airheaded? Though that sometimes gets him in trouble. He's not really good at judging if the order is sincere or just plain stupid.

|| Loyal || Despite the world they're living in, Seuss shows to be very loyal towards the dogs in his pack or outside. If they're his friends, he'll do anything to help them. He won't tolerate leaving someone behind and will even go as far as risking his own life to save another. It's probably because he's an idiot very loyal, but he sometimes doesn't see the gravity of the scene. He's bad at sensing danger..

|| Soft || Unlike his Bull Terrier half, Seuss gets along with everyone and everything. He does have a very strong prey drive, but it's really all just playfulness. He'll chase after a squirrel and end up releasing the prey when it's too tired to keep running or if it's too weak to keep up. He'll only remember to actually hunt if he's reminded of it.

|| Oblivious || His hyperactivity sometimes gets in the way and makes him forget about the dangerous world he now lives in. He has to constantly be reminded of it. Someday.. it'll stick to his head, no?

|| Coward || He's all talk and pretend, but when he's faced with potential death or danger, he is more driven by fright than courage. As bold as he is, his tail will be stuck between his legs during the entire experience. If he's not stopped, Seuss may escape the situation. Though his loyalty towards some dogs may stop him from just running away.

|| Extras ||

- He's not really interested in getting a mate..
- Orientation is straight.
- He's fascinated with silky long fur!
- Seuss has the tendency to sneak between larger dogs' legs and poke his head out when addressed to.
- He prefers to hang out with larger breeds.
- His back legs are weak and after long periods of activity, he may start to limp or skip.

|| History ||
| Prologue |
Seuss was born in a small group of people, humans trying to survive on their own, abandoned by high society and seen as too unimportant to save. They were the first to notice the roamers since they were homeless and living in the streets for a long time now. Their knowledge about the city helped them to survive for the few years that have passed. They were breeding dogs to watch the camp, and bark whenever they sensed danger. It was a good way to alert them of roamers roaming too close of their camp. But they were also breeding to eat. Since food was now limited and almost impossible to find, they had no choice but to eat what they had available, which was their beloved dogs. Therefore, they had a fine selection of which dog to breed for companionship and train as watch dogs, and the others for food. They kept the strong breeds close, but ate whichever was considered too weak or not bold, assertive enough to please their demands. What humans thought to be harmless, was actually well understood by the dogs for they had grown smarter with the passing years.

The dogs chosen to become Watch dogs were seen as the Alphas, and the important members of their society while the rest were seen as low-life creatures. Cannibalism was approved since humans fed the dogs of their own kind. They too needed their protein and with little access beyond their wired walls, dogs couldn't hunt or scavenge. They ate whatever the humans gave them. And boy.. did it affect their judgement..

| Spared |
Seuss was first meant to be treated as livestock, and eaten eventually, though compared to all of his siblings, Seuss was born with stronger bones and big paws, hinting the humans of his adult stature to be taller than the average medium. They decided to pick the pup out and place him with the other group of dogs. After all, he had Bull Terrier blood in him. He could become a great watch dog! The females were more easily persuaded to adopt the pup and treat him as though he had never been beyond the separation border, though with the other males.. it wasn't as easy. The Alpha male, an oversized Doberman, didn't completely approve of the humans' choices in sparing this little pup's life. What was born low, was bond to stay low. But with the humans around, it was hard to make his point heard. Instead, he shared his ideals with the rest of the group, driving some of the dogs against the arrival of the new pup and others to simply be neutral about it.

Despite all the talks, Seuss grew up quite a happy pup. He was well fed and played with the other puppies, though some were stronger than him. They were all large breeds after all, like; Labradors, German Shepherds, Rottweillers, Boxers, Dobermans, Vizlas-- you get the picture. But it didn't bother Seuss one bit, he even appreciated their presence more than dogs his size. There weren't a lot of medium sized dogs, but a few; Bulldogs and Terriers were present in the pack.

| Real identity |
It was after been dared to step beyond the separation border that Seuss found out about the other dogs.. the ones that were excluded out of the pack. He came upon a small mix named Krissy. She was a young dog, just like him. He was surprised to meet a pup around his age on the other side of the forbidden border. The she-dog seemed to be surprised as well, though not for the same reasons.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the others?" asked Seuss, looking the wired fence that stood between them. The dog didn't answer him right away, but eventually, she spoke. She asked him why he was here and Seuss answered with pride that he was dared to. She didn't.. seem so impressed, instead, she called him childish and stupid. Of course, he got offended and barked back the same question again. But to his surprise, she told him that it was her home. It was where she was born and kept in. After another look.. he could see many crates piled up at the far back, some dogs were confined in them and others walking freely outside. They were all small, he could see Dachshunds, Boston Terriers, Beagles and other small breeds. He was shocked by the sight. They all looked so weak, tired and hungry. He couldn't understand why they'd be raised this way.
"You all look so hungry. You have to eat more! Back in my pack, we have plenty of food. I'll go and get you something, wait here!" he barked out before she could even answer.

He told the other pups about his discovery and hurried back to the border with a mouthfull of meat. The pups all exchanged a confused look with one another, not really understanding what Seuss had told them. But one dog lifted his head and straightened his ears as he watched Seuss leave with a good share of food. The dog was none other than the Alpha of the pack.
"Here, eat up! You can bring some to your friends. I'll go and get more--"
"NO STOP!" cried the small she-dog, her tail between her legs. Seuss halted abruptly in his sprint, his eyes wide as he looked back towards the small mix. She was staring absent-mindedly at the meat, almost scared of it.
"What's wrong? You don't like it?" he tilted his head, wondering why she was acting so.. oddly. And.. to his horror.. she revealed the truth.
"Don't you.. know? This isn't normal steak. It's dog meat. You're eating dog.. meat.. You're eating my brothers and sisters.."
He backed up, his eyes wide in disbelief. He.. He did know, but.. he was never aware that the dogs they were eating were.. from the same group. He thought they were eating stray dogs, those outside of the wired walls, probably found dead or something. He had no idea that.. they were here.. bred with the days numbered. He shook his head, refusing to believe it.
"She's right.." came a dark low voice from behind him. He turned around, his eyes fixed on the Alpha who had followed him closely.
"She's right. We're eating them. The only purpose in life that those dogs get, is to feed and ensure the survival of the stronger breed. In a way, they're heroes. Don't be too shaken, those dogs are bond to either die from sickness or from their weak self. To save them would be a waste of time, and compromise our survival. You don't want that, do you?"
Seuss backed away, fear written all over his face and for the first time, his tail dropped down between his legs. The Doberman simply huffed, staring down at the meat that once used to be a healthy dog.
"It's fascinating, really. You've come back to your roots on your very own. Fate brought you back here, to face what you should've become. How does it feels, to know that this young bitch could have been you standing right there? ... The only reason you're still alive is because you were born different. Say.. young one," he addressed the she-dog, his grin full of mischief. "Why are you so skinny? I thought humans fed you too." He forced her to answer, his eyes dark..
"... Because.. the meat comes from us. I had no clue before.. so I ate. But now that I know, I can't bring myself to eat it.. because.. this meat was once.. my family."
The Doberman chuckled darkly at her, turning his cold gaze towards Seuss.
"Well, it sure didn't stop him."

| Enough.. |
After that day, Seuss refused to eat with the others. He kept saying that he wasn't hungry at the moment and that he would try to eat later. But the thought.. that for all these months.. he was probably eating his siblings torn the dog apart. He couldn't sleep, constantly thinking about the dogs he saw.. about that she-dog. When was she due? Who would be next, his mother? He wanted to believe that all of it was a lie.. but.. maybe he was right. After all.. he was half Corgi.. yet, no Corgi lived with them in the pack.

One night, he followed a human back towards the separation border. The human opened the gate and walked directly towards the crates. He grabbed one which contained three dogs inside and walked out. Seuss kept following the man, and soon, he found himself threading out of the wired walls. The same walls that have protected him and the whole pack from roamers.. Humans.. executed their dogs out of sight, probably to avoid the pack to see what they were doing to their own kind.. and probably to avoid any complications. When the human placed the crate down over a few barrels, Seuss immediately went for it. He used his brutal force to knock down the barrels and the crate that was on top of it. The crate broke in the impact, making a huge racket and alerting some of the watch dogs that instantly began to bark the alarm. Seuss was knocked half dizzied by the thrust his gave to the barrels, his head spinning. And when he recovered from the shock, he turned tail and headed straight back towards the open grate--though, the human was faster and closed the door behind him, frightened that the noise might have attracted unwanted visitors. Seuss stood at the door, barking.. but no one came to open the gate for him.

Since that incident, Seuss didn't return to his pack. He was trapped outside and driven away by the roamers that came that night. He travelled along with the three dogs he saved.. but they were already weakened and hunting was hard for Seuss since he was never really trained to hunt. After they passed, Seuss survived by scavenging and eating what he could find. He missed the easy life he once had.. sometimes, he'd even regret leaving. But there was little he could do. He had no idea where his old pack was.. and if they would even take him back after releasing what could've been a meal. Plus, he didn't want to be brought into cannibalism again.

Maybe someday, he'll find another Pack. But he doubted he would, yet, he was probably wrong..

|| Family ||

[Father] : ??? /Status unknown/
[Mother] : ??? /Probably dead/

[Siblings] : ??? /Probably dead/

[Mate] : ...
[Pup(s)] : ...

|| Other ||

|| RP Accessibilities ||

|| Chat RP // SEMI-OPEN
|| Note RP // SEMI-OPEN
|| Skype RP // OPEN
|| Comment RP // OPEN

[RP Example] :
/Rp from City-of-Sundown with Paige and Erskine/

Paige halted right before exiting the other end of the alleyway, the road just ahead. But before stepping out, she swung her head around, her bangs swaying over her eyes as she responded to his own answer.

“Good response,” she murmured, taking her copper eyes off the tom to sweep the road of any unwelcoming presence. Luckily, with the strength of the sun, it was nearly impossible for any infected cats to have made it out there. Yet again, we could never be too sure.

“It can’t be worse than here... It just can’t,” she meowed, her voice glinting with grief. Not too long ago, just a few days after she returned, Paige discovered with horror that Asher, one of her closest friends, had recently gone missing.. perhaps victim of the white eyes. Asher was simply given a task.. a mere task and was probably caught off guard by one of those monsters. As hard as it was to accept, Asher was probably dead. But she couldn't help wonder.. had he gone missing because of her? Was he searching for her or for Damian when tragedy stroke?

“OUCH--FAK!” Paige suddenly hissed, her pads burning against the hot concrete. She immediately backed away, scratching the idea of padding along the road.

“There’s no way we’re going to walk on that road. It’s boiling hot... let’s just go along the streets. We’ll just have to run for it whenever we need to cross a corner-- now that I think of that--” she paused to look at him. Her eyes dancing over his sturdy form.

“You’re completely black. Are you going to be all right? I don’t wanna have to carry you all the way back in case you collapse under the heat or suffocate in that fluffiness of yours. I don’t even think I could possibly carry you,” she cracked a smile, somewhat amused by the thought.

Seuss/Artwork © Ellie (me)
#The-Last-City © =Awkward-Raven

Program used: Tablet (Bamboo), SAI

Description

|| Information ||

[Name] : Seuss - (( SUE - SS ))

[Nickname] : Char- Named after the dark markings around his muzzle.

[Gender] : Male ♂

[Age] : 10½ months old

[Breed] : Standard Bull Terrier x Pembroke Welsh Corgi

[Accessories|Scars] : None

[Rank] : Minor

|| Personality ||

|| Hyperactive || It's not a flaw in his behaviour, he's just very.. extremely.. sort of abnormally active. He finds every little thing incredibly interesting and worth a chase. But that only occurs when the boy is kept in restriction or asked to remain calm. He may be able to sit still for some time, but he'll quickly start to fidget and twitch if he's kept in that position for too long. To help with his hyperactivity, he needs action and a lot of exercise.

|| Obedient || He's a very good dog and shows to be extremely obedient. He can even take orders from puppies or dogs of his same rank. He doesn't really mind being bossed around, to him, it's sort of like a game. A test game, which he's always ready to compete in. Or maybe it's because he's very.. airheaded? Though that sometimes gets him in trouble. He's not really good at judging if the order is sincere or just plain stupid.

|| Loyal || Despite the world they're living in, Seuss shows to be very loyal towards the dogs in his pack or outside. If they're his friends, he'll do anything to help them. He won't tolerate leaving someone behind and will even go as far as risking his own life to save another. It's probably because he's an idiot very loyal, but he sometimes doesn't see the gravity of the scene. He's bad at sensing danger..

|| Soft || Unlike his Bull Terrier half, Seuss gets along with everyone and everything. He does have a very strong prey drive, but it's really all just playfulness. He'll chase after a squirrel and end up releasing the prey when it's too tired to keep running or if it's too weak to keep up. He'll only remember to actually hunt if he's reminded of it.

|| Oblivious || His hyperactivity sometimes gets in the way and makes him forget about the dangerous world he now lives in. He has to constantly be reminded of it. Someday.. it'll stick to his head, no?

|| Coward || He's all talk and pretend, but when he's faced with potential death or danger, he is more driven by fright than courage. As bold as he is, his tail will be stuck between his legs during the entire experience. If he's not stopped, Seuss may escape the situation. Though his loyalty towards some dogs may stop him from just running away.

|| Extras ||

- He's not really interested in getting a mate..
- Orientation is straight.
- He's fascinated with silky long fur!
- Seuss has the tendency to sneak between larger dogs' legs and poke his head out when addressed to.
- He prefers to hang out with larger breeds.
- His back legs are weak and after long periods of activity, he may start to limp or skip.

|| History ||
| Prologue |
Seuss was born in a small group of people, humans trying to survive on their own, abandoned by high society and seen as too unimportant to save. They were the first to notice the roamers since they were homeless and living in the streets for a long time now. Their knowledge about the city helped them to survive for the few years that have passed. They were breeding dogs to watch the camp, and bark whenever they sensed danger. It was a good way to alert them of roamers roaming too close of their camp. But they were also breeding to eat. Since food was now limited and almost impossible to find, they had no choice but to eat what they had available, which was their beloved dogs. Therefore, they had a fine selection of which dog to breed for companionship and train as watch dogs, and the others for food. They kept the strong breeds close, but ate whichever was considered too weak or not bold, assertive enough to please their demands. What humans thought to be harmless, was actually well understood by the dogs for they had grown smarter with the passing years.

The dogs chosen to become Watch dogs were seen as the Alphas, and the important members of their society while the rest were seen as low-life creatures. Cannibalism was approved since humans fed the dogs of their own kind. They too needed their protein and with little access beyond their wired walls, dogs couldn't hunt or scavenge. They ate whatever the humans gave them. And boy.. did it affect their judgement..

| Spared |
Seuss was first meant to be treated as livestock, and eaten eventually, though compared to all of his siblings, Seuss was born with stronger bones and big paws, hinting the humans of his adult stature to be taller than the average medium. They decided to pick the pup out and place him with the other group of dogs. After all, he had Bull Terrier blood in him. He could become a great watch dog! The females were more easily persuaded to adopt the pup and treat him as though he had never been beyond the separation border, though with the other males.. it wasn't as easy. The Alpha male, an oversized Doberman, didn't completely approve of the humans' choices in sparing this little pup's life. What was born low, was bond to stay low. But with the humans around, it was hard to make his point heard. Instead, he shared his ideals with the rest of the group, driving some of the dogs against the arrival of the new pup and others to simply be neutral about it.

Despite all the talks, Seuss grew up quite a happy pup. He was well fed and played with the other puppies, though some were stronger than him. They were all large breeds after all, like; Labradors, German Shepherds, Rottweillers, Boxers, Dobermans, Vizlas-- you get the picture. But it didn't bother Seuss one bit, he even appreciated their presence more than dogs his size. There weren't a lot of medium sized dogs, but a few; Bulldogs and Terriers were present in the pack.

| Real identity |
It was after been dared to step beyond the separation border that Seuss found out about the other dogs.. the ones that were excluded out of the pack. He came upon a small mix named Krissy. She was a young dog, just like him. He was surprised to meet a pup around his age on the other side of the forbidden border. The she-dog seemed to be surprised as well, though not for the same reasons.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the others?" asked Seuss, looking the wired fence that stood between them. The dog didn't answer him right away, but eventually, she spoke. She asked him why he was here and Seuss answered with pride that he was dared to. She didn't.. seem so impressed, instead, she called him childish and stupid. Of course, he got offended and barked back the same question again. But to his surprise, she told him that it was her home. It was where she was born and kept in. After another look.. he could see many crates piled up at the far back, some dogs were confined in them and others walking freely outside. They were all small, he could see Dachshunds, Boston Terriers, Beagles and other small breeds. He was shocked by the sight. They all looked so weak, tired and hungry. He couldn't understand why they'd be raised this way.
"You all look so hungry. You have to eat more! Back in my pack, we have plenty of food. I'll go and get you something, wait here!" he barked out before she could even answer.

He told the other pups about his discovery and hurried back to the border with a mouthfull of meat. The pups all exchanged a confused look with one another, not really understanding what Seuss had told them. But one dog lifted his head and straightened his ears as he watched Seuss leave with a good share of food. The dog was none other than the Alpha of the pack.
"Here, eat up! You can bring some to your friends. I'll go and get more--"
"NO STOP!" cried the small she-dog, her tail between her legs. Seuss halted abruptly in his sprint, his eyes wide as he looked back towards the small mix. She was staring absent-mindedly at the meat, almost scared of it.
"What's wrong? You don't like it?" he tilted his head, wondering why she was acting so.. oddly. And.. to his horror.. she revealed the truth.
"Don't you.. know? This isn't normal steak. It's dog meat. You're eating dog.. meat.. You're eating my brothers and sisters.."
He backed up, his eyes wide in disbelief. He.. He did know, but.. he was never aware that the dogs they were eating were.. from the same group. He thought they were eating stray dogs, those outside of the wired walls, probably found dead or something. He had no idea that.. they were here.. bred with the days numbered. He shook his head, refusing to believe it.
"She's right.." came a dark low voice from behind him. He turned around, his eyes fixed on the Alpha who had followed him closely.
"She's right. We're eating them. The only purpose in life that those dogs get, is to feed and ensure the survival of the stronger breed. In a way, they're heroes. Don't be too shaken, those dogs are bond to either die from sickness or from their weak self. To save them would be a waste of time, and compromise our survival. You don't want that, do you?"
Seuss backed away, fear written all over his face and for the first time, his tail dropped down between his legs. The Doberman simply huffed, staring down at the meat that once used to be a healthy dog.
"It's fascinating, really. You've come back to your roots on your very own. Fate brought you back here, to face what you should've become. How does it feels, to know that this young bitch could have been you standing right there? ... The only reason you're still alive is because you were born different. Say.. young one," he addressed the she-dog, his grin full of mischief. "Why are you so skinny? I thought humans fed you too." He forced her to answer, his eyes dark..
"... Because.. the meat comes from us. I had no clue before.. so I ate. But now that I know, I can't bring myself to eat it.. because.. this meat was once.. my family."
The Doberman chuckled darkly at her, turning his cold gaze towards Seuss.
"Well, it sure didn't stop him."

| Enough.. |
After that day, Seuss refused to eat with the others. He kept saying that he wasn't hungry at the moment and that he would try to eat later. But the thought.. that for all these months.. he was probably eating his siblings torn the dog apart. He couldn't sleep, constantly thinking about the dogs he saw.. about that she-dog. When was she due? Who would be next, his mother? He wanted to believe that all of it was a lie.. but.. maybe he was right. After all.. he was half Corgi.. yet, no Corgi lived with them in the pack.

One night, he followed a human back towards the separation border. The human opened the gate and walked directly towards the crates. He grabbed one which contained three dogs inside and walked out. Seuss kept following the man, and soon, he found himself threading out of the wired walls. The same walls that have protected him and the whole pack from roamers.. Humans.. executed their dogs out of sight, probably to avoid the pack to see what they were doing to their own kind.. and probably to avoid any complications. When the human placed the crate down over a few barrels, Seuss immediately went for it. He used his brutal force to knock down the barrels and the crate that was on top of it. The crate broke in the impact, making a huge racket and alerting some of the watch dogs that instantly began to bark the alarm. Seuss was knocked half dizzied by the thrust his gave to the barrels, his head spinning. And when he recovered from the shock, he turned tail and headed straight back towards the open grate--though, the human was faster and closed the door behind him, frightened that the noise might have attracted unwanted visitors. Seuss stood at the door, barking.. but no one came to open the gate for him.

Since that incident, Seuss didn't return to his pack. He was trapped outside and driven away by the roamers that came that night. He travelled along with the three dogs he saved.. but they were already weakened and hunting was hard for Seuss since he was never really trained to hunt. After they passed, Seuss survived by scavenging and eating what he could find. He missed the easy life he once had.. sometimes, he'd even regret leaving. But there was little he could do. He had no idea where his old pack was.. and if they would even take him back after releasing what could've been a meal. Plus, he didn't want to be brought into cannibalism again.

Maybe someday, he'll find another Pack. But he doubted he would, yet, he was probably wrong..

|| Family ||

[Father] : ??? /Status unknown/
[Mother] : ??? /Probably dead/

[Siblings] : ??? /Probably dead/

[Mate] : ...
[Pup(s)] : ...

|| Other ||

|| RP Accessibilities ||

|| Chat RP // SEMI-OPEN
|| Note RP // SEMI-OPEN
|| Skype RP // OPEN
|| Comment RP // OPEN

[RP Example] :
/Rp from City-of-Sundown with Paige and Erskine/

Paige halted right before exiting the other end of the alleyway, the road just ahead. But before stepping out, she swung her head around, her bangs swaying over her eyes as she responded to his own answer.

“Good response,” she murmured, taking her copper eyes off the tom to sweep the road of any unwelcoming presence. Luckily, with the strength of the sun, it was nearly impossible for any infected cats to have made it out there. Yet again, we could never be too sure.

“It can’t be worse than here... It just can’t,” she meowed, her voice glinting with grief. Not too long ago, just a few days after she returned, Paige discovered with horror that Asher, one of her closest friends, had recently gone missing.. perhaps victim of the white eyes. Asher was simply given a task.. a mere task and was probably caught off guard by one of those monsters. As hard as it was to accept, Asher was probably dead. But she couldn't help wonder.. had he gone missing because of her? Was he searching for her or for Damian when tragedy stroke?

“OUCH--FAK!” Paige suddenly hissed, her pads burning against the hot concrete. She immediately backed away, scratching the idea of padding along the road.

“There’s no way we’re going to walk on that road. It’s boiling hot... let’s just go along the streets. We’ll just have to run for it whenever we need to cross a corner-- now that I think of that--” she paused to look at him. Her eyes dancing over his sturdy form.

“You’re completely black. Are you going to be all right? I don’t wanna have to carry you all the way back in case you collapse under the heat or suffocate in that fluffiness of yours. I don’t even think I could possibly carry you,” she cracked a smile, somewhat amused by the thought.

Seuss/Artwork © Ellie (me)
#The-Last-City © =Awkward-Raven

Program used: Tablet (Bamboo), SAI