[Kallile]

.::.Kanozan.::.
"I can hear the calling. From you, and you....and yes, yes you. I can hear your blood. Your lives. Calling. Crying. Singing songs of a lifelong death awaiting it's time to pounce. I want to hear that song aloud and free! Let me bleed you one...last....time."

Can-Oh-Zahn
Custom SPlit/Shadebane/Fishbone/X Lucain

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Name:Kanozan
Gender: Male  Age: Unkown  Diet: Carnivore/Sanguivore Forms: Quad, Human
Lifemate: No—Not Seeking  Offspring:  None
Theme Song(s): Cold by Static-X

Kanozan is crazed. Named “Blood Bard” for a reason, he has a fetish for others’ life force. And he loves to find ways to make it come pouring out. While this does make him unpredictable and a little dangerous—he has not killed anyone to date. “To date” being the key words.
His stories, especially those based on the past, are in a constant state of change. Infact most everything about Kanozan’s thought process seems to be constantly evolving and reshaping. Be it a type of psychosis or a general love of disorder and panic—no one is sure.
The red marks on his face—a more common pelt marking now—are scars on dear Kanozan. Like most of his stories—how he got them cannot be pinpointed. The only thing constant about how they came to be carved into his face is a detail about his mother’s pizza cutter. As such—it is his preferred weapon. Honestly…who’s afraid of a pizza cutter?

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Roleplay
Posts: 9 Level: 2 AP: 10
Element(s): Dark
Offense: 11/100
Defense: 7/100
Precision: 7/40
Endurance: 12/100
Speed: 9/100
Fame: 11/40
Passive Traits: Padded Paws, Chaotic Mind
Battle Traits: Spiked Body
Current Roleplay: None
Location Boost(s): None

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Special Notes
--Kanozan has an odd history with Discordancy’s Madrigal. Their lines may NEVER cross.
--Apart from being in equal partnership with the Goddess of Torture, Ryzar, Kanozan also owns Anya and Tavrie whom he enjoys placing in situations for his own amusement.
--Kanozan is never going to be for trade. He is, however, rentable if you like for 250KS/one pup. Though he must keep his name and craziness.

[Kallile]

.::.Ryzar.::.
"Night consumes light and all I dread...reminds me what to do before I'm dead."

Reiy-zar
Bred Belly/Dweller/Coontail/Banded Lucain
Sage x Sable

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Name:Ryzar
Gender: Female  Age: Ageless Diet: Carnivore/Sanguivore Forms: Quad, Human
Lifemate: No Offspring: None
Theme Song(s): Before I'm Dead by Kidney Thieves

Born as the Goddess of Mutilation and Torture—Ryzar is sick and twisted. But don’t be afraid—she’ll only exercise her elements of pain and suffering on you if you prove interesting enough. A challenge, you may say. Someone who will break down at the sight of a needle is no fun, after all.
By no means a medical master, she knows just enough to keep her toys alive longer to enjoy them just a little longer. Extremely sadistic—you do not want her to find you interesting.
She is self-driven and yet spur-of-the-moment. Unless she is scheming up a new method of torture or a way to perfect an older method, she takes little time to think about her actions.

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Roleplay
Posts: 0  Level: 1 AP: 10
Element(s): Dark
Offense: 9/100
Defense: 5/100
Precision: 7/40
Endurance: 13/100
Speed: 8/100
Fame: 10/40
Passive Traits: Extended Life Span, Nemesis, Spirit Sense, City Dweller, Scavenger
Battle Traits: Spiked Body, Spectral Strike, The Will's Connection
Current Roleplay: None
Location Boost(s): None

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Special Notes
--Can only breed once; pups never. This breeding is reserved for Kanozan.
--Ryzar will pass her deity lineage onto her offspring, though rather they are full gods or just demi-gods is yet to be seen.
--She was a thoughtful gift, and as such not for trade.

[Kallile]

.::.Anya.::.
"I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad...the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had."

Ahn-yah
Jaager Kuhna

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Name: Anya Rios
Gender: Female  Age: 3 years Diet: Carnivore Forms: Quad
Lifemate: Semi-lifemated to Tavrie Offspring: 3 with Tavrie (1 Battalion, 2 Assault)
Theme Song(s): "Mad World"--Michael Andrews

Anya, before her death, operation, and rebirth, was assumed to be a wild Kuhna. How Kanozan came to possess her is unknown and in fact even her prior personality is a complete mystery. With so many wildcards going into such a large, mind-altering operation there was no way of knowing how she would turn out.
Of course, since when does Ein care how his experiments feel so long as they get their jobs done?
Morphed into a beast and completely drained of a large portion of her mental control—Anya is a lunatic. She has an overpowering fear of Kanozan, however, and as such often resorts to groveling and mumbling incoherent sentences in the third person when he seems upset with her. Apart from that there is no known staple in her personality—only that she herself is as much of a wildcard as when she was brought to Ein.

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Roleplay
Posts: 12 Level: 3 AP: 10
Element(s): Acid
Offense: 9/100
Defense: 5/100
Precision: 5/40
Endurance: 18/100
Speed: 6/100
Fame: 10/40
Passive Traits: Disease Immunity, Marionette, Undead
Battle Traits: Lethal Dose, Miasma, Poison Immunity
Current Roleplay: None
Location Boost(s): None

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Special Notes
--Never for trade.
--Very fickle minded, but always seeking a way out of the life she had landed in.
--Kanozan has her trained to a trigger phrase which makes her completely lose herself to his will and/or her own desires.

[Kallile]

.::.Tavrie.::.
I <3 you, Master.~

Tah-vv-err-y
Jailer Kuhna
Aldric x Isis

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Name: Tavrie
Gender: Female  Age: 8 years  Diet:  Carnivore/Piscivore Forms: Quad, Human
Lifemate: Semi-lifemated to Anya Offspring: 4 with Demian (2 Twilight, 2 Autumn), 3  with Anya (1 Battalion, 2 Assault)
Theme Song(s): I Miss The Misery by Halestorm ((PG-13 lyrics and themes. View at your own risk))

Born into captivity, as is often said of Jailers because of their chains, Tavrie has never been ashamed of them. The exact opposite, in fact. She embraces them.
Rather outlandish in her ideas and general oddity for her like of feeling belittled and degraded, Tavrie is someone that most tend to shy away from. Her self-sadistic nature makes her very difficult to understand and even harder to get to know, as she often views anyone talking to her as her superior and begins adopting a new, dependent personality towards them.

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Roleplay
Posts: 27 Level: 6 AP: 15
Element(s): Metal
Offense: 10/100
Defense: 13/100
Precision: 8/40
Endurance: 19/100
Speed: 10/100
Fame: 8/40
Passive Traits: Chaotic Mind, Padded Paws
Battle Traits: None
Current Roleplay: None
Location Boost(s): None

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Special Notes
--Has Aldric lines—may breed but be very careful as to whom she is bred to. This is reserved mostly for Anya who has a custom lineage.
--Not for trade, I waited a long time for a Jailer.

[Kallile]

.::.Tovin.::.
"You see my soul; I'm a nightmare out of control...You're the sun and I'm the moon."

Toe-vehn
Bred RazorWing/Flames/Jester/Body Bar/Checkered Voidbringer Paragon
Quil’lian x Deadpool

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Name: Tovin
Gender: Male  Age: 23 years  Diet: Carnivore  Forms: Quad, Human
Lifemate: No—Open  Offspring:None
Theme Song(s): In Your Shadow (I Can Shine) by Tokio Hotel

A long time ago Tovin discovered that the best way to get away with what he wanted, he had become complacent and put on a grand act. Granted, his father being the master of deception that he can sometimes be, Tovin's acts never stood much of a chance. He is cautious with whom he speaks to and in what tone; fearing that at any moment his father might swoop down and harm them to teach his straying son a lesson.
But Tovin is determined to prove he is not the cruel monster that his father wishes him to be. Despite being nearly twice Quil's size, he just can't call forth the courage to put the aging man in his place and break away into his own life. No, the best place for him to shine, Tovin decided, is standing directly in Quil's shadow.

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Roleplay
Posts: 10 Level: 3 AP: 10
Element(s): Dark
Offense: 10/100
Defense: 8/100
Precision: 6/40
Endurance: 14/100
Speed: 10/100
Fame: 11/40
Passive Traits: Night Vision, Aerodynamic
Battle Traits: Dark Heart, Life Drain, Wing Buffet, Pyro
Current Roleplay: Just Building A Ship To Wreck
Location Boost(s): +2 Defense, +2 Speed

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Special Notes
--The only son Quil thinks anything of; but while Tovin often goes along with his father’s plans he does so in order to sabotage them.
--He is the only offspring from this clutch that did not receive any of his mother’s abilities.
--Highly unlikely to ever be for sale or trade.

[Kallile]

.::.Xekoli.::.
"Never was a girl with a wicked mind but everything looks better when the sun goes down..."

Hex-kOH-lee
Bred Razorwing/Feathered/Striped/Flames Sailfin Paragon
Quil’lian x Deadpool

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Name: Xekoli
Gender:  Female Age: 3 years  Diet: Carnivore  Forms: Quad, Human
Lifemate: No-- Open Offspring: None
Theme Song(s): Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless

Koli is not one to be messed with. She has seen the cowardice her father has instilled in her sister and half sister and from a very early age vowed that she would not become just another girl in the flock of followers. No, she was going to be a leader.
She is driven and harsh--what Koli wants she gets or there is hell to pay. Now, don't take this as meaning she is cruel. Cruelty is far from her mind after the family life she has witnessed but she is firm and set in her drive to live her own life. if you are in her way, she will have no issues brushing you aside. (still WIP)

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Roleplay
Posts: 10 Level: 3 AP: 10
Element(s): Dark/Fire
Offense: 10/100
Defense: 7/100
Precision: 7/40
Endurance: 16/100
Speed: 11/100
Fame: 7/40
Passive Traits: Dash, Disciplined, Aerodynamic, Speedy Healer
Battle Traits: Powerful Jaws, Stoneblood, Wing Buffet , Shade, Pyro,  Lunge,  Extended Claws, Puncture, Tough Hide
Current Roleplay: Just Building A Ship To Wreck
Location Boost(s): +2 Defense, +2 Speed

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Special Notes
--A child from one of my personal pairs. And a sailfin. Never for trade.
--Xekoli is one of the only females aside from her mother that can make Quil uncomfortable.

[Kallile]

.::.Anoet.::.
"Still lying under stormy skies she said 'oh, I know the sun's set to rise.'"

An-oh-ett
Bred Celestial/Feathered/Body Bar/Jester/ Striped Voidbringer Paragon
Quil’lian x Deadpool

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Name: Anoet
Gender: Female  Age: 3 years  Diet: Carnivore/Animavore  Forms: Quad, Human
Lifemate: No--Open Offspring: None
Theme Song(s): Paradise by Coldplay

Like many young women, Anoet has lofty dreams of a future with a lifemate and a yard full of little ones. However, she fears men to an extent--worried that under each kind smile there is a monster like her father just waiting for her to take the bait. As such she tends to get along with women better, for she has never known them to be such monsters. The only close relationship with a male she has is with her brother Tovin, who secretly tries to protect her from their fathers' prying eyes.

Though she harbors a lot of mistrust, Anoet also harbors a great deal of blissful hope. She wants to see the world; to escape her family and just travel until she's found a place just for her where there is no more pain and worry. Her training with Deadpool was never completed, so she often misinterprets what the Fates are trying to tell her--often leading her down dangerous paths.

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Roleplay
Posts: 8 Level: 2 AP: 10
Element(s): Dark
Offense: 9/100
Defense: 5/100
Precision: 5/40
Endurance: 14/100
Speed: 8/100
Fame: 9/40
Passive Traits: Night Vision, Aerodynamic , Foresight
Battle Traits: Dark Heart, Life Drain, Wing Buffet , Tough Hide, Subduing Strike
Current Roleplay: None
Location Boost(s): None

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Special Notes
--She can be asked for in trades, though know it is unlikely I will let her go.
--She is a partial fate-seer like her mother, but needs much more work in the field to perfect it. Currently her predictions are woefully incorrect 99% of the time.

[Kallile]

.::.Kenna.::.
This is a beautification emergency!

Key-nah
Haunted Kuhna

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Name: Kenna
Gender: Female Age: Young  Forms: Quad
Lifemate: None Offspring: 2
Theme Song(s):

Kenna is a cheerful soul who’s never met stranger in her life. Though not a true ‘wild’ Kuhna, she does live on her own with adoration for the city and, more importantly, the fashion world. While the glitz and glamor is easy for her to get wrapped up in, she has one more thing that she considers a calling in her life: helping those less fortunate than herself find their inner beauty. She takes all kinds—those just wanting to freshen up, those looking to finally gain some self-confidence about their looks, and those looking to finally clean up their act altogether to find themselves a human family. As such she is something of a mobile beautician…but she doesn’t let that define her completely. Deep down she’s still just as full of wonder as a week-old kit and takes advantage of every moment that she possibly can no matter how silly it may seem to others.

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Roleplay
Posts: 26 Level: 6  AP: 15
Element(s):
Offense: 10/100
Defense: 7/100
Precision: 13/40
Endurance: 15/100
Speed: 11/100
Fame: 10/40
Passive Traits: Padded Paws, Smooth Talker, Spirit Sense
Battle Traits: Opportune Sneak Attack
Current Roleplay(s):
Location Boost(s):

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Special Notes
--An anniversary gift from one of my dearest friends, Ander. Never for trade. <3

[Kallile]

.::.Hecate.::.
"Leave me be, I'm no angel of music for you..."

Heh-Kate
Witchlight Werebetta

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Name: Hecate Avali
Gender: Female Age: Unknown Forms: Quad/Human
Lifemate: None Offspring: None
Theme Song(s): N/A

Dark, secluded, alone. These are some words that can describe both the ways Banshee looks and acts. Seeming afraid of (or maybe longing for) contact with others, she is always unable to make that right connection. Though supposed to be a beacon for those recently passed to follow, she is rather the bringer of bad news—death or disease seems to follow her and it is said those she speaks to in any great length have something terrible happen to them.  
Banshee was never meant for the life she has taken part in. She was young—the flames had yet to have taken up residence on her fins. She, like most youngsters, loved to make up and sing her own songs to pass away the few long hours of the day between naps and meals. While singing one of her songs, a man walked towards her. He was almost in a zombified state—completely blank and helpless to the power that drew him. His death an instant later was so gruesome, Banshee has barely spoken since. Haunted by the scene and by the powers that chose her, she lives alone just waiting to be told who is to be brought to their demise next

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Roleplay
Posts: 0 Level: 1 AP: 10
Element(s): Water
Offense: 11/100
Defense: 5/100
Precision: 4/40
Endurance: 14/100
Speed: 6/100
Fame: 5/40
Passive Traits: Fearless, Hydrodynamic, Witchlight
Battle Traits: Powerful Jaws , Deluge, Soundproof
Current Roleplay(s): None
Location Boost(s): N/A

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Special Notes
--Always has ravens around her when on land.
--'Hopeless'--art by Moofius

[Kallile]

.::.Eluwein.::.
“Hey, it wasn’t my idea to come take your soul! Take that up with the red guy!”

El-oo-when
Bred Reaper/Mudbelly Lucain
Pelagos x Zeta

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Name: Eluwein McHale
Gender: Female  Age: 25  Diet: Carnivore Forms: Quad/Reaper
Lifemate: Open Offspring: None
Theme Song(s): You Don't Get Me High Anymore by Phantogram

Eluwein was born into a simple enough life. Family, brothers and sisters, love all around…that is, until she hit her teenage years. Eluwein became something darker under the influence of her peers and one fateful night her life was snuffed out by these ill-placed choices. Or so it seemed.

Instead, Eluwein woke the next morning to find a note pinned to her t-shirt. It talked of pity and being of like souls…yet ended with talks of her new ‘owned’ state and owing “favors never to be repaid”. She didn’t believe it until she began getting strange packages with horrible instructions.

Beneath it all, Eluwein is a pretty laid-back girl. She has a ‘go with the flow’ attitude which often gets her into trouble and a mean streak that only worsens the situations she finds herself in. As a bounty hunter for the devil she is neither alive nor dead—just sort of existing in a suspended animation. While she actually thinks this is pretty awesome she is pretty terrible at her job. She doesn’t like doing predictable things which can be assumed is the reason the devil allowed her to stay among the living to do his dirty work in the first place.

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Roleplay
Posts: 0 Level: 1 AP: 10
Element(s): Dark
Offense: 9/100
Defense: 5/100
Precision: 7/40
Endurance: 13/100
Speed: 8/100
Fame: 10/40
Passive Traits: Inner Discipline
Battle Traits: Spiked Body, Diehard, Creeping Shadows, Life Drain, Lurking Shadows, Shade, Burst Spin, Extended Claws, Guerrilla Fighter, Lunge, Puncture, Pursuit, Scatterstrike

Current Roleplay(s): None
Location Boost(s): None

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Special Notes
--Minimal breedings, would like to only breed her to a lifemate.
--As a bounty hunter for the devil, she and Sophie Rae have an ongoing feud between them.

[Kallile]

.::.Azazel.::.
"Broken down, hurt again, it never ends. Frightened and trembling...did I fall again? An accident..my eyes encircled in black again.."

Ah-zeh-zehl
Bred Striped/Flame/Belly Sailfin Paragon
Quil’lian x Bastet

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Name: Azazel
Gender: Female  Age: 19 years  Diet:  Carnivore  Forms: Quad, Human
Lifemate: No—Looking  Offspring: None
Theme Song(s): “Façade” by Disturbed (One mild instance of language)

Azazel was born into a world that she believed beautiful and perfect—spending her childhood with her kind mother and siblings. Then…he came. Her father, though driven for a son, was somehow denied that right and took the oddly colored female instead.
Still a young thing—still not to even into her proper size bracket or with wings that are flight-worthy—Aza is having a hard time understanding this new and frightening life she had been dragged into.
Because of her father’s treatment towards her, Azazel is terrified of other males of any species besides her Uncle Dublin—to whom she is now trying to escape. While still sweet and desiring to be a gentle, loving creature, she can’t seem to find the strength to conquer her fears.  

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Roleplay
Posts: 0  Level: 1 AP: 10
Element(s): None
Offense: 8/100
Defense: 4/100
Precision: 5/50
Endurance: 13/100
Speed: 8/100
Fame: 5/40
Passive Traits: Dash, Disciplined
Battle Traits: Powerful Jaws, Stoneblood, Flame Resistant
Current Roleplay: None
Location Boost(s): None

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Special Notes
--Azazel has endured an entire childhood of hearing how useless she is, so her self-esteem is pretty non-existent. It does not take much to tear her down or lift her up—she is overly susceptible to what others think of her.
--One of my favorite babies ever bred, highly unlikely to ever be traded.

[Kallile]

.::.Amala.::.
“The quiet scares me ‘cause it screams the truth”

Ah-maul-ah
Custom Malamute/Storm/Tearstain/Eclipse Lucain

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Name: Amala Deaton
Gender: Female  Age: 32 Diet: Carnivore Forms: Human/Quad
Lifemate: Open Offspring: 1, 2. 3
Theme Song(s): Sober by Pink


On the outside, Amala appears to be a sweet, reclusive young woman who is what one might call a wallflower. And in truth that is all she really is; lacking most any courage to stand up for herself in most situations for fear of things she has no control over.

That is until her ‘friends’ come to join her. To compensate for her unfortunate and severe lack of self-esteem, Amala often turns to alcohol and pills to bolster herself and gain courage that she cannot find on a normal day. This addictive personality comes with quite a price to both her social life and her physical well-being, both in turn continue to crush her already miniscule self-esteem when sober for fear of the things she has done under the influence and the way certain people have come to look at her because of it.

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Roleplay
Posts: 62 Level: 13 AP: 20
Element(s): Ice/Electricity
Offense: 21/100
Defense: 18/100
Precision: 19/50
Endurance: 33/100
Speed: 20/100
Fame: 23/40
Passive Traits: Nightvision, Cold Adaptation,
Battle Traits: Spiked Body, Snowshoes, Conductivity, Elusive Foe
Current Roleplay(s):
Location Boost(s):

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Special Notes
--The first custom I am really proud of and should have never let go. She will forever rot with this account.
--Most of her RPs will be drug-related—please keep this in mind if you are thinking of asking for an RP with her.

[Kallile]

.::.Xavier.::.
“How am I gonna be an optimist about this?”

Zz-EH-vee-are
Custom Storm/Jacket Fox/Hearts Lucain

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Name:Xavier Hawethorne
Gender: Male  Age: 31 Diet: Carnivore Forms:Human/Quad
Lifemate: To be Kyrie Offspring: None
Theme Song(s):Pompeii by Bastille


Xavier was always a man of honor. He grow up in a normal home, went away to the police academy and later into the secret service for a short time. Since he has turned to taking private protection jobs—feeling his calling in life is to protect others. He came to be a bodyguard for a young model and his life has never quite been the same since…
((Heavy WIP—main war character))

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Roleplay
Posts: 45 Level: 10 AP: 20
Element(s): Electric/Metal
Offense: 19/100
Defense: 15/100
Precision: 15/50
Endurance: 26/100
Speed: 17/100
Fame: 25/40
Passive Traits: Dash, Forest Dweller,
Battle Traits: Spiked Body, Conductivity, Elusive Foe, Veteran Mind, Puncture, Lunge, Extended Claws, Guerrilla Fighter, Metal Plating, Combat Endurance
Current Roleplay(s): None
Location Boost(s): None

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Special Notes
--To be mated to one of my fursona children—never for trade
--He has the element of metal because I plan on having him become something of a cyborg early on in the war—it has just not happened RP wise yet. So yes, there is method to my madness. P=

[Kallile]

.::.Naitouc.::.
"What's your deal, punk? I've seen things that will scare you into a model citizen."

Nigh-tock
Bred Dingo/Appaloosa Lucain
Coviell x Nation

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Name: Naitouc
Gender: Female Age: Middle-Aged Forms: Quad/Human
Lifemate: Open Offspring: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Theme Song(s): N/A

A little on the cold and reclusive side, one can hardly blame Naitouc for her reluctance to become deeply attached to anything.  Her recently retired status in the force as in investigator left her with a bitter taste in her mouth for the true deception that every person she has encountered is capable of. The knowledge that, truly, everyone has a price has shaken her view of the world and the people in it—Nai takes great care in keeping herself guarded from those who may pry too much. She can be a bit paranoid at times, and believes in group conspiracies based on her past experiences.

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Roleplay
Posts: 25 Level: 6 AP: 15
Element(s): Earth
Offense: 14/100
Defense: 10/100
Precision: 12/40
Endurance: 18/100
Speed: 13/100
Fame: 15/40
Passive Traits: Mountain Dweller, Plains Dweller
Battle Traits: Spiked Body, Veteran Mind, Subduing Strike, Pursuit, Combat Endurance, Lunge
Current Roleplay(s): None
Location Boost(s): None

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Special Notes
--Possibly for trade

[Kallile]

.::.Roux.::.
"Now how should I feel? I think I feel alright..."

Row-Kks
Bred Desert Runner/ Storm Lucain
Jury x Ranijin

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Name: Roux
Gender: Male Age: Early 20's Forms: Quad, sometimes human
Lifemate: None Offspring: 1, 2, 3
Theme Song(s):


Grace is something Roux did not inherit from his mother. Instead, Roux inherited very little from either parent. With his mother Jury unsure of what to do with her pup once he was old enough to start walking around, Roux got very few lessons on social skills. He's awkward, clumsy, but he can cook. He is named after a sauce, after all (even if it was just because Kallile liked the word). He was mostly raised by his "Aunt" Kaitori‚ what little he knows he has learned from them. He is sweet and tender hearted—easily crushed by words and actions against him. His outgoing side only really comes out when he's preparing a meal—which is sad since no one appreciates his strange foods. He deeply longs for a real friend—someone who won’t walk all over him like the rest.

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Roleplay
Posts: 18 Level: 4 AP: 10
Element(s): Electric
Offense: 13/100
Defense: 9/100
Precision: 9/40
Endurance: 16/100
Speed: 12/100
Fame: 13/40
Passive Traits: Dash
Battle Traits: Spiked Body, Conductivity, Elusive Foe
Current Roleplay(s): None
Location Boost(s): N/A

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Special Notes
--Possibly up for trade