(continuing from first post cuz after I get a paragraph her so, the screen moves everytime I type. So annoying!)
Bio FormName:
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Gender:
Breed:
Role:
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History And Personality:
Crush:
Mate:
Pups:
Friends:
Enemies:
Anything Else?:
My CharactersName: Fern
Age: 2
Gender: female
Breed: Australian Shepherd
Role: main charrie
Appearence:
History And Personality: Fern grew up on the right side of the street, but always had this dream of falling for someone from the wrong side. Now that she has gotten her wish, things aren't as she had expected. She is glad to be home, but is confused at how no one knows her and she can't even get to her friends. She still tries to stay strong, and her temper flares at times, but she'll make some friends on this side of the street soon enough. Once she gets more comfortable with these dogs, she starts to build relationships that her mate probably wouldn't be to happy with. Fern is about to realize she has yet to find love.
Crush: her mate, but this is will change
Mate: not yet named
Pups: none yet
Friends: all of the upper class dogs and will make friends with the strays
Enemies: gets some when she first comes back home
Anything Else?: if she had a theme song, it would be Franklin by Paramore (I would suggest listening to it cause it;s the inspiration for this rp)
Name: Tyson
Age: 3
Gender: male
Breed: pure-bred mutt
Role: stray
Appearence:
History And Personality: Tyson doesn't have the best of pasts. His life started in a puppy mill that he, luckily, didn't spend much time in. He was given to a pet store and told he was a lab puppy, which he could pass for when he was younger. He was sold to a nicely rich family that spoiled him rotten. Until he got to be too big. Tyson was never disciplined and destroyed the house. He was hounded over to the pound where his only bright spot in those miserable months was the finding of a sister who informed that the puppy mill had been closed down after a dog show incident because one of the dogs wasn't purebred. A few months later, Tyson and the other dogs were involved in a mass escape of the pound, with the help of a few cat claws. But all the dogs were destined for the streets. Luckily, Tyson was able to hang around an older dog that had grown up on the streets and Tyson proved to be a quickl learner. Now, Tyson does all he can to help newbies on the street, though he still has a cocky and egtistical where of doing it that most dogs don't really appreciate. Tyson is sort of full of himself, but the street dogs get along with him just fine so he sees no problem with it. His favorite happy is to sneak up into the upper class house and flirt and tease the females there. Some how, he doesn't get caught.
Crush: open
Mate: none
Pups: none
Friends: the street dogs
Enemies: none really
Anything Else?: nope
Name: Rosie May
Age: 2
Gender: female
Breed: Papillon
Role: Upper Class
Appearence:
History And Personality: Rosie had lived the life of luxery since she was a pup. She has never had a care in the world. When she comes walking down the street, most can mistake her for a prissy little pet. Well, even though she mostly is, she also has a very adventurous and curious heart. She will stand up to any challenge or any male. She may be small and pretty, maybe even fragile, but she has got a firey spirit.
Crush: open
Mate: none
Pups: none
Friends: she was close friends with Fern before she left
Enemies: she doesn't like a lot of the upper class dog
Anything Else?: nope
