Calypso's Half Sista

[Tundra ?]

CHAOS[/font]



-- Well, that's about all for her description. She is Calypso's half sister who is a year older than her. She is very snappy, rude to Calypso and dislikes her a lot. Calypso loves her even though she's harsh to her. Chaos was forced into this relationship because of her father mating with Calypso's mother. She is very judgmental and has a sassy mouth to go along with that pretty little face of hers.

GENERAL INFO

Name: Chaos - of course, if you audition with a better name you can change it to that. :3

Age: Somewhere between 3-4

Breed: German shepherd x German shepherd x Collie

Gender: Female, duh

Her set: Chaos

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What I would like to see in the audition;


1. Her [new] Name
2. At least 200+ word post
3. Someone who can play her well, who follows her personalty
4. Someone having fun! ;D

Anyone who auditions will have my eternal greatness!!! 8D Thanks guys!

[Vrancho]

Quick Summary;
Alias: vrancha
Age: Three years, nine months.
Breed: [German Shepherd] xx [German Shepherd x collie]

Personality:gentle,a little bitter,judgemental,protective,valiant,vivacious,cute,strong.She is bitter towards her sister Calypso,and she's also judgemental.But if someone would just show kindness to her(like Calypso)she would come out of her bitter shell.Half of her hates her sister,but the other half of her has this strange feeling for Calypso.Like she has a soft spot in her heart for Calypso,but she doesn't show it.She hardly even knows it's there.Someone needs to show her that it is.
New name:Aerabella
Sample Post:Aerabella loved the road that lead her through the town.She sighed happily.She looked at the beautiful sunset.If she stayed here too long she would not eat dinner.She walked through town,sniffing,hoping there was food nearby.Her sharp nose took in the wonderful scent of quail by the little fishing lake.She hurried over to catch her meal.As she got closer she stealthily lowered herself down and started crawling through the bushes.She pounced,and caught it.She felt warm,delicious flesh ooze through her mouth.Yes,it was disgusting,but it was food.It was her ticket to life.Without food,she could not live.Aerabella settled down and worked on the quail.Unfortunately,there were no bones to chew on.But she had filled her stomach.That was all that mattered.She thought of Calypso,her sister.She always had to spoil everything.But she couldn't spoil this.Miko would avoid Calypso.She knew Calypso loved her,but she didn't love Calypso.She was so....so.......Well,Bella didn't know.I guess why I don't like her is because Daddy loves her more than me.Bella couldn't help the bitter feeling inside of her about her sister.She slowly crept out of her hiding place in the bushes and stood by the lake shore,staring at her reflection.She was quite beautiful,with brown and black fur.Her fur was long and wavy and smooth.Her dark eyes and eyebrows were a slight contrast to her mostly black fur.Her eyes were beautiful,and when they looked at you,it feels like they can see through you to all of your problems and cares.Aerabella walked over and looked at the sunset again.There is nothing that has such rare beauty as the sunset.

[•Kayran•]

Quick Summary;
Alias: Katrina (Named after the Hurricane for her destructive additude)
Age: 4 years
Breed: [German Shepherd] xx [German Shepherd x Border Collie]

Persona : Manipulative, Rude, Short - Tempered, Sarcastic, Snappy, Powerful, Sneaky, Impactful, Snoopy

"There she goes again. That stupid little offspring of her mother, jabbing on about her 'adventures' in the meadow. Ugh, sometimes i'd wish she'd shut up." Katrina said this quietly to herself as Calypso talked quickly to her mother and stepfather about what she'd found that day. That's right, stepfather. Katrina had been flung into this relationship by her wretched father (as she put it) before she even knew what was happening. One day, the fae's father had returned to Katrina to say, "Hey! Guess what? I found a perfect mate! She has a wonderful little pup, a girl, who can't wait to meet you!" But that's just it. She didn't want another burden on her shoulders. She loved being the center of attention. When her cheery father brought Katrina to meet her, Calypso approached with the excitable additude of, "Hi, I'm Calypso! You must be -" But before she could finish, Katrina said in a snappy, rude tone, "Get lost brat." Calypso replied awkwardly with, "Ok, I'll see you later." Returning to reality, Katrina's nose wrinkled in disgust. The vixen couldn't stand the sight of that damn, cheery little bitch. One time, in a effort to make her father like her, Katrina rolled around in some mud, just like Calypso. At the sight of the pup, Katrina's father laughed as hard as her could as if Calypso had a 70's sitcom hanging from her neck. At the sight of the other femme, however, he reckoned her about how she should be more mature for her age. Katrina spat, walking as Calypso happily pranced away to sleep. As the grasps of slumber pulled her in as well, a evil grin decorated Katrina's face. "I will be daddy's little girl one day, you little ruffin."

[Vrancho]

Is she even still up for adoption???

[Tundra ?]

I guess not, since Relic has deleted her post and that was the best one for Chaos.. she might be returned later for adoption, but for now she's not available.

[? relic]

Oh, I deleted it because I thought she was already taken. x.x

[Vrancho]

Oh, cuz I love her to bits,and I applied, was just wondering what was going on. XD

[Tundra ?]

Oh! Haha yeah, I mean if you still want to finish your application Relic, I'd be happy to accept it. I just didn't feel muse for Calypso - so if you still want her she's available.

Alias: Sangre
Age: 3 years
Breed: [German Shepherd] xx [German Shepherd x Border Collie]
Personality:Devoted; upon finding a cause to follow the stubborn creature will never give up. either she dies in the process or whatever she has set out to do is completed.

Intelligent; Sangre is no slow poke. her mind is sharp and strategy is strong within her. at times this can make her philosophical but generally it just makes her disturbing.

Reliable; despite everything the girl has only ever broken one promise in her four years. if she vows to do something it will happen or her blood will stain the keys leading to it's completion.

Proactive; sengrecan be described as anything but apathetic. when something needs doing the gal is swift to take on the task. she is an up in arms sort of person with an extreme dislike of lethargy.

Protective; in Sangre's mind only she can mess with the people around her. anyone else tries and she'll snap their heads off. it's a slightly twisted manor of looking at things, but she is viciously protective of her home, even if she doesn't show it very often.

Affectionate; an odd word to attach to the rouge, but a truth none the less. despite her bitter aspects the girl can't stand being by herself. she tends to find someone to latch onto and clutches to them like a baby opossum or some such nuisance.

Hyper active; sitting is an unheard of activity. bouncing however... Sangre is a sleep deprived lunatic, and can often be found wandering around at night. her general level of anxiety makes it difficult to sleep, a thing she combats by being naturally hyperactive.

Manipulative; inherently selfish Sangre fights only for herself now. corrupted by the death of her brother the woman has become a clever little snake. everything can be twisted and with her glib tongue she croons for her own desires and little else.

Mild Schizophrenic; Sangre was always a little off and after the brutal death of her sibling she began to see his image. She can often be seen talking to nothing and responding as if someone has spoken back.

Paranoid; volatile and terrified of being trapped, sangre takes everything in with a sort of black haze. until it is proven the dog trusts nothing, at times actively hating it. she expects attacks from every side and will always trust a person to turn on her rather then turn away.

Cruel; blunt and horrible in her cruelty sangre takes great joy from making others hurt. rather often the monster will speak in rhymes designed to drag out hidden turmoil. it is a thing she lives for, that breaking down. the woman's obsession with psychology has lead to her using rather horrid methods of speech to get reactions out of others. all for the experiments, right?

Vengeful; sangre is not a kind soul. she is a vengeful spirit with no ability to forgive. once turned upon the woman will never halt in her fury. her grudge will be carried out in someway or another.

Obnoxious; she'll do anything to prove she's right, even if it means acting like a cat. she'll meow and hiss at you until you either cave or brawl. Sangre has come to the realization that you can annoy anyone into admitting just about anything.

loves beloved; after the death of her brother Sangre become utterly obsessed with his killers, she could be described as an obsessive freak in that aspect. if she could she'd have four walls of taped up pictures and connective red string. the girl has a set vendetta for the dogs who destroyed her beloved and the monstrous psychological corruption that has occurred because of it is an intricate part of her personality.

obsessed over psychology; Sangre is fascinated by the way emotions work. she wants to be able to predict the world, and as such enjoys playing games with others to discover their particular set of personality traits.

adores literature; books are an escape from reality and in the same instant a cunning definition of that same very thing. they are a study of the mind, and through literature you can glean the greatest insights on the people surrounding you.

hates stupidity; it annoys her. there is nothing worse in any personality then stupidity, and it can not be redeemed by any personality trait on the planet. if sangre deems a dog moronic for any reason she will treat that person in the same manor that she would treat a rat, or some kind of pond life.

loathes apathy; to lounge is to be useless. if you are useless you do not deserve to live. it is a soul deep hatred that sangre takes quiet seriously. it can be either physical mental or emotional apathy, any form sends the she-cat spitting.

disgusted by disloyalty; it is the heart of every war and every ounce of pain on the accursed planet. being genetically prone towards horrendously high levels of loyalty sangre finds the showing of liars and disloyal freaks abhorrent.

needs retribution; dead. they must all be dead, by some means or another. of the five people who helped in her brother's death, three are dead. two left then, and after those two sangre will find new priorities.

fears water; sangre has a rather bad fear of drowning and as such can not bring herself to approach large collections of water.

RP Sample:

Sangre was a rare exception. Seeing as her mind was unpleasantly troubling her that morning, the shepherd mix found herself treading the well-worn path up to a foreboding cave. The beauty of the winter morning was well apparent- the glistening snow lingering over every surface, the sky as bright and blue as a robin's egg, with birds sounding out their glorious songs through the still air. The beauty of nature was lost on Sangre, however. She was a dog on a mission, and she was going to get to the cove no matter what it took. Stopping for a moment to ill-temperedly shake some loose snow off of her pelt, the sheperd mix let a loud groan escape her maw as more of the icy substance fell down on her from a low-hanging tree branch, splattering around her head and shoulders. The snow was now, no doubt, going to soak into her thick fur and cause her skin to feel damp and unpleasant. Growling in distaste, Sangre continued her trek forward, narrowing her eyes in annoyance. She, contrary to popular belief, hated winter with a passion- it wasn't so much that she couldn't take the cold, for her fur was relatively thick, but the snow soaking into her pelt made it damp and uncomfortable- so the sooner she found shelter, in her mind, the better. Letting a sigh of relief escape her maw as the entrance to the cave (or at least what she assumed was the entrance) came into view, Sangre picked up the pace, her long legs kicking up mounds of snow as she neared the foreboding work of nature. She had been here once, many months ago, but the memory was awfully blurred in her brain. It would do her well to visit here again and see what other canines were lurking about the cove. Sangre could always use new suckers to manipluate, after all, and there had been a recent shortage of those.

Cautiously entering the cove, Sangre let her eyes slowly adjust to the dim light of the caverns, noting the twisting and turning tunnels whicch ran through its depths. Sangre decided that she wouldn't be stupid enough to try and follow any of them- after all, she could get stuck down one of them, and the Legion would be without a Legatus, Charon without a student. And she most certainly did not want that to happen. Staring down at the skeletons littering the floor with a bemused glance, Sangre shook her head in a half-mocking gesture of sadness. Maybe if humans weren't such dim-witted creatures, they could have found a way out of the caves. But alas, they could not, and so they had perished in the twisting caverns. A canine would never let that happen to them- a canine would be smart enough to find a way out, for they knew how to battle against the elements, how to battle against death itself. A human would just panic and in turn lead itself to its inevitable fate. Smirking, Sangre began a slow circle around the cavern, noting the huge stalactites hanging from the ceiling, and the smaller stalagmites that clung stubbornly to the cold, damp stone floor. Nearing the pool of freshwater that made up the center of the cavern, Sangre peered into its depths, trying to locate the fabled underwater tunnel that supposedly lay deep beneath the surface. If she needed to make a quick exit from here, she supposed that either the entrance to the cavern or the pool would work- although Sangre really wasn't sure as to how long she could hold her breath while looking for the tunnel, and to drown with sheer feet of water pressing down on her wasn't exactly the most pleasant of prospects. Inwardly shivering as she tried to force the thought to the back of her mind, Sangre lifted her black nose to the air, deeply inhaling a few times in quick succession to try and pick up any lingering canine scents in the area.

Most of them were fairly stale, but there was one that stood out in her brain, reawakened a distant memory. She knew that scent... but from where? Following it as she carefully trotted down one of the twisting tunnels, taking a quick note of where the entrance was should the canine be violent or not who she thought it was, Sangre was surprised to find that after a short walk, the tunnel opened up into another, smaller cavern. The scent was fresher here, and Sangre turned her head to see a startingly familiar pelt. Smirking to herself, making sure that the female did not see her, Sangre silently jumped up onto a nearby rock structure, slinking along until she was almost directly overhead the other canine. Opening her maw, Sangre stepped forward, letting a series of joyful, sarcastic, lyrics escape her maw."Calypso, dear! It's been months since I saw you last! How are you faring?" she spoke, letting a wide, fake grin come to her maw, as if she was actually happy to see the insane, overly happy female that she'd first met all those months ago. "Do you remember me? Sangre? We met at the graveyard on that rainy night, I'm sure you'll recall. Or perhaps you need your memory refreshed, love?" Hopping down from the rock structure, Sangre slunk closer to the female, letting one last set of tinkling lyrics escape her maw. "So, what brings little miss daddy's girl to such a dreary location on this fine winter morning, my dear?" the shepherd mix spoke, sitting back on her haunches as she sized Clypso up, inwardly smirking all the while. "Stupid little bitch." she thought to herself. "One of these days, I will have your head!"

This was going to be an interesting morning indeed.

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Word Count 979

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N A M E vera

S A M P L E P O S T
it seemed that every single living canine in this tiny little dust bowl of a town had a problem. with her. honestly, sometimes it became a problem, she had no allies in any battle that the gorgeous fae would just so happen to get herself into, yet there was also those multiple points in time where vera found herself just waiting for someone dare mouth off to her, waiting to blow up, release all the anger, bubbling and boiling in her veins. it was those sudden mood swings that ticked in her soul, just waiting until someone, said the right words to make her blow up. amber eyes flooding with flames at this point from that stupid, idotic little puppy, speaking her mind directed for only the ears of the german shepherd mix, obviously asking, no, begging to get her tiny self ripped to shreds. who knew, the pup could have been gutted right the second after vera left, well after the gold and black femme spat some words full of hatred advice to the french bulldog who could have been no more than a pup. sure, vera didn’t like very many people, however, she was not a puppy murderer, unless that new life just happened to really tick her off, it was only a matter of time.

licking her chops, wishing they would be covered in blood, a meal that she so desired, so needed by this point, it had been a couple days since the large breed dog had felt flesh beneath her sharp, ivory canines, the adrenaline rush, and a full belly to follow, those multiple things that she missed to the fullest extent to even be possible for the small amount of time it had been since her last kill, a rather plump rabbit in which she had used to fulfill her need for a punching bag, in order to release the seemingly constant flow of anger. taking a deep inhalation of the crisp autumn air, enjoying the scent of dinner, scowling at the sight of the sun setting. now was the debate. a deer that oculd quite possibly inflict terrible pain soaring through her body with a single kick, even after a long trek to the wilderness, also the dim lighting of night without nightvision like a cat, yet that one meal would feed her for a week. the other option would be to go for the rather quaint meal of rabbit, normal, boring, a good chase, in that case she would have to capture multiple in order to feed herself for a week.

taking the supper route that her imperfect mind thought would fit best for the amount of steam coming out of her ears and heading for the forest, not taking any more time to think her plan over, just going with it, making sure to take in her surroundings to her best ability so she could easily find her way back to the ranch house that she called home sweet home. padding swiftly and silently through the thickets of trees and shrubs, that were now intentionally beginning to loose their orange, yellow and red tainted leaves to prepare themselves to bare through the winter, containing even the slightest yip as she slipped and slid all over the slippery wet plants from the previous rain. coming closer to the enormous herd now, crouching low, inhaling deep, waiting to find the weakest of them all, possibly an elder or a young female, no males would hardly ever be accepted by this clever female, the girl knew better than to go after one with horns or even a butt’n buck with stubs.

catching the drift, not letting go, and following out what her original idea was, getting as close as possible by merely crouching, and running at the same time, muscles rippling, heart racing, feet lifting into the air in a giant leap, collapsing onto the ground, or the doe who was mourning now, louder, louder. annoying, that was all it was, there was no use, the game was over. directing anger towards the mammal and tearing into the thick skin, letting blood trickle out of her mouth as other huge deer watched in amazement as the canine ate their friend, possibly family, the idea sick to them, graciously delicious to the other end who needed that food for survival. there was those times where her starvation allowed her mind to wander towards the negative thoughts of death, her heart filled with sorrow for those lives in which she had destroyed in order to save her own, sometimes she even found herself thanking them. rare. like the meat that had very previously filled her stomach to the brim.

W O R D S 812

[? relic]

Alias; Winchester

Sex; Plenty, I assure you. Female.

Age; Four Years

Blood; [German Shepherd] xx [German Shepherd x Rough Collie]

It was barely a week into the winter season, and the mutts around town were getting braver and braver. Constantly harassed and followed by the testosterone-driven bastards, Winchester was forced home earlier than she would have liked every day. Making sure she wasn't being followed, the female slipped under the wire fence, and into the desolate orchards of her home. She trotted to the small house that she and her mother had taken residence in, and gently grabbed a small mason jar off of the shelf. She carried it in to the living room, and found her sickly mother curled up on the couch. "Hey," she said softly, nuzzling the canine before her. "I couldn't find anything today... but, I-I swear I'll get you something fresh next time I go out!" her voice cracked as she let her ears fall in defeat, and lay her head next to her mother's chest. The femme looked to her daughter, a weak, understanding smile present on her face. "Don't worry, darling. I'll be f-" she wheezed, and shut her eyes tight in pain. "fine. Just... just fine." the shepherd nuzzled her beloved daughter. Fighting back the tears, and just barely staying strong, Winchester grabbed the mason jar and broke it, pouring its contents out before her mother. "I found more of those jars of fruit, though. They'll keep us fed when times get tough." She sat back, stomach growling as a result of starving herself for three days. The shepherd lapped up the strawberry preserves, cringing a bit at the sweetness. The female gave a smile of thanks to her daughter, and gently shut her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

With a sigh, she curled up on the floor. "I really don't want to be so...cruel to the others. But... I have to. Survival of the fittest, you know?" the mutt thought to herself. If you got to know her, she really was a sweet girl. She was protective, loyal, and caring; the type of dog to put others before herself. However, she couldn't afford to be nice to everyone she met now. With her mother's condition worsening, and the dropping temperatures forcing away all of the potential prey, she was fighting an uphill battle. She was desperate to cure her mother's unknown illness, but alas, she was failing. Win thought back to her youth, and shuddered at the horrid memory. Growing up watching your mother get beaten until she bled by the selfish bastard you called "dad" could affect even the kindest of hearts. Maybe that was why she was so stone cold to everyone she met. She'd had to protect her mother and herself since she was four months old, and, well, fighting was a natural instinct nowadays. She didn't think twice about stealing these days, her mother was more important than any of these scrawny mutts that cared for nothing more than violence. Winchester sighed to herself, knowing she was running out of time and options. Another flashback struck her hard, and she lost control. Breaking down into a weeping mess, she thought back to when her dad announced he was leaving for his new family. While happy that he was leaving, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken. He had showered she and her mother with hatred and pain since day one, but now he was happily skipping off to care for his new daughter. Her name was Calypso, and she had no idea how good she had it. True, it was harsh, but Winchester couldn't help bashing her every time she saw her. All of her pent up anger, pain, and jealousy just exploded whenever she was near the brat.

A tear ran down the collie mix's face as she clenched her jaw tight. Damnit, why did things have to turn out this way? She should have been able to enjoy her days as a whelp, not to live in fear. She should have been cared for, played with, and loved. The only ounce of care she ever received was from her beaten down mother, who was too weak to care for herself after Winchester's father was done with her. Her chest convulsed with each sob, causing her to periodically gasp for air. "Look at me... how pathetic." she scolded herself. Her head throbbed, her stomach ached, and her lungs burned; all she needed was a little relief from it all. Maybe she should sleep. Ooh, yes, that sounded wonderful. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she soon surrendered to the oh-so amazing world of unconsciousness.

[Tundra ?]

Thank you all for trying out.

It was a hard decision, but I have come to a conclusion. Relic has won Winchester, so congratulations dear and I hope you enjoy. However, I would like to see a little bit more domination and aggressiveness, it is your dog whether she's calm at heart or not, but I suggest not. xD So have fun!

[? relic]

Aha, I'm sure she'll be plenty more aggressive when interacting with dogs that she isn't so comfortable with. Thanks, I can't wait to flesh out her character. <3