ataciara said:

Royal Pack

I'm sorry but, unfortunately, not much has changed in the form and it still does not meet the standard; in the roleplay, the minimum post length will be 250 words, and I worry meeting that routinely may burn you out, especially with the detail expected. I do still have to decline Eseniya. Also, please in the future allow me to handle reservations <3 I marked it as unreserved due to declining the form previously; I would not have outright accepted the reservation, but they are still welcome to make the submission, and changes would be asked if necessary.

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• ~ Adelheide ~ •

"Have you come again to tell me another one of your thrilling tales?"

"I'm old but I have no problem throwing you off that cliff if you don't spare me from your screeching!"

[ Name ]

Fyodor

Meaning: a gift of God

[ Age ]

3 years old

[ Gender ]

Male

[ Position ]

Team

[ Appearance ]

The typical Siberian Husky is known for his pleasant and awe-striking deep black coat, pure white markings and those knowing blue eyes. Fyodor does not completely follow this rule in his pigmentation. He does bear the saddle pattern and those shocking eyes.

The first layer is a white. It’s not as perfect like cotton, however, rather it is more like snow. Snow can easily turn from purity to an ugly mess. We daydream about snow’s cleanness, but snow can easily be messed up by the dirt, grass and grim from the earth. Just like Fyodor’s coat. Above that is a saddle-back marking of reddish brown. Not a like a dying rose’s coloration rather like red clay dirt and even that isn’t prominent. At the edges of the saddle-back marking, his redder coloration is very light and if you look at his individual fur you will see that most of the hair strand is actual white—the red is just at the tips. This continues on both of his sides, the red slowly invading more of the white space as it climbs up onto his back. Around his spine is where it is the richest red, which matches a pile of red clay. His muzzle is white and so are his cheeks. If you draw two perfect circles that don’t touch each other around his eyes, you would outline the white circling his baby blues. Everything else is the red that matches his back. His pointed ears’ inside fur is white, but outlining the edges is the deep red-brown of his back. He owns a strawberry nose and gums.

His height is a decent 22 inches to the withers. It’s a rather nice average and he appreciates that he isn’t too small but that he isn’t a hurricane of a dog either. He pities the teeny tiny purse pooches who’d die at the sight of a mastiff. Larger dogs have to do more work. While he doesn’t mind work and he loves it, he knows that they have a more difficult life later on. He’s fine with being is height. His weight, 52 lb, as well.

[ Personality ]

He can be a stubborn cow sometimes and about the dumbest thing. For example, if you tell him how to correctly pronounce a word, he’ll do the exact opposite. Sometimes he doesn’t pronounce his ‘r’s well so they turn out like ‘w’s instead. He doesn’t mind that he sounds like a toddler, but others might be bothered by this. If you try to make him say it correctly he won’t although he has potential to. If it is something more serious, such as a life/death situation, he will listen and obey without hesitation. If it is personal, like asking for forgiveness, he will wait for you to make the first move. His pride won’t let him admit to you that he had been wrong. He can also be very single-minded and won’t understand why you can’t be a bit or flexible or why you freaked out over something that seemed small to himself. He’ll carry a chip on his shoulder or feel awkward around you until it has been resolved. Until it has, the relationship won’t be the same and the longer you wait the more things between you will change.

He does respect the leaders and acknowledges that they are smarter than himself. He reveres them and knows that they have a better chance of survival with them. He finds them essential to the group because everything would result in chaos without them. Everyone else, including the bigger dogs, he treats as equals. He is affectionate to all human beings, strangers or frequent company; especially to his mushers. Towards new dogs, he is suspicious for a couple of hours (sometimes days). However, in the end, he’ll always warm up. He likes to play roughly and will charge at you like a bullet, jumping up at you to yank at your neck fur.

He is an early bird. He likes to go to bed when the sunsets and wake up just before it rises. He can push himself to stay awake, but there is a good chance that he’ll fall asleep. He’s not the best to have for a night watch. He is a good morning riser and is ready to roll after he’s stretched back some. He believes in “early to bed and early to rise, makes a dog healthy and wise” with all his heart.

He can be impulsive and his trainer had to work hard with him as he likes to chase and bark at everything that darts in front of him. He is only three years old, so he is fairly energetic and sometimes has random spurts of energy. He is anything but paranoid. Sometimes his issue is not thinking enough actually. He prefers to do, rather than think. Running the sled was fun and he loved to run. Whenever he is required to run with the sun down, he pretends that he was chasing after the lead dog’s tail so that he’d stay awake. Sometimes it was fairly easy to imagine Armen’s grey fluffy tail was a fat squirrel. Other times not. Because he is a doer and not a thinker, he can be reckless and foolish at times. Whenever this happens, a rare event happens. He apologizes, especially if someone or something got hurt or almost got hurt. If anything happened to his fellows because of his actions, he’d probably die from lack of will to live.

Whenever he gets a spring fancy, he gets unnaturally shy towards the female. He can’t talk either, it’s like his million-mile-per-hour-beating heart rammed itself up in his throat. Somehow this usually affects his facial structures so that a dumb smile spreads on his face. If he get’s it really bad, you can almost see cartoon hearts over his eyes and his eyes are up in dreamyville. Then when she leaves his heart drops back between his ribs, barely missing his stomach. He recovers slowly after that, but she’s always in his mind and what she had just said to him repeats over and over and he’ll keep on pressing the restart button until he sees her again. Then the process repeats itself. Finally it’ll stop when he stops falling. Depending on the way he fell, he’ll either break his heart and a couple bones or land like a professional.

[ Crush]

Nope, maybe later

[ Partner ]

Nope

[ Team Relationships ]

Arman: tbd

Yekatarina: tbd

Nikita: tbd

Adelheide: tbd

Makarov: tbd