Venom couldn't keep against it, the memory continuing.

"Venom, you, you... Killed..." It wasn't the first time. Venom hated them, humans. Her first kill was that of a young child. It was their birthday. She had been walking near their house when a young boy giggled, turning a corner to the back of their apartment in a crown that read "Happy Birthday, Miles!" The child saw Venom and froze, taking a wary step back. Ven smiled. "Hello, birthday boy! I have a birthday surprise for you!" The child brightened up, and hesitated but stepped to follow Venom. Venom grinned, and began to lead the child into a dark ally, "Come along. It seems scary, but once you reach the area, you get your present." The child, so naïve, followed in, walking forwards as Venom stopped and put one hand behind her back. "Now count to three! No peeking." The child laughed excitedly and began counting, hands clapped over his eyes. One. Venom whipped out a knife, one she had stolen, and approached the child. Two. She twisted the blade handle in her fingers, smiling still as she neared the child, who was standing next to a brick wall. Three. "Surprise!" She yelled, shoving the knife into the chest of the child, who screamed before the knife was retracted, tears streaming down the face of the kid as he slumped against the wall. Dead. The crown he had worn now dropped, blood splattered all around. Venom simply walked away, staying hidden until that night when she washed up in a fountain. The water was warm, but it sent her shivers. She had killed. But she had seen the evil future of the child. His kindness would die, just like all the other monsters. But when she had killed the other homeless with her arrow, Kimber narrowed his eyes and shouted to her, "Killing is not good. That makes you practically like one of those other ignorant humans that can afford things!" He exclaimed, Ven simply shooting back, "Killing rids of humans. Humans deserve to die. Even us. And besides." She whipped out her knife and slammed it deep into a wooden post, turning it slowly. "It helps. Killing helps." May was confused, "Helps with what?" Venom stayed silent, pulling out the knife and sheathing it. Yes, all people called her evil for killing. But Venom saw the true evil. That is what she did. She saw the bad inside the hearts of people, and could get into their minds because of it. She was the monster under your bed, the voices in your head, and the shadow that seemed to shift closer and closer. Venom had darkness sin her heart, while people had evil. The evil to Ven was the ignorance, humans tearing ecah itehr apart to put themselves at the top for power. Every human had it, so she killed, and killed, and killed to try and take down as many humans as she could get away with. Of course, Venom was aware of her own evil. She had a different kind of evil, the stereotyped evil that was obvious. The murderous evil. But after all this, in the end, Venom decided for herself what had to happen. She would kill, and that was fine. She left Kimber and May one day, taking her bow and arrows, and knife. And she killed. That is all she did, learning to read people, get to their heads, and kill just by that. Kill by bow, kill by knife. When she returned to Kimber and May, she saw something new. Cars of black and white with blue and red sirens whipping up. Police. They came for Kimber and May, who had desperately robbed when Venom left them. They were atken by the police, and the police found Venom, too. Three chased her down, but three ended up dead. A forth arrived, but ran and didn't challenge Venom. However, in the madness, Kimber had tried fighting against the police and gotten himself shot, where he lay on the muddy ground, dying where the police left him. Ven approached him, not really caring. Kimber would have snapped just like the other humans anyways, Venom had seen it. One police car didn't leave, but Ven didn't notice it. She turned shuddering as she stopped to look down at her knife, which she held in her hands. Her shirt was bloodied, and she was a murderer. But at this point, she didn't care. She despised them, the people. None could ever be good, truly. So she killed. But it was too late as a crack shot through the air. A bullet narrowly missed the leg of Venom, who spun around with knife raised. A second shot cracked, and hit her right in the shoulder, stumbling, Ven fell and faked a death an officer panting and walking up to glance once at her body before jumping into his car and leaving, though he should have taken her form. She stood, and winced as she plucked the bullet from her shoulder. It barely penetrated her skin, and more grazed her shoulder to lodge last second rather than do serious damage. So, knowing the police would return for inspection or whatever, Venom made some art. When the police returned, Venom's presumed dead body would be gone, and in her place would be a message written on the grey pavement in blood, "Sometimes to do some good you've got to be the bad guy."

Venom blinked, flashing back to normal time again. There was one more crucial piece to her story, but she couldn't let that rise. No. It was the main thing Chip had made her remember, though she didn't want to remember it. But it handed her a knife and placed her bow in hand, arrows in a quiver and eyes sharp to kill. That memory was the nail in the coffin, the final thing that completed who Venom was. It was her story in whole. Yes, it was a shattered story, shattered by all sorts of things. But that [b]was[/b] Venom. Shattered. A shattered, broken, pieced soul.

[b]Name:[/b] Tectonic

[b]Age:[/b] 3

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Breed:[/b] Dutch Shepherd

[b]Desired Rank:[/b] Unsure. Was looking to be a police dog then later move into the pack? Would that classify as loner because I see that all the loner slots are filled...

[b]Mate:[/b] None

[b]Crush:[/b] None

[b]Appearance:[/b] Tectonic looks like your average dutch shepherd, just on the leaner side.

[b]Personality:[/b] Tectonic is a more aggressive, crime solving character rather than a friendly dog. She is determined as a case closer and is unusually intelligent. Her strength is average but she is agile and knows how to evade and attack. She is on the more cunning side, but can be loyal and helpful when with her allies. She isn't the best with survival knowledge, but her life mostly revolves around her smarts anyways. It is hard to break the ice and become friends with her, but the quiet, stalker dog is actually pretty fun sided when you know her better.

[b]History:[/b] Tectonic was born to a family of 3 brothers and 2 sisters, who she knew best because she had no knowledge of her parents, as before she could see they were shipped away for dog shows. Humans raised the pups, two of her brothers and one sister becoming dog show animals, and the remaining siblings joining up with the dog trick training world. Because of her unique skills as a dog, often being able to rat out different small house cases, and even biting a thief who tried to escape through a window and barking in alert when he tried fleeing the house. At that same crime scene, the FBI took her for specialized training, and she was given the name Alakazam. Before she had had the name Klepto, meaning steal, but now she was being trained against that. Alakazam was trained for 1 year and a half before being handed to the police with the K-9 unit name, Tectonic. Since, she has been with the force as a chief ranked dog.

[b]Strengths:[/b] Training gives her speed and insane intelligence, problem solving skills, isn't fazed by much.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Innocents hurt, cats, rodents, young children, has a chipped ear from training which is sensitive to blows/hits

[b]Other:[/b] Name in home: Klepto. Name in FBI: Alakazam. Current/K-9 unit name: Tectonic.

[b]Name:[/b] Orbital

[b]Age:[/b] 3

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Breed:[/b] Utonagan

[b]Desired Rank:[/b] Guard

[b]Mate:[/b] None

[b]Crush:[/b] She's looking for a mate :3 Small crush on Shad, though.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Orbital is a medium sized dog who looks like she's on the stronger side, which she is. Having trained in Alaska for Iditarod after Iditarod after sled race after sled race, Orbital is not used to stray life. She has claws made for snow and fangs hardened to take on tough Alaskan creatures. She had a long tail and beautiful, attractive coat, despite the extra fluff used for blizzards. The pads on her paws are callused from tough races, and her legs are strong from fighting blizzards. Overall, she adapts well to outside conditions and terrain, especially snow storms or icy weather, but not the streetside. She also seems to be horrible at adapting to warm weather, given her Alaskan past. Her eyes glow as amber colored bulbs, and overall she looks almost like a show dog. But inside she is rough and tough, and doesn't give a damn when it comes to enemies, as Alaska made her that way.

[b]Personality:[/b] Orbital is a social, friendly, helpful dog, who often remains focused on her tasks without being distracted. She is often around the pack, staying positive and upbeat. However, she often had heat strokes because of her being new to this warm climate, as she comes from the winters of Alaska where pretty much every day it was below 0, and during Alaskan summers they trained in Siberia, where it was winter there. Orbital had never known warmth quite before, so sometimes she writhes around and snaps at the sun, restless under the heat. Because of this, she tries to take night jobs where it is a bit cooler.

Orbital is loyal to the end and keeps her little fears aside, being dangerous and dauntless. She will always put the pack before her, often being risky to keep her friends safe. Outside, she is a playful, fluffy friend, but when she is against something, she won't budge or bother to be kind. Orbital would snap and drop back into her past, remembering times when she fought a bear or a wolf with her pack, and unleash that adrenaline onto her enemies.

[b]History:[/b] Orbital was born and raised out on the trails of Alaska, only leaving her home to train in Siberia for the summer. She had always been a sled dog in a team of huskies and half wolves, before a fire burned down her leader's homes. She never saw her team again, and was picked up by an Alaskan tourist, who dropped her on the streets of the city. Despite her rude arrival so warmth, she had always been in chilled areas, only knowing winter and training in only Alaskan winters and Siberian winters.

[b]Strengths:[/b] Toughness from past, terrain adaptations, handles storms well, experience. (Total: 4)

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Warmth, buildings, humans, cars, lights, and has nightmares a lot. (Total: 6)

[b]Other:[/b] She is a long lost half-sibling of Laila and teammate of Uno and Laila in the past.

[b]Name:[/b] Sheba

[b]Age:[/b] Say... 3 cat years??? She would be about 12 humans years. :)

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Breed:[/b] Siamese

[b]Desired Rank:[/b] Loner

[b]Mate:[/b] None

[b]Crush:[/b] None

[b]Appearance:[/b] In image.

[b]Personality:[/b] Sheba is a giving cat, who is mostly kind but her temperament is unpredictable. One moment she may be graciously handing you a food catch, the next she may be ripping your ears to ribbons. Sheba is a territorial cat, who is for the most part an ally. You honestly do not want to end up on her bad side, as she is a temperamental, I-Don't-Give-A-Damn type. She finds herself curious about things, either exploring or hissing at a squirrel that trespassed onto her territory. Despite her dislikings and unpredictable ways, Sheba is overall a reasonable cat, being one run for your money, as often creatures fight to be on her side. The cat is averagely one who is pretty passive, despite being aggressive but not enough to start a real battle. You do not want to fight her though if she really wants to, as she will easily battle to the death if she is really put to the test, and in most cases she will win.

[b]History:[/b] Unknown.

[b]Strengths:[/b] Swiftness, always lands on her feet, manipulative thinker

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Annoyed by squirrels, rabbits, and most humans, holds grudges, has a problem with slippery or smooth surfaces, only tolerates dogs, is easily tempted to attack if anyone doesn't take her seriously.

[b]Other:[/b] A lone cat who does know the cat group in the city but isn't part of them. One of the most respected animals in the city. You are pretty much dead if you try to fight her. At least, that's what she thinks

[b]Name:[/b] Velocity

[b]Age:[/b] 1.5

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Breed:[/b] Jack Russell Terrier

[b]Desired Rank:[/b] Depends. All but warrior would do well, but any works. Guard?

[b]Mate:[/b] Looking...

[b]Crush:[/b] Tri possibly, but may develop on someone else.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Short but lean and thin, with a spritely structure and silky but short fur. Also, Jack Russell Terrier's average height is 15 inches from top of head to bottom of front paw, to put that in perspective. Irirs will be 10 inches from top of head to bottom of paw. ;)

[b]Personality:[/b] Forever determined, fierce, and brave, Iris never gives up and uses those who underestimate her to her advantage. She doesn't act better than anyone else, and knows when to back down. Iris is very springy and spritely, but doesn't let her energetic side make her cocky. This canine keeps in mind the talents of others, being smart and strategic always. However, she is friendly, loyal, trusting, social, and always helpful to others, being a great friend and the first call for a support team.

[b]History:[/b] Meh.

[b]Strengths:[/b] Endurance, agility, determination

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Can only take a few good hits, not strong attacks, not very good ears, sense of smell worse than average do to a nick on her nose running down part of her snout, short fur coat so can get cold

[b]Other:[/b] Will go by Velo

[b]Name:[/b] Abyss

[b]Age:[/b] 3

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Breed:[/b] Tasmanian (It is a breed of the Americas despite having the name of Tasmania :3)

[b]Desired Rank:[/b] Loner

[b]Mate:[/b] None.

[b]Crush:[/b] Demise

[b]Appearance:[/b] Abyss is a lithe, mix colored dog resembling almost a wolf despite having the alert senses of the smaller coyote. He is a strong looking but at the same time not overly brawny, a good amount of thinness to add to his proportions and give an even balance of visible power and agility. His canines are long, and jut out the slightest from his mouth, while the rest of his teeth are short but sharp. Golden-like eyes are also apparent on his face.

[b]Personality:[/b] Abyss is an adventurous but slightly reckless type, who jumps in even if there are risks. He is friendly but can be quite manipulative, fierce, and vicious. He is a trickster, but in the end he'll be a selfless, helpful, humorous one who is always up for just a good laugh. Abyss doesn't trust automatically, and is smart enough to get himself through many situations. Being hard working and brave, Abyss doesn't back down to any dog, and will certainly take the challenge or put up a battle. He can be aggressive, merciless, and will certainly get into your head, but behind that cold stare is a good hearted dog waiting for someone to actually become a friend, waiting to be released, waiting for someone to actually show up to.

[b]History:[/b] Was a science experiment for artificial intellect on dogs, and after the test proved to give him a new brain route (that allows him to make calculations, like throwing a rock so it rebounds to hit an enemy sort of thing though it isn't always accurate) he was handed to a Secret Service for training. Now, he is a stray after being released by that service in order to keep enemy suspicions down, though he still is part of them.

[b]Strengths:[/b] Has a special intelligence route, evasion, tricks taught by two leg secret service

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Has a permanent leg injury that causes a limp in his back right leg, one ear (left) chipped and completely deaf on that side, not too good at hunting which often leads to low energy.

[b]Other:[/b]

[b]Name:[/b] Insomnia

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Age:[/b] 3

[b]Rank:[/b] Loner? If not then Unknown warrior.

[b]Pack:[/b] Lone or Unknown. (Hey, that rhymes!)

[b]Personality:[/b] Insomnia is a pure wolf, taking a natural strategy to everything. She loves being alone but is social and friendly, and just wants to live her life. Insomnia lives in the night and often ventures out at those darkened times. She will help others of any kind, but usually isn't around to help as she is out on her own. The wolf is often underestimated when first seen due to her scruffy looks, but in reality she is quick and very wild. However she saves her skills for later, instead being one without much worries.

[b]Strengths:[/b] Knows land well, agile/adaptable, FAST

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Not very strong, doesn't do well when surrounded, loud noises.

[b]History:[/b] Born a lone wolf pure. Left parents at a young age after being taught how to survive, lived alone since. (If no more lone spots then somewhere in their joins with unknown.)

[b]Other:[/b] Has two feathers woven into her fur around her ear. One is of a blue jay and one is of an eagle.

[b]RolePlay Example:[/b]

Insomnia wandered through the trees, long knocked hanging down to brush by her fur and knock into each other. Her bluish pelt fit nicely against the snow while she walked, her gaze switched forth to the frigid wonderland. She continued to stalk through the snow with her two feathers woven into her neck fur just behind her ear fluttering as the breeze swept by. Flicking her audits, she detected the faint whistle and ripple of some sort of body of water. As she tracked it, Insomnia watched the stars above, admiring the night. Upon reaching the water she found that it was a hot spring far from the warring packs. Smiling, Insomnia leapt in and splashed around, laughing as she remained free.

[b]Name:[/b] Ivory

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Age:[/b] 1.5

[b]Rank:[/b] Apprentice

[b]Pack:[/b] Unknown

[b]Personality:[/b] Ivory is a social dog, often positive and friendly. She is loyal and is always there to help others, but also has a quiet, solituded side. She is a bright wolf, but can be quick, sneaky, and vicious when she needs to. Ivory is wise and very intelligent, and can be competitive and playful on occasion if she isn't busy. Otherwise, she is a devoted wolf, deadly when she attacks, but otherwise a hard working wild canine. She is very connected with her sister, and they are often seen together.

[b]Strengths:[/b] Strategy maker, defensive ability

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Offensive ability, darkness

[b]History:[/b] Born between the light and the dark. Ivory was born in the light, while Ebony was born in the dark. This somehow affected the personalities of the sisters. They lived lone together and left their family early before they were found by Unknown and have lived as pups into apprentices there since.

[b]Mate:[/b] None.

[b]Other:[/b] Has a sister named Ebony. (Played by OblivionSolitude if accepted when posts.)

[b]RP Example:[/b]

Ivory lay in the snow, settled in a mossy cave with light beaming down onto her fur. A sparkling cobweb drifted in the breeze on an edge of the cave, its dewdrops falling and landing in a runoff stream coming from the cave. Standing to stretch, Ivory quickly moved to leap up the sides of the cave to its top, trotting back to her pack home. As she entered, she expected another day of training, another lesson from any of the mentors. She was near becoming a warrior or hunter or whatever they chose for her. Ivory and her sister had excelled their pup years and began training early as they had already matured by surviving in the wild themselves for a while. So because of their extra training, they would most likely be ranked soon. But of course, there were still many days of skills and experience ahead, and Ivory was ready for it.

Doxies is Best. :D

Name: Renegade

Gender: Male

Age: 1 1/2

Rank: Apprentice

Pack: Amani

Personality: Renegade is a very nature connected wolf, being always with an array of feathers in his fur and a stone around his neck. He can be a playful, mischievous rebel at times, but always tries for the greater good. He can be a bit selfish and immature at times, but the scruffy dog is actually a very loyal, dedicated and protective canine.

Strengths: Good with any terrain, great offensive advantages (As in, sharp fangs and claws)

Weaknesses: Stealth, making quick decisions, his longish tail

History: Born and raised in Amani with siblings

Mate: Nope.

Other: Has permanent natural/tribal-ish markings on his fur and face, and keeps feathers on him as well as a bark line holding a stone almost like a necklace.

[b]Name:[/b] Emerek

[b]Human, Dragon, or Hybrid:[/b] Human

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Appearance (link, image or written description):[/b] TBA

[b]Personality:[/b] Emerek, though often referred to as Erek, is a fierce, aggressive, merciless, overall battle determined one. He is fiery and snappy, with a bit of stubborn traits. He can be loyal but that leads to him being vengeful. Erek will not hesitate to kill, and is protective and selfless to friends.

[b]History:[/b] Born and raised in the kingdom as a loyal subject and warrior of the kingdom.

[b]Fighting Style (Optional):[/b] He fights close at best, and likes to tire out his enemy with tough attacks. One he is up, don't expect him to stop attacking.

[b]Strengths:[/b] Blades, well knowing of land, stamina

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Balance, swimming, fighting distantly, not very strategic

[b]Other (Optional):[/b] Usually on a horse. May add more later.

[b]Dragon/Human Friend (Optional):[/b] The Prince is a great friend of his.

[b]Character's Opinion on the Great War:[/b] Death to all dragons. He doesn't believe that they can do anything kind, and thinks they are manipulative beasts tricking others into liking them by keeping peace. He is just waiting for them to snap and become their real selves to prove his point.

[b]Roleplay Example:[/b] TBA

Alaska. :)

And lol Oblivion.

[b]Name:[/b] Renegade

[b]Human, Dragon, or Hybrid:[/b] Dragon

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Age:[/b] Dunno what dragon years would be. If he were a dog maybe 4?

[b]Size (especially if Dragon):[/b] About the size of an average elephant in height and length from trunk to tail, but not the same shape at all.

[b]Appearance (link, image or written description):[/b] He is a slender, long dragon, much like that of a chinese leviathan dragon it width and length. However, he is completely different. His wings are long with long inclines, if you were looking at him from above with his wings spread t would be like two upside down 'V's, only slightly extended. The paws on him are shaped much like a wolves', though his claws extend much longer. Frills decorate his scaled form, and black outlines his blue body. Renegade's lower wing is grey with black and white lightning-resembling patterns, though as his wing extends it shades into blue like the rest of his blue ombre frame.

[b]Personality:[/b] Renegade is an intelligent dragon, motives against humans but refrains from becoming too over-confident and aggressive. He is vicious, but sensible and will take his time figuring things out, though at times he will be a bit reckless. He is loyal and helpful to those he is in a team with, but doesn't accept anyone right away. Heck, his expert judging and ability to see right through most lies and tricks makes him one of the coordinators for accepting new members to the Rebellion. Though he enjoys respect, he isn't in any way demanding of all the attention, and prefers background work and manipulation rather than the spotlight. Don't let his lack of boasting dominance fool you, though: Renegade is no dragon to mess with when he is fighting for something he feels strongly about.

[b]History:[/b] 2nd in Command in Rebel's Rebellion.

[b]Fighting Style (Optional):[/b] He prefers taking a strategic approach, and plays it very defensively or offensively depending on what his team thinks, though will go all out if needed. Fighting varies depending on what the group he is with decides, so nothing is specific there.

[b]Strengths:[/b] Quick maneuvers, water related attacks, can see right through tricks

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Anti-water elemental attacks, slender size is easy to break, having to fight many alone (Does best in a team)

[b]Crush:[/b] N/A

[b]Dragon/Human Friend (Optional):[/b] Pretty much family to the rest of the Rebellion.

[b]Character's Opinion on the Great War:[/b] Kill. All. Humans. He is the second command leader (Behind Rebel) of the team anti-human, pro-dragon, and seeks destruction of the corrupt people, already devising against their ways and attacking their forts, ect.

[b]Other (Optional):[/b] None as of now.

[b]Roleplay Example:[/b] 2nd character, is this needed?

Alashkur :P

[b]Name:[/b] Illusion

[b]Human, Dragon, or Hybrid:[/b] Dragon

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Age:[/b] 12

[b]Size (especially if Dragon):[/b] About thr size of an average schoolbus

[b]Element (only if Dragon):[/b] Telekenisis

[b]Appearance (link, image or written description):[/b]

[b]Personality:[/b] He is a tricky, cunning jokester. Mostly out there for the fun, he finds sly pranks in everything. With a witty but quick mind, he plays those who he meets alongside his twin, being alert and skiddish but shady, manipulative, and an intelligent the type that can flip any situation in seconds. He's quite calm and doesn't take anything seriously, yet can be an intimidating and vicious but vexing and stubborn type all the same. Illusion doesn't care about what happens, as long as he and Deception end out with an experience worth it. Laid back around friends, which narrows down to Deception as his virtual only friend due to his lack of caring about making friends and appreciation for messing with the minds of all he meets, he doesn't have problems with trust nor find any other dragon worthy of frightening or intimidating him, as he doesn't worry about others attacking, his personal safety being the last thing on his reckless mind.

[b]History:[/b] Born into a boring family of dragons with psychic powers. Due to his brith being the exact same time as his twin, Deception, they recieved a mutative element and instead inherited telekenetic powers over psychic abilities. Sick of the family that just couldn't take a joke and who was more worried about looking good than having fun, as well as wanting a life of their own, the twins slipped away in the night.

[b]Fighting Style (Optional):[/b] By his twin's side always. Being with his sibling is forever his first, if not only, choice in battle.

[b]Strengths:[/b] Stealthy, great at confusing others, telekenisis

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] loud noises, bright lights, not being woth Deception, physically weak

[b]Crush:[/b] Open :)

[b]Dragon/Human Friend (Optional):[/b] Always with Deception, never anyone else

[b]Character's Opinion on the Great War:[/b] Doesn't care, and if he ever does start to care his mind will only change if his twin agrees.