Name: Kaori

Meaning: "strong"

Nickname[s]: Ori, 'grumpy'

Title[s]: N/A

Breed: Beagle German Shepherd mix

Gender: Feminine

Sire: Deceased

Dam: Deceased

Sibling[s]: Unknown

Half-Sibling[s]: Unknown

S/O: n/a

Offspring: n/a

Appearance: n/a

Even with a decent weight of fifty-nine pounds, Kaori is in between plump and lean with some ribs showing clearly at her side. She grew up with the expression that she was destined to prove her strength to the rest of her siblings, including both her sire and dam. Dogs and humans alike have encountered her one way or another will often describe her as a pleasant and cordial dog, however, this will not be the case once one gets to understand her more. Others have portrayed her as frail and weak, again, this is not how she truly is, even with her lack of nutrition. Despite how starved she was, Kaori has managed to survive thus far. Her sleek, coat remains glossy as ever. Most of her fur is almost entirely brown with the exception of black that surrounds the edges of her face and chest before stopping around her haunches.

Anyone else can say as much as they would about how she appears to look more on the friendlier side, although, that is not the case with this one. Her temperament is more aggressive, in a simple way to say the least. Basically provoking her will lead to a very unsightly mess. She has major issues with trusting others, and it has often gotten in the way of making new friends or even potential allies. But, she will respect those with good intentions and ideas, might even laugh here and there with her own sense of humor.

Though more or less, she prefers being solitary than being with other dogs, it just stuck to her once she realized that in this world she couldn't trust everybody. She relishes her independence and it will be a challenge to change her mind, since she is, indeed, stubborn as a mule. It was one of the lessons that had left a black mark, metaphorically, on her. One that has scarred her ever since. If she is forced to trust anyone for the sake of survival, she will be more irritated and annoyed than usual, and she is highly not going to be willing to do so.

At times she can be quite reckless, but nonetheless, she has her own reasons, whether it be a life of a stranger or someone she'd known at some point is at risk. It's only the right thing to do. She always has some sort of intuition to interfere in the current situation, if necessary, and it will be hard to try and stop her. She will often decline any 'thanks' given the moment it is said, and she prefers it that way. Why need thanks when all that matters is that you've survived to live another day.

- her independence: after all, she's scarred for the rest of her days

- proving her superiority (mostly in strength), however, in a way that is humble

- being forced to trust others: she has problems with trusting anyone at all whatsoever

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Meaning: "smart"

Nickname[s]: Aki, Lilli

Title[s]: N/A

Breed: Golden Retriever Border Collie mix

Gender: Feminine

Sibling[s]: Unknown

S/O: n/a

Offspring: n/a

Appearance: n/a

As a mixed breed, Akilli seems to lean toward Border Collie than Golden Retriever, aside from her dense, wavy, 'golden' coat. The proportions of her legs match with her body and build: sleek and lithe, so everything adds up rather well. Most of her fur is coarse and matted, with some knots. Her ribs are easy to show from her lack of nutrition, but she has survived thus far, even under the circumstances. Her eyes are a pair of unique hazel hues, however, it does not prove to be one of the trusty ways to recognize her.

Holding up a ton of energy within her small body, Akilli is hardly going to sit still, often willing to move around whenever she acquires the chance. Even with this seemingly uncontrollable and hyperactive female, she does have potential within the standards of intellect. A majority of the time, she hardly shows any hints towards that, often portrayed or described

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- stands at least 18 in. tall

- weighs at least 40 pounds

Name: Lucilla

Meaning: "light"

Nickname[s]: Cilla [sill-ah] , Luc [luck]

Title[s]: Unknown

Age: 17

Gender: Feminine

Sire: Regulus Van Blacke

Dam: Bellatrix Le Rouge/Van Black

- Lazarus Von Blacke

Half Sibling[s]: n/a

S/O: n/a

Offspring: n/a

Appearance: n/a

With skin that is almost identical to the finest porcelain, it is rather effortless to get the hint of not who she is, but what she is. Though she doesn't consider it as a diverse display between species, her own way of standing out from the others. Often imposing a charming atmosphere, yet skeptical of others around her with an air of superiority with her almost expressionless facade. Dark auburn locks surround both sides of her diamond-shaped face perfectly, though it is often up in a formal bun or a french braid ponytail. Her attire consists of mostly an elegant, black lace cocktail dress and button-up trench coat.

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