Name: Aurea (Latin for golden)<br /> <br /> Gender: Female<br /> <br /> Breed: Dachshund <br /> <br /> Appearance: Long haired cream: https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRdSQwksUqDUa22y7pIDwgGYHUeMDEqbevZUcCXx-ZiWHP4kOCq<br /> <br /> Age: 1 human year<br /> <br /> Personality: Aurea constantly upbeat,it really takes a lot to bring her down. although upset about her owners, still hopeful perky and positive. Tries to keep negative feelings hidden from other dogs. If she's upset or angry at you, you KNOW you must have really done something she didn't like, gets really super attached to friends and family. She is quick to panic.<br /> .<br /> History: Aurea was adopted from a reputable breeder at a very young age. She can hardly remember her dog family, but she didn't mind, because up until know, she'd had a loving human family. But that's all gone now. Several weeks ago, her owners began packing up boxes and boxes of their things. One day they put her in a box too. Not a cardboard box like the ones they packed their belongings into, but the dog crate. At first Aurea was excited. They were going on an adventure! But as the people loaded her into the car, the human pups began to cry. "We don't want to leave Area behind!" they bawled. Of course, the little dog couldn't understand their words. As they drove, Area began to get nervous, something wasn't right. The car pulled into the parking lot and one of the adult humans came to get her. They walked into a building and Aurea was set up on a counter. " We're moving, and our apartment in our new town won't allow dogs." He said sadly "Please find Aurea a good home" With that he turned and walked away, not looking back. "Wait!" Aurea barked forlornly "You forgot me! I have to come with you!" But they never came back. Leaving Aurea, barely more than a pup, alone and afraid. The question now is, will she ever find a family again. Her old one? Or is a new family waiting for her, somewhere in the future?<br /> <br /> ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /> <br /> Name: Sorren<br /> <br /> Gender: Male<br /> <br /> Breed: Bernese Mountain Dog<br /> <br /> Appearance: Bernese mountain dog tricolor coat: https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTmqYUQf-0jVXfTWgdxqwG_yO7RSnLXnc1AMNUoVWRPPCCPzqBIhg<br /> <br /> Age: 3 human years<br /> <br /> Personality: Sorren can be very serious at times, but is normally quite playful.<br /> He is very strong willed and strong spirited, but he always puts the needs of others before himself. He handles dire situations quite calmly. A very brave dog.<br /> <br /> History: You can't tell that Sorren has had a tough life from the way he acts, but it's true. Sorren was born in a puppy mill, and taken away from his mother far to quickly. He can't even recall her face, or those of his brothers and sisters. He never met his father. His first home was a good one. Although low on money his family did the best they could to care for him, but more and more days went by that he didn't get a bite to eat. Reluctantly, his owners had to sell him. The man Sorren's family sold him to was terrible. He chained Sorren, still a small young dog, in his back yard. The only food he could eat was the occasional rodent or lizard he caught on his own, the only water from puddles when it rained. Sorren was used as a bait do for illegal dog fighting. His owner, The Mean Man was the name Sorren's puppy mind came to call him, would set viscous fighting dogs on him. Sorren never blamed the dogs. He could see in their eyes that they were just as scared as he was. The dogs that didn't fight him were taken away. They never came back. As Sorren grew, thoughts of fighting back began to emerge. One day, as large, stocky male dog with a blank, fearful stare was brought to attack him. As the dog lunged at him, Sorren finally snapped. He blindly lashed out. He was bigger and stronger than his opponent. When the haze of rage and fear cleared from his eyes, he saw in horror that the dog was pinned below him. Sorren's own paw was raised to strike. "Please. Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry! They made me do it!" Whimpered the dog below him. Sorren jumped back, terrified of himself. The Mean Man stormed out the gate. Sorren pulled with all his might on the steak that nailed him to the ground, straining with all the might of his 2 year old self, he yanked it out of the ground. Sorrren ran as fast as he could, as far as her could away. He was picked up by a rehabilitation center. They nursed him back to health. The center had all the right intentions, funds, people, and faculties, but not the right paperwork. Sorren was seized by the pound when the center was shut down, now a strong, healthy 3 year old dog. Will the pound finally offer a chance for Sorren to be happy? Or will it just add another nightmare to the list?<br /> <br /> ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /> <br /> Name: Velours (French for velvet, s is silent)<br /> <br /> Gender: Female<br /> <br /> Breed: Standard Poodle<br /> <br /> Appearance: Black: https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSinfg-objO4jHJig5ThlGm1s6KSNHy6lpO1PNO0n8SepztojZ5Jw<br /> <br /> Age: 4 human years<br /> <br /> Personality: Sullen and introverted, very intelligent. Wishful, but not hopeful. Very tough, sarcastic and rude. You could say, that rather than rolling with the punches, she kind of just gets hit. Secretly very lonely.<br /> <br /> History: Velours's mother was a rescue dog. By the time Velours was born, the woman who owned her mother was very old. One day, that Velours can barely remember, people came to the woman's house and helped her into a car. "What about my dogs?" the woman's frail voice asked. "We'll find them good homes." the people promised as they shepherded her into a van. "But-" A man cut her off "You can't take them with you" he said briskly as he ushered her into the van. The people locked her mother and her siblings and her in the house. Several hours later people came to take the dogs to the place of cages. As they loaded her family into a cage filled truck, Velours bolted. She hid, huddled under a neighbor's porch, for 3 days, waiting for her mother, or the kind old woman to come rescue her. hey never did. She lived her life until this point as a stray. Freezing in the winter, burning in the summer, constantly hungry. Although Velours has forgotten how her mother always told her that everybody's story has a happy ending, no matter how sad, she does remember the old lady's kindness. But more vividly she remembers her life as a stray. It embittered her. Will Velours be able to overcome her past, find someone of somedog as kind as the old woman? Or will she forever be bitter and loneley?<br /> <br /> Other: This took FOREVER. This better be a good roleplay!!
