My Characters ForIn the Lost City of Atlantis are the warrior dogs and wolves who fight for survival wearing the ancient armor of Atlantis.
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Relic >< North Pack
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Relic
Gladiator of the North Pack
Rhodesian Ridgeback
Mate: none
Kin: Forest (father), Flora (mother), Britannia (brother)
Pups: none
Relic is a tough and hardy Gladiator of the North Pack. He has a fierce, war-like nature that has earned him quite a reputation. He believes males are superior to females, thinking they are too delicate to be taken seriously in battle. He's a bit hard headed too, so any female that wishes to challenge that idea won't get through to him, even with proof of their strength. No, he does not despise females as he might despise an Omega or weakling. On the contrary, females are his weakness. He loves the thought of a mate and a family. But that his own and only weakness. He isn't ruthless or bloodthirsty. Just hotheaded. He loves a good, bloody battle any day and preferably every day. He loves the thrill, the adrenalin, the might and the brawn. But after a day's hard work or a good war, he likes to settle down, relax, and enjoy the pleasures of a peaceful camp. He's reliable, loyal to a fault, and, as stated earlier, is very hardheaded. Once he gets an idea or some belief, he is loathe to change his mind or let it go. Sometimes, these rash things can get him into trouble, but rarely if ever. He's not stupid, rather very smart. He would have joined West Pack for his strategic mind, but he loved the North Pack's venom and vigor.
Gladiator of the North Pack
Rhodesian Ridgeback
Mate: none
Kin: Forest (father), Flora (mother), Britannia (brother)
Pups: none
Relic is a tough and hardy Gladiator of the North Pack. He has a fierce, war-like nature that has earned him quite a reputation. He believes males are superior to females, thinking they are too delicate to be taken seriously in battle. He's a bit hard headed too, so any female that wishes to challenge that idea won't get through to him, even with proof of their strength. No, he does not despise females as he might despise an Omega or weakling. On the contrary, females are his weakness. He loves the thought of a mate and a family. But that his own and only weakness. He isn't ruthless or bloodthirsty. Just hotheaded. He loves a good, bloody battle any day and preferably every day. He loves the thrill, the adrenalin, the might and the brawn. But after a day's hard work or a good war, he likes to settle down, relax, and enjoy the pleasures of a peaceful camp. He's reliable, loyal to a fault, and, as stated earlier, is very hardheaded. Once he gets an idea or some belief, he is loathe to change his mind or let it go. Sometimes, these rash things can get him into trouble, but rarely if ever. He's not stupid, rather very smart. He would have joined West Pack for his strategic mind, but he loved the North Pack's venom and vigor.
Lavenderstrange >< South Pack
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Lavenderstrange
Gladiator of the West Pack
Norwegian Buhund
Mate: none
Kin: Jack (father), Posy (mother)
Pups: none
Lavenderstrange is a young female Norwegian Buhund with soft, fawn colored fur with a cream underbelly, facial accents and chest. Her eyes are a dreamy chocolate brown. Though she is a medium sized dog, she tends to be a bit brash. She has violent tendencies and won't resist a fight. She loves a good battle. Some say she should be in North Pack, but she loves the South Pack and couldn't think of living anywhere else. Despite her surprisingly fierce behavior and bravado, all she really wants is a family. Her parents weren't around very much and they eventually died. She always wanted love and companionship and a better family for herself, and since she didn't have that, she vowed to make her own someday. She loves pups and young ones and likes watching them grow into strong gladiators. She has a strong faith in the abilities and determination of the pack, and she would die for any member of the pack willingly.
Gladiator of the West Pack
Norwegian Buhund
Mate: none
Kin: Jack (father), Posy (mother)
Pups: none
Lavenderstrange is a young female Norwegian Buhund with soft, fawn colored fur with a cream underbelly, facial accents and chest. Her eyes are a dreamy chocolate brown. Though she is a medium sized dog, she tends to be a bit brash. She has violent tendencies and won't resist a fight. She loves a good battle. Some say she should be in North Pack, but she loves the South Pack and couldn't think of living anywhere else. Despite her surprisingly fierce behavior and bravado, all she really wants is a family. Her parents weren't around very much and they eventually died. She always wanted love and companionship and a better family for herself, and since she didn't have that, she vowed to make her own someday. She loves pups and young ones and likes watching them grow into strong gladiators. She has a strong faith in the abilities and determination of the pack, and she would die for any member of the pack willingly.
Voltaire >< East Pack
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Voltaire
Gladiator of the East Pack
Austrian Pinscher
Mate: none
Kin: Torrent (father), Lillian (mother), Brock (brother)
Pups: none
Voltaire is pretty, young Austrian Shepherd dog. She has the spicy red coat of her mother and the black nose and felt ears of her father. Spicy. That's the word to describe Voltaire. She's fun, perky, and always active. She can be quiet and secretive, sure, but that's so she can ambush the unsuspecting target. As any Pack dog, she hated the Atlantian Wolves and wants to see them fall. Not because they did her any personal harm, but they threaten to take over the island she has come to love and call home. She didn't come from the island. She lived on the streets with her parents and her brother. It wasn't easy. The harsh life eventually claimed her father through sickness and her brother followed shortly after from starvation. She and her mother barely managed to survive. Her mother eventually turned to seeking shelter by being a human's pet. Voltaire saw that as degrading and wouldn't join her. Instead, she kept wandering till she came to the island, and settled in East Pack. She feels comfortable and welcome there. She hopes to someday fetch her mother to live with her. But Voltaire's happy paradise is threatened to end if the wolves have their way and take dominion of the territory. Voltaire knows she will fight to the bitter end to see her island kept in the dogs' control. And if the wolves do take it from them, she will fight to the las to get it back. Her loyalty and determination are unquestionable. One of the most recognizable flaws, however, is that she can't swim and is quite scared of water. She is very crafty and intelligent. She serves as a sort of healer next to her Gladiator duties. She knows many useful herbs and remedies and how to treat different sicknesses. She had studied the art passionately during and after her father's passing, and several times, had to exchange her healing services for passage through hostile territories. She helps everyone and anyone she can. She's always been someone one can count on and continues to be.
Gladiator of the East Pack
Austrian Pinscher
Mate: none
Kin: Torrent (father), Lillian (mother), Brock (brother)
Pups: none
Voltaire is pretty, young Austrian Shepherd dog. She has the spicy red coat of her mother and the black nose and felt ears of her father. Spicy. That's the word to describe Voltaire. She's fun, perky, and always active. She can be quiet and secretive, sure, but that's so she can ambush the unsuspecting target. As any Pack dog, she hated the Atlantian Wolves and wants to see them fall. Not because they did her any personal harm, but they threaten to take over the island she has come to love and call home. She didn't come from the island. She lived on the streets with her parents and her brother. It wasn't easy. The harsh life eventually claimed her father through sickness and her brother followed shortly after from starvation. She and her mother barely managed to survive. Her mother eventually turned to seeking shelter by being a human's pet. Voltaire saw that as degrading and wouldn't join her. Instead, she kept wandering till she came to the island, and settled in East Pack. She feels comfortable and welcome there. She hopes to someday fetch her mother to live with her. But Voltaire's happy paradise is threatened to end if the wolves have their way and take dominion of the territory. Voltaire knows she will fight to the bitter end to see her island kept in the dogs' control. And if the wolves do take it from them, she will fight to the las to get it back. Her loyalty and determination are unquestionable. One of the most recognizable flaws, however, is that she can't swim and is quite scared of water. She is very crafty and intelligent. She serves as a sort of healer next to her Gladiator duties. She knows many useful herbs and remedies and how to treat different sicknesses. She had studied the art passionately during and after her father's passing, and several times, had to exchange her healing services for passage through hostile territories. She helps everyone and anyone she can. She's always been someone one can count on and continues to be.
Juggernaut >< East Pack
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Juggernaut
Gladiator of East Pack
Tibetan Mastiff
Mate: none
Kin: unidentified
Pups: none
Undoubtedly the most ferocious and frightening dog you shall ever meet, this Tibetan Mastiff is a blessing to dogs in disguise. With his massive size, shaggy mane, and lion-like appearance and personality, he can easily take on a wolf if he doesn't scare it away first. His fur is fluffed out, shaggy, and soft to the touch. It is pitch black and sleek as raven feathers. He has golden amber on his paws, tails, a splotch on his back and near his eyes. His eyes are dark gray, almost black. He looks so terrifying. And he enjoys it. He likes to scare others, particularly those pompous wolves of the Atlantis Ruins. He is a mass of pure strength and brutality, possessing fighting skills most dogs could only dream of. He lives up to his namesake: a colossal tank that can bulldoze anything in his path. But a lion-like personality? Well, he has the bravado of a lion, with a regal, noble pride about him that is apparent when he walks with his high-held head and straight posture, and talks in that deep, strong voice of his. He is a guardian of his pack and a champion of the weak. He hates those who would use their abilities to oppress and control others. If he knows there is someone out there like that, he will hunt them down... and put an end to their ways. His name is Juggernaut, and you'd best not forget it.
Gladiator of East Pack
Tibetan Mastiff
Mate: none
Kin: unidentified
Pups: none
Undoubtedly the most ferocious and frightening dog you shall ever meet, this Tibetan Mastiff is a blessing to dogs in disguise. With his massive size, shaggy mane, and lion-like appearance and personality, he can easily take on a wolf if he doesn't scare it away first. His fur is fluffed out, shaggy, and soft to the touch. It is pitch black and sleek as raven feathers. He has golden amber on his paws, tails, a splotch on his back and near his eyes. His eyes are dark gray, almost black. He looks so terrifying. And he enjoys it. He likes to scare others, particularly those pompous wolves of the Atlantis Ruins. He is a mass of pure strength and brutality, possessing fighting skills most dogs could only dream of. He lives up to his namesake: a colossal tank that can bulldoze anything in his path. But a lion-like personality? Well, he has the bravado of a lion, with a regal, noble pride about him that is apparent when he walks with his high-held head and straight posture, and talks in that deep, strong voice of his. He is a guardian of his pack and a champion of the weak. He hates those who would use their abilities to oppress and control others. If he knows there is someone out there like that, he will hunt them down... and put an end to their ways. His name is Juggernaut, and you'd best not forget it.
Artemis >< West Pack
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Artemis
Leader of the West Pack
White Swiss Shepherd
Mate: none
Kin: Zenith (father), Millicent (mother)
Pups: none
Artemis is the young, strong Alpha Male of the West Pack. As the leader, he has had to make many sacrifices for his pack members. But he has proven to be an effective leader, and one who will not lie down and let others walk over him. He might be young, but he isn't foolish. He might be a bit short tempered, but he's not stupid. He would never endanger his dogs, never. He'd happily die for any one of them, and loves them all dearly. Soft hearted? No, not one bit. Despite his love and self-sacrifice, he rules his pack with severity and a cold sort of aloofness. Half the time, his pack has no idea what to make of him. He demands absolute loyalty and blind obediance. He will tell them to do the strangest things. Sometimes the most dangerous things. But somehow, it all works out in the end. He won't speak of his plans or thoughts because he isn't very trusting. He has a small sense of paranoia that someone is out to kill him. Unfortunately, his paranoia can irritate and anger his dogs and this causes tension between them. His paranoia makes him act by himself and on his own, leaving the dogs in the dark as it were. Some don't think he will last very long as a leader at this rate, but he intends to prove them wrong. Despite all these flaws, he has been an excellent leader. His loyalty and love for his pack has given him the determination and willpower to make them all survive. Artemis is a white swiss shepherd with wintery, silver eyes.
Leader of the West Pack
White Swiss Shepherd
Mate: none
Kin: Zenith (father), Millicent (mother)
Pups: none
Artemis is the young, strong Alpha Male of the West Pack. As the leader, he has had to make many sacrifices for his pack members. But he has proven to be an effective leader, and one who will not lie down and let others walk over him. He might be young, but he isn't foolish. He might be a bit short tempered, but he's not stupid. He would never endanger his dogs, never. He'd happily die for any one of them, and loves them all dearly. Soft hearted? No, not one bit. Despite his love and self-sacrifice, he rules his pack with severity and a cold sort of aloofness. Half the time, his pack has no idea what to make of him. He demands absolute loyalty and blind obediance. He will tell them to do the strangest things. Sometimes the most dangerous things. But somehow, it all works out in the end. He won't speak of his plans or thoughts because he isn't very trusting. He has a small sense of paranoia that someone is out to kill him. Unfortunately, his paranoia can irritate and anger his dogs and this causes tension between them. His paranoia makes him act by himself and on his own, leaving the dogs in the dark as it were. Some don't think he will last very long as a leader at this rate, but he intends to prove them wrong. Despite all these flaws, he has been an excellent leader. His loyalty and love for his pack has given him the determination and willpower to make them all survive. Artemis is a white swiss shepherd with wintery, silver eyes.
Taggerung >< Atlantis
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Taggerung
Gladiator of the Atlantis Wolves
Wolf
Mate: none
Kin: Joten (father, uw), Mellowred (mother), Silvane (uncle)
Pups: none
The circumstances of Taggerung's birth were awfully shifty. He was born to two very old, noble wolves, direct descendants of the Atlantis Royals and all that, but his parents were actually outcasts. Though descendants of royalty, their actions had degraded them to being less than omegas. They had been banished from the pack and were out on the run. Taggerung's mother Mellowred had Taggerung in the middle of a hard, cold winter beyond the boundaries of the North Pack. She died soon after he was born, killed by a band of rogue dogs. His father, Joten, left to avenge her, leaving Taggerung in the care of his friend and brother Silvane. When Joten didn't return for many months, Silvane and Taggerung ended up wandering. They went far and wide, facing many terrible conflicts and finding incredible things that they could hardly dream about. During one of their wanderings, Silvane was brutally murdered. Taggerung tried to avenge his friend but failed. He continued wandering as a lone wolf, and eventually found the Atlantis wolves under Cassius' rule. He joined soon after and has been living with them for almost a year now. Though a Gladiator, he acts like a lone wolf since that is the lifestyle he is most accustomed to. He tends to keep to himself and sometimes wanders off alone. He obeys and respects Cassius, and wears his armor proudly, but he keeps saying that things don't feel right. He says lots of strange things, for he is a strange wolf. He tells incredible, elaborate tales, some of them he claims to be in them. But they sound so fantastic that most wolves hardly believe him. He likes to tell stories, probably the one thing he really enjoys next to running. He's fast and strong, an excellent runner and swimmer. Taggerung is a large, strong wolf with black and gray fur with hints of dark brown scattered throughout. His muzzle, legs, underbelly, and some patches on his back are white. His eyes are a pale cerulean.
Gladiator of the Atlantis Wolves
Wolf
Mate: none
Kin: Joten (father, uw), Mellowred (mother), Silvane (uncle)
Pups: none
The circumstances of Taggerung's birth were awfully shifty. He was born to two very old, noble wolves, direct descendants of the Atlantis Royals and all that, but his parents were actually outcasts. Though descendants of royalty, their actions had degraded them to being less than omegas. They had been banished from the pack and were out on the run. Taggerung's mother Mellowred had Taggerung in the middle of a hard, cold winter beyond the boundaries of the North Pack. She died soon after he was born, killed by a band of rogue dogs. His father, Joten, left to avenge her, leaving Taggerung in the care of his friend and brother Silvane. When Joten didn't return for many months, Silvane and Taggerung ended up wandering. They went far and wide, facing many terrible conflicts and finding incredible things that they could hardly dream about. During one of their wanderings, Silvane was brutally murdered. Taggerung tried to avenge his friend but failed. He continued wandering as a lone wolf, and eventually found the Atlantis wolves under Cassius' rule. He joined soon after and has been living with them for almost a year now. Though a Gladiator, he acts like a lone wolf since that is the lifestyle he is most accustomed to. He tends to keep to himself and sometimes wanders off alone. He obeys and respects Cassius, and wears his armor proudly, but he keeps saying that things don't feel right. He says lots of strange things, for he is a strange wolf. He tells incredible, elaborate tales, some of them he claims to be in them. But they sound so fantastic that most wolves hardly believe him. He likes to tell stories, probably the one thing he really enjoys next to running. He's fast and strong, an excellent runner and swimmer. Taggerung is a large, strong wolf with black and gray fur with hints of dark brown scattered throughout. His muzzle, legs, underbelly, and some patches on his back are white. His eyes are a pale cerulean.
Hobbit >< Lone Dogs
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Hobbit
Lone Dog
Chesapeake Bay Retriever
Mate: none
Kin: Elliot (father), Guinevere (mother), Rocco and Ruckus (brothers), Belay (sister), Nugent (uncle), Peony (aunt), Salamander (cousin)
Pups: none
Hobbit is an adorable, one month old, rolly-poly, pudgy, fluffy Chesapeake Bay Retriever puppy with short and soft, curly chocolate fur and somber eyes the color of storm clouds. He is all alone in the big cruel world, having lost his family. He lived on a peninsula far, far away with lots of other dogs and his family. He was very happy there, from what he remembers. Then one day, his mother insisted they all go and find her sister's family and bring them to the penninsula. So the little family of two adults and four pups left their home to find Hobbit's uncle, aunt, and cousin. Along the way, they were separated during an awful storm. Hobbit ended up carried off by a roaring river. A few humans fished him out and kept him for a while. Once he had his strength back, he ran away to go find his family. He wandered about, lost and sad. By the end of a week of wandering, he had ended up on the island where the four packs and the Atlantis Wolves roam. He's been there ever since and doesn't seem ready to leave since he's so tired and worn down from fruitless searching and travelling. Hobbit is generally optimistic, but has his moments of being pitiful and crying. He's only a puppy after all, cut him some slack. He likes to help when he can, and insists he can take care of himself. Still a puppy, he often trips over his own paws and gets easily distracted. Not to mention, he loves to play with everyone and everything. He was named Hobbit because his favorite pastimes are simply sitting around doing nothing and eating. He can also creep around so quiet, no one would know he was there. Just like a little Hobbit.
Lone Dog
Chesapeake Bay Retriever
Mate: none
Kin: Elliot (father), Guinevere (mother), Rocco and Ruckus (brothers), Belay (sister), Nugent (uncle), Peony (aunt), Salamander (cousin)
Pups: none
Hobbit is an adorable, one month old, rolly-poly, pudgy, fluffy Chesapeake Bay Retriever puppy with short and soft, curly chocolate fur and somber eyes the color of storm clouds. He is all alone in the big cruel world, having lost his family. He lived on a peninsula far, far away with lots of other dogs and his family. He was very happy there, from what he remembers. Then one day, his mother insisted they all go and find her sister's family and bring them to the penninsula. So the little family of two adults and four pups left their home to find Hobbit's uncle, aunt, and cousin. Along the way, they were separated during an awful storm. Hobbit ended up carried off by a roaring river. A few humans fished him out and kept him for a while. Once he had his strength back, he ran away to go find his family. He wandered about, lost and sad. By the end of a week of wandering, he had ended up on the island where the four packs and the Atlantis Wolves roam. He's been there ever since and doesn't seem ready to leave since he's so tired and worn down from fruitless searching and travelling. Hobbit is generally optimistic, but has his moments of being pitiful and crying. He's only a puppy after all, cut him some slack. He likes to help when he can, and insists he can take care of himself. Still a puppy, he often trips over his own paws and gets easily distracted. Not to mention, he loves to play with everyone and everything. He was named Hobbit because his favorite pastimes are simply sitting around doing nothing and eating. He can also creep around so quiet, no one would know he was there. Just like a little Hobbit.