Welcome to Freebooters, a city hound RP. Dare you cross the boundaries of the city and roam where the only rule is to live or die? Freebooters is set in the grueling New York City streets...where it takes more than just street smarts to come out on top. Decide from one of two packs, the Celtics or the Blades, both have a long history and hold up to the true meaning of street hounds.
This site is currently under some construction, bare with us....
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Polovark City is a brand new canine RPG where you have the ability to create you're very own canine. Pick a breed, you're Allie - or strive to live life on the streets as a stray. There are packs in the city, but you must be committed and follow you're alpha and pack, even through the darkest of times. Polovark doesn't just let the strays and packs run the streets; but domestics as well. Polovark city is active, has a reasonable amount of members, friendly staff and members, and it's full of plots, action, and much more! Polovark evolves more and more each day, becoming known and becoming quite the canine role-play. Join the battle, the war, and the fight for survival as a canine of Polovark City. New members are welcome to join. Any questions, concerns, or issues may be posted here. Feel free to check out the current plot, involving the malicious pack, the rejects.
Eden, a land blessed and cursed by the Fates. We are the children of the gods who have abandoned us, play-things of time and of suffering. This is a land sworn to the secrecy of the Temple, of the Sacred Garden. Ours is a battle of perpetual thirst; bloodlust versus peace, sin versus virtue. For years we have been the forsaken and the gifted, the chosen and the forgotten. Kingdoms rise as others fall—lives are created as others are stolen. Our many paths are winding and fateful as they are straight and rewarding; choose yours well, lest you fall into the hands of betrayal and consequence of treason.
Just recently the humans that live on either side of the Wide River had built a bridge across the wild waters, and now there is an easy way across the border. There are loners and rogues that form a strong group and cross the new bridge to wreck havoc upon the 3 packs, a few of every packs members become afraid of the large threat and join with the loners and rogues, the others join together to try and defeat the evil, but then, a healer discovers a horrible disease that the rogues brought with them, a sickness that will make every dog panic with even the lifting of a paw, the leaders of the packs decide that they must move to a new home or fight off the loners, rogues, and dogs that have betrayed their own pack. The three small packs ban together in minds and choices but stay in their own territory. This is a war that everyone thinks has no end combined with a disease that has no cure, but heroes will rise and legends will be made, but there is no guarantee that these few dogs will save the packs and no hope if they try alone. Will you join in this new terrifying life?
An enormous ship full of many crated dogs of all breeds, shapes and sizes crashed among the large, sharp rocks of The Island. The humans on the boat died in the crash along with many dogs however some survived, escaping from their crates and onto the strange, unknown island which still remains unnamed to this day. There are no humans on this island, not two, not one, none. The island is deserted aside from wild life.
A few weeks later the boat dogs noticed a lone dog, a huge black labrador retriever standing among the trees along the beach where the dogs had camped. This was Kale. Kale and his pack are island dogs, they were here long before the boat dogs had ever arrived. How they got here is unknown, even to themselves. The island dogs remained at a distance, unsure of these other strange dogs. Soon the boat dogs parted ways.
The boat dogs separated and formed their own packs, over the shock of the crash and beginning their lives anew. The island dogs eventually stopped spying on the island dogs. Months later a island dog went missing, a boat dog had stolen and killed the island dog. This sparked the rivalry between island and boat dog that still stands firm to this day. The occasional flare up tends to happen however both mostly leave each other be.
Name: Finsky Species: Dalmatian Age: Teen Birthday: January 31st Sex: Female
Height: 18" (to be 20" once full grown.) Weight: 40 lbs.
Mate: None Family: All deceased.
Looks: Personality: Finsky is lighthearted and cheery. Oddly, though, she is rather quiet than hyper and joking. She is afraid to speak her mind in fear of getting killed or beaten, and will tremble violently if she senses anger. Yes...not much of the street dog type, but her personality is slowly being worked over into a tough and fearless street mutt. Finsky is easily intimidated, and won't rebel against being pushed around - unless she is forced to transcend her limitations.
Advantages: She is quite nimble on her feet, giving her the ability to dodge quickly. Disadvantages: She is fearful, and often lets her terror cloud her brain and slow her movements.
History: Finsky was born into a seemingly simple and pleasing life, a house pet. Her whole family was with her, her two siblings, mother and father. Life was pretty normal, until the hurricane came. All the humans were running about frantically, packing everything up, hammering things on the windows...it scared Finsky as she was so young. Her mother just shushed her and ordered her to calm down and be quiet, so she did. She fell asleep a few hours later, to the sound of her mother's soft heartbeat. --- The noise was unbearable! A wild beast was howling outside the windows...and the floor was soaked with water. Her eyelids cracked open and she looked about frantically for her mother, only to find her still body beside her. Finsky snuggled against her mother's cold body, thinking all the while 'Why is mummy so cold? Why isn't she warm?' She soon realized that as she laid her head against her mother's chest, that her heart no longer beat. The soft rhythmic sound of it's working muscle moved no longer...her mother was dead. She called out frantically for her father and two brothers. 'Dad! Hullie, Joi!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, running further and further away from her mothers corpse. The floor was now a flowing river of water that soon was up to her neck, as she flailed about helplessly in the quickly rising waters. Suddenly she was lifted from the waters with a pair of strong jowls, and carried upon a table that managed to keep afloat. Her father set her down gently, and looked at her with sorrow filled eyes, a look she would never forget. With that, he swam back to find the rest of his family. Finsky later found out that he too had been killed, for the roof had caved in on him, Hulli and Joi.
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After the hurricane passed, Finsky wandered the streets of New York in search of a pack. She was taken in by a Feral pack, and was badly mistreated. She was beaten if she looked at an older member the wrong way, or if she simply walked by one of higher rank without a 'good reason'. She never spoke one word after a certain cruel beating, in which she remembered the words "If you even so much as breath one more word...you'll never talk again." And so she stayed perfectly silent until the day she escaped from that hell. Now as a teen she is wearily searching for a pack to call her own.
Role Playing: (50+ means make a post with more than 50 words in it) Rp intro (50+): The brute walked in deathly still silence, shielding his true thoughts with that of a stone cold mask. Yet again, he was just an actor playing the part of a stranger whom he hardly knew. Ebon mitts gripped the hard asphalt of the new lands, plush ivory pelt ruffling in the light breeze. Shredded auditories were laid back, and the brute's pace was wavering between a lope and a quick jog. His steps were in zig-zag motion as if he were a freight train spiraling out of control. And maybe he was...maybe he really was insane like they all said.
Deep hatred lay in the depths of his amber pools, a hatred for life and everything about it. In some ways Vice felt that he was already dead...and he was only a corpse willed on by a beating heart and a spinning mind. So why not finish the job? Ebony mitts carried the brute to the middle of the wide bridge that spread across the torrential falls. The wind was savagely whipping against him, almost knocking him off course at one point. The beast steadied himself, long plumage held low. His usual proud demeanor was turned into something of hatred and above all utter rage. Vice had turned cynical against the world, believing that the only reason these mutts did anything - even respected him - was for their own selfish needs. And to him, it seemed that the world was against him in an all out attack. So why not end it here? Why not just let the river take him away? Why not just let it all go and sink into the darkest depths of hell. After all...it was reserved for him.
All the past wounds - now turned to scars - that laced his moonwash'd peltage were worth nothing to him. All the blood that had been spilled was useless, pointless. Those pitiful souls were worth nothing. A malicious laugh spilled from his parted jowls, jagged ivories flashing in the dim sunlight. What was the point in living now? All he would do was continue to kill, he would go on and on until his life just stopped. Until the water split from his blood and he was nothing more than a completely lifeless corpse. He would never end his ways of merciless killing until his heart stopped beating, until he took his final breath. A grim smile spread across the open jowls of Vice, letting his tongue loll out between the rows of fangs that protruded jaggedly from his maw. He would never give up...or would he?
Would he simply stop fighting for his life, and just let its flame be snuffed out by the gentlest of breeze? 'Mayhap I will give up. After all I am but a murderer out for cold blood. I am utterly useless to this earth.' Mitts were raised and set upon the thick railing of the bridge, so that he was standing on his hind legs. As Vice peered over the edge of the stone railing and down into the swirling and powerfully writhing mass of water, a sudden feeling of pain enveloped the brutes mind. He grimaced, his face contorted with true agony...but it was not a throb of physical pain that was felt. No, it was the incessant feeling of hatred, regret, sorrow...being alone. Vice had no one that could comfort him...did he want it that way? Partially. 'Why must I walk alone...it only brings me pain.' Should he jump off the bridge? Should he embrace the cold grasp of death as he plunged into the icy waters below? Should he just end the charade right then and now? Indecision haunted the very thoughts of Vice, plaguing him with deep inner turmoil. What would the leader of the City-Slickers do...end his life with a simple leap...or continue living in this masquerade he called life?
{I hope that was alright...I'm not really feeling up to typing a whole new thing for Finsky right now...it's from a site I previously co-owned but am no longer part of.}
Rules: Did you read the rules?: Yes Password: I didn't find a password when reading the main rules. Was I suppose to look elsewhere?
*Mun info: Optional, but we like to see who we are rping with.
Name: I usually go by Mourge Age: 14 Sex: Female Your B-day: June 15th How did you find us: Browsing E-mail address: -prefer not to give out- Are you using AOL or AIM: AIM AOL screen name: AIM screen name: happyhorse776 Years been RPing: About 2 Any other packs: Nup.
Genre: Advanced; Realistic; Freeplay; Wolf rp Plot/Intro: Walking. Surviving. These are the two things that are on your mind as you lope into the unknown lands. There is an eire feeling that this land gives you but you are looking for a pack to join so you keep walking, even if this pack was full of murderous wolves that would kill you in an instant. You stand still upon a hill unsure of where you stand. You then hear the howl that you will never forget. It is a pack howl, a strong pack that is. You walk over to where you hear the howl and you see a pack of wolves and you are approached by the alpha...what will you do?
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