Dogs of Springtown is a present-day, semi-realistic canine roleplay set in a fictional place called Springtown. We have open pack-making, high ranks, 4 established packs, and a roleplay rating of 3-0-2. We have a very interesting plot, and plots are player-driven. There are two races of dogs called the Collared and Wild.
Can, and will you survive Springtown? In this place of chaos, you never know if you'll survive. Snatchers are roaming everywhere, the invisible Barrier, everything makes Springtown a place of danger.
10/4/2018
The leaves are starting to change color, and are beginning to fall! The temperature is reaching 55 degrees Fahrenheit, and it's getting cold!
11/1/2018
More trees are becoming bare thanks to Springtown being more in autumn! More leaves are changing color, and falling, and it's even colder!
Roach is 27 inches tall and weighs in about 89 pounds if its a good feeding day. At times, his ribs can be seen on days that there's little food to consume. He's got a rather fit structure that's lean and built for speed. He isn't stocky like bulldogs. His breed wasn't meant for that. He had a long thick coat which thankfully is waterproof. His face has similarities of a wolf just as he was breed to be. His coat colors consist of black, grey, light grey with a few bits of dull brown in the mix. His eyes are an intense gold surrounded by black lining. His tails bushy and plump.
Personality
Hard-headed When a decision is made, he gets it done and there's rarely anything any canine can do to stop him. His stubbornness is hard to dig through his rough exterior, but it's there. There's no arguing him with right or wrong. When his mind is set, that's that. He'll shrug off any plead otherwise.
Dutiful Obedient to the very end. Give him a job to do and he'll do it no questions asked. His loyalty runs deep and will follow any order even if it means losing his life in the process or taking another. Some might say his blind devotion means he lacks a brain or sense of his own judgment.
Reliable He's a capable canine in his own right. Roach is the one to approach if a problem arises. He can get things done no matter the cost. He's always there supporting in his own bizarre ways. Neither will he back down when the going gets tough, using any means necessary.
Quiet He's a silent brute. It's difficult to approach him due to him standing tall in total silence just staring with those sharp golden eyes. He's a tad bit intimidating. Get past that his appearance, Roach is a decent listener. The fact that he doesn't talk much helps especially at keeping secrets. He'll only speak when spoken to or when it was necessary. It'll certainly be a chore for someone to drag him out of his shell.
Blunt Roach doesn't beat around the bush. At times, he can almost be insensitive with his blunt attitude hurting another dogs feelings or killing the mood. It's how he is, a socially awkward dog who isn't intoned with his emotions as the rest are. He tells it like it is, not the type to play with words or to deceive another. This makes him a terrible liar.
Patient He has the patience of a saint. Roach was never easily agitated. Welps could walk all over him and he'll never bare his fangs. A pack mate could talk his ears off and Roach would sit there and take it, sucking up every word. Until they finish then he will excuse himself. Stalking is a breeze for him finding it easy to wait and observe.
Caring He has a beating heart in his chest. He does care and shows it in his own ways. Even though he's not the best at communicating, at least he tries. He makes it his business to stand by any who are upset and just be a shoulder to rely on. His weakness is the young ones, unable to turn away from the cute chubs that they are. He's practically their slaves. When someone is in need, he would be there and do anything in his power to assist. He only shows this soft side towards the pack. Strangers and threats are a different matter that will be solved with tooth and claw.
History
Roach was born in a barn. He was part of a litter of four. His mother was a breeding bitch. The owners had a side job of breeding dogs that looked like wolves to appeal the humans urge to tame the wild. From the start, Roach was very responsive to the human's commands. He never had those rebellious tendencies as his siblings did. Neither was he attached to the female that gave birth to him. She in return didn't give him the love of a mother. From the start, he was an oddball who preferred silence and no company. Though, he does remember a cat being the only creature he could call a friend in his pup days. That cat didn't give much attention about how standoffish Roach was.
He found his days filled with snuggling with the feline and learning the basic commands. His owners called him "smart" for it and decided to train him in defense. This was harder for he had to protect the human on his command. It never made sense to him. Why should he wait for the human to say attack or bite when he could have done so immediately and it all be over with? Another thing that put him off was the fact that the humans used spray bottles to put him in his place. He hated those things. Roach soon found out to not ask questions and just obey.
It was the time that he was sold. Unfortunately for him, the two-legged that bought him was incompetent. They were a family of four and they lived in the city called Springtown in the northern end. Being born in the open space and air of the country, this was not a good change for Roach. Their shelter was a small apartment defiantly not smart owners. He spends most of his days in that apartment, unable to run and exercise. The little two-legged were mostly at school, only giving him this strange attention called "dress up". They quickly learn that he was a very calm puppy and quickly lost interest in him. The alphas of the house were also gone most of the day bringing home the bacon.
It was a year before these two-legged decided they couldn't keep him any longer. He only laid around confined in a small space. He ended up being taken in by a man on the south side of the city, apparently a friend of the family. The man understood Roach better than the family, he took him out a lot and stimulated by wrestling the brute from time to time. Roach was a simple dog, all he needed was space and something to get his teeth into since that's what he was trained for. He never once thought of escaping the collared life. Roach never even heard about being wild and free until he saw some dogs one day out in the park. He watched as these dogs tricked some humans out of their food and high tailed it towards the alley. This was all new to him, and whether he knew it or not it was going to be his new life soon.
The man who took care of him for five months never came back one day. He was unaware that he got into a car accident and passed away. It was a while before someone checks his home. That's when Roach sprung into action, bolting out of the door as it opened. He didn't recognize the two leg and took it as a chance to flee. Those dogs had been stuck in his mind for a while now, influencing his thoughts. For a time, he was a stray. It was a strange life not following orders and commands. He didn't particularly found pleasure in it. It was when he went to the beach that he found his calling. A pack was what he needed. He took up the offer without hesitation when Oceania approached him with a large grin on her muzzle. Ever since then he's been part of the Fishers group, supporting everyone as best he could.
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