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This is the thread for the new RP required pet Mainstreet Mongrels! And guess what? It's concept contest time again! To begin I'd like to state that there will be no posting in this thread except for contest entries. All questions should be posted in the main thread or PMed to the shop mule "Mainstreet Mongrels".

So here's the deal. There will be two custom dogs given out here today! One for the person believed to have the best concept and one for the person thought to be the best RPer! These dogs will be drawn and coloured by me, Kiniro Oniba. As stated, these are RP required pets. If you don't want one on your plate then this isn't the contest for you.

The contest will run from July 8th - August 3rd. Edits will be accepted up until August 2nd, though no edits to your entries will be allowed after that date.

It is completely free to enter, however, if you win it will cost 10k for the purchase of the pet. Please do not enter if you do not have the necessary funds. To enter, simply fill out the form below and post it in the thread! Good luck to you all!

Character Name: Delilah

Ancestry and History: Delilah was born under rather depressing circumstances. Her mother, a purebred red and white Siberian Husky by the name of Mahogany, was a former blue ribbon show dog. When Mahogany hit retiring age, her handler used her as a breeder for future show dogs. One night it just so happened that Mahogany was in heat, it also just so happened that her handler had accidently left her in the kennel overnight which he normally avoided when she was in heat because it backed a dirty New York alley full of viscious disease carrying strays.

Now, being in heat she obviously was attracting much unwanted attention from the stray males roaming the area. Three mangy mutts had already gathered around her cage, snarling and snapping at each other in an attempt to get inside the bars. To further the coincidences on this day, the male that was soon to be Delilah's father had escaped from his garage dump home earlier that night. The half Chow, half German Shepard mix had been raised as an attack dog in the dump since he was a puppy. Beast, as he was called by his abusive owner, had never known any life other than that of pain, brutality, and blood. Raised to be solely a viscious gaurd dog he had mutated into a raging being of hate. His only purpose to destroy lives weaker than his own. He had been kept on a 20 ft chain his whole life, the evidence of this a ring of missing fur around his neck. After being beaten to the point of gasping by his owner in a drunken rage, Beast had lain in the dust for hours gathering his brute strength and raging fury. With no notice he had made a sudden and desperate leap to the end of his chain. His 170 pounds of pure muscles combined with his seething fury ripped the chain from his neck. With a guttural howl and an evil grin lining his face he easily leaped the gate to the dump and set off at a fast stepped pace to do some damage.

He had just ripped the throat out of a stray who had attempted to steal the box of old chinese takeout he had found in a garbage can when the scent of a female in heat teased his nostrils. Having never been allowed to mate, his insticts urged him in the direction of the smell. He approached the kennel that Mahogany was crouching in, snarling in an attempt at bravery at the strays who were trying to get at her. With a snear of confidence he approached the other three and quickly dispatched of them in a rather brutal manner. Giving the cage a once over he grabbed the fence in his jaws and simply yanked the door from it's hinges in one jerk of his head. He approached Mahogany with a snarl and a cocky grin and made short work of passing on his genes. Distracted by his current engagements he failed to notice the shotgun being cocked. By the time he did notice it was too late. A pierceing shot rang out in the night as Mahogany's handler killed Delilah's father.

The man, knowing his dog was now useless as a breeder as she was most likely now on her way to birthing a litter of b*****d mixes, lashed out at Mahogany with his foot in anger. Having been through quite a lot in one night, Mahogany could take it no more and with a snarl and a leap, ran off into the night. For the months that followed, Mahogany learned the street ways and managed to find enough food for herself and her growing litter of unborn pups. When the day finally came to rid herself of this load, she collapsed behind a dumpster in a dark forgotten alley. A little while later, Delilah and her three siblings were born.

One of the pups, a little female, died immediately due to a birth defect. The other two, both males, survived for a few weeks but also soon perished from the lack of nutrition. Delilah, the largest of the litter, became the only one to go on living. The day came when her mother did not return to the space behind the dumpster which Delilah had come to know as her home. After hours of waiting for her mother to return she eventually got too hungry and thirsty to stay put any longer. She ventured out from behind the dumpster and began to search for food and water. After weeks of roaming and scrounging for food, she found herself in the territory of the Red Fangs, unknown to her of course. She was now much bigger, for puppy standards, thanks to her large ancestors, as well as more sure of herself. She was young, only four months old, but had already been in a few fights and done alright by herself. From her father she had inherited strength and confidence, from her mother grace and intelligence. These traits combined to make her a rather good fighter, despite her youth. She had become so accustomed to living on her own that at first she was wary to approach the gang of dogs she saw here and there. However, her instinctual tendencies to want a pack eventually led her to following the gang around. After a few scuffles and blood, the pack eventually allowed her to tag along behind them. She wasn't much of a threat after all being such a young pup. It was here, catching snippits of converstation that she learned of the feud between the opposing gangs, The Howling and the Red Fangs, the latter of which she had apparently inadvertently joined. She decided not to give much thought to this, as it was unlikely this would ever affect her too much. Little did she know the extents of the two gangs hatred, and the extremity of the war she was now caught up in.

((I went more into Delilah's parents history rather than hers because I want to start her out as a very young pup who really doesn't have much of a history yet; that's what I want to develop through RP. Plus her parents are a large part of why Delilah is the way she is. Mainly though, it was just fun to write XD ))

Gang: Red Fangs

Basic Personality: Because Delilah wasn't exactly nurtured as a pup, she has grown up confident in herself and independent of others. It is difficult for her to get close to other dogs, and she is usually very quiet. When she does speak it tends to come out as sarcasm. She is very intelligent because of her mother and uses this intelligence combined with her father's inherited strength to win her fights.

Physical Appearance: I only have a few things I'd like as specifics, I want her nose and tongue to be black like a Chow's. Her body shape similar to that of a Husky but her fur like that of her fathers. For her coloring I'd like her to be very light gold, almost white, with a hint of red. Eyes a goldish green. Similar to this dog -> HERE. She is a chow/husky mix. I found her on a shelter rescue site and she was so adorable. She was the inspiration for this character ^_^

Does your dog have any unnatural adornments? If so, why? She has a few small scars that you can't see because of her fur, but other than that nothing significant... yet.

Your hopes for this character: One thing I know I want is for her to get in a fight and get her neck badly slashed. I want her to have that experience so that she is very mindful of keeping her head down and protecting her neck. Plus it will be a cool scar XD I also want her to fall in love with a member of the opposite gang. It's just a thought, but I think it would be awesome to RP. It would have that whole Romeo and Juliet feel to it which would be fun.

What would be the driving force / motivation for your character? Delilah feels like she is all alone in the world, which doesn't really bother her since she likes it that way, but it gets to her occasionally. She just has this road block in her mind about getting close to another dog, even if just as a friend. As she grows older she will be trying to work through that issue and hopefully eventually be able to get over it and let someone in. She's not really in to the whole "politics" thing between the two gangs and will most likely not care about the war until forced to. She would be content at the bottom of the heirarchy because to her the heirarchy doesn't even matter since she prefers to work alone anyways.

Please respond to this roleplay prompt as though your character were a young adult.
*Your dog and a close friend of theirs, a tough mutt named Jackal, are doing border patrol when they smell something suspicious. It could be a human working for Animal Patrol, a member of the rival gang, or just a mangy old alley cat. It is up to you to decide, but it is also up to you to make it interesting and exciting. This is where you get to strut your stuff in the writing department! For the purposes of this prompt, you may control 'Jackal' as well as your character.*


Delilah kicked a pebble out of her way with a flick of her paw and sighed. It's not that she didn't like doing border patrol. She got to see different parts of the territory and everything. But it was so BORING! Nothing ever happened and she would much rather be sleeping right now in her comfortable arm chair rather than wandering around looking for some invaders that don't even exist. She sighed again and looked up ahead of her where her friend Jackal was marching along with a determined look on his face. At least he seemed to enjoy patroling, why she had no idea, but he did. Of all the dogs in the Red Fangs she enjoyed his company the most. He was a lot older than her and a pretty tough dog, but he was fun to be around. Unlike the other dogs he didn't seem to mind that she didn't talk all that much and he didn't tease her for being so young. Maybe it was because he was just starting to get a little too old, and she was just a little too young, so they had a bit in common. She gave a mental shrug and sped up to pull along side Jackal.

Jackal glanced down at the pup and gave a curt nod of his head. "Hey kid." He was glad he'd gotten signed up for patrol with her. She didn't jabber on like all those other mutts and she kept to herself. He liked that, it made for less distraction for him. It was pretty slow tonight, they'd already been over the west side and there was dead scent out there. Not even a cat to perk their interest. They were just about to cross over to north when he stopped dead in his tracks. "Hey kid, you smell that?"

Delilah gave a sniff and then shook her head. Cocking her head she sniffed again, long and deep, and felt a faint scent of... something tease her nostrils. She gave one more sniff to be sure and then looked up at Jackal and nodded. "I'm not sure what it is though. It kind of smells human." Jackal nodded and began to track the odd smell. It did smell human like. But not the typical smell he associated with the Animal Patrol humans. "It's not Animal Patrol, it doesn't feel right. We should track it down to be sure. If it is the Patrol we need to warn everyone to stay out of the way." Delilah nodded in agreement and followed along behind Jackal as he tracked. She hadn't had any experience with the Animal Patrol officers yet, though she had heard others experiences with them and preffered to avoid that moment as long as possible.

The two mutts tracked the mystery scent for roughly thirty minutes before coming to a stop abrubtly as Jackal halted and drew himself to a point. Delilah stiffled a giggle as she usually had to do when Jackal pointed. She assumed that somewhere in his ancestry there was a pointer which was why he did that. She had never dared to ask though. Jackal heard the young pup stop mid giggle and rolled his eyes in exasperation. He turned his head and gave her a stern look. "Shhhhh! Whatever that thing is, it's just ahead." He got down on his stomach and began creeping forward. They were in a dark alley and he was pretty sure that smell was coming from back behind some dumpsters. He was about to leap out into the open, bristling and growling, when he felt the faint touch of something on his flank and glanced to his right and gave a jerk of surprise.

"Bow wow!!" Yelled the human child as it started giggling and trying to pet him again. "Bow wow!! Soft bow wow!!" Jackal stared in annoyance and jumped out of the way of the small hand. "Delilah, a little help here please." Delilah however was staring at the scene in front of her with a huge grin on her face. She'd never seen a human pup before of course but the fact that it was annoying Jackal so much was extremely entertaining. The child was now begining to cry from being denied the 'soft bow wow' and if it started to yell or scream they were going to have a problem. Not only would it attract humans, it would also bring other dogs. She slowly walked up to it and licked it's outstretched hand. It smiled at her and started petting, well more like yanking, her fur and she looked over at Jackal. "What should we do with it?"

Jackal raised an eyebrow and sighed. "Let's just leave it here." Now it was Delilah's turn to roll her eyes. "We aren't leaving it here." She stood up and got behind the human and began nudging it with her nose. She was basically the same size as it so it was pretty easy to get it to move. It was pretty wobbly though, like she was when she was just learning to walk, so it was slow going. Stopping she turned to look behind her and perked her ears at Jackal. "Just help me get it to a populated human area and we'll leave it there." Jackal gave a bark of laughter. "A populated human area? Ha! I am not going anywhere where there are a bunch of humans. Your young and nieve pup, you haven't experienced the cruelty of humans yet. I'm not going ANYWHERE where there are more than one or two humans."

Delilah sighed in annoyance and started pushing the child again. "Fine, I'll do it myself." She muttered. She got the kid to the end of the alley and then looked out into the street. There were a bunch of humans, mostly males, clustered around some building with neon signs with large red X's on them. She had a feeling that that wasn't the place to leave it. She looked the other way and saw some more humans coming out of a building that smelled like popcorn. Ignoring the tantalizing smell of butter and salt she pushed the kid towards the building and as she got closer she started to get a little hesitant. Glancing back she saw Jackal sitting at the entrance to the alley watching her nervously. What he had said did make her a little cautious of the humans. She stopped about ten feet from the place and hid behind a trash can. With a strong push of her muzzle she sent the child sprawling into a clearing of light from the building. It started to cry and she watched as three humans came running to it and one of them picked it up. One looked around and then pointed at her with shock on it's face. She couldn't exactly understand what they were yelling but she got the gist. She took off running and growled in anger as she felt a cup hit her flank.

Panting she sat down next to Jackal and looked back at the building where the humans were milling around searching the area, probably hoping to be able to throw more trash at her. She was helping that stupid kid for goodness sakes! She growled under her breath and then looked up at Jackal as she heard him chuckle. "I told you. Humans are cruel. You would do best to ignore them. Let's carry on with patrolling huh? Our shift is almost over and I'm getting tired." Delilah nodded and got to her feet, still annoyed but getting over it. She gave one more glance back to where the humans were and shook her head. Humans were so strange. She looked back and caught up to Jackal then fell in to step behind him as they finished up their slightly more interesting nightly patrol.

Character Name:Inga

Ancestry and History: Her grandfather on her mother's side was a standard poodle and her grandmother on her mothers side was a Boxer. On her father's side her grandfather was a dalmation and her grandmother was a Golden retriever. She was adopted by a young couple as a pet for the young daughter. There she was potty trained, fed, taught to beg, sit, and roll over. It was there where, as a young dog, she felt safe with her family. But things changed when she was two and her person's pup was five. In Inga's mind she'll always rembered it as "The Day of The Ear." It began like all the other summer days she had lived through, she was fed, then walked her human, and after that it would be an easy day of sleeping and playing with the pup. When it came time to play with the pup, well thats when things got ugly. There was a pirceing gun, then a howl from Inga followed by a scream from the young pup, from then on neither Inga nor the pup would stay in the same rom together. Inga would growl at the young pup, and then she would run. Thing went on like this for what seem like months to Inga, but were days to her former humans. She was soon sent away to some where scary. All Inga could rembe was a smelly cage and dirty water. Again to Inga it felt like months passed by, but soon she was adopted by a new family, one she didnt like. She was brought to their home and there she lived for a short amount of time, biding her time till she could run. And then the chance came, the front door was left open and it was then that she ran out of the house and in to the streets of Jamaica avenue.

Gang: The Howling.

Basic Personality:ADHD, and 'look before you leap' is not in her vocabulary.
She doesnt hate people she just rather not be near them, so even though she act reckless she is still causious enought to keep her distance from humans. She is very happy go lucky and curious, but is also very dangerous when she's in the midst of a dog fight.

Physical Appearance: She would have the same wide chest that a boxer would have, with long curly hair like a poodle, and the facical features would be similar to a golden retriever though a bit shorter. Her coat would be a mixture of fawn with random black spots, with spotted white socks on her paws and a black circel around her left eye. He ears would be floppy, not cropped, and her tail would be long and shaggy.

Does your dog have any unnatural adornments? If so, why? Before her life on the streets she had a family that seemed to love her. Her master had a daughter and a husband, and they all were very found of her. Her family also had a piercing gun and the little girl, loved to pierce things with the pircing gun. One day her master's child decided to pirce her ears. Inga struggeled and in the end the girl got bitten and Inga's ear got split. Now even though she can tolorate humans she is very wary of young and female humans.

Your hopes for this character: For inga I hope for her to find scence of purpose in life. She's only three years old but she still acts very much like a puppy. Hopefully while on the streets she gains some sense and calms down.

What would be the driving force / motivation for your character?Her motivation in her gang would be to stay as far away from humans as possible, so that she would be able to live in peace with the rest of her gang.

Please respond to this roleplay prompt as though your character were a young adult.
Your dog and a close friend of theirs, a tough mutt named Jackal, are doing border patrol when they smell something suspicious. It could be a human working for Animal Control, a member of the rival gang, or just a mangy old alley cat. It is up to you to decide, but it is also up to you to make it interesting and exciting. This is where you get to strut your stuff in the writing department! For the purposes of this prompt, you may control 'Jackal' as well as your character, and your character can be any age.

The city air was heavy with smog and the orange glow of the street light hung over head as Inga and Jackel raced down the ally way. The clicking of their claws on the pavement was drowned out by he sounds of sirens passing by, and the heavy smog couldn't hide the scent that teased both dogs noeses. It started with a simple patrol, both dogs casually making their rounds around their gang's turf. A few playful bats from Inga resonded with one or two sharp nips on the ear from Jackel as they took a short break to roughhouse . That's when that oddly familiar sent wafted by both dogs, who's hackles rose and ears snapped forward, listening intently for any sound of a threat. "What is that?" Inga whispered to Jackel anxiously, but Jackel didnt respond. He just stood their listening and waiting. Meanwhile Inga grew impaitent and fidgity, she was never one to wait and she wasnt going to start now.

So she bolted after the scent ignoring the barks from Jackel telling her to come back. Now it was a race to find that weird smell for her, ignoring everything around her as she bounded down the alleyways, splashed through puddels of mud and oil and skidded to a halt infront of a gaping hole. " WOW!!!" she said with amazement " That must'a been one big RAT!"

Jackel shook his head with exasperation as he trotted up to her. "No rat could make a hole that big in a wall that thick" he said guffly, sniffing at the wall with a wary caution. "It hasnt been marked yet, but to be safe we better not..." Jackel stopped mid senteces as he looked up to see Inga marking her terriory on the wall. "Inga you're an idiot" she sighed softly as he contiued into the hole with his nose to the ground.

Inga snaped back at him "I'm not stupid" and followed suit.

I was a long and dark path down the hole. there were no sounds from the city, and all the air seemed to become freash and lighter. It was something new for both dogs. Never had either them smelled such fresh air, or heard such silent harmony. Then they both heard a soft mew. "A CAT!" Inga shouted with excitement and she ran towards the sound, leaving behind a very miffed Jackel. "Not again " he muttered to himself as he gave chase to his companion. As the dogs ran that the air became heavy again, and the silence dissappeared as they reached the other side of the hole. There on the other side was New York, and in the dark shadows sat a old balding cat with a gruffy voice. Nothing like the soft mew Inga and Jackel heard earlier.