Note: I missed all of you. I've been gone for so long. And I miss RPing. I hope someone remembers me. Not many knew me. But that's okay. :> Here's my comeback roleplay.

Status: Join Away! We're always looking for new members! :>

Mr. PLOT: You are a dog. I am a dog. We're all dogs. We live in the Trieme Dog Fight Arena. Here, we are forced to fight. There's pain. There's blood. There's scratching. And biting. And death. I don't like it here. The air is always filled with tension. It smells like blood and infected wounds. Our minds are constantly trying to comtemplate why the humans make us do this. The inside of our eyelids are etched out, the picture of fighting. And the innocence chokes me. It just rips our hearts our to see new dogs, young and scared, fighting the others because they have to. The humans inject stuff into us. It makes us aggressive. My human is harsh, just like the rest. We live in these old and rusty (yet strong) cages that are locked. We can't unlock them. The huge, muscly, lumbering human has them. He smells like tabacco and fresh blood. He can smell fear, I bet. Behind his shades are these fireballs... Are those his eyes?! ... We must escape. Escape and start a new life. Before we die. It's as simple as that.

Mr. RULES: We must have rules. o.o
1. Please respect the others. Be kind.
2. No PMing or GMing.
3. No spamming or advertising without permission.
4. Unless it's an emergency (something important), bump or accidental double post, don't post more than 3 in a row.
5. Ignore this unfulfilled spot.
6. To join, read all of the rules, obey them, and post a bio.
7. Mating is allowed. Don't add details. XD You may mate over Rmail or just timeskip.
8. Cussing is allowed. Violence is allowed. Don't be too... detailed. Romance is allowed (wait I already said that).
9. If I do appoint a co-owner, it will likely be someone I know. I'll appoint one when necessary, but don't ask about it. You don't have to.
10. Don't control the humans, unless it's your dog's owner.
11. I will call fights, and pick who they are between (or if it's a group fight, which includes everybody).
12. Have as many characters as you can handle. Unlimited, just be sure to actually use them.
13. Be as active as you can in the roleplay, please.
14. I dun like having so many rules. I'm so sorry. D:
15. No page-stretcher pics. :<
16. Please be as lit as you can. <3 This means good spelling, good grammar, and no one-liners. And remembering that some things belong in OOC... (Don't be all babyish in your post. Don't use short form stuff like w/, ect.)
17. No Mary/ Gary-Sues.irst bio.

Mr. BIO:

Name:
Nickname:
Gender:
Age (Just the stage):
Species:
Crush/Mate:
Family:
Looks:
Experience (in dog fighting):
Other:

In the Roleplay: The dogs' cages have been cleaned. Right? Nope! They weren't cleaned. They're still rusty and grimy. Why? Because they got new cages! Filled with blankets, food, bones, and toys, it's a great place! Plus, there's a lot of space for the dogs. Why?

Schedule:
Sunday:
8:00 AM-Morning Fight (3x3)
1:00 PM-Afternoon Fight (1x1)
11:00 PM-Late Night Fight (1x1)
12:00 AM-Midnight Match (Full Group Fight) *may include guest (other dogs, wolves, foxes, badgers, ect.)
Monday:
12:00 PM- Monday Mash (Half Group Fight)
9:00 PM-Evening Fight (1x1)
11:00 PM-Night Fight (2x2)
Tuesday:
8:00 AM-Morning Fight (1x1)
12:00 PM-Tuesday Tangle (Half Group Fight)
5:00 PM-Late Afternoon Fight (3x3)
8:00 PM Evening Fight (1x1)
Wednesday:
5:00 AM-Dawn Fight (1x1)
12:00 PM-Noon Fight (1x1)
2:00 PM-Afternoon Fight (2x2)
4:00 PM-Late Afternoon Fight (3x3)
10:00 PM-Night Brawl (2x2)
Thursday (aka Rest Day):
3:00 PM- Tiny Tussle (1x1)
Friday:
6:00 AM-Dawn Fight (2x2)
12:00 PM-Friday Flames [Idk. XD] (Half Group Fight)
Saturday:
4:00 PM-Late Afternoon Fight (2x2)
7:00 PM-Evening Fight (3x3)
12:00 AM-Midnight Match (Full Group Fight) *may include guest (other dogs, wolves, foxes, badgers, ect.)
If there aren't enough users to have a 3x3 or something, it will shrink. Okay?

Characters:

DjMan12545: Angie (Female), Storm (Male), Singe (Male)
wolf18834: Trylen (Male)
shadowolf: Bone (Female), Kronos (Male)
ashdog554: Ash (Female)
DrEaMxxEaTER: Balto (Male)
Daisy98: Seneca (Female), Scrapper (Male)
nononolick: Bethany (Female)
Dustfeather: Nor (Female)
lakendrashley1234321: Aria (Female)

Name: Angie Bauwe
Nickname: Angie "Halfear" Bauwe The Terror/ Ang/ Angel
Gender: Female
Age (Just the stage): Young Adult
Species: German Shepherd (Plus deformities)
Crush/Mate: No one yet. (Angie- ;3)
Family: Currently unknown.
Looks: Imagine a German shepherd. She is golden. The black back marking goes from the top of her head halfway down her eye. It trails down her back, and reaches forward, covering some of her shoulders. Then it crawls across her back again and stretches to her heel. On the right side, it goes down to her hind paw. On the right side (upper leg), it goes down to her paw in  'V' shape, with the point at the middle of her paw. Oh her tail, it goes halfway. Her tail is extremely fluffy and pretty long. But there isn't much flesh there. It's mostly long, long fur. Her right ear is very, very long. Halfway, it goes fluffy and the black marking stops. Her left ear is all black, but most of it was bitten off. Her teeth are amazingly sharp, but they can't really fit into her mouth properly (like a sabertooth, but with smaller fangs!). She is pretty thin where her ribs are; you can see them, even with all of that fur! On her left side, by her showing ribs, are four scars from a scratch. On her right side, her shoulder has on long scar going down her arm. She has various scars everywhere, but they are smaller. Her eyes are goldenish brown. She is well-muscled at the front, making her look top-heavy.
Experience (in dog fighting): Pretty good. Has been fighting in the Arena since she was a pup! So, as soon as she was able to actually fight and... Well... Move. She is miserable, but getting much stronger each fight. She releases her anger (which is normally pent-up inside, but the aggression stuff lets it out) by fighting. She is starting to control herself (while she's on the aggression stuff) a bit.
Other: Her paws are strangely large. She's Storm's friend.

Name:  Storm Vern
Nickname: "The Lightning" Storm
Gender: Male
Age (Just the stage): Young Adult
Species: Siberian Husky
Crush/Mate: Maybe someday...
Family: Dead. Dead. Dead.
Looks: A muscular husky. Scars everywhere. Icy sky blue eyes. Bushy tail. Thick fur.
Experience (in dog fighting): Good. But not as much as Angie.
Other: He actually likes making friends, but he tends to lurk inside his shell. He is very miserable, due to his past. Why do you think his family is dead?

((Join?)

Name: Ash
Nickname: Ash
Gender: Female
Age (Just the stage): Teen
Species: German shepard Great Dane mix

Crush/Mate: Open, No

Family: Dead
Looks:

Not my pic 

Experience (in dog fighting):None. She is new to it. :c

Other: My favorite fruit is a mango!

((I remember you guys! 8D *happy* Accepted, Wolf and Ash. Shadowolf: *noms head for not obeying all of the rules* I think we should wait for others before starting, 'kay?))

((Sure! I'll start, if you don't mind. I'll set the scene.))

Scene: It's quiet. And it's dark out. We can rest until the Midnight Match. It's Sunday. The MM is on the weekend days. The dim lightbulb above our heads glows... dimly. A few moths flutter around it. The window that shows the stadium looks dirtier than ever. There're many fly corpses inside it.As we sit between the cracked walls and crates of dog food, the humans nearby begin to chatter noisily.

"It's so cold in here." Angie barked. She lied down on the cold cage floor and wrapped her tail around herself. She looked up at the light bulb. "Moths, I envy your freedom." she muttered. Her fangs glinted in the pale light. The humans forgot to replace it. At least they have light in the room. Angie could just smell the dog food in the crates when she begin to warm up. She was hungry. Her food bowl was empty. Angie took a few sips out of her other bowl and rested her head on her curled tail.

Storm lied down. He said nothing, but watched the other dogs quietly. He read their faces. Storm was getting sick of fighting. In his blood ran the aggression fluid. He felt the anger dissipating when he remembered the night his parents were slaughtered and his siblings and himself were brought to the Arena... All of his brothers and sisters died in fights. But he survived... At a terrible price. He had to live in pain. He was trembling in sadness, and his ears were pressed to his head.

((Thanks))

Sena stood in her cage, Her black fur glinting in the dim light. Her fangs poked out of her mouth slightly as she moved to sit down. She licked her food bowl until it was clean of crumbs. She was hungry, but taught to be happy she was even fed twice a day, even if it was much to small for her appetite. She lapped up a large amount of water and looked ahead. "You should be happy you mutts are alive." She growled lowly and looked at the clock. 11:45. Fights would start soon. Her sleek tail lashed back and forth in the Wood shavings they called a bed. She could barely stand in her cage.

((Np.))

Angie stared at Sena. "You should be happy you actually get fed." Her golden eyes glinted. She was the first dog at the Arena, and was very tiny back then. She had fought a young great Dane. The first splatter of blood on the Arena ground. Sad, sad.

Storm raised his eyebrow. "I just want my cousins back. They were some interesting dogs." he said. Storm chuckled. Then he ate the food in his bowl. It was some nice, raw meat from his owner's previous hunting trip. "But a she-dog with eyes that gorgeous has to know what's best." he mumbled. His tail swished back and forth. 

The clock read 11:50. The chatter of people grew louder. There were even some in the seats. All disgusting and ready to see gore.

 ((We should have at least most of our RPers before the Midnight Match, so it's more realistic. I just see you and I, Daisy.))

Mr. BIO:

Name: Nor.

Nickname:

Gender: Female.

Age (Just the stage): Young adult I guess. She's grown out- since dogs do that within a year xD- but still very young. She's not even two years old.

Species: She's a wolf-dog mix. Not sure exactly what she's mixed with though.

Crush/Mate: Nooo.

Family: Though most of her family was killed at some points in the fights, there are a few siblings who remain. She doesn't care about them; they're all bloodthirsty anyway.

Looks: See above. ^^

Experience (in dog fighting): Fairly experienced. She was born and raised at the Pit so she knows how to fight with enough skill to survive for a while.

Other: Isn't this wolfdog purty and my favourite fruit is. Um. 8D Apples.

((Accepted. :>))

She then turned to Trylen. Angie felt sympathy for him. She gnawed on the bars of the cage. They tasted good. Nice and rusty. And metally. Her plume of a tail flicked and thumped down on the cage floor, behind her. Immediately, the warmth from her body began to seep away.

More talk between the people. Two were conversing about chains. And the dogs. What were they talking about?

((Yeah. o.o))

Sena muttered something and lay down. "I know I'll be picked tonight. No matter." She growled, then turned to Storm two cages away. She dipped her tail in the water bowl and flicked water at him. "Don't try to charm me, mutt." She hissed. "It won't work." She then turned to Angie wich was in front of her. "Are you a giant, 300- pound dog?" She growled And then lay her head on her paws. "You dog's don't apreciate that your alive right now." She muttered. Deep inside, she did want out though.