NOTE: Whew, long ti
tle! >.<; I present to you, reader, roleplayer, possible friend, another roleplay that you just might participate in. :3 You may have heard, "What happens in the ____, stays in the ____". Well, in the dog fight arena, what happens there is seen by hundreds.

So Basically
This is an RP situated in a dog fight arena, which I'm calling The Haew Arena, and you're a dog (though you can roleplay your dog's/dogs' human(s)/owner(s) if that is your preference).
          The dogs in this arena are supposed to fight none other than each other. Almost every night, blood is spilled in the Haew Arena, or the HA. An innocent pup that just might grow up to become a bloodspilling monster... The bright white lights above shine down on the dogs. A claw to the right. A bite to the left. A startled yelp. A bark of masked pain. Then it's over before you know it.
          When it's a fight night, just before the fight, the participating dogs are injected with a kind of aggression serum that makes them aggressive and vicious; it makes them want to fight. They aren't really aware of the horrible attacking before the serum's effects wear off. It makes the dogs actually attack each other, whether they want to or not. They notice little to none of their terrible deeds.
          Escape. It's what you need to do. To survive. To live normal lives. You are a dog in Haew Arena, who has been forced to fight, or is maybe a newcomer, and you want out.

Rules
You must read all of the rules.
Regular Res rules apply.
Romance (PG-13) and violence (PG-13) are alright and encouraged.
You may curse as well.
No GMing or PPing.
No spam.
Use some form of OOC (out of character).
You must be at least literate.
One wolf hybrid per person.Remember, this is a DOG fight RP.
To join, highlight from here to the next rule and post Haew Arena ... we're busting out of here! But leave the rest in white. You must also post a BIO.
Please be respectful towards the other roleplayers.
If I ask you to leave, please do so quietly.
If I do not accept your BIO, please leave quietly, or Rmail me as to why you think that you should stay.
No page-stretcher pictures.
I have a right to add and change rules, but I will say so when a rule is added/changed.

BIO (* means it's optional, and try to write at least little bit for ~ ones.)
Name:
*Nickname:
Gender:
Age:
Species:
*Crush/Mate:
~Personality:
*History:
Appearance:
*Other:

Characters: (Roleplayer, name(s) of character(s), gender(s)
DjMan12545:
Angie Bauwe (female), Bruno Kaylex (male), Sylvestor Tarnish (male)
fullmoon:
Lannah (female), Black Hell's Dog (male)
Feyth:
Killer's Feyth (female)
Bretts:
Corpse (female), Flight (male)
mercyme6:
Shep (male), Angelique (female)
SilentSteps2709
Jess (female)

Haew Arena (Just a little bit to know)

Materials: The HA provides the cages, the food, and the water. The owner has to supply a food bowl, a water bowl or water bottle, blankets and/or pillows, treats, and whatever else. 

The Serum: The serum, when inside your body, makes you aggressive and, well, mad. It makes you want to fight, to attack. The dogs are injected with the stuff a few seconds before the fight. This forces them to claw, slash, bite, and pounce upon the others. It makes the dog very angry and dangerous. The dog will feel blind rage. They may relise what they're doing in horror, but at the very most they can only truly be aware of the fight a little bit.
          The Aftermath: The serum doesn't wear off quickly, and lasts for a while. Almost all the time, the effects last for an hour (about) after the fight and when they're in their cages. If it does wear off during the match, the dog has come-to and must do something. In the normal case, after the effects do wear off, the fight will have seemed like a blur. Only snatches, like photographs in a dream, can be recollected.

The Cages: The cages are enough for the dogs to walk a circle in (and not brush the cage bars, hopefully). Most of them are rusty, though they do get replaced when it appears that they have done their job for long enough. There are bars on 3 sides, and the back is like a wall of metal. The floor and top of the cages are like a ceiling and floor of metal. They are thicker than the back 'wall', though. The cage doors bear locks and a strong chain holds the door to the bars beside the cage door's bars. The chain wraps around 3 times.

The Arena Itself: It's behind the main building, and in the shape of a rough circle. There are bleachers about 5 metres up from the ground for the spectating bettors. The seats are brown and people walk around, selling food. There are a few lights that start under the seat area, and more from above. 
          There is a wall around the ground, of course, and about 20 doors, which is where the dogs come in from. The 'floor' is just the ground, stripped of gr*censored*. So it's just dirt.
          There's also a small building where the spectators enter from. They pay their money, hand in their bets, then they walk up the stairs and find a seat.

The 'Locker Room': Every dog gets their own when they join for, more or less, life. However, if there isd ever a time when there are over 20 'for-life' participants, the rooms will have to be shared. The colours are different in each room, but they all only have one colour (though there are different shades of furniture). It's a room about the size of maybe 4 closets. There are benches on the right and left sides, and shelves to put things on. There're doors on the front and back sides.
          The one that leads to the arena doesn't have benches in front of it. Instead, it has four metal hoops embedded in the floor. Chains are attached to the hoops. Before the serum is injected, the participating dogs are shackled to the floor then shot with the stuff. When the bell rings outside, the owner presses a button on the wall (out of reach of the dog) and this opens the door and a metal fence falls from the ceiling and lands on the floor. The dog rushes out, since it can't turn back and scents other dogs in the Arena.

The Main Building: Walking through the door, you see the front desk where you can register yourself and your dog. Walk forward, and to the left would be the washrooms, to the right is the janitor's office (the janitor has a closet in there, too). Lighting the building from here are uncovered light bulbs dangling from the ceiling. In front you see the stairs ahead, a fire escape door to the left, and to the right a storage room for food and such.
          Upstairs, the lighting is much dimmer and yellow-toned. There are two old, rusty metal doors to the left. In the closer one, guests stay when they come. That room is very clean and great to live in. In the far room, no one actually knows what's there... It's rumoured to be haunted by all of the dogs that have died in the Arena. Through the door across from the far left door, you can find a nicely-lit room for the staff. It's like a break room. Ahead, that door leads to the room of the dogs. You can walk to the right end of the upstairs, though there're only some empty crates and extra boxes. There are also some spare dog supplies for paying guests.
          The dog room is quite large, with a large, grimy-at-the-sides window in front, and a few lights above. The cages are stacked against the back and side walls. There are some by the window, but not stacked so as to not block the view. The cages under other ones are larger, because having a dog living above you deserves an extra treat.

When Do We Fight?

*An "All-In" fight means that all, or 20, dogs must participate. 

SUNDAY:
Break Day (No Matches)
MONDAY:
Noon All-In Fight
TUESDAY:
8:00 am - Twofer Fight
Noon - Twofer Fight
8:00 pm - Four in the Ring Fight
WEDNESDAY:
9:00 am - Three Attack Wednesday Special Fight
Noon - All-In Fight
5:00pm - Twofer Fight
11:00pm - Four in the Ring Fight
Midnight - All-In Fight
THURSDAY:
10:00am - Twofer Fight
10:00pm - Twofer Fight
FRIDAY:
Break Day (No Matches)
SATURDAY:
Midnight - All-In Fight

*Fights may be changed due to unexpected incidences.
*Fights will resume during rain and snow (when a cover will be provided), but not during extreme weather.
*Leave your e-mail and/or telephone number with us as you buy a bet ticket, we can contact you if a fight is cancelled.
*No refunds or extreme weather checks.

MY BIOS:
Name: Angelina Bauwe
*Nickname: Angie, "The Shredder" for not much reason (her people weren't very creative)
Gender: Female
Age: 5 yrs.
Species: German shepherd
*Crush/Mate: None yet.
~Personality: Angie is a ball of sunshine just about all the time! She is often the first to greet a newcomer and isn't afraid to talk to them and introduce the others to them. If Angie's not happy and yipping jokes, then you know something's wrong, because that just isn't right. She is upbeat and tries to see the positive side of things. Angie doesn't tire easily, but when she is, she'll take a nice, long nap. Rarely one to be disgruntled by anything, Angie loves to make friends. She is also very curious. However, she is shy around those that she likes.
*History: Working on it. ^-^;
Appearance: Her fur colour is mainly a golden German shepherd sort of fur colour, with black on her back. Her left ear has been bitten pretty badly, and her right ear is abnormally large and long (not to an extreme point, though). Her nose is black and her claws are ivory-tan. She has big, bright brown eyes. She has quite a few scars, but they are mostly covered by her pelt.
*Other: Although Angie radiates happiness and joy, she is very hard to cheer up when sad. Also, when she's guilty, she won't stop saying sorry until truly forgiven. She has been in the Haew Arena for 4 years.

Name: Bruno Mars Kaylex
*Nickname: It's just Bruno, really. "Bruno the Terror", because he freaked out a lady on his first day. XD
Gender: Male
Age: 6 and a half yrs.
Species: Doberman Pinscher-Siberian husky mix (don't ask)
*Crush/Mate: None yet, but he's a tough nut to crack.
~Personality: He's got a tough demeanor. He's not the most social, and keeps to himself. When he does talk, it's to reprimand someone or scold a pup. Bruno can be harsh. He is usually quite aggressive and takes too many risks for his own good. But when he likes someone, he will try to talk to them and seem very shy.
*History: He was born in a countryside animal shelter that housed dogs, a few cats, and many horses. Before aging 6 months old, he was adopted by a kind couple with a toddler. He was, however, not cared for properly and got sick. Even after being brought to the vet's last minute, the sickness kept returning. He was dumped in a pound. Luckily, he didn't get sick anymore for he was cared for fine in the pound. He was about a year old when a family of 2 parents and 3 kids brought him in. At first, they were kind, attentive, loving, played with and cared for him well like good pet owners. The youngest child always pulled on his tail and ears, the middle child always picked him up roughly and dropped him down the stairs, and the eldest was almost never there to watch him when they were told to, instead going out with friends. The parents soon got annoyed at him constantly howling in sorrow at night, following them around to be fed, and getting sick (like he used to). They abandoned him. He was left in an old cardboard box with a torn blanket. A man who wanted a dog to fight with in the HA (which was around where he lived), took him, brought him home, and trained him for half a year. He has been living in the HA for 4 years.
Appearance: He looks like a Siberian husky, but pretty much all black with rust-coloured belly, chest, neck, cheek, muzzle, and undertail fur. He has two little rust-coloured fur dot markings above each of his eyes. His pelt is fairly thick, but his tail is thin compared to a normal husky's. His muzzle is a bit slimmer than a husky's too. Bruno has dark brown eyes and many scars.
*Other: He has been in the Haew Arena for 4 years, same as Angie, but he arrived before her.

Name: Sylvestor Tarnish
*Nickname: Tarn or Sylv, "Hell's Canine Demon"
Gender: Male
Age: 6 yrs.
Species: Golden Retriever-wolf hybrid
*Crush/Mate: More or less open.
~Personality: Tarn is a polite but extremely flirtatious dog. He is respecful of most, but does try to charm the ladies. He only speaks when he has something that he thinks is worth saying to say, so he's usually quiet. Tarn is honest and can keep secrets. He can be very stubborn at times.
*History: He was born into a rich human family, and his parents and littermates were well taken care of, as he was. Tarn has been living it real good for his entire life. However, he and his siblings were bred to be fighting dogs. Loyal to their masters, but strong in a match. Tarn requires a large dose of serum to fully lose control, because his stubborn nature causes his body to reject most drugs and such. He has fought in his master's arena for his whole life, but will soon see how the true outside world really is.
Appearance: Tarn is about as big as a full-grown Golden Retriever. He looks like a small wolf, but with soft golden fur. His belly fur is long. He has a plumy tail and floppy ears. His muzzle is like a wolf's, however. He has big blue eyes that seem to hypnotize you.
*Other: Tarn wears a diamond-studded blue collar with a real gold circular tag.

Join Away~ c:

(Haew Arena ... we're busting out of here! and may I join. I haven't roleplayed a dog-fight since.... Shep, but Full mentioned that.))

Name: Killer's Feyth

*Nickname: Feyth; Killer

Gender: Female

Age: Teen
Species: Yellow Lab
*Crush/Mate: Open (Hell maybe?))
~Personality: She is dark and mysterious and tends to keep to herself. She never speeks to other dogs, afraid that one day she may face them in the ring and kill because of the serum. She is very quiet and hates to even make noises and show emotion because they show weakness and she doesn't want this. Deep inside she knows all of what she does is wrongn, but she can't help it.

*History: She was born and raised in a kennel that bread dogs specifically forcage fighting. After the place was closed down,all the dogs except for her were saved. She doesn't remembre much of her family, but she hopes to find them one day.

Appearance:

*Other: She has a huge rip in one ear and her fur is stained red.

((Hello you two. O3O

Full, you may join. Go ahead and post your BIO. And Feyth, may I suggest a highlighting of some of the rules? :3))

[[Haew Arena ... we're busting out of here!]]

Name: Corpse
*Nickname: Death
Gender: Female, bit.ch in dog terms
Age: 6 years
Species: Some species of wolf hybrid
*Crush/Mate: None yet
~Personality: Bright and very blunt. She speaks truth and only truth and is a horrible secret keeper, often clumsy.
*History: A puppy born in the arctic and was of no use. She was left to die one day when she first fought. A dog fighter ever since.
Appearance:

Other*: N/A
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Name: Flight
*Nickname: Fly
Gender: Male, dog in dog terms
Age:8 years
Species: German Shepard
*Crush/Mate: None
~Personality: Agressive, all the time. He's not a sharer and definately not someone to bargain with. Dogs often avoid him and he is a big softie under all that arrogance, just get to know him, if you dare.
*History: Has had a bit of a hip problem as most german shepards do. Otherwise he is a good fighter, but his weakness is his hip.
Appearance:

Other*: None.

((All accepted! 8D Beautiful BIOs, all of you. I'll be updating the empty Characters list.

And might I add... You can have a fight name (like what the people call you in the Arena) in your Nickname section (sorry if it seems like I'm mooching off of you Full, but this was something that was in my previous Dog Fight RP. You can also add, in the Other section, how long they've been in the Arena or in the buisness.))

((New Rule: There shalt be no page-stretcher images fouling up this newborn roleplay.

I just like to have everything in my Rules list. UuU

And I'll be back later, I gtg now. Bye for now.))

Haew Arena ... we're busting out of here! But leave the rest in w

 

((Okay, Angel is to one in the middle, the grey and white husky-wolf, and  Fang is the on behind the dog on right

Name:Shep
*Nickname:Fang
Gender:Male
Age:Young adult
Species:German shepard mixed with collie
*Crush/Mate:Open
~Personality:Very fierce during battles. Fang is also a gentleman. He respects to females, and SOME of the males. He wil; fight till the end for a loved one.
*History:No.
Appearance:Up
*Other:No.

Name:Angelique
*Nickname:Angel
Gender:Female
Age:Young adult
Species:Wolf hybrid
*Crush/Mate:open
~Personality:Very shy when you meet her, but, no pushover.
*History:Nope.
Appearance:Up
*Other:No.

((Pics are coming!!))

((Accepted! c:

If anyone else is here, we might be able to start soon. :3))

((Well we have a few roleplayers. XD We'll be starting on Sunday, at midnight. So it's basically the very beginning of the day.

If you don't mind, I'll start.))

Angelina stirred in her cage. She could see that it was still night, for the moon's pale light adorned the floor in gentle, glimmering beauty. She was on a lower cage at the left side of the room. Her ear twitched, irritated that she woke up at such a random time. Muffled sleep noises came from the other dogs.

"Angie?" Bruno mumbled. "That you?" he added groggily. His thick, half-asleep voice hung in the air like an uncomfortable question. "Go back to sleep." he muttered when Angie didn't bother to reply. His tail swished across the cage floor, and he rested his head on his paws. "Just gotta close my eyes..." he whispered to himself. But Bruno couldn't rest, and sleep eluded him. He had a drink of water, and stared at the darkness. Can't sleep, or I'll dream of my past... he thought. Bruno gave a shudder of terror.

"And so it begins! Oh! Feyth has gone for it!" The announcer sits in a little area, saying everything that is happening, while down below, two dogs are fighting. In a rage of black and yellow fur, the dogs go at eachother like two demons. In a rush of yellow fur, Feyth is upon the other dog, ripping through sinew and fur with her sharp teeth. It is all over in a matter of seconds, Feyth's fur is splattered with blood and the other dog is lying still, his stomach ripped apart and blood spreading in a pool on the floor...

The dog awoke, her heart pounding from the dream she had. Her breathing was coming in quick short breaths and she didn't seem to be able to focus. She had been having the same dream for over a moon now and it was bothering her to no end. All the fights she had been through, none had affected her like the one against Crusher. She shook the thought away and Feyth got to her feet, licking her bloodstained fur. There was another fight today, her against a dog named Angel. The name made her smirk. Who names a fighting dog angel.

Feyth let out a small yap, looking at the other dogs around her. Any one of them could be angel, but she couldn't care less. She had to win or her life would be over. There was no showing weakness during a battle, a lesson she had learned the hard way. She absentmindedly licked her scarred leg with a long pink-black-spotted tongue, smoothing the yellow fur over the long scar that wrapped around her leg from another dog...

Angel flexed her muscles. She was ready against this dog named...Feyth. What kinda name was Feyth? Angel chuckled. She looked at Fang. He was on the floor, thinking...again. Angel nipped him. " C'mon, Fang. Let's playfight!" she said, smiling. Fang growled. " No, Angel." he growled. Angel smirked. " Or are ya...chicken?" she asked, smiling.

Fang's eyes popped open. " No. I just don't think you could handle it, Angel." he said to the husky-wolf.

Angie blinked. Others were awake! She was shocked and overjoyed at the same time. So overjoyed that she let loose a loud, happy yap! Angie gulped, smacking a paw over her mouth. She flipped onto her back and stretched her legs upwards, upwards... Her paw pads could just about touch the ceiling. She yawned. "So sorry." she mumbled, rolling over to her side and looking up.

Bruno gave an annoyed groan. "Can't you just be quiet, Angie?" he asked with an exasperated sigh. His tail thumped against his cold cage floor. He nestled his head on a pillow and snorted, trying to pretend to go back to sleep.

Angie shot him a glare in the dark. "Anyone up for some LOUD conversation?" she asked, emphasizing the word loud with a blissful laugh. She would've purred, like a cat, but Angie couldn't do that. She nuzzled her fur, trying to straighten it out a bit. She wished that her owner brushed her more often.

 ((Writer's block, and I have the flu. Excuse me for the short posts.))

Corpse quietly sat cage, panting from all the running and exercise. She was still bleeding from her side from the last fight. Corpse quietly got up and walked around the cage, noticing all the other dogs scattered along the kennel, cage room. 

Flight sat in a cage, growling to himself. One fight after another, and I'll always win.A thought hit him like a thorn. One of these days, I'm going to lose, and die. Nothing lasts forever, and accept that Flight. Flight growled again before staring at a cage across him.