Rise up and take the power back
Name: I was named Riot.
Gender: Female, asking ain't funny.
Age: Only about 1 autumn.
Breed: I'm an Icelandic Sheepdog like my mom!
Pack: Loyal only to the Vicuses.
Rank: I'm a pup, but soon I'll be a serf.
Mate: Are you kidding me?
Pups: I'm a pup myself!
Role Played By: Crow (rebel_crow)
It's time those fat cats had a heart attack
I am one of two Icelandic Sheepdogs that I have met wandering the streets of New York City, specifically Manhattan. The other is my mother Taboo. Now, when it comes to my coloring I am mostly ginger. However, my face, chest, tail, and paws are white. Most of my paws have white stockings, but the front right one isn't, and is almost completely ginger or light brown until the end, where it is a white sock. There is also a white stripe across my back behind my shoulder blades. I don't have any black except for the bottom of my tail. My eyes are a bright, happy amber as I am rarely sad. I have one scar on my throat. My nose and paw pads are jet-black.Now, when it comes to my build, that is pretty easy to see, I would say. I'm always a little out-of-place because I am growing at an alarming rate; perhaps soon I will be larger than my mother herself, and that's saying something. Taboo is giant! Currently I'm muscular, but the lean type of muscular where you've got some muscle but for the most part all of that running around you do has stripped the pounds off of you. I have a lot of power in my legs though, so I feel like I'm going to be a baronet when I grow up. My claws as well are growing at an alarming rate but are prone to snapping off because of this extreme growth. My ears are triangles that are broader than those of most dogs, and my tail looks like a normal fluffy-dog tail, not curled over. I don't think it will ever be if it's still straight at this age.
Yeah, their time's coming to an end
I don't have much of a set-in-stone kind of personality because of the fact that I am so young that I'm still learing my way around the streets; most things I don't have a reaction too yet except for maybe, "What's that?" or a confused face of that sort.My mother tells me that I'm a little troublemaker, although I'm sure that she means that with love and I know that I will grow out of it in time. My intelligence is average for a pup my age, which means I don't know a lot about the world, and that goes once again to my first point of how I would act if I saw the majority of things around here. I'm rather playful and always restless, though, so if another pup ever wanted to play, we would probably never stop.
I hate all Rottweilers because of what happened in my past; every single one of them, even if they claim that they're nice. Even if my leader Gunther told me that this one Rottweiler was calm, pleasent, and nice, I would believe that Gunther was crazy. Rottweilers are horrible dogs that were responsible for so many deaths. I also must have suffered some other sort of trauma from seeing my siblings murdered, but I haven't found it yet.
I'm not sure what I want to be when I grow up. I'm not sure if I would like to be a knight like my mom, or a baronet like hope. I'm going to have to find out sometime, but luckily there are always the possibility of being a serf to find out what I would like.
We must unify and watch our flag ascend
I don't have that much of a history being only a one-autumn old pup, but I can tell you the small part of my history that I already do know.I was born in a litter of three and my mother Taboo protected us. But she couldn't always be there for us. When we were only one and a half moons old, she went out to get herself some food when two Rottweilers leapt out of the shadows. They attacked us. Mom came back fast, but our throats were slit.
My siblings died, but I clung on to life, and it paid off. Now I'm still alive. Mom never let me out of her sight and taught me how to fight and hunt, but it wouldn't always be like this. So she went to the packs for help and let us join the Vicuses. I haven't regretted it since.