The Thestral Gang

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[bg=#330000][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style,border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 30px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 10px] THESTRAL GANG The Thestral Gang is a gang I almost always form, eventually on any site. Sometimes it's an alliance, sometimes it's a gang. Sometimes it's a way of life. But in general, I'd love to bring it to this place, and see what happens when you switch the characters to canines and lupines, and see if that edits how the gang is created, how it works, and over all how it is protrayed. Basically the Thestrals are the worst of the worse in the since of crime. For those who understand criminal justice terminology, these are the high offense perps. For those who don't, these are the guys that you look up in Alcatrez because you just can't fit them into modern society. They are murderers, serial killers, thieves, assassins, and literally, the worst bunch of freaks you can imagine. The Ranking High Ranking Leader ;; Delirium Right Hand Man ;; Lazzaro Assassins ;; NOT ENOUGH MEMBERS Members Drivers ;; Marrok, Wybie, Toxic Storm Trainers ;; NOT ENOUGH MEMBERS Spies ;; NOT ENOUGH MEMBERS Members ;; NOT ENOUGH MEMBERS Slaves Stolen Pups ;; None Captives ;; None Slaves ;; None Ranks explained Assassins - these are the bad asses, the ones who know they are all that, and treat the rest of the members like sh.t because of it. They aren't afraid to cause trouble, but must prove themselves to be in this ranking Drivers - drivers are the ones who are incharge of keeping the slaves, captives, and stolen pups in order. They are the highest ranked of the normal members. Trainers - trains are in charge of training the stolen pups to being members of the gang, and obeying all rules when they reach the age to teach (usually about 3 or so months old) Spies - spies are hte ones who keep an eye on everything else. they are the safety net for Thestrals, and are usually the quickest, and most silent of members. But they tend to suck at actual fighting. Members - these are the canines that are around for the usual stuff. stealing meat, pups, females, gaining captives. They make up the bulk of the gang, and are usually very talented fighters, and are expected to pull there share Stolen Pups - these are the pups that have been stolen to become new members of the gang. Captives - these are the slaves kept for breeding purposes, to improve the gang numbers. Usually female, they are treated like property, communal property, and are not to be shown kindness to, unless they do something beneficial for the gang. Slaves - these are all slaves who have been taken in. Most will be trained to become new members for the gang. If they do not break they are either made into captives or killed. Acceptance Acceptance into the gang. Just copy and paste the form below, and add it as a reply to the thread. This thread will also have updates for the gang posted, so check back frequently. [b]Name[/b] :: [b]Age[/b] :: [b]Gender[/b] :: [b]Breed[/b] :: [b]Personality[/b] :: [b]Ranking[/b] :: [b]Reasoning behind Ranking[/b] ::

[ZEPH]

SP: Lazzaro. You accidentally said Larrazo XP

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Lmao. Fixxed. that's what I get for plotting out a post while doing this, huh?

[toxicstorm]

Name :: Toxic Storm
Age :: 3
Gender :: Male
Breed :: Doberman Pincher
Personality ::


Blessed are the meek for they shall inherrit the earth. But in the meantime the strong will make a pretty good living.
--- Garfield.



I've never been one for playacting or pretend. I've been asked my name a thousand times and a thousand times over I've answered honestly despite the reaction it might get me. Before you ask now, because keeping it at a thousand exactly is a right pain in the ass, my name is Toxic. Just Toxic. It sound more manly than Toxic Storm. That just sounds like someone's idea of giving their pet a tough name, and I've never been someone else's pet. I'm tall in this world, though I suppose a Dane or Mastiff of the right size would make me look like a dwarf, but let's get this straight. I'm not one of those ridiculous dog creatures that look like dobermans but are actually about 4 inches tall. Those things don't even deserve to be put in the same class as purebred Dobermans. It just isn't the same. They can't run, jump, fight, guard, attack, bark, or even see and hear the world the same as I can. They can slip into small places I can't get into, and I suppose they have to have a better handle on their temper since they can't go around beating the crap outta anyone they don't want to take bs from. I like being this way though. Even the impatience that breeds the fury inside me is nice. It gives me a release since I can strike out at anyone or anything without fear or worry. I can let my body move in easy motion with whatever thought process I'm going with at the time. Breathing, fighting, it's calming. It's natural. It's what I was born and bred to do.

I get plenty of nonsense because I have the look of a dog that was a pet once. They get their tails and ears chopped of at birth because humans think it's cute. I lack both because of a sick demented past, in which my family felt a need to find a way to make us look fiercer. So in my litter, they experimented. I got the lucky draw of getting to go the traditional route. They bit my tail off, and used their canine- no pun intended- teeth to slice the floppy ends of my ears. I got lucky. On some of my brothers and sisters they broke the skin to carve scars when they were only days old. It shouldn't really have surprised them how quickly we all left home. We didn't want to be abused, but somehow those days of being toyed with, the canvas for obsessive designers allowed the persona they wanted to create to sink in. I became the pawn they had wanted, just not under their control.

I know I had brothers and sisters, but I don't know what happened to them. I only remember floppy eared pups that looked strangely disfigured suckling against the body of one female. That similar link, one of two we shared. A mother and a father, the only thing I had in common with brothers and sisters I never knew. Not that I need family to be happy. A gang is fine by me. Packs are too much fore me, they have too much structure. I couldn't survive in one long, because a statement I don't agree with tends to lead me into starting a knock down drag out fight. That ends up kind of frowned upon in a purebred dog that's looking for a place to stay. You need to keep that bottled up for a few months to really last in a pack. They have already formed loyalty ties that would cause you to be attacked by them en mass if you raised a tooth against the wrong one. I do that often too. I like raising hell, and maybe that's what they should have named me.

Except hell is too cliche, and I kind of like being different. It's not like I'm a mindless killing machine. I don't kill, unless they insist on putting me in a position where I need to. Fighting is just my way of thinking like running is for some people, or drawing, or any other thing people do therapeutically. Fight just isn't usually considered the norm, and tends to send people in my life the other direction. I've never loved because I've never had someone close enough to be given the chance. I have no friends, no alliances. That gives me freedom, though sometimes I wish I had ties. Like I said, all I need now is a gang that will take me. They have not the kind of rules I like to avoid. They can be my family, my friends, my employer, and my lover. They can be my life. That's fine by me.

Ranking :: Regular Member for the moment
Reasoning behind Ranking :: xP There's not enough members for him to be anywhere fancy.

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"Welcome to the pack. I suppose you will do."

[ZEPH]

UPDATE: I thought i should say this, we now have our own territory.