Passion

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Name: Passion/Pass
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Species: Dog [German Shepherd x Husky]
Agency: Secret Alliance
Rank: Alpha
Weapon: None

Likes:

• Control
  
• Intellectual conversation
  
• Intelligence
  
• Females
  
• Adrenaline

Dislikes:

• D.O.G.S./C.A.T.S.
  
• Insolence
  
• Stupidity
  
• Chaos
  
• Humans

Strengths:

• Strong
  
• Intelligent
  
• Charming
  
• Persuasive
  
• Handsome

Weaknesses:

• Irritable
  
• Chaos
  
• Deaf in left ear
  
• Sucker for ladies
  
• Allergic to peanut butter

Fears:

• Chaos
  
• Failure

Secrets:

• In love with a co-worker (a good plot)
  
• Used to be a D.O.G.S. prodigee

History:

• Passion used to be all for the D.O.G.S agency. He had so much potential and brightness. Many of trainers looked at him and wanted to be the one that raised him—considering they could take credit for it. Pass was excited and young, with the agency putting all the right things into his head. Of course training started as early as a puppy could handle, so the potential-filled male already had a vague idea of his future. At the age of one, Passion was showing all the right agent qualities and he was starting a bit of an uproar. But that was also when everything went terribly wrong.
  
• The other trainees that were in Passion’s class grew increasingly jealous of all the attention he was getting. Pass didn’t show it off and he was not arrogant at this point, so he was oblivious of their feelings. The trainees began to plot, even though that was the last thing that one would expect—all the more reason why the boy-genius was so angry. On a test mission, the two trainees Pass was with turned on him, tearing him apart. It was such a shock that Passion didn’t have time to respond before he was down and tied-up. Their plan was to kill him. They came very close that night, but it didn’t happen. Somehow, Pass had held on.
  
• No one ever saw him again. Rumors spread rapidly, outrageous rumors that Pass had no time for. Spite and anger slowly built in his heart, burning everything he had felt for D.O.G.S. At two and half years Pass started he Secret Alliance. Currently, he is working alone but on the search for loyal members. No one from the agency recognizes him with the scars on his back legs, but Pass is still laying low.

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RP Example: (pulled from a wild horse site I'm on)

What a coincidence that Fire ran into Cassiopeia on a night such as this.  She was, after all, the last he had contact with before leaving.  And now she is the first to speak with him!  It felt so odd talking to another that he simply just blinked, allowing his words to fill the air.  Anticipation thrummed through his mind, awaiting the theatrics that were surely to come with a mare such as Cassi.  Audits stood poised atop Fire’s crown, standing at attention, completely interested in what the fem was going to spout.  It was funny, the stallion thought, how something so simple as perked ears could show an interest.  And the fact that perked ears could mean something more than it should.  Fire cursed how easily his mind was wandering, for all he wanted to do was pay attention to this fancy female.  She was making it easy, but he definitely was not.

Fire Hoof’s warm eyes watched with sparkling surprise as Cassi started the show he was so looking forward to.  In response to his polite words, an alarmed light entered his optics when the pretty fae kicked out and around, landing at his side. The blood-hued stag didn’t flinch from her sudden yet graceful movements, but he was startled by her energy.  Her words, reassuring him that he was remembered, made a small smile lift the corner of his maw. The sound of her voice took on a sing-song quality that Fire remembered loving when they first met.  Matter of fact, the stallion could remember being absolutely endeared to her. She was just a random mare that had showed up in his then-lands, but she seemed to be more than that. She shined a beacon of hope, something that he had not felt in a long time. And it was as if she was not even aware of it! The effect she had on him was not on purpose, and he could tell. Cassi just uplifted someone, but for the moment Fire liked to believe she only lifted him up. Selfish, yes; but one had to give the lonely stallion some credit. He had been alone for quite a time.

Body tensed as Cassi began speaking again, all attention focused on her. Fire didn’t want to make it so obvious that she fascinated him, but he ha a sinking feeling that he was. He dialogue peaked his interest, making him feel ashamed and sad for what he had done. The way her voice brought the night to point of darkness and melancholy memories . . .  Fire couldn’t help but move with her, dropping his crown as she lifted her own. His body and soul moved with her story, the musical quality making his body sway slightly. The lovely words speaking of a land with no care made Fire disappointed in hisself.  He could have taken care of it.  He felt like an idiot and a coward.  He could have fought for what was his! Passion began to take shape in his heart, the kind of passion that starts as goosebumps and slowly grows into a thought which morphs into an idea . . . which eventually leads to a plan constantly nagging at his conscious.  The flame-painted stag could already feel it turning into something beautiful.  He was going to get his life back.  And he ha a feeling that this beautiful mare was going to help him. He had no idea how this would work, but he was going to make it.

If a blush could show on Fire, Cassi would have been able to see it when she mentioned “longing for a fire-imbued king.” Sudden thankfulness for his fur washed over him, even if he did look . . . less groomed. She moved to study him, mouth moving a mile a minute. Her words set his heart on fire; they burned his very soul and stitched branded sentences into his mind. The thoughts he had moved so quickly that he could not fully comprehend what he was thinking.  And to make it worse . . . Cassiopeia moved so that they were nose-to-nose making Fire zone back in, staring into her eyes so fiery. Ears turned eagerly towards her—an involuntary decision, but he didn’t fight it. She blew her scent into his nares, consuming his mind with her sweet smell. It was distracting to the point of his only thoughts being “smell pretty.” Her breath enveloped his every sense, making him stare intently into her optics, doing nothing to hide the intensity in them.

There was no denying it: Cassiopeia made Fire Hoof want to be a better stallion. He wanted to jump the moon for her, if that’s what she so desired. But it wasn’t a crazy “I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth” love-thing . . . It was more along the lines of an inspiration; she had given him something to live for.  That was hard to deny. With a very soft snort, he moved his snout so that his and hers were touching just lightly.  “I will not pretend that you have not affected me, Cassi. We have been here for a mere few minutes, and I am already inspired by you. I want to find who I am supposed to be and I want to fight for what I once had. And you, my dear, are coming with me,” his words were soft and determined; he couldn’t find a better way to express himself without exploding. The last sentence was not an order, but it also wasn’t a request. It was a hope, and he dearly hoped that he had said what she wanted to hear, because if it did not, then his true feelings would not be good enough for her. With a very small sound, Fire pulled his head back slightly, but kept his gaze locked on Cassi’s.

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