The SCAA - Officially Closed!

[Festiy]

Unfortunate drop-out, sorry. ;n;

[wesleydog]

Revamps are up, everyone. c:

[Lirrie]

Username: Lirrie
Kennel Number: 108
Revamp:



Lines Artist Credits or Link: http://chillingbreathofdawn.deviantart. ... -307815160
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[.Blue.]

The revamp for 41 wasn't put up. Just thought I'd let you know!

Username: .Blue.
Kennel Number: 123
Revamp: Sorry, the rest got cut off, so I am posting the link to it.
Lines Artist Credits or Link: http://browse.deviantart.com/?order=9&q ... 8#/d2tsiau
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[Supernuk]

Username: Supernuk48
Kennel Number: #76
Revamp:
Lines Artist Credits or Link: Flying/Running Wolf Editable by Neara
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Username: Supernuk48
Kennel Number: #88
Revamp:
Lines Artist Credits or Link: <3Chibi Maker<3 by Kitsunerainbow
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[wesleydog]

my huge work in progress ;u; this is a construction site x3

Every time that I try to get closer... he pushes her away...



Username:
wesleydog

Kennel Number:
Kennel 133

Name [of pet]:
Dink

Gender [of pet]:
Male ♂

Breed/Species [of pet]:
Shiba Inu and Akita Mutt

Personality [of pet]:
dink;;

figure two -> shady;;

figure three -> calette;;

figure four -> severance;;

[general and behavior information]
Mental disorders, weaknesses, and fears;;
- dink has dissociative identity disorder, more commonly referred to as multiple personality disorder; it is a psychological illness that leads him to believe that he is two or more figures; or rather, leads his brain to believe that he is not one figure but many and has no true identity.
- he fears that he will never find love because his illness drives him to be harsh and cruel to others, and often makes him appear frightening to others; for most run away from him in fear and never look back.
- dink's biggest weakness is love; it upsets him that he cannot find his own love and sends him into deep states of depression. his depression has driven him to insane things, and the stronger emotions that he feels, the more likely they are to come out; his other sides. otherwise, his visits from them, those that he has grown to refer to as shady, calette, and severance, are completely random and these outbursts could be considered his 'weaknesses'.
- he has social anxiety and panic disorder, leading him into spells of panic and worry where he is quite vulnerable to hurt and depression. these panic attacks come quite frequently, and the paranoia can be flared by most anything, but most commonly including a shift in personality, deep depression, strong emotions, loud sounds, darkness, anything applying to affection, and homeless people.
- he is quiet secretive, which is one of his major personality weaknesses. he prefers to stay far from the people, for when shady comes lose he scares away the children, and when severance becomes of appearance he loses control of his mind and body.
- he has minor achluophobia, it is mostly associated with loud noises at night time and recurring darkness without warning. he is also frightened by homeless people and drunkards that pointlessly walks the streets and a fear of becoming homeless. for he has little income because he has no job and lives on support from distant family members and the government and piteous church-goers near his humble home.

Strengths;;
- persistence. dink has absolutely no determination; no not mistake that as a synonym for his quality of being persistent. for by no means does he ever expect anything of good to come about by chance, luck, or any of his personal doings. in fact, he's given up all hope in himself and in love and in ever living a general life. however, he fights for what he wants because he does not do well without getting his way.
- humility. dink's a tad, or rather quite a lot, too harsh on himself. however, he's sensibly humble and never gives himself credit for anything; he sees himself as worthless to society; he would enjoy being anyone but himself ironically, though this does not include the figures that he sees as other parts of himself now. he just wants to live a normal life. he hasn't gotten to experience anything for himself; he's always had to live inside of a bubble, not because the world is not safe for him. no. rather it is because he is not safe for the world.

Background/History [of pet]:

Use [for pet]:
I totally stalked Shimmerleaf's posts after she donated Dink to the SCAA, and I dug up the picture of him as a sad little shiba inu not too terribly long after she donated him. I absolutely fell in love with his sad little face, and ever since that day [many months ago] I've been searching for muse to write something nice for him. Then I came up with the character idea of "Dink". As I searched through the kennels, I knew that writing a form like this would take a lot of time and dedication, so I had to be sure that I chose the absolute perfect character to play the part. I knew Dink would be an amazing character to use for the personality I had written out in my head, and so I chose to use him. I really like him, and I would really enjoy using him as a character. I always get art of my characters and format them each a page on my character website, so he'll get plenty of love from me. ^^

Other [physical information, likes/dislikes, etc.]:
[history information]
First memory;;
- the first memory that dink has is a terribly scarring one; when he was six years of age, his father was lifting him out of the car and helping him into the house. his father saw a note on the kitchen counter and read through it, tears welling up in his eyes. dink remembers grabbing his father's hand; it was cold and moist with tears. 'to wherever life takes me' read the note simply, and it was signed with a small heart and the name 'teresa' which was the name that dink's mother bore. dink's father understood the note; it carried a message that would forever change dink's life. teresa loved dink and his father, but she wanted to make herself disappear. dink would not know until many years later that his mother had moved transcontinental and most of her life alone.

Hometown;;

Current residence;;

First view of DID;;
- dink first experienced did [dissociative identity disorder] when he was eighteen.

Cause?;;
- did is usually found in women. dink never experienced any sort of abuse or anything, and he was a rather pleasant person to be around for the longest time; there was no reason for him to check out mentally or force anything else onto someone else's persona. it is unknown what caused his 'did'. it's even been suggested [and is very probable] that it's all a game in his head and that he's only convinced himself that he has the illness. perhaps he hasn't any did at all; it's been suggested by many that did doesn't exist at all. there's always the possibility that dink has some other form of mental illness that causes him to feel that he has did such as schizophrenia, or maybe he's just extremely self-conscious and mentally confused.

[appearance and physical information]
Age;;
- dink is twenty one years of age in his human form/human years; in dog years, he is three years old

Physical description;;
c a n i n e.

h u m a n.

[extra personality information]
Likes;;

Dislikes;;







Kennel Number:
Kennel 28

Name [of pet]:
Czenzi

Gender [of pet]:
Female ♀

Breed/Species [of pet]:
Ethiopian Wolf

Personality [of pet]:
Background/History [of pet]:
Use [for pet]:
Other [physical information, likes/dislikes, etc.]:


Together [a story of love, hate, despair, and a sad, sad life to live]:
Cherry Coke

[Aysan1]

Bet ya missed me <3~/shot

Well.. I'm back and my form for #24 will be put here.



Others are- 95 and 136


{Insert picture of pet here}
Username: Aysan1
Kennel Number: 24
Name [of pet]: Kamour
Gender [of pet]: Male
Breed/Species [of pet]: Dinosaur
Personality [of pet]:
Background/History [of pet]:

We first meet our host in the busy mornings of day, when it's tiny form is snuffling around, snout in the earth as it searches for nutrition. Or rather food.
But... let's not get too ahead of ourselves, let's go to the beggening.
A little green egg nestled all alone in the bushes, how did it get there? Well, obviosly by a precariose mother who didn't see the little eggs of her own wiggle and twitch, untill the one near the edge was hurdled down and thankfull saved by a tower of grass. You see, in though times you didn't have lawn mowers, but you guessed that by now, or atleast i'd like to think so.
Well, this little egg that wriggled and twitched, slightly different than the others rolled itself from the mush of yellow turning grass and into a bush, and a large bush at that.
Many mornings passed, and the heat of the sun made the green of it's shaded hedge go into a dustier color. It didn't have the same life as it had before, less vigor, this color didn't seam to say "Go, go, go!" But that didn't stop the crackling of an eggshell. First a small beak pushed it's way through the slightly white and green tinted egg, and then. "Eeeeee...!" A small eye poked itself against the hole, staring out into the world. For the first time I must say. More crackling from the shell, two little paws pushed and more of the ggs flesh cracked. Now there was enough open to feel to leaves against his skin. He, the small creature layed on his back, trying to roll out of the egg shell lonsomly. "Eeeee...!" And after much of struggle, there he was, little tail and all. Of course movement wasn't the easiest of things, and neather was breathing in the stronf wind that waited for him outside of the leaves.
And now.. back to the present.
Our little dinosaur lays there, it's little beat filled with grass. From his reaction, you can figure out... grass wasn't the best tasting thing. Now, you must be wondering "How did he live in such a dangerouse world without a care taker." Well.. let's say, we'll get to that soon enough. A small nest of 'flyers' rested on the rocks above him, chirping and hopping about in their nest. They couldn't fly yet...
The little thing licked around it's beak, smacking his lips in exitement.
He kept on watching, hidden undearneath a cavern untill the mother left. Then he screeched. "Eeeeeeah!" If not blood curdling i'm not sure what it could be labled. And with that big.. no, huge footsteps, footsteps that made the ground beneath you quiver and shacke. There comes our reason for our little dinosaurs still living.
Jerry, it's been noted, his real name is 'Jerrrrraae' or so do the dinosaurs speak, but wich name would you rather try to remember?
So anyways Jerry was big, red and fierce. He had sharp, bright twhite teeth sometimes engrosed in blood, feathers, grass and fur. He had yellow eyes, that bent downward a little, just a little, and black underneath them, then a lign, a sharp line going down thouse sides, thouse eyes of yellow, with black underneath. But the one thing about Jerry that amuses me is his large feet. Oh yes, with thouse he could definetly shack the earth below. Big and red, and wide spread, there was even skin between them. Aaah.. I can remember Jerry as a kid. Oh yes, I was even their to see parts of his life. Thouse large feet crushed the egg shell, a week before any of them were sapposed to hatch. His nest is on the ground thankfully, and as he squirmed around, yelllow eyes wide with curiosity he herd himself. "Rrrrree...!" And like a child, oblviose to his own ablility Jerry jumped back from his own noise, that's when he herd the secound noise. A large thump. His footsteps? He had looked at the bottom of his feet, and then stomped down on one, then looked to the bottom of that then another stomp. Little did he know that the real one causing that big noise was his mother. A nurturing young lady. The way she died makes me happy, of course that she died isn't all that good, but how she did it that, that was something.
I don't really like to keep suprises but it will have to wait untill more of Jerry can be explained before we countinue bouth the story of his past and the story of her motherhood.
It's very special you see.

>..A special note about Jerry..<
He's not as fiwrce as he seams.
At first glance, secound glance and all through.
You won't actually know him at all unless you meethim.

Anyways back we go. So there Jerry was, standing over the nest of little birds, towering over them. plump and exitable, chirping and running around the large nest, jeeping and moving in a flurry of quickness. This large red beast was not mama. "Jeje! Jeje!" one called, seaming to be saying 'mama,mama!' calling to her.. but no responce. "Rrrrr..." Jerry's voice was strong, raspy and it was a breath that seamed to be stuck in your throut. It was prickly, like walking over small stones.. but soft. If that makes any sence.


Use [for pet]: I found Kamour adorable, ever since I saw I felt a special bond with him, I just feel like I he's just something to me I can't explain, he feels like thouse few I can't w without, I don't know now to word this better, but he's really amazing to me, I just plan adore him and every little thing about him.
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Cherry Coke

[wishes.]

Picture Above ^^
Username ;; three little birds
Name ;; Joey.
Gender ;; Male.
Species ;; Dog.
Preferances ;; Name, gender, and species stay the same. Don't let him collect dust. Love him to bits.
You can add/delete/edit his accessory, but his design must stay the same.
Lineart/Artist ;; Lineart (c) Taliska, Art (c) me.

Pokemon

[AngelPaws]

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Username: AngelPaws
Kennel Number: 117
Name: Clare
Gender: Female
Breed/Species: Wolf/Husky
Personality: Clare is sweet, kind, lovable, and really fun to hang around with.
Background/History: It all started when she was brought into the world... Born in a litter of four she was. Her oldest brother, Ani, had a sharp additude and was nothing but a bully to the others. Same as her oldest and only sister, Riley. Then came her favorite brother, Niko. He was a polite and intellegant pup. The runt, Clare. She was treated like she was a pile of trash from her family but Niko had no reason to threaten or bite or snap, he just sort of stood there. Watching. A year has passed since then, and Clare was almost a fully grown wolf. Her mother had passed a couple months earlier, leaving her father as grouchy and miserable as anyone ever could be. But Clare, oh she doesn't care at all of what happeneds at or in the pack.
It was dusk when Clare awoken. She sensed something was wrong. She smelled the fresh meat of her pack. Death crawled all around her. She found her brother Niko trapped under a stone cold rock what seemed to be unmovable. But after a while, Niko faintly died. She then thought she had no purpose in the world. " Youngling,..." a faint voice from behind said. Shocked, Clare accutally replied. "Who's there! What do you want! Did you kill my pack? What what......" Clare said as she fainted. She only remembered pawsteps coming close to her and black nothing...
Big Wip!
Use: I will use Clare as my first character in any wolf Roleplay, this will be first character if i get her
Other: Thank you for the oppertunity! I will promise you I will love her forever and ever and never let her with away from my grasp. I also need to finish her story/backround.

[AngelPaws]

I can't paste the picture of the dog/wolf on my form where it says "picture here" or something like that..... I don't know how to. Can someone tell me?