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[gold]

sorry if this is a bother, but I already own this guy:
(number 22) so why is he still up for adoption?...

none of them have been taken down yet.

EDIT: ninja'd by Lirrie

[amato]

-Removed from author-

[•Bliss•]

Well I wasn't done with my history. Oh well, I really really wanted him, I didn't get him. I tried, life isn't fair. Oh well.

I think it's because you didn't PM the artist...

[! october]

Well I wasn't done with my history. Oh well, I really really wanted him, I didn't get him. I tried, life isn't fair. Oh well.

I think it's because you didn't PM the artist...

This. ^

CarChi was the only one who got permission, you didn't, so your form couldn't even be considered no matter how long it may have been. :3

[wibeke]

Pet's ID Tag:
58
Name You'd Choose for It:
Azizi Kosmas
Gender:
Male
Reason You Want It:
I fell in love with him the moment I saw him and wished I had a character like him. Kam first posted him at the zoo a few days before he was donated, and I figured she'd keep him as a character instead of donating him. Now that he's at the agency I actually have a chance to try for him, and I'm not going to just ignore that chance.

I also love the species. Most people wouldn't think to mix them together, but the end result is incredible. I've always loved Birds of Paradise, and after researching the Perre David's Deer I found it's one of my favorite species. No matter how many times hunters nearly destroy them, they always seem to come back. It gave me a lot of ideas for the story.

Birds of paradise have also fascinated me, even since I was little. They're such amazing, yet mysterious and strange creatures.
History/Background/Other:
Sì bú xiàng, none of the four.

That is what the humans called my ancestors, for they resembled various other creatures that were of use to them. The camel, sharing it's long neck, provided transportation for the desert people. The body of a cow, who provides food and drink for those of the mountains. The antlers of a deer, who taunt the humans to hunt with it's grace and wit. And the tail of a donkey, the hopeless beast of burden.

They seemed to have a small amount of respect for the four animals, and owed much to them. For without such slaves the race would likely be dead. Defenseless and slow, only their intelligence and use of tools have kept them alive. With cows to slaughter and camels to take them when their own stamina is too low, there is little struggle involved with their lifestyles. Even the donkey, a fiery tempered and stubborn creature, has been reduced to a mere slave, helpless to the abuses of it's master.

One animal, the deer, breaks this curse. Wild and free, no human has succeeded in it's taming, and it is unlikely that one will ever do so. It is not a domesticated animal, and shall not be slaughtered in the way of one. A deer will die running, the way it's supposed to. It dies as a prey animal, and teaches the humans how to eat without slavery.
All of them, through one way or the other, are respected by the humans.

The four unlikes. Four animals mixed in one body, but all missing that one key trait. The respect of the humans. Unlike the others, our species was wiped out through their carelessness.

At first, in the time without humans, we thrived as any normal species. Then the humans came. They built shelters, palaces, and all sorts of unnecessary conveniences. What could've taken up a clearing destroyed entire forests, and forced us out from our homes. These humans didn't require simple dens or caves. They needed trees, flattened land, and large palaces to house their royal families. While they enjoyed the easy life, ours became far harder. Soon the species was confined to a game park, the personal park of the emperor. We were not wild animals, but possessions. The emperor even sent two as gifts to France, though the deer's needs were neglected over the trip, and they never reached their destination.

Still, we were mostly left alone. Residing within a game park we would continue to be hunted, but hunted in the way that all deer should be. At that time we were still deer in a sense. Though confined, the connection still survived between us. The humans could take what they needed, and they never took too much. We grew used to it, and few complained. I was born during this time, in this park. Though our space was limited, it always felt like home to me.

I grew up to be a strong young buck, and soon I won myself a doe. Life was good for me then, as it was for all of us. Fawns were being born and our herd remained at a healthy size. For a while we thought that our species had a chance. We hoped our range would soon range beyond the confines of the park. It almost seemed possible.

Then the floods came. Massive walls of water crashed down upon us, washing away all that came in it's path. In that flood we were swept away, fighting hard to stay above water. I could only grap my fawn, a doe I had yet to even name, before water overcame me. I never saw my mate again after that point. The floods left us scattered, and there was no way to know who was still left. With my mate missing, I could only do what I could to keep her safe from harm. Being a buck though, I was unable to provide for her. She died only a week later, tired from swimming and starved from not getting milk.

After that I was alone, wandering the marshes I used to call home, hoping that some day I would find my herd and raise a new family. For days I would search, following dead end hoof-prints and old scents. Always I'd follow for some time, only to be greeted by a puddle of blood, or maybe some discarded remains of a carcass. Though I'd always examine the scenes closely, there was never signs of a struggle. Arrows were never found either. It seemed that they always hit their mark. A strange scent always loomed around the sites too. A bitter, disgusting odor like i had never smelled before. Something was wrong.

Exactly what was wrong though, that was unclear to me then. It had been a while since I last saw a human, having retreated towards a wild stretch of river, but one day I came across one. It was a different breed than the humans I was used to seeing. It stood taller, with lighter hair, and and a strange arrogant air about it. Slung across his back was a machine of some sort, and a back hung from his shoulder, holding small metal objects. I stared at him in confusion, instinct telling me to run, but curiosity not allowing me to move.

He moved first, raising the machine and pointing it towards my chest. First he shoved a piece of metal down the hollow barrel,and then positioned his finger. With a delicate click, the machine set into action.

Bang!

Suddenly I realized what the machine was for, but I could not turn to run fast enough. The metal pierced my chest, sending me tumbling to the ground. I laid there in silence as the pain spread. Never had I felt such pain before, nor had I felt so helpless. I was numb in my confusion, the hunter gave me no time to run away. I didn't have a fighting chance. He moved too quickly, he killed unfairly. The balance was broken. No trust remained between our two species now. They had slaughtered us. Not just me, but all the other milu. The same bitter scent filled my nose, the one I had smelled on the others. This machine had killed them, not the arrow of a true hunter. Cheaply and unfairly our lives were taken away.

That day was the day when we became the four unlikes. Without that trust, we lost what the other four animals shared. Though we shared their physical similarities, we had nothing else in common. We weren't even deer anymore, just the lonely milu, hunted to extinction.

With this my thoughts faded, as did the pain in my chest. This is it, I am going to die. I thought as everything went blurry. Strangely I didn't feel sad or afraid. Only a small spark of anger was buried deep within me, but that too was slowly fading. Everything was dark but peaceful. I was almost happy to be free of the struggles.

---

I yawned, stirring in my sleep. A weight fell from my shoulder, and the brief sound of flapping wings filled my ears for a second. Then, all was silent again. Reluctantly I got up, blinking and looking around. I felt strange, different some how, though at the same time I didn't know what was normal for me. I couldn't recall memories of anything. Everything looked new to me. Vague feelings of fear and anger rushed through me, but for exactly what reason I was unsure. I had been there before, yet I had no memory of the place. A river, and a bitter smell, both triggered the feelings. Then a single thought. Hunter.

"Confused?" A voice asked. I looked around for a few seconds, soon identifying the voice as that of a bird's. It stood before me with a confident smirk on it's face, despite it's small stature. Bright blue feathers adorned his body, and thin long plumes ran from his wings. There was an old look to him, though his body didn't appear aged. It was a wise bird that had seen many things.

I had no choice but to answer him, "Where am I? What is this place?" I stumbled around in confusion, looking for something to remind me. I found myself near the edge of the water, staring at the reflection. A large, bird like head stared back. "Is this...could this be me?" I stepped back in shock. Memories came back. Memories of waterholes and the reflections i saw there. No, those reflections were of a deer, not a bird.

The bird chuckled quietly. "Near the Yellow river, the spot where a hunter shot and almost killed you. Ring any bells?" He asked. For a moment he paused, thinking of an answer to my other question. "Why yes, in a sense that is you. Not the same body, but I believe you'll take a liking to this one as well."

"I'm dea-" I couldn't finish my sentence. Suddenly memories rushed into my brain. Staring into a gun, trying to get away, the pain in my chest... It didn't make sense. I should've been dead. The other thing he said though seemed to explain this. "New body? What have you done? What was I before then?"

"Calm down please. I saved you, be thankful for that. I couldn't do that though without, well, a few alterations. You are the last of your kind, you know. The milu were wiped out, you were the last to be killed. I had to use one of my own feathers to complete the spell instead." He explained carefully, remaining calm and unaffected. This seemed to be a normal thing for him. "You were once, as I said, a milu. Now you are a gryph, part bird and part deer."

More memories came back. Memories of betrayal and scent trails, and of my former species. All the dead end trackings finally made sense to me. "Just give me a second please." I mumbled, walking over the river. Again I stared at the reflection, this time noticing my antlers. Though the were smaller now, but certainly recognizable as that of a milu. My body too showed some of the characteristics, though much of the similarities between the other four were lost. Now I truly was one of the "four unlikes." I smiled in satisfaction, noticing that I also bore the wings of the bird, and his bright plumage. Finally I was free of the humans.

I turned back to him and approached. "Thank you for saving me. I must find a way to pay you back someday. First i just have one more question though. Did I ever have a name?" I asked him, realizing that that memory never did come back. I needed something to call myself.

The bird, despite having a beak, seemed to smile. "Someday you will, I am sure of that." He began thinking again before continuing to speak, "You must have, for all creatures have names. I myself am named Arif. I never did get to hear your name though, but now i shall name you, for you are my creation. Azizi, Azizi Kosmas. Yes, that should work. Azizi means Beloved and Precious, or mighty. Kosmas means order, decency. If all goes well those names will soon fit."

I stared at him for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what he meant by paying him back and "if all goes well." He had some kind of plan going, but the question was just what kind of plan he had. I gave up, figuring I'd find out as time went on. I nodded my head in satisfaction. "Azizi? What language is that? An interesting choice though, I like it."

"Arabic and Hebrew. Kosmas is Greek." he answered, "I've traveled many places in my lifetime. You learn different words and names as you go, along with certain spells." Suddenly the bird appeared impatient. "Enough with your questions, Azizi. We have work to do." With that he took off, flying several feet above my head. I had no time to think about his words. I took off after him, running along beneath, but found that my attempts at flying were useless. I had not yet learned to fly. Arif seemed to take not of that and yelled down, "Flap as hard as you can! It will come naturally, just you wait!"

I took his advice, jumping as high as I could while flapping as hard as possible. The action was tiring, but at one point I felt my fall being slowed. I laughed happily, proud of myself for the small achievement. I jumped again, only to find that my wings didn't catch again, and the ground wasn't there. Instead I was falling off a high cliff, plunging towards the bottom. No. No I can't die! Not again! NO! Though half frozen with fear I managed to flap one wing, then the other. I found myself rising with every flap, until the top of the cliff was visible again. Instinct took over, telling me what pat of the wing to bend, how to go forward and how to got up, and right down to the smallest adjustment of a feather.

Arif was waiting for me at the top, sitting on a rock without expression, as if I didn't just fly. "Very nice. Instinct will always kick in when you're consumed by terror. You were quick to learn this lesson. Now come, you must learn another." Without another word he took to the sky again, this time with me behind him.

We flew for some time before he finally landed again, this time in a misty wooded area. I looked around, ruffling my feathers uncomfortably. These were the forests were predators thrived. With my bright blue coloration, I wasn't exactly camouflaged, and so every sense was was attuned towards my environment. Arif sat on my shoulder, searching the skies for any larger birds before continuing on. "You must learn to hunt. Once your diet of grass would sustain you, but a beak is not designed for grinding grass. It is for killing, for swallowing what animals can't get away. You must not kill greedily like the humans, but help keep the population in balance. Do you understand?"

I nodded weakly, though the prospect of killing made my stomach churn. Being a prey animal for much of my life, I was accustomed to running from predators, not becoming them. Though I found that Arif was right. My mouthful of grass tasted strange and plain, and the stalks got caught under my tongue rather than going down my throat.

"You smell that Azizi? Your species has a much more keen sense of smell than my own, so you must have caught that scent of rabbit in the air. Follow that scent, and kill the rabbit. They are over populated here, it's death will be beneficial to both you and the surrounding area.

Though it seemed twisted and wrong to me, I began following the scent as he instructed. I was indebted to him, and I didn't want to appear ungrateful to him. Without this rabbit I would share the fate of my fawn anyways, and it wasn't something I wanted to happen just yet. So I continued stalking until the rabbit was within my line of vision. I jumped up and flew forward at top speed, grasping my front claws around the rabbit's side. It let out a gasp before falling limp. I landed and stared at my kill for a minute. Part of me, the milu, was sickened and confused, but the other felt proud. I didn't wait to change my mind. I tore it apart and ate it, savoring the sweet taste of the meat.

Arif returned, a cricket grasped in his beak. With a quick motion he swallowed the bug whole, then turned to face me. "Well done. You are a remarkably fast learner, and I expect these lessons to continue to be successful. We shall move onto larger prey tomorrow, for the rabbit will not keep you full long. Now though, we must sleep." He fluttered off to a sheltered branch, disappearing within the leaves. I followed, finding a soft area of grass nearby the trunk. I slept happily, knowing that I had a friend. The days events didn't matter anymore to me. I was alive, and that's all I cared about.

---

As time went on the bird taught me more and more complex ways of killing and survival. I learned just where to grab on an animal that would kill it most efficiently. I knew how to stalk and watch prey. He talked especially of population control and the importance of keeping a balance. Unlike humans, predators are responsible for keeping species in check. Without them, the prey animals would quickly drive themselves to the ground. I always listened intently to his teachings. Despite my original dislike of killing, I found myself more and more fascinated. Sometimes this thought scared me, but normally I paid it little attention.

Until one day, when Arif lead me to a new hunting ground. He landed softly, carefully, as if one wrong move would kill him. I mimicked his movements, unsure of just where we were or what was happening. "Today Azizi, you shall kill a human." he whispered to me.

I jumped back in shock, forgetting about being careful. "Why? Humans aren't prey, they are predators. It's not within our jobs to kill them!" I yelled.

Arif screeched in anger. "Not within our job? I thought you were a very smart gryph, Azizi. I figured you'd actually want revenge on them. They nearly killed you after all. They killed the rest of your herd. Why can't you kill them?!" It was the first time I ever saw him angry. The outburst surprised me, but only fueled my anger.

"I'm sick of the killing! I don't care how many animals they kill or what they drive to extinction, I can't kill anything else. I was a deer, I will eat as a deer. I can digest grass. I don't have to eat this, it's not needed." I yelled, scratching at him with one of my claws. "But I will have no problem killing you. You are the one exception here. I won't follow your command any longer."

"I wouldn't be so sure." He sounded arrogant, like he knew something that i didn't.

I glared at him. "Really? Why wouldn't I?"

"Because, I have control over your life. You even so much as touch me or try to escape, I kill you. I created you, and I can just as easily destroy you. You are immortal, I had to grant immortality to bring you back, but I can ensure you don't go a single day without feeling the pain of that bullet again. How would that feel to have it forever embedded in your chest?"

I couldn't respond. I couldn't challenge him. I couldn't do anything to stop this from happening. I was to kill these humans or duffer for all eternity. He knew I'd choose the first choice. I didn't want to die again. That's why he had me jump off that cliff, to see if I was still afraid. That's why he chose me of all animals to save. He believed that I would want vengeance on the species that caused me so much pain. He knew I'd be too selfish. That's why he even chose those names. He wanted to make me feel as if i was important to him, and like I would restore order to the forest.

I had to prove him wrong. I would no longer be his tool, his killing machine. I glared at him, growling only four words. "I'm not your slave." He shrank back in confusion, amazed that I had disobeyed his orders. I grabbed for him, using his teachings to catch and restrain him. "The most efficient way of killing is to snap the neck, inducing paralysis." I muttered. "Let's see if this works." With that I grabbed his head crushed it, though not before he could screech some foreign words of a spell. I collapsed, the pain of the bullet once again attacking me. I closed my eyes, though this time it didn't end. I could only scream in pain.

---

Years later the pain subsided, I was numb to the sensation now. Perhaps the nerves just got tired out, or maybe Arif's power is gone. Sometimes I still felt it when I saw a human, and doubt would for a moment come up in my mind. Had I obeyed him, maybe I wouldn't feel this. For those few seconds I almost wanted the human dead, but then the feeling would pass. Humans would kill and destroy, but it made us no better to kill them. Arif had so desperately wanted them gone, though I never learned why. I could only guess at what tortures the bird may have gone through to make him that way, and I would pity him.

I found a home for myself in a zoo, among other milu. Though we no longer existed in China, our species still remained. Though my generation was long past, I did, in a sense, find my herd. All were, though distantly, were related to that last herd. Perhaps, somewhere in this zoo, a descendant of my mate still survives.

Here we are cared for by humans, not hunted, and I am forever grateful to these humans for changing my views for the better.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Of course!
I don't order huge amounts of art with most of my characters, but I use them all for stories and draw them myself all the time. I have a few sketches of Azizi already that I've been working on, since he's such a fun character to draw. (these pictures will go to whoever wins him) I've been storing away some pets for art though, so he's most likely have a jice collection anyways. He'd certainly be a much love character.

[AlbertaBound]

Pet's ID Tag: 58
Name You'd Choose for It: Azizi Kosmas
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: It has been a long time since I've seen a donation that literally took my breath. Kosmas did just that. As such, I would use him, not only as one of my beloved characters, but he would be the one to introduce visitors to my character site.
History/Background/Other:

Name: Azizi Kosmas
Meaning: Azizi is a variation of the Hebrew, Aziza, meaning mighty. Kosmas is Greek for Cosmos...universe.
Other Names: Ixtlilton, Paeon,
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Species: Gryph
Sub Species: Blue Bird of Paradise/Pere David's Deer

The sign on the door reads "Museum Assistant Manager". A life time dream come true. You carefully set your briefcase on the desk, and look around your new office. A sunny window looked out onto the green road way. The streets were full of tourists and students, eager to step into, quite possibly, the most famous museum in the world, the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History. You carefully sit in the large office chair and glance out of the window again. You can even see the Washington Memorial. Turning away from the window, you take the time to slowly survey your office. The large oak desk looks antique and solid, setting the tone for the rest of the room. A few filing cabinets rest against one wall, while the opposite is covered with framed documents. You recognize them easily. A copy of the Declaration of Independence, the US Constitution, and other famous papers. You turn to look again at the huge desk. A state of the art computer, printer, and telephone all take up space.
Rolling your chair up to the desk, you notice a large drawer, which, unlike the others, has a lock. Curious, you try to open it. No luck. Not willing to give up, you check the other drawers, and among the files and paper clips, you see a tiny key. Triumphant, you cross your fingers and fit it into the lock. It works! Opening the drawer, you are disappointed to find it empty with the exception of a large file. Taking it out, you notice the single word scrawled across the cover. "Gryph?" You carefully open the file, a huge blue feather drops gently to the desk, catching the light. A strange excitement grows in you as you pull a few documents out of the file. The first is a large, tattered sheet of parchment, with dark penmanship scrolling across the page. You begin to read.

Time. Once, I thought it was nothing.

I wish now it would wear me down and crush my bones like the mortals I watch over.

Then perhaps, when my heart stopped beating, I would stop aching with every breath that I take.

But Time is my cruel master, never slowing my steps.

It wasn't always this way. I don't remember how I came to walk this world. But I remember ages past. I was a King, a god among the mortals. I was first called Azizi by a slave from another land. It was the only word he said as he fell to his face in my presence. And so Azizi I became as I guarded the gold of the Great Kings of Persia. They thought they would never die. But I watched as they were laid in tombs and covered with the Gold they had fought their whole life to gain. I pitied them then. I was a fool. I would give anything now to be laid to rest, to end this wandering. The fates mock me. They press me onward. I would curse them, but what good will that do?

I left the land of the Persian riches as their kingdoms began to collapse. I flew across the sea to another people. They heralded me as a god. They could not say my simple name, and so I was Ixtlilton. God of healing. I was the only god who refused their sacrifices of human lives. I did not want them to throw away their people. I was content to watch them live. I watched them as time changed their society and molded their passions. Time past, and I did not change. So I returned across the sea. I found the earth had shaped a new people.

I found a land of art and song, where stories of the gods were plentiful. The Greeks told wondrous tales, so I stayed in their country to listen. The poor peasants of that country fell on their faces when they caught a glimpse of me. They found me to be a god in my own right, and like the nation before them, they bestowed upon my the power of healing. I became Paeon. The healer of the gods. I didn't stay long in this land, for the people were bothersome, always asking me to save them from disease. They wanted to escape the punishment of living in the confines of time. They wanted to live forever. Fools.

I took one thing good from the Greeks. I took a name. They called the universe, everything around them, Kosmas. The word sounded something within me. So I became Azizi Kosmas.

I went farther east. Farther then I had been before. There I found happiness. But you will not hear of it. Begone! Even the remembrance of those few days of complete joy rips my soul apart. If I don't speak of it, maybe I will forget. Maybe the pain will ease. Begone I tell you! Leave me to my misery.

'Tis better to have loved and lost....

....Then never to have loved at all?

The haunting words ended abruptly, leaving you wanting something....something.... you could not name what you felt. Shaking these thoughts from your head, you examine the next sheet of paper. It's a printed email, completely opposite of the ancient parchment.

TO: NH.asst.manager@smithsonian.com
FROM: jbconner@tour-ireland.com
DATE: 08/07/09
SUBJECT: Poem??

Hey Mark!
I finally dug up that poem you wanted. I wasn't able to get the original, so I attached a copy to this email. Why did you want it? Well, you've always been an odd duck. Next time you come around to Ireland, you owe me a beer.
Jim
PS: The wife says hello!

ATTACHMENT:
Bird or beast, both and none
Wandering creature, old and young
From a realm I've never seen
I listened when he spoke to me
He spoke with a harsh, searing tone
His beautiful eyes cursed and alone
He told my of a love, pure and whole
Until the fates cursed his soul
She was his heart, his life, his breath
Until she was torn away in death
Her blood on the ground, her soul fled
His only happiness lay, silent, dead.
So he wanders, a phantom, silent
I pray time might finally relent
And grant him Peace.

Scrawled on the email print out was a few words, in the same bold print that had decorated the front of the file.

"Peace
A poem by Stephen Scotus
Ireland, 9th Century
(found scrawled in a journal)"

Laying this piece of paper gently beside the parchment, you turn your attention to a lined sheet of paper, empty but for two web addresses. Booting up your computer, you look up the two websites.

www.en.wikipedia.org/bluebirdparadise

www.en.wikipedia.org/peredavidsdeer

The websites were nothing spectacular, but you noticed a connection at the bottom paragraph. Both species, unique as they were, had something in common. They were related to a... gryph? Keeping both webpages open, you turn back to the papers. A single photograph catches your eye.

On the back of the photo, the now familiar handwriting appeared.

Ixtlilton, god of healing, taken in Aztec musuem, '05

There are only two pieces of paper left. You look at a large sheet. A sketch decorated one side, and that bold writing covered the sheet.

From my research, I have determined that a creature, a gryph, may have indeed existed. There is not many, all the sightings describe a majestic blue creature, intelligent, and...heartbroken. Kosmas, as I have taken to calling him, is truly a brilliant creature. One story I heard but was unable to find a copy of, tells how he fell in love with another like him. Her name has been lost, but she was supposedly a hippogryph, beautiful and peaceloving, loved by the small tribe she ruled. She was supposedly immoral, like Kosmas, but something, someone?, killed her. Griffins are very monogamous, loving one forever. I suppose gryph's are the same. Kosmas was apparently devastated. He may have spoken to Stephan Scotus, who conveyed this in his poem. The parchment I found was written sometime during the Renaissance? I believe some author took down the exact words of the great creature himself. It seems he only appears to writers...curious...

Looking down at the desk, you pick up the large feather...it caught the sunlight, giving off an ethereal glow. Turning it in your hands, you finally let yourself imagine. It was impossible....was it? Perhaps you could take up your processors work, and learn more of Azizi Kosmas. Suddenly, a huge shadow passes across the window, casting darkness around the room. You turn, but there is nothing there. A faint, very faint song rises above noise of the streets below. It sounds like the most perfect bird in the world, and at the same time, it sounds like laughter, the noise fades but not before a voice whispers towards you. "Good Luck, human..."


The Final Page:
Ixtlilton- Aztec god of healing and medicine
Paeon- Greek physician of the gods
Stephen Scotus- Irish writer. Wrote of gryphons. (Never actually wrote a poem entitled Peace. ;D )
Smithsonian- Link!
Wikipedia- Used their Edit>Preview tool to make the pages. ^^ All content is copyright them.
Gryph sketch from link!

Just to let you know I'm not trying to claim any of those sites/images for myself. ^^

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Yes!

A work in progress...I will PM this form to Kam now. ^^

EDIT: I got permission from Kamaliah...Link!

[Chelz]

Pet's ID Tag: 64

Name You'd Choose for It: Gem

Gender: Female

Reason You Want It: I found myself drawn to Gem's simple, but very lovely design. She seemed to give herself her own personality, and her own story. I have also been wanting to either create or adopt a wolf character, but not one with an over-the-top, unnatural design. Gem's design is simple, effective, and exactly what I wanted in a character. Her gorgeous personality brings several story ideas to mind, and she would also be roleplayed and definitely have art bought of her. (Or art drawn/coloured in on the oekaki by me. :3)

I've wanted to get back into drawing wolves, something I haven't done for about a year. I really want to be able to draw them in a realistic style, and I think Gem could be a very good "muse" of sorts for me.

History/Background/Other:

Personality:
The diamond in the rough...
Ever the optimist, Gem is always looking for the silver lining of even the darkest clouds. She is sociable, but really only when needs be. She does tend to crave friendly interaction with others, and could even be a little overwhelming to a friendly stranger with her high energy levels. Gem is stubborn in the extreme, and has a strong desire to be right. She does not want to be perfect, but she likes to know what is going on. She is not afraid of being different, or being honest. Her honesty can be brutal, and can trigger arguments with others.

Random Information:
♦ Gem always feels more cheerful whenever she sees butterflies. She's not sure why, they just cheer her up.
♦ Gem has three brothers. She is no longer able to speak to or see them, but they are never forgotten.
♦ Although she won't admit it, Gem is gullible. She believes a lot of what anyone tells her without doubting it.
♦ She loves her blue bracelet, simply because it is unusual.
♦ Many actually do not know Gem's name, and those that do know her may know her by the title of "Sunheart". This name came about as a result of her prominent sun marking.

History:

A sheet of darkness had been laid across the world, tiny pinpricks of light being the only thing visible amongst the dark. There was no moon tonight, and it was on this moonless night that a young female named Feather became a mother. In her den, close to a gnarled root system, she cooed over the newborn pups. One in particular, a female, caught her attention. "Pretty little dear, you are," she whispered, so as not to wake the pup. "Such odd markings." Feather tilted her delicate head. A sun? An arrow? And what about the circle around her eye? How were they possible?

"Perhaps you are simply that special, aren't you? More precious than jewels -- than gems. Gem? Yes, Gem." Feather thought aloud, softly licking the pup's fur. The newly named Gem awoke, fumbling around blindly. "Careful, little Gem," Feather told the pup. "Don't wake your brothers."

Suddenly and silently, another figure slipped into the den. A large, grey and brown male wolf. "Aren't they sweet, Thorn?" Feather murmured to the figure. The other wolf gave a nod, glancing worriedly at his mate when Gem's unusual markings caught his eye. "The markings, Feather. What's wrong with her?" he hissed back, motioning to the pup.

Feather stared back at Thorn with a shocked expression. "There's nothing wrong with Gem! She's just different!" the mother retorted, beginning to raise her voice.
Gem squirmed at the raised voices, attempting to snuggle back to her mother's belly.

Thorn could only roll his eyes. "We shall see. But you realise that having a pup like that is not an easy one to raise, Feather. The last of the... more unusual wolves were killed generations ago. There are some that will try to keep... differences dead."

"I know," Feather whispered. "But Gem's special. No one will hurt her."

***
In a screaming hurry, Gem swiveled around yet another tree. She daren't look back and see if she was still being pursued. Now an adult, Gem had to make a life for herself. But when you were so different that others were afraid of you, that was not easy.

Gem had discovered this.
She had made attempts to find herself a pack, she really had. But there was not a one that hadn't simply chased her away threatening to kill her without giving her a chance to speak. A wave of sadness overcame Gem as a memory flashed in her mind.

"Gem!" her father had snarled. "Leave here! They want you! They won't stop until they have you dead! Just run!"

She remembered that day far too well. It was the day that several other packs had decided Gem was dangerous and bizarre. They wanted her dead. Her father knew that for the sake of her brothers and mother, Gem would have to be exiled from their pack. Gem gave an absentminded shrug. She didn't blame them. Not at all. She had found ways to live alone easily enough. But she knew she had to be careful. One step onto another pack's territory could very well be her last.

Yet their reasons for wanting her dead were so obscure that Gem could barely wrap her head around them. It was all because of her markings, because she was different. Shaking her head as if that would somehow change everything, Gem glanced at her surroundings. She seemed to be near the humans' territory. She could tell, because they always left their materialistic possessions in one big, smelly heap. However, Gem knew food could often be found, and she was hungry enough to resort to scraps.

Poking through the rubbish, Gem discovered an unusual object. A blue thing. It was round, like the full moon, but it had a huge hole in the middle. It looked as if it could almost fit Gem's leg. Half-amused at her thought, the female slipped her foot through the ring, fiddling with it until it was firmly on her leg. Gem thought it was actually rather pretty. Seeing as no human wanted it, Gem decided it would be hers.

Some hours later, Gem crept along the border of a relatively hostile pack's territory. As a rabbit sprang out from the bushes, Gem made a mad dash for the creature, slaying it after finally catching up to it. From behind her, Gem could hear pawsteps.
"Hey!" a voice growled.
Gem turned with a wry, proud grin plastered across her face. Evidently the relatively hostile pack had found her. "Hey, to you too," Gem greeted. "Hunting?"
"Yes, as we see you have been." The owner of the voice, a dark grey male, muttered. "The rabbit was from our territory. It is ours, freak. Leave, and we might not hurt you."

Gem's plan could then be put into action. "Really?" Gem drew her lips back in a smile, sliding her leg with the blue bracelet on it in front of her. "You see this blue thing? It's got powers. I can send lightning from the skies and you'll all drop dead."
"Liar!"
"Don't believe me?" Gem murmured. "Well, you should have." The female broke into a series of frantic yips, springing into the air, snarling and somersaulting at random. The other wolves glanced at one another.
"What's happening?" asked one.
"I don't know!" answered another.
"She's calling the lightning!" a third voice wailed woefully.
"That's stupid." The grey male snarled to the owner of the third voice. "Just leave her. If she's this strange, I'm not eating anything she's wrapped her filthy jaws around." He decided, and the group took off back into the trees.

Gem gave a tiny shrug of her shoulders. Well, it had the desired effect. They had left her alone. They hadn't bought her giant fib, but she hadn't necessarily expected them to. She had a decent meal, and for once wasn't being chased away. Gem, for the first time in a long while, felt completely and utterly satisfied.

Permission:


I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[Dogs Can Bark]

Well I wasn't done with my history. Oh well, I really really wanted him, I didn't get him. I tried, life isn't fair. Oh well.

I think it's because you didn't PM the artist...

This. ^

CarChi was the only one who got permission, you didn't, so your form couldn't even be considered no matter how long it may have been. :3

If you're talking about 'Forte', the artist, never got a PM but anyone but CarChi. No reason to spam up this thread with sorrow, as it's not going to change. I did not ignore you, I just never got a PM. >.>

[Bison]

Pet's ID Tag: Twelve.
Name You'd Choose for It: Pumpkin and Peppermint.
Gender: Both female.
Species: They have both cat and human forms, but both have different storylines.
Relationship: Sisters.
Permission: Screenshot. I just blacked out my friends and the rest of our PM, since I don't feel the need to share that.
Reason You Want It: Since I first saw these two, I adored them. I've always found their designs both enchanting and inspiring, and now that I have the chance I can't help myself from applying. As for their use, the two will be mainly for story purposes, however I may order/draw art of them as well. Their cat forms will be customized into Pullip-sized cats [using either Littlest Pet Shop/some other type of toy or clay]. The cats will be used as photo/display props for my dolls. Their human forms will be made into customized Mini Pullip [Pumpkin] and Mini Dal [Peppermint] Obitsu [I'm thinking 23cm and 21cm bodies respectively] hybrid dolls once I get the heads, bodies, and supplies. The dolls would be used for photographs and picfics.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about with anything having to do with dolls, you can PM me with questions or whatever. Tae knows what I'm talking about, so she'll be able to understand the whole form.


Feline Behind The Names: The night was cool, but held an aura of murky magic that the small black cat just couldn't shake. She pulled her sister - an interesting teal-green kitten - closer as she gazed out from the tall grass in which they hid. Neither was quite aware of what to do, as they'd never felt such a strange presence in the air. Two black ears poked out of the grass, eager for any sign of the foreign intruder that brought such an odd feeling to their home. From the darkness came a strange human. She appeared from light blue smoke and approached the cats delicately, as though she were dancing. A sly smile was painted across her tanned face, and long brown hair tumbled out of view.

The woman knelt down slowly, gazing deep into the eyes of the cats. She held out a hand to the black cat first, and instantly a small orange something appeared in her hand, coming from the same smoke that she herself did. Curious, the cat took the piece of orange and, upon tasting it, realized that it was an interesting food. She gulped it down in a flash, her hungry stomach thankful for the meal. Next, the woman held out her hand to the teal kitten. A small green leaf appeared from the smoke and, following her sister's example, the kitten took it eagerly in her teeth. The second she tasted it, she realized that it was a sacred snack - a mint leaf!

When the two finished their treats, the woman picked them up slowly and tucked them close to her chest before disappearing in yet another mysterious cloud of smoke.

Human Behind The Names: Pumpkin was named for their mother's extreme pumpkin obsession. Since childhood, the woman was addicted to the gourd, and ate it all the time. She collected pumpkin-themed items and even had a very large and messy pumpkin garden that stretched through her front and back yards. Logically, she decided at age four that her first child would be named Pumpkin, and didn't disappoint years later when that daughter was born.

Peppermint, on the other hand, was named for a new addiction. During her second pregnancy, the girls' mother couldn't stop eating anything and everything with even the slightest hint of minty flavor in it. She constantly had dozens of bags and boxes filled with mint treats stacked throughout her house, and could always be found with a bag in hand and a treat in her mouth. By her third month she'd decided that her second child would be called Peppermint, and of course told the same thing to the nurse six months later.

Human Personalities: Kin, in most ways, is your typical overprotective big sister. Since she's played the role of Mint's mother since she was eleven, Kin thinks very much like an adult would and is far more mature than many of her peers. She always puts Mint before herself, and will go to any length to protect her. Although she enjoys playing around and having fun, she knows very well that there's a time and place for everything, and that some things are just more important. She works herself to the bone to keep her and her sister afloat but never complains, as she sees it as a good experience. Despite having youthful optimism, she has the wisdom of a mature adult who has seen many hard times. Although friendly, Kin doesn't like strangers and isn't very talkative when first meeting someone. Its hard to gain her trust, and she much prefers to stick to things she knows rather than try new things.

Mint, on the other hand, is a very idealistic and outgoing girl. Although she too has suffered, Kin did all she could to keep Mint's childhood going on for as long as possible. Because of this, Mint has a much "younger" mindset. She enjoys playing, especially with dolls and when it involves dressing up, and acting like a kid. When one meets her, they tend to see her as immature and incredibly friendly. Despite this, she's a bit like her sister in a sense - they both have a hard time trusting new people, things, and experiences. She hates schedules and strictness, and, much to her delight, has yet to have to hold down a job. She does just about all of the housework, which she loves, and thus spends much time organizing, cleaning, and cooking. She adores baking, and sometimes holds bake sales when her and Kin are short on cash.

Feline Personalities: Like her human self, Kin the kitty is a very protective and maternal creature. Mint is always within her line of sight, and she prefers to stay close to the young kit. She adores hiding in the beautiful fabric that coats their new home, and loves the freedom from constant terror and stress that the move has given her. In their old home, Kin was always in charge and always on guard. She hunted, explored, and fought for the sake of both herself and her beloved sister. She sacrificed greatly to keep Mint happy, healthy, and as oblivious as possible to their struggles. Being able to see Mint so happy and giddy is the only thing she ever wanted, and now that she has it she's completely content with her life.

As a feline, Mint is a very sweet and friendly girl. She loves playing with the genies, as well as Kin when she's up to it, and was obviously born for the pampered life. Although she never acts like a spoiled or rotten cat, Mint knows and adores that she gets all of her wishes granted instantly and always has attention paid to her. When she's not spending time with any of the genies or Kin, Mint tends to spent her time gazing into the "windows" the genies created for her. The "windows" show glimpses of beautiful eras and places, in both the universe she came from and all others. Another beloved hobby of Mint's is "baking" with the genies. Although they have no need for such a trivial task, the genies love to cook with the little kitten. She may not be much help, but her giddy grin and glowing happiness is enough to convince them.

Human Appearances: As a human, Pumpkin is pale. Many compare the tone of her skin to that of the full moon or to snow, although she doesn't see it herself. She has straight black locks that reach her mid-back and short, straight bangs that end just above her eyes. She's very anal about her hair and can constantly be seen touching and smoothing it, despite this she doesn't "take pride" in her hair, per se, and actually finds it to be very unattractive. She has beautiful soul-piercing gold eyes that sparkle in the faintest light and almost seem to "glow" in darkness. She has a bright yellow moon tattooed on her right hip and five stars tattooed on the top of her right hand in the same yellow. She commonly wears a dark green leaf clip in her hair, but is sometimes seen sporting a brown pumpkin stem clip.

When human, Peppermint is a small and agile girl. She has her sister's skintone, but with the hint of a tan. She's got a light sprinkling of freckles on her face and a short teal bob. On the right side of her head, she has a streak of pink, and on the left she has a streak of blue. She has shimmering amethyst eyes and doesn't smile much. No matter the day or time, she can always be found with a red ribbon around her neck. She almost always wears one light blue fingerless, long glove and one light blue knee-high sock, both on her right side [she wears whatever other sock she can find, but no other glove]. She has circles tattooed on her sides, tailbone, hips, legs, and arms for a total of thirteen circles. Two of her toes on her left foot are tattooed, one all pink and one all blue, but that marking is rarely shown.

Faceup Specifics: A "faceup" is what one calls a doll's make-up. Both of their faceups will be hand done by me.
After sanding off her stock make-up and cutting/sculpting on anything I need to, Kin'll get black eyeliner around the inside of her eyes as well as a new set of lashes [both in the literal sense and in the lashes drawn onto her face]. The lashes will be thick, long, and delicate. She'll get orange eyeshadow [both on her lids and above] and a line of darker orange liner on her eyelids. If I can find small enough glitter, she'll have glittered eye chips containing both circle and star glitter [she may have multiple chips with different glitters - none, circle, star - if I can find enough identical pairs. Her lips will be either black or orange, and if orange they'll have lines [like a pumpkin] on them. She'll get a thin brushing of blush, but her faceup's focus will be her eyes.

Mint will get the same beginning as her sister - sanding, eyeliner, and mascara - but after that their faces will become very different. Mint will have thick, shorter lashes and blue eyeshadow on both her lids and above. Her cheeks will be blushed with a semi-deep shade of pink, and her lips will be painted with a more natural pink. All of her tattoos will be applied directly to her body, but some may never be shown off because of the body's screws getting in the way. She'll have glittered amethyst chips [small and large circles layered like her tattoos] and a hand-dyed wig to create the streaks [or a wig with two clip-on sections of hair for the streaks].

Feline History: Kin and Mint were born in the same grassy field as their parents and roamed the stretch of land happily. Few other creatures lived near them, but they had a few other kitten friends. After the tragic death of their mother and the disappearance of their father, Kin began acting as a caretaker to her younger and more vulnerable sister. They grew very close, and soon began to stop seeing the other cats they'd become accustomed to visiting every so often.

One day they were visited by a strange human-like creature - a caramel skinned genie called Dema - that came from smoke. After feeding the two to show her kindness, she brought them home with her. All five of Dema's sisters were thrilled by the human pets and immediately began to pamper and spoil the two. After arriving in the lamp and a few days of eating the genie sisters' food, the two kittens developed beautiful and unique markings. Kin blossomed stars on her tail, a moon on her leg, and a pumpkin on her face while Mint got light blue right legs, bi-colored ears, and spots. Mint was also given a red ribbon necklace, to signify her youth.

Since that day, Kin and Mint have lived in total peace and harmony. They sleep in the girls' beds amongst lush silk blankets and even have their own room, filled with beautiful fabrics, pillows, and toys. Whenever they wish for something, no matter what it is, their wish is granted. Although they cannot speak with the genies, all of the girls can sense their wants and needs, and none of them would dare twist the wish of their beloved kittens despite the enjoyment they get when they do so to cruel human masters.

At present time, both Kin and Mint are happy cats enjoying the good life with the genies. The girls' current master, an odd human named Kirill, makes them very happy. She adores the cats almost as much as her genies, although in a more human sense [less pampering and lavish gifts, more cuddling and playing].

Human History: The girls were born to a crazy, addiction-consumed mother and shy, oblivious father. He didn't realize the extent of his wife's problems, and was a classic enabler. Eventually, his wife left him for her newest addiction: strange foreign languages she can't understand and the people who speak them. When the girls were eleven and eight she just got on a plane and left, taking all of her crazy things with her. The two were relieved, however their father was sent into a dark pit of despair. He slowly unraveled, and followed blindly after his wife two years later.

Instantly, Kin was pushed into full adulthood. After their mother ran off, she began to play the role of Mint's mother, however once their father left everything was thrust upon her shoulders. She took a second job to support both her and her sister, and the two quickly sold their house and moved into the house their father was raised in. After their death, his parents has left the house to the girls, and they decided that, since it was smaller, they should sell the bigger and nicer house.

Currently the two are still living in the small house, and both going to school. Only Kin has a job, because she wants Mint to have as little stress as possible and to be able to focus on her schoolwork.


I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[crazy cranky critter]

Mmm, I feel like making some donations. What would you all like to see donated? :3

Nothing too specific, please; just give me color/theme ideas and a species and I'll do my best ^w^

Hrmm... some rats would be cool. But because I posted my form a bit too late and missed out on last times code-drop I have to wait until after the next code drop before fulling out another form