[Zitface]

Username: Murdoc Niccals
Name of Tsuia: Adrenaline Static (I'm a Killjoy, sue me. XD)
Gender: Male
Personality: He's energetic and fast paced, like his name suggests. He sometimes enjoys just dashing around at however fast he can to get some of the energy out, but other times just his mind is faster paced than his peers'. He's hard to keep up with, and he enjoys the sound of My Chemical Romance, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, P!ATD and the like. He like hard, fast paced music in general, and as well using the computer. He mainly uses Youtube, but he sometimes strays off to other things. He's incredibly intelligent, and has a horrible Dr. Zoidberg-to-sardines addiction to an energy drink called Pompis, especially the grape kind.
Art/Story:
He doesn't remember much from his infancy, but that's to be expected. The first thing he remembered was a tall, brown haired human hitting the floor, hard, and his right side tingled a bit. Had she...tripped over him? He was waiting for her to go past! He snorted and shook his fur out, thinking something along the lines of slowpoke. As he matured into, in human terms, a teenager, he made peers with others of his kind, the female human's watchful eye out for any threat to him. They could barely understand him, as he spoke so fast, and he cocked his head and slowed it down a few paces, and to his delight the others smiled widely and nodded their heads. Suddenly, the girl said, "You're a greyhound, you know that?" He looked at her oddly, and she shrugged her shoulders raised her palms in a 'well, okay then' gesture, and pulled something out of a bag he knew was called a purse, cracked it open, and raised to can to her lips. He leaped onto the bench after telling his peers to hold it a minute, and nuzzled at the can until she relented, tipping the liquid inside the can into his mouth. "This is a baaaaad idea, and I know it." she muttered to herself, and she was right. As soon as the drink, which he later learned was Pompis, his his stomach, his fur stood erect and his pupils dilated. He jumped off the bench and dashed off at what the girl called there and then "hyper speed", his peers dashing off after him, the little group in a frenzy of excitement. Once the girl recollected the creature that she called Adrenaline Static, they went home and she decided to introduce him into all her bad habits so there were no surprises. Luckily, there was only drawing, Pompis, TV, reading and the internet. She decided to do TV and drawing and reading another day, and picked the big lug up and set him into her computer chair, rolling him up to the desk, and set off, teaching him how it worked, what to do, what not to do, and the works. Eventually, after he was well versed, as he was a quick learner, she took him to Youtube and typed in a song, and after puzzling to figure out how to fit an earbud into his ears, played some MCR, much to A.S.'s delight. Soon, it was into the late hours of the night, and the adolescent Tsuia had listened to at the very least twenty songs, and the two exhausted roommates slunk off to bed, where they collapsed on their bunk bed, A.S. on top, as he had always preferred. Looking at the bottom of the bed above her, she hoped he wouldn't freak out and fall off. She loved him so much and hoped he wouldn't ever get hurt. And of course, except for a few minor, and one major, incidents, he was well and healthy throughout their years.



(ffff that's ironic, my typing color.)
I've got the Zoidberg penchant too. >3>
I really hope you don't mind me taking a FAR, FAR more modern approach, I was thinking of a more, in the times where they became more integrated thing, because I can't write stories set in those kinds of eras, I am so sorry, I really am.

Oh my god that story was so much fun to write. This just goes to show you, watermelon is EXCELLENT for inspiration. I ate a huge bowl of entirely watermelon in the hour it took to write that. I really hope to win him, blue is one of my favorite colors, right next to yellow and carmine.

[Metallic Dragon]

Remember to get your forms done, I'll be judging tomorrow

[riverlily]

Username: riverlily
Name of Tsuia: Violet
Gender: Female
Personality: Feisty and full of energy. She's easily excited and gets really jumpy when Adele is playing on the radio. She loves running and is an intelligent youth. She's a leader, not a follower and she has lots of friends.
Art/Story: Her parents abused and hurt her and her owner abandoned her. At first all treated her as an outcast which hurt her even more. After going through this for several years she approached Simone, a important Tsuia who quickly became her friend and changed her from outcast to second most popular Tsuia in the community.

[Metallic Dragon]

Judging in a little under an hour, probably about 40 minutes!

[Metallic Dragon]

Username: Murdoc Niccals
Name of Tsuia: Adrenaline Static (I'm a Killjoy, sue me. XD)
Gender: Male
Personality: He's energetic and fast paced, like his name suggests. He sometimes enjoys just dashing around at however fast he can to get some of the energy out, but other times just his mind is faster paced than his peers'. He's hard to keep up with, and he enjoys the sound of My Chemical Romance, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, P!ATD and the like. He like hard, fast paced music in general, and as well using the computer. He mainly uses Youtube, but he sometimes strays off to other things. He's incredibly intelligent, and has a horrible Dr. Zoidberg-to-sardines addiction to an energy drink called Pompis, especially the grape kind.
Art/Story:
He doesn't remember much from his infancy, but that's to be expected. The first thing he remembered was a tall, brown haired human hitting the floor, hard, and his right side tingled a bit. Had she...tripped over him? He was waiting for her to go past! He snorted and shook his fur out, thinking something along the lines of slowpoke. As he matured into, in human terms, a teenager, he made peers with others of his kind, the female human's watchful eye out for any threat to him. They could barely understand him, as he spoke so fast, and he cocked his head and slowed it down a few paces, and to his delight the others smiled widely and nodded their heads. Suddenly, the girl said, "You're a greyhound, you know that?" He looked at her oddly, and she shrugged her shoulders raised her palms in a 'well, okay then' gesture, and pulled something out of a bag he knew was called a purse, cracked it open, and raised to can to her lips. He leaped onto the bench after telling his peers to hold it a minute, and nuzzled at the can until she relented, tipping the liquid inside the can into his mouth. "This is a baaaaad idea, and I know it." she muttered to herself, and she was right. As soon as the drink, which he later learned was Pompis, his his stomach, his fur stood erect and his pupils dilated. He jumped off the bench and dashed off at what the girl called there and then "hyper speed", his peers dashing off after him, the little group in a frenzy of excitement. Once the girl recollected the creature that she called Adrenaline Static, they went home and she decided to introduce him into all her bad habits so there were no surprises. Luckily, there was only drawing, Pompis, TV, reading and the internet. She decided to do TV and drawing and reading another day, and picked the big lug up and set him into her computer chair, rolling him up to the desk, and set off, teaching him how it worked, what to do, what not to do, and the works. Eventually, after he was well versed, as he was a quick learner, she took him to Youtube and typed in a song, and after puzzling to figure out how to fit an earbud into his ears, played some MCR, much to A.S.'s delight. Soon, it was into the late hours of the night, and the adolescent Tsuia had listened to at the very least twenty songs, and the two exhausted roommates slunk off to bed, where they collapsed on their bunk bed, A.S. on top, as he had always preferred. Looking at the bottom of the bed above her, she hoped he wouldn't freak out and fall off. She loved him so much and hoped he wouldn't ever get hurt. And of course, except for a few minor, and one major, incidents, he was well and healthy throughout their years.



(ffff that's ironic, my typing color.)
I've got the Zoidberg penchant too. >3>
I really hope you don't mind me taking a FAR, FAR more modern approach, I was thinking of a more, in the times where they became more integrated thing, because I can't write stories set in those kinds of eras, I am so sorry, I really am.

Oh my god that story was so much fun to write. This just goes to show you, watermelon is EXCELLENT for inspiration. I ate a huge bowl of entirely watermelon in the hour it took to write that. I really hope to win him, blue is one of my favorite colors, right next to yellow and carmine.

Congratulations! He's yours^^ The modern story was very different, but hey, I like seeing different ideas. Anyway, take good care of him!

[Zitface]

Thank you!

[Metallic Dragon]

You're welcome^^