Symphony Character Adoption Agency - CD + OPEN! :)

[ayomi]

Username: kitty;;
Kennel Number: 152
Lineart Link/Credits: all by me
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Username: kitty;;
Kennel Number: 375
Lineart Link/Credits: all by me
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[Jiloon]

Username: Jiloon
Kennel Number: 69
Lineart Link/Credits: Lines by Apple
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[amamile]

Username;; unboxed
Kennel Number;; 177
Lineart Link/Credits;; my art
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[booklover789]

Username:
booklover789

Kennel Number:
120

Lineart Link/Credits:
Lineart by Luckie.
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Here's another piece of art I did - but you can't count it towards the revamp, as I didn't realize it at the time but the owner doesn't allow people to enter contests with the lines.







Username:
booklover789

Kennel Number:
124

Lineart Link/Credits:
Lineart by WhiteFireRaven.
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Username:
booklover789

Kennel Number:
182

Lineart Link/Credits:
Lineart by Luckie.
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Username:
booklover789

Kennel Number:
198

Lineart Link/Credits:
Lineart by Luckie.
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[Wesley]

I've added all of the points and updated the kennels up to THIS post.
I'll do the others later.
If you see a problem, a missing link, or a revamp missing on the front page, please don't hesitate to PM me. ;o;

[Wesley]

Username: wesleydog
Kennel Number: Kennel 195
Use: Haha, let me try it this way. I'll make a list of reasons that I want this group of four.

• They may not be the most subtle set of the designs, but the revamps improved them greatly!
• Weege is a friend of mine, and it'd be cool to own the old set of siblings to her admirable fursonas (one of which my fursona is madly in love with.)
• Immediately, their names and appearances draw personality muse out of me.
• I hoard characters, it's what I do, and here's a fine bunch of four to add to my pre-existing group.

And here's a list of how they will be used!

• They will be flaunted around the CAAA because bright designs are fabulous.
• They will receive individual pages on my character website.
• They will get art.
• They will be kept in touch with the original donor.
• They will be used in stories.

"The analyst; the logical thinker."


Name: Rose (but occasionally calls herself Rosemary)

A rose is a woody perennial of the genus Rosa, within the family Rosaceae. -Wikipedia

Gender: Female
Species and/or specific breed: Wolf to humanoid shapeshifter
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality: There's no shortage of times that Rose hears the words, "You're so boring," or, "That wasn't meant to be taken literally," or finally, "Why are you such a stick in the mud, Rose?" It's not like Rose is incapable of being imaginative, it's just that she's definitely a realist and she's very intelligent. Her other siblings, you could say, are not quite on her "level," so she's easily misunderstood whenever she's around the house. Whenever she's deciding on something, no matter how insignificant it is, she always finds herself weighing the cost-benefit. She makes a list of the pros and cons (she's quite the list maker in general) and this earns her all sorts of disapproving comments from her siblings. Rose doesn't really mind though. Even though she's literal and down-to-earth, she's always in her head thinking, and she doesn't feel like she needs anyone else's approval except her own. This is where she and Thyme are most similar. Rose doesn't find herself in trouble very often because she has this almost psychic feature to her. She can usually predict very well when something is about to go wrong, and it really gives other people the creeps sometimes. You'd be shocked possibly to hear that while Rose is both book and street smart, she actually doesn't like reading, writing, or drawing at all. With her spare time, sometimes she's up doing physical things, but most often she's working through something that has to do with math.... especially mechanics. It may seem that there's nothing more to Rose's personality than "braniac" to someone who doesn't know her very well, but she's also very self-conscious. She says everything matter-of-factly because her opinion is very rarely wrong. However, she's not too keen on the sound of her own voice and you wouldn't believe how incredibly flustered she gets when she messes up on a scientific or mathematical fact. In addition to this, she's also very gorgeous. She must've gotten the same genes as Lilac because she sports sharp green eyes and a love for petite jewelry. She has a special place in her heart for the flower for which she was named, and she also loves carnations. She loves earthy colors, and although she's not one for music in general, her favorite genre of all time is the calming, wordless classical music. Usually she cannot work without it. Rose likes micromanaging things, usually gives great advice, and loves reminding people that while she may not be charming, she is both gorgeous and intelligent.

Favorites:
Color: Green
Song: A very uncommonly known song called Ballad, though she also enjoys a creepy hymn called Scarborough Fair
Artist: Can we say composer? Haha, Bach.
Band: She doesn't care for music, but if she must choose, The Band Perry
Actor/Actress: Leonardo DiCaprio
Movie: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
Book: To Kill a Mockingbird
TV Show: How It's Made
Time of day: 12 o'clock noon, when the sun is its brightest
Hobbies: Taking care of flowers, making lists, studying, organizing and rearranging things
Place to be: At home
Company: Her sister Lilac
Season: Spring, because her gorgeous garden perks up again.
Month: May
Weather: Warm but cloudy
Holiday: Fourth of July
Animal: River Otter
Bug: Butterfly
Day of the week: Sunday, a day for complete and utter relaxation.
Food: Filet Mignon
Drink: Lemon iced tea
Subject: Mechanics
Sport: Doesn't care to watch or play them, but basketball is the most tolerable.
Video Game: She doesn't really play video games, except when Striker forces her.
Game system: None.






"The egotistic, defensive, easily offended, and madly sturdy."


Name: Striker

No real name meaning. Refers to a quick hitter.

Gender: Male
Species and/or specific breed: Wolf to humanoid shapeshifter
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality: Striker is so arrogant that he often forgets that he is fallible. He believes himself to be incredibly handsome, logical, and kind, though his large personality and love for himself often drives other people away. Because he is so egotistic, he is easily offended. He believes himself to be perfection, and anyone who contradicts that will greatly hurt his feelings. He is no good at apologizing when he's messed up and is far too proud to do so. The only person who can really get him to listen and submit is his sister Thyme, which makes him utterly bitter. Essentially, Striker lives in his own fantasy world. He has absolutely no flaws, and everyone else practically worships him in his warped mindset. He's very defensive whenever someone says something along the lines of, "Sorry, I don't think I'd like to go on a date. You have all the wrong mindsets," or worse yet, "Your pelt looks pretty mangy, have you groomed yourself lately?" He has an almost unhealthy obsession with being clean, tidy, and well... beautiful! He likes to look his very best, which leaves him vain. Striker is really protective of things that he loves aside from himself, especially Lilac. This is the one area that he'll really agree with Thyme on. He doesn't really mind what others say to Thyme, even if it's hurtful, because she's independent and wouldn't want his sympathy to begin with. When it comes to romantic interests, Striker can be protective of Rose, but other times he allows her to do her own thing, too. This is pretty ironic, since he's a trouble boy himself and can't take relationships too seriously. Growing up in a house full of girls has really taken its toll on Striker; he feels very dominant at home as the alpha (and only) male, and he probably takes this role far too seriously. It's also obviously made him appear very feminine, and the guys throw jokes at him all the time for it. Striker has never before been called a slob, but he's definitely a major couch potato and very lazy. He spends far too much time surfing the internet, playing his Xbox, and watching television and too little time getting fresh air, exercise, and a taste of "reality." He's not very book-smart but has good common sense. He has a terrible singing voice but loves to show it off, and he's always been fond of bright colors given his appearance!

Favorites:
Color: Brilliant green, like he is!
Song: The Man by Aloe Blacc
Artist: Usher
Band: Gym Class Heroes
Actor/Actress: The gorgeous Scarlett Johansson
Movie: The Avengers because come on, Scalett Johansson
Book: He doesn't read much, so we're going to have to settle with a magazine and say MAD
TV Show: Sports Center
Time of day: 3 o'clock in the morning is good time for bongoes Just kidding, that's a Big Bang Theory reference. He really does believe the later the better, though.
Hobbies: Singing loudly, watching television, playing video games, annoying the heck out of all of his siblings
Place to be: At home on the couch
Company: Anyone really... he just hates being alone. The only person he doesn't really like to spend time alone with is Thyme, because they often butt heads.
Season: Fall
Month: September
Weather: Cool and dry
Holiday: Thanksgiving
Animal: Tiger
Bug: Ew, bugs.
Day of the week: Saturday, so he can sleep in.
Food: Nachoes and cheese
Drink: Pepsi
Subject: Geography
Sport: Like his ex-brothers Lynt and Kidd, he doesn't like sports, despite his perfectly jocky-fit build.
Video Game: GTA V (Grand Theft Auto 5)
Game system: Xbox One, it's the newest and highest quality.






"The blond and beautiful, the protected."


Name: Lilac

Syringa vulgaris (lilac or common lilac) is a species of flowering plant in the olive family Oleaceae, native to the Balkan Peninsula, where it grows on rocky hills. -Wikipedia

Gender: Female
Species and/or specific breed: Wolf to humanoid shapeshifter
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality: For the most part, Lilac is a very innocent individual. She hates doing anything that will upset anyone, and for this reason is usually submissive and doesn't fight. She likes to confide in other people, especially Thyme, with her secrets and her needs. She usually acts a little bit younger than her age, finding enjoyment in things like soft music, cartoons, and microwavable dinners. This could just be because she sees the potential in absolutely everything. She's an optimist (the glass is half full!) and she always expects the good out of things. She's rarely disappointed. She gets really sad and lonely when she's by herself and likes to spend time around other people, and she doesn't handle death well. She loves having small pets (especially reptiles, amphibians, and fish.) She has an aquarium full of fish that she attends to. She's book-smart, though not as smart as Rose, and she is especially good at math. She likes solving equations and doing puzzles to pass the time, but she struggles with things like grammar and spelling. She is more than capable of being independent, but her siblings often overlook that. They see only the gorgeous younger sister, and they do not recognize her boundaries. She often forgives them easily, because she loves the protection and the attention. She's pretty sheltered from the problems of the world, despite her older sister Thyme being so demanding and outgoing and her brother Striker being such an arrogant pottymouth. Perhaps they are harming her by keeping her in a bubble, but it would be such a shame to tamper with her innocence. She does become infuriated whenever she sees others harming each other or harming small animals, and this is one of the only things that she'll stand up for. She's been to a few protests with Thyme and has fun at every one, but she probably doesn't really understand the purpose. Like Striker, she loves bright colors and all of the colors of the rainbow. She likes fashion and going shopping. She's really irritable whenever she first wakes up in the morning and has never been a morning person, but she hates the taste of coffee. She often refuses medicine because of the flavor as well. She's very 'touchy feely' and loves cuddling, which can really aggravate some people. Her siblings, however, are all more than willing to cuddle up beside her. She likes going on walks outdoors and watching television equally, so she can please both Rose and Striker. She becomes very troubled when she feels guilty and can be very sensitive to other people's comments.

Favorites:
Color: Lilac purple
Song: Magic by Coldplay
Artist: Ed Sheeran
Band: Coldplay
Actor/Actress: Jack Black
Movie: Pitch Perfect
Book: Love? Maybe
TV Show: Adventure Time and The Amazing World of Gumball
Time of day: 6 o'clock in the afternoon
Hobbies: Exercising, sleeping, going shopping, watching TV, spending time with her siblings
Place to be: At the mall
Company: Thyme, she really looks up to her.
Season: Winter
Month: December
Weather: Snow
Holiday: Christmas
Animal: Reindeer
Bug: Butterfly
Day of the week: Friday
Food: Macaroni and cheese
Drink: Grape juice
Subject: Math
Sport: Gymnastics
Video Game: Legend of Zelda
Game system: Nintendo 2DS






"The questionable, rash, and outgoing."


Name: Thyme

Thyme is an herb with culinary, medicinal and ornamental uses. Thyme is of the genus Thymus, most commonly Thymus vulgaris. -Wikipedia

Gender: Female or neutral pronouns, would consider herself a-gender or genderfluid
Species and/or specific breed: Wolf to humanoid shapeshifter
Sexuality: Questioning
Personality: It's not questionable that Thyme has a very boyish voice, and she loves the gruffness displayed in it. She's quite the tomboy really, but not in the normal senses of craving to be mud-caked and loving to play sports. She actually takes more interest in dressing male and playing with matchbox cars than halter tops and dolls. However, even since before her teenage years, she's always had a stuffed animal named "Raggedy" that has been near and dear to her heart. She seems so rash in all of the decisions that she makes. When she's infuriated, her motives are always questionable. She's likely to do something unreasonable without the approval of her siblings or authority, but she doesn't mind it much. She also doesn't care much about punishment, as she's grown relatively used to it. She strives to be independent even though she's pretty careless and practically a walking tornado with how destructive she is. She likes to make her own rules and she even likes to boss others around whenever she gets the opportunity. She can be brutally harsh whenever she argues with her other siblings, but the one that she pities and favors the most is her sister Lilac, almost like she's the puppy dog of the group. Thyme is nothing like her fraternal twin Rose, nor is she the polar opposite. That'd be too cliche for a pair of siblings to actually display, would it not? Thyme takes a disturbing interest in destruction, especially of architecture. She loves watching bulldozers doing their job, which frightens some of her more laid-back siblings. They wonder if there might not be something set off wrong in her head, though Thyme is actually really smart. She's just fascinated by... the wrong things, I suppose that you could say. If there's one thing in the world that undoubtedly Thyme likes to do, it's going against the group. She likes to defy all "normals" and is definitely a deviant. She hates mainstream music, she doesn't like fitting in or fashion, and she even goes to drastic measures to make sure that her presence is noticed. She can be a bit of an attention hog at times, but for her, it's more about making a "public service announcement" to say that she will never conform to the ways of everyone else. Thyme loves the garden, which is just about the only thing that is implied when you first meet her. True to her name, she adores all sorts of herbs, plants, and flowers, and she loves watering and weeding. She also has a fascination with bugs and as a young gap-toothed child would bring in worms, ants, and all sorts of other creepy crawlies. She's even unphased by the sight of horrendous spiders. She's very strong and sturdy, well-spoken whenever she's arguing, and has quite the mouth on her. In fact, she could probably talk you up a tree!

Favorites:
Color: Purple
Song: Pumped Up Kicks or Don't Stop (Color on the Walls) by Foster the People
Artist: Ariana Grande
Band: Foster the People
Actor/Actress: Jennifer Lawrence
Movie: The Hunger Games
Book: Catching Fire
TV Show: Catfish
Time of day: About one o'clock... because it's lunch time.
Hobbies: Botany, playing around in the garden, talking a lot, studying bugs, watching TV
Place to be: Obviously, in the garden.
Company: Probably some of her school friends, or perhaps Wesley or Lynt, because it's great to freak them out.
Season: Spring
Month: April
Weather: Warm and humid
Holiday: Labor Day
Animal: White-tailed deer
Bug: Worms!
Day of the week: Sunday, because it's a good day for gardening
Food: Cheese pizza
Drink: Fruit punch
Subject: Botany
Sport: Like the tough girl she is, she appreciates rugby.
Video Game: Any Call of Duty or Pokemon Black & White
Game system: PlayStation 3 and 4




History/Background:
"I'm not really sure what to make of this," said Striker, scratching his head.

"Maybe that's because you were dropped on your head as a child," said Thyme snappily. The already fiesty female usually cracked under pressure, and right now the whole family was incredibly stressed.

"All right, stop it you two. Let me take care of the financial biz and no one gets hurt," interjected Rose. It seemed like she always had to save the day, didn't it? It was awfully painful to be the smartest out of four.

"All right, fine," grunted Striker. His superiority had been challenged; that was evident. "I'm just going to go watch some TV or something."

Thyme followed him out of the room, intentionally bumping into him. "Hey, I have a question for you. Does it hurt when you think?" she laughed at her own joke, but Striker only grunted.

"I'm going to go sit with Lilac," he replied calmly.

The foursome had been living like this for some time, and the current matter at hand was the bills they received every month. There were all sorts of things that needed to be paid for - water, electric, mortgage, taxes, and depending on the season, heating or air conditioning. They would soon run out of money. They were lucky they'd been able to break open the safe in their mother's closet. It contained the bank account information and some $1,000 for emergencies. This was definitely what you could consider a level three emergency. No parents in the house meant that someone had to step up.

Aha! There's something that grabbed your attention. Why are the four living without their parents? It couldn't have been a car accident. The police would've immediately called children's services to get them rehomed. They didn't dump the kids, did they? Well of course not. Why would they leave their money behind? Striker, Rose, Thyme, and Lilac's father was killed in a freak industrial accident while working. He was a construction worker who allegedly fell out of his machine while it was in operation into the hole he had dug. The second machine operater at the time was unaware, and the large claw of his equipment hit the man very hard, shattering every rib in his body. Due to both internal and external bleeding, he was unable to survive the trauma to his body. Upon realizing the awful accident, the co-worker rushed to the foursome's home when his shift ended. He brought the frightening and terrible news to the man's wife, shaking as he spoke. She was so horrified to find that this was the case that she genuinely collapsed. Though Rose and Lilac took careful care of her with wet rags, an inflatable matress, and all sorts of methods to wake her up, it was no use. The woman has entered a deep coma and would likely never wake up. It was horrifying to the four, even the strong two: Striker and Thyme. They were all very frightened, and while their father's obituary appeared in the paper, they did not inform anyone of their mother's condition for fear that they'd be split into various foster homes. While Thyme and Striker could do without each other, as could Rose and Striker, no one could do without Lilac. Their promise to stay together and act as a functional family began for the sake of the slightly younger sibling they equally adored.

With this, they made a pact (and not a silent one at that). The four had joined hands and promised to do their best to keep this secret no matter how hard and traumatic it would be. Even naive Lilac understood the consequences of no longer having parents. They each thanked their method of luck that they were old enough to avoid parent-teacher conferences and to get a job for themselves. They were also thankful that their mother had never been the social type. She had been very dark and reclusive, though loved by all four of her children, and it should not propose too much of a challenge to play as though it had never happened outside of their home. Certainly, people often asked questions. "How's your mother doing?" to which Striker replied, "She's taken dad's passing pretty hard," or "I haven't seen the woman of the house lately," to which Rose replied, "I find that quite offensive! Am I not a woman, and do I not live in the house?"

Thyme made her way to the kitchen table and sat down next to her fraternal twin sister. "Care if I sit here?"

"Would you care if I did?" asked Rose.

"Ouch, harsh," said Thyme. "Weren't you just the one telling me off for arguing with Striker?"

"I'm sorry, Thyme. I just find it hard to believe that you two can fight so much all the time. I thought we were going to be a functional family. What does the term functional mean to you?" asked Rose.

"I don't know, Rosemary," said Thyme, teasing at her sister.

"Oh my God," said Rose. "How much water have you been using?" asked Rose incredulously. In the house, Thyme was infamous for taking one-hour hot showers each and every night. "Do you see this?" she shoved the paper in front of Thyme's curious eyes. "You know what that says? One hundred two dollars and eighty three cents. Did you know that the cost of water in an average family's home is less than half of that?"

"Rose, dear. Let's be honest. When's the last time that you considered us to be an "average" family?" she asked, flippantly changing the topic as though it were nonsensical.

"See, the only problem with that is that... we're running out of money! None of us want to get a job. Lilac is too busy with school, Striker is consumed with his video games, you have all those ridiculous conventions and protests, and I have the garden and my research. On top of that, none of us have finished high school. We all have exams, we all have homework, we all have projects. We were going to try to wait until at least Striker had graduated before it came to this. It's obvious that won't be happening anymore. Each of us is going to have to give something up, and all of us are far too selfish to do that."

"Too selfish, huh?" asked Thyme, combing her short hair with her fingers. "Not all of us are. Maybe it's just you. I'll start job-hunting tomorrow since it's so evident that my showers have created impending doom on our family. Have you ever considered though that maybe they'd need mom's signature on my work permit application? Funny how that works."

She turned to go to her room as Lilac came into the kitchen. "So... is someone going to cook or not?" asked Lilac.

"No, Lilac. Not tonight," said Thyme, continuing out of the room.

Lilac nodded silently, but she could tell her sister was miffed. She reached into the freezer and grabbed a microwavable macaroni and cheese. "All right, cool," said Lilac, crossing her arms over her chest and facing Rose. "Does someone want to tell me what's going on here, or are you guys always going to keep me in the dark?"

Rose smiled, though she was irritated. "No, Lilac. Thyme is just upset that she's going to be getting a job soon."

"I thought you said we wouldn't be working?"

"Things changed," was the only response. "Where's Striker?"

"In the living room, consuming the television," said Lilac. She stifled a laugh as she slid her box into the microwave.

"Could've guessed that," said Rose, turning back to her balance book. "What's next? Electricity... seventy-three. My gosh," she mumbled to herself.

"Macaroni?" asked Lilac.

"Nah, I think I'll skip tonight."

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Thyme woke up early the next morning to check job listings on Monster. She wasn't really sure what kind of job she was looking for. Cashier? Waitress? It'd be really cool if she could work somewhere that fit in with her interests. Her eyes twinkled with excitement when she caught a listing not too far from the house. Simon's Sign Shop - Graphic Designs and Signs. It'd be really cool to work at one of the places that her society (the protesters that met up every Saturday) commissioned frequently. Simon himself was a pretty chill guy. He always wore sunglasses, even when it wasn't a sunny day. He had slick brown hair, he was in his mid to late twenties, and he had always been pretty nice to Thyme. She decided to call about scheduling an interview.

"Hello, Simon's Sign Shop. How may I help you?"

"Hey, Simon. It's Thyme from the protesters group? I saw you had a listing on Monster.com about a job? I'm really interested. My sister Rose has been hounding me, saying I'm not useful and stuff."

"Sure, that's awesome. Why don't you come in at one this afternoon?"

"Sounds great."

Striker stepped in the doorway of the living room, holding his head. He looked exhausted, probably after staying up until three playing video games. "What in the world are you doing up at nine on a Saturday? Don't you know people are trying to sleep?"

"Oh, sorry, not sorry. I was on the phone with Simon for a job."

"Simon who? And what's this about getting a job? It's only the beginning of senior year, dude."

"Yeah, well Rose says that we're almost out of the 'cash money'."

"Well, I could pick up a shift somewhere."

"Pfft, yeah right. McDonald's wouldn't even hire you."

"False," said Striker with a funny smirk. "My English teacher would beg to differ. He attached an application for a job there to my last failed test."

"Oh, really funny. Well, be my guest. Just do me a favor and don't tell Rose? It kills her whenever people don't run ideas past her first."

"Yeah, whatever. I'll keep that in mind. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I might actually pass out from exhaustion..."

"Huh? Oh yeah, no problem."

With that, Striker left the room and returned to bed.

In the family of four, Striker was the oldest. He was seventeen years old, soon to be eighteen, and he was a senior in high school. He didn't like sports; instead, he spent time at home. Striker could pick up a chic on occasion, which was funny to see. To the three girls he lived with, he seemed like one of the grossest guys on the face of the earth. He was also very protective of Lilac on the dating spectrum, which was interesting given his less than desirable dating habits.

In the middle were Rose and Thyme. Rose was about five minutes older than Thyme, which she always loved to use against her. The two were sixteen; juniors in high school. Neither of them really seemed interested in dating, but both had plans for the future. Thyme was especially a mystery to the rest of her siblings, since she'd never mentioned anything but platonic love to any of them.

Lastly, there was Lilac. She was a freshman in high school this year, still getting used to things. At only fourteen years old, she was pretty and smart, and all of the older siblings knew she was the one they really had to watch out for.

Around the house, there were things that all of them hated about each other. Everyone hated how loud Striker kept the TV on when he played his Xbox, and whenever he had company over, everyone did their best to irritate him and his friends until they left the house. No one liked that Thyme was an early riser, and usually she'd wake them up with her not-so-stealth movements. Rose was always tracking mud into the house from the garden, and Lilac was so sensitive that the smallest argument sent her into a flood of tears. You can imagine that four teenagers living in a house unsupervised is probably the quickest recipe for disaster. The house was a literal pig sty, and any night that no one was willing to cook, it was Ramen noodles, delivery pizza, or frozen macaroni for anyone and everyone. Through it all, though, the four had each others' backs. They supposed that was the most important thing.

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Rose knocked on the door to Lilac's room. "Lilac? It's Rose. Can I come in?"

"Sure," came the response. Lilac quickly pulled out her earbuds and shoved her iPod under the covers before Rose came in.

"Any chance you want to go out to the garden with me?" asked Rose. Usually the sisters didn't have a lot of common ground unless Rose was helping Lilac with a school project of some sort. Most of Lilac's time was spent out shopping or with Thyme, so Rose thought she'd take an opportunity to get along with her. Though Lilac didn't love the garden the same way that Rose and Thyme did, she usually didn't decline when Rose invited her outdoors.

"Yeah, that sounds good."

Lilac stood and followed Rose outside into their backyard. They stopped by the shed for a second. Rose opened the door and reached in, retrieving a few things. She threw a pair of green and white gloves to Lilac and threw a green hose onto the ground. "First things first. We need to pull all of the weeds." She took a pair of blue and white gloves out of the shed and put them on her own hands. "Then I'm going to water them with the hose."

Lilac and Rose got on hands and knees and got to work pulling weeds around some hydrangeas. It was funny really. The inside of the house looked terrible, but the garden in the backyard was always well-kept. Very fitting to their names, the girls did like to care for plants. Thyme and Rose were especially interested in botany. They'd always keep the garden going.

Striker, Rose, Thyme, and Lilac's mother had always loved her garden. Her favorite place was to be outside. For anniversaries and other holidays, their father wouldn't buy her jewelry! He'd always buy her a new sort of plant to put in the garden. She always kept it beautiful, breathtaking, and timeless, though no one could really see their backyard. It was more of a hobby to keep herself content than anything else. Sometimes, she'd take the older girls Rose and Thyme outdoors to garden with her. After her death, the two of them continued to upkeep the garden. To Striker's surprise, however, this was not to keep away from suspicion that their mother might be dead. This was out of genuine love and appreciation for gardening and the memory of their mother that the tradition carried on.

It wasn't until four o'clock in the afternoon when Lilac and Rose were almost finished with their work. Thyme came out of the house and looked at their hard work, nodding approvingly. "Looks pretty good. You two have been busy."

"Where have you been?" asked Lilac.

"I had my meeting with the protesters, and afterwards I went over to Simon's and applied for a job. He said my interview was pretty awesome and... he hired me! I honestly wasn't too sure what to do about the parent/guardian signature on my work permit, so I told him I hadn't asked mom to sign it yet. He said to just hand it over whenever I got a signature on it, so I'll probably just forge it. No one will know the difference. See Rose? I'll have the cash rolling in in no time." said Thyme.

"All right, Thyme. You got me," replied Rose, honestly impressed.

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An awkward place to end, right? Well, that's because the rest of the story hasn't been written yet! I will decide on the fate of these four after they're adopted (if I win them) in the hopes of getting them a significant other, getting them art, and roleplaying them until I age them and decide what they'll do with their lives! I hope that my story displayed enough of their characters and enough of their past for you to award them to me!


(Art by weegeestar5, so are the individuals!)

**Other art credit: Lines by horsy1050 and colored by me
3yearsuperround

[amamile]

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[Wesley]

"Show no sign of weakness, or you most certainly will be left behind."
"I will take any measures necessary to empower myself."
"I'm not just another fallen angel; I'm fleeing from my actions. But one day, I will turn to face the consequences and spit in their faces."
"If you're going to tag along, then you'd better not slow me down."
"Everything has a flaw... force fields have their glitch and humans have their sin, but I will bow down to no weakness. Nothing is worth admittance."
"This place is dead-cold like a crypt."
"My blood surges like lava in all hours of the day; my fighting instinct never ceases."



Username: wesleydog
Kennel Number: Kennel 17
Use: Every once in a while, my muse allows me to apply for a darker character, and now is one of the moments that I have been permitted. Both of the new revamps (one from MaximumSimplicity and the other from unboxed) were stunning and intrigued me, but I overall decided to utilize unboxed's approach to the design. I am musing for him, especially with those ghastly, ghost-like wings. I'd like to make him one of the prizes of my character family. One of the distinctly recognizable, sharp-personalitied ones that I use very often. He'll get a page, fame, stories, and art, etc. just as any character in my possession is ensured.

Name: Samael

In Jewish mythology, this is the name of an archangel, a fallen angel, the Angel of Death or Poison, the accuser, seducer, and destroyer famously known as The Grim Reaper. He is said to be both good and evil, having been one of the heavenly host.
- Courtesy of 20000-names.com -

He has also gone by Matchitehew which means "he has an evil heart." It is derived from his original name Matthew meaning "gift of YAHWEH."

Gender: Male

Species and/or specific breed: He is a wolf indeed, though it doesn't appear that there's anything ordinary about him. His skin is marked with red and his shoulders support frail, shadowy wings that are very recognizable. Perhaps this individual is a fallen angel who has doomed himself, or perhaps he is the direct creation of sin itself. But now he shall be known as a "hellhound."



Personality: A dictionary would define stoic as "a person who can endure pain or hardship without showing their feelings or complaining," but Samael would define it as "doing what you need to do to get by without questioning your own methods." Essentially, Samael would do anything (no matter how gut-wrenchingly cruel) if it were meant to empower himself, and he would not show any sort of emotions in the progress. It's very hard for one to read Samael. It's impossible to tell what he's thinking just by looking into his eyes. This also makes him a very worthy opponent in a physical fight, because generally looking into a competitor's eyes in the key to determining what move they'll make next. Samael is entirely unpredictable. He has no permanent friend or foe. Putting it into terms another human may understand, Samael is like Hitler in World War II, befriending his worst enemy Stalin and later (rightfully) stabbing him in the back. Not to say that Samael would institute the mass-genocide of an entire race of people; it was only a demonstration. He can keep a straight face - a poker face - which is perhaps one of his most frightening attributes.

Samael has another disturbingly useful trait of always being patient. He can silently, patiently wait for the perfect opportunity to commence any plan. He will gladly wait for his time to strike, even if it means being in pain or servitude for a long period of time. He's happy to stay in the shadows until it's his time to become the 'important' figure. If he stays in any one place for too long, it's safe to assume that he's plotting something. He is only patient when he knows that being patient will indeed benefit him. He'll wait for freedom, he'll wait to gain your trust, he'll wait for an open opportunity. Frightening - that would best describe Samael. He's also meticulously tactical. He pays careful attention to detail in his work. He waits until all things are in their proper order. He plans brilliantly and on wide-scale ranges. Nothing he does affects only himself. He was created with the brilliant mind to plan and lead things.

Samael is definitely considerably more harsh than need be. He's often curt and rude. He never questions that his assumptions are correct. He flicks away company very quickly, because he prefers to work alone. He's merciless, though he was created to be loving, serving, and righteous. Samael has a high tolerance for nearly everything - extreme temperatures, pain, long wait times, physical challenges, and battles. The one thing that he has no tolerance for is children. He's so bothered by their large, inquisitive minds and their innocence. It is the peak of all annoying things for him. His greatest pet peeve is to be bothered by a child.

Samael is wordy and metaphorical. He likes to lengthen his explanations with big words. He often uses metaphors to demonstrate his meanings instead of being straightforward. He believes that it makes him appear more mysterious. He likes to explain things in great detail, but somehow leave the observer still questioning. He often describes himself using extended metaphors; it's all very difficult to explain. He's simply very crafty and confusing.

Samael would much rather endanger himself than be forced to do something he doesn't enjoy. If it's boring or pointless, then he will not stand for it any longer. This is made evident in the fact that he left heaven to be doing something that's more interesting and something that's more empowering to himself. God could have destroyed him on the spot, but he did not. Perhaps Samael is more of a puzzle piece in his ultimate plan than he knows, but Samael would never ponder that idea. Samael is the only person in charge of himself; he may not be divine and perfect, but he certainly thinks very highly of himself. It's almost as though he believes he's untouchable.



History/Background:
*Note: most of this form is written as though Samael were an anthropomorphic character.*

*Note: the majority of this form is not biblically accurate and is only meant to be fictional/entertaining.*

*Note: other characters used in this form are Seth the demon (owned by me) and Azrael the puppy (who I'm trying out for at Pound of Love).*

Some believe that humans and angels were created at the same time, while others believe angels were created before humans. Today I am here to settle the argument; angels were created long before humans, and the creation of evil and sin itself was thousands and thousands of years ago. Anyone knowledgeable about the Bible, whether friend or foe of it, should know about the beginning of evil - the first historical rebellion. The creation of the one thing not made by God himself. God created the angels: imperfect beings, but they were righteous nonetheless. They were made to praise and assist Him. Among the most beautiful of angels was Lucifer. Physically he had ginger-red hair, white wings with a very large wingspan, and gorgeous jewels adorning his body. He was envied by many angels, but he was far too arrogant to stay in his rightful place. He became rebellious and envious of God Himself for His almighty power and strength. Thus, one day he proclaimed that he was as mighty as God, saying boldly that he would ascend to the throne. Indeed, I was present in that day and age. I watched carefully as the conflict unfolded. Many angels were led astray by Lucifer, and they suffered the same consequences as he. They may now be known as demons - feared spiritual beings with the power to overtake man's soul. Lucifer was cast to earth along with his followers and they tormented the humans that were subsequently created, bringing sin into the world. Satan was Lucifer's new name, which would always be associated with evil. He became the prince of the kingdom of the earth and the king of the true underworld: hell. Hell being the place of life after death where anyone who did not believe on Jesus would spend eternity. I'm sure you wonder how this applies to a wolf like myself. Well let's start from the beginning, a very good place to start...

A dark skinned angel with six wings named Tristan looked at Matthew skeptically. "Isn't that dangerous though?" he asked.

Matthew flicked his wing dismissively. "I think I'll make it out all right. Didn't they?"

Tristan frowned. "Well, not really." It was clear to him however that Matthew had long ago made up his mind. "When will you do it then?" Tristan asked.

"Tonight," said Matthew. "Tonight at the gathering."

Tristan flew away a bit to distance himself from the man. He'd obviously gone mad. He crouched by the River of Life and swirled his fingers through the clear water, disrupting the perfect reflection it formed with ripples. From the perspective opposite, Matthew repeated quietly to himself, "Tonight..." almost mechanically.
---

All of the angels orderly crowded around the throne. They knelt on one knee and bowed respectfully, though one figure stood defiantly. He had pale skin and white hair, though he appeared young. He'd never done a day's work, and this was obvious from his petite, perfect hands. Matthew - for that was this angel's name - made his way towards the throne of Christ. The words he threw were powerful, though he spoke in this way to his very creator. "For years and thousands of them, I have silently and patiently waited. I watched as Lucifer bravely defied you and was consequently punished. I stood by the creation of man, and now the species has developed considerably. Send me down to earth. For I do not doubt your great power but have grown bored of constantly observing it. I should be better off serving the devil than exalting you for the rest of my days. You thought you had weeded out all of the bad links when you banished Lucifer and his folowers, but you were wrong."

"Dare you speak this way to your God?" came the calm and authoritative anser. "Dear Matthew, I am the beginning and the end. For I knew this day would soon come. You have it your way, you beast! Ungrateful you are!" He pledged in righteous indignation. "For your new name shall be Samael because you have left the Light, and your soul shall be sold and forever bound to the devil and his dirty works. You will spend many years on earth searching him out." Among all the other angels, Tristan observed in breathless astonishment as Samael's soul pair of wings turned from white to a shadowy black. No longer could he retract them or use them to fly. They were a token of shame to signify that he was once an angel. Samael's skin stretched, revealing constricted veins filled with bright red liquid. Lava? No, it couldn't be. He'd warned Matthew that this would become of him, though Matthew stood before him no longer. There, in all of his glory, stood the dark, mad Samael. And in the next instant, he was gone. He was gone to earth, where he would journey with many hardships.
---

Samael rolled over in the pig sty, groaning all the while. Something felt terribly different about his body, almost as though his muscles weren't wired the same way. Though he can stomach nearly anything, when Samael looked down at himself, he shrieked. No longer was he in any way, shape, or form human in appearance. In fact, his tan skin and white hair had been replaced by black fur, though the red veins remained. They crawled and surged all over his body, and the sight of it was enough to drive him mad. Samael looked to where his hands should be - his beautiful, opposable thumbs. Instead, his eyes met paws: black paws. Was this some kind of sick joke? Samael had never fathomed that his appearance would change this drastically! A voice inside his head, undoubtedly his own, said 'If you'll act like the devil's puppy dog, that's exactly what you'll become.' God had always been one for practical jokes. This was obvious when he created an angel with a mind as intricate as Samael's own. He was always capable of coming up with something metaphorical or catchy. Samael smiled to himself. His muscles ached and he'd be quite the klutz until he figured out his new anatomy, but so far he was able to stand up on all four legs. To his right, a pig let out a loud squeal as he poked his strange nose on Samael's body. "Cut it out!" Samael yelled, but the pig only looked at him curiously. "What a filthy creature!" he exclaimed potently, until he looked down and saw the mud caked in his fur. 'This is certainly more interesting than heaven,' he thought.

Samael observed his surroundings. The pig sty was small and appeared to be surrounded by some sort of wooden fence. Could he manage to jump it? He wasn't sure. He wanted so desperately to get out of the flithy mess, but he wasn't quite sure how he'd gotten in there in the first place. The ground was padded with mud and clay in some areas and straw in others. In the center stood a wooden trough. Who knew how old the remnants of food that lay in there were. Next to the trough was a large, wooden barrel with a metal buckle around the center. It was full of water. Samael debated getting a drink (for he was suddenly very famished) but remembered again the terrible odor and the large noses of the pigs and decided it best that he not. If he was going to get out of this place, he supposed it was now or never. He was so weak on his new legs, though. How was he ever manage the jump? He stepped backwards until he was in the far right corner of the pen and took a running start diagonally to the lowest point in the fence. While in the air, his leg caught on the pole of wood, but alas! He had made it out of the sty successfully. By now, the pig-inhabitants were making quite a ruckus. He decided it would be best to leave the farm quickly, preferably before his strange-looking pelt was spotted by a human. He turned to look over his shoulder, peering where his wings should have been. There he saw them: the ghastly black shadow of wings. He wondered if these were visible to just anyone, or if they were only visible to divine beings... God, Satan, angels, demons, and the sorts.

Samael next found himself running - wobbly, but running nonetheless. He wasn't really sure where he was going, and he definitely felt far less clever trapped in the mind of this beast, but his instincts were strong enough to know that he really needed to leave her and decide where he was going. What was he really looking for here on earth? A companion? Oh goodness; certainly not. Samael had always hated having any sort of company. He could hardly tolerate his angel "friends" when he lived in heaven. Was he looking to start trouble? To cause problems for the human beings and to get in the way? Maybe, but for what purpose? If he'd be living as an earth dog for the rest of his days, couldn't he just be taken into a pound? Samael tried to think "bigger picture." Aha, that's what it was. He was searching for Satan or demons or some sign of evil in general. He was hoping to acquaint himself with Satan so that he would live neither in heaven nor on earth. He wanted to make his home with the devil, because the devil was bold and deviant like himself. How impossible would this task be? How large is this world? And how much more now that he was simply a canine?

Samael huffed loudly and stopped running, getting a nostril-full of his reeking mud-caked fur. All right, this wasn't the right time for big-picture planning. Right now, his immediate need was to find water and get washed off. That shouldn't be too terribly difficult to do in the countryside, right? Not if this place worked anything like heaven, anyway.

---

Samael gave out a loud sigh of relief. Finally, his pelt was rid of the awful odor. He was sparkling clean. He had found a rather large pond and spent a good half of an hour bathing, being sure to scrub all of the nasty grime off of his body. He had discovered that there were other creatures in the pond - large fish - when they swam up to him and began nibbling on his legs and underbelly. It tickled something awful, and he'd become rather cross with them, shouting at them loudly. He was sure that he was creating quite an uproar, but he doubted in such a large expanse of land that anyone important had actually heard him. He pondered that God may be, at this very moment, looking down at him in amusement.

While in the pond, Samael had tried some basic exercises. He'd remembered the ghost-like black wings that decorated his shoulders, and he wanted to try them out. He tried his best to flex, open, and close them, but it was all to no avail. It was clear that when he took his fall to earth, he'd lost all hope of having a functional pair of wings. This came to his disadvantage, as he'd always been accustomed to using them as his main transportation in heaven, but he was sure that he'd get used to it.

Once again, Samael let his thoughts wander. All right, so no matter where he went, he'd need to go on foot. He'd need to steer clear of humans for the rest of his days. He wondered why they had so much superiority over this land. After all, in the beginning, God had created them to have peace with the animals. The animals could speak to them, and all of them were as docile as a lamb. Unfortunately, Samael supposed, all good things must come to an end. Samael began to realize that he was walking along a dust path. It was a yellow-ish color and littered with the occasional pebbles: a typical country road. Overhead, a merciless sun beat down on him. It was a very hot day. He was used to the temperatures in heaven being very pleasant and moderate. This was just another small obstacle in going from heaven down to earth.

All was actually rather peaceful for Samael. He was in his head, out in an open expanse of land, clean and content. All of this was the case, of course, until he realized that someone was following him. Samael did not stop walking, but he couldn't help but hear a small pitter-patter over his own footsteps and a gentle hum, some sort of country tune, coming from a being who was directly behind him. Samael began to slow his pace, and eventually he stopped walking altogether. He turned around, daring to allow himself to know what followed. He expected a farmer, a dogcatcher, or perhaps even a curious mule. He was not prepared for the simple sight that met his eyes.

Standing directly behind Samael was a puppy. The little dog had probably followed him for at least a mile, and Samael was surprised that his short, stubby legs had been able to keep up with Samael. That was until, of course, Samael remembered that he'd not yet figured out how to maneuver this canine body. The puppy that he looked at was red and black with all sorts of broken hard markings on his body. There was a lighter red crest marking in between his eyes and on the bridge of his nose, and his whole chest and underbelly were a very dark black. A black that was darker, even, than Samael's own fur color.

"Oh hi," said the puppy, when he realized that he'd been discovered. He spoke in a cheerful tone that definitely matched the tune he'd been humming earlier, but something under his charming personality suggested that he was also very menacing. He acted as though it were the most normal thing in the world to be following a stranger down a dirt road.

"Hello," said Samael quietly and gruffly. He'd never been one for children."

"I'm Azrael," said the little red pup.

"Samael," said the larger, black wolf. "Could I ask why you're following? Oh yes, that's right. Of course I may ask. Because, in case I hadn't mentioned, you're following me!" Samael sounded quite insane.

"I couldn't help but notice those wings on your back, so I just had to follow you," said Azrael.

Azrael, hmm, that's right. For some reason it seemed like a familiar name to Samael. But more important than Azrael's name was his eyes. How was he able to see Samael's wings? By now, Samael had figured that mortal eyes were incapable of seeing them.

"Just what are you?" asked Samael.

"I'm sorry, your question doesn't really make sense to me. I'm the same as you, I guess? A canine...?" Azrael spoke cautiously to the stranger, assuming that he was a bit stupid, for lack of better word.

"No, no. I mean, why can you see my wings?"

"Am I not supposed to?" asked Azrael. "I mean, they're clearly right there, just above your back. Did you not know you have wings? It seems very plain to me, Mister Samael. You also have a muzzle, a nose, two eyes..."

"Okay, stop!" interrupted Samael. "Yes, I know, mutt. I'm a wolf, but my wings are different. Most wolves don't have wings, in case you hadn't noticed. I used to be an angel, and now I am not. Plain and simple enough, right? But as I've figured it out, I think that only others of some sort of divine relevance can see my wings. Does that make sense, pup? Is there something special about you?" asked Samael. He seemed to have a new dose of patience with this pup, because it seemed like there was something very important about him.

"Well... I guess so," Azrael pondered this. "I never get sick, I don't seem to get older, and when there was a fire in the barn that I stayed in, my tail never caught fire! Would you consider that 'special'?" he asked.

"Yes, I'd say so. Where did you come from?"

"That I can't tell you," said Azrael. "I never really learned myself. You can call me by my name, Mister Samael. I told you... it's Azrael."

"Azrael, if I'm right (and I generally am), then I think that you'd be something directly of the devil's work. But if you don't know anything about that, then I don't really have time for this conversation right now," said Samael, displaying his coldness again.

"Then where are you going that's so important?"

"Wherever my instinct takes me."

"That doesn't sound too important. Let me follow. I might be useful, you know. I may not know where I came from, but I do have an awful lot of knowledge about Haiti."

Samael considered this. Haiti was a homonym for a place called "Hades," which was a biblical term. Some people interchanged the two mistakenly. While Haiti was not Hades, it was believed by the wicked to be of some evil significance, especially after the tremendous earthquake that plagued the face of the country. Hades was a temporary resting place for those who did not go to heaven. In a sense, Hades was a "temporary hell." It was a place of torment and torture, and there was fire and brimstone all around. It was similar to the final hell, the Lake of Fire, but not the same. By those working for the devil, it was believed that he spent most of his present time in Hades, tormenting lost souls, and the remainder of his time on earth, especially in Haiti. The question now on Samael's mind was how would he cross in between these two worlds: earth and Hades. Some believed there was a loophole in Haiti that would lead to Hades, some believed that angels and demons could pass freely between the two, some believed you must meet the devil face to face, and some believed that the only possible way was to die a lost soul, which would come with eternal punishment. Samael really did need to get to Hades.

Was it worth another mouth to feed?

"All right," said Samael. "Just help me get to Haiti, then. I need to meet the devil himself. And don't get us discovered."

"They can't see us, you know," said Azrael.

"Excuse me?"

"They can't see us: you and me. The humans can't. We're something special; something evil even, maybe. I just know that they can't see us. I've tried and tried again to pull their attention, but it's impossible. It's like we're protected from each other."

Okay, maybe this puppy really was useful. He sure did talk a lot, though. Samael really needed to shut him up.
---

Day had quickly turned into night. The sun was setting and a chill was settling over the countryside. Samael and Azrael didn't stop their journey, though. Samael had adrenaline surging through his body like lava, keeping him awake and eager to find some sort of trail to follow in order to find what he was looking for. He wondered if the countryside would ever end, or if it would always be like this.

Behind Samael stumbled Azrael. He was not as motivated as Samael to get where they needed to be, and thus, he was nearly asleep on his paws. His eyes were shut and he started to lose balance. Samael turned around and watched him walk for a bit. He appeared drunk with his unstable he was.

"Azrael," said Samael loudly, which snapped Azrael to attention.

"Yes?"

"Do you know where we are?"

"Brazil, I think," said Azrael. "The countryside of Brazil. Most of them speak Spanish here."

"Right," said Samael, trudging on. He debated whether it would be best to stop and rest so that Azrael could be alert or if Samael should just keep walking on. He'd gotten most of the information that he needed from Azrael so far, so he figured that it would be all right if he fell out partway through the journey. As previously stated, Samael had never been found of young, inquisitive minds.

Considering which would be more beneficial to himself, he decided to keep walking. Knowing that he was in Brazil gave him some sort of direction. He'd walk east until he reached the coast. Somehow, from there, he'd have to figure out how to get over the ocean to Haiti. The only problem was, Samael's sense of direction only worked to some extent. He wasn't sure that he could pinpoint Haiti's exact location. In fact, a map was very necessary in this case. He also badly needed a boat to take him from Brazil to Haiti. It was a ridiculously long journey, and Samael would be completely incapable of swimming an ocean.

Despite deciding to continue without stopping, Samael let his curiosity get the best of him when he spotted a dilapidated shack with dark wood and exquisite carvings on the side. The walls depicted a very large serpent. Without bothering to warn Azrael, Samael took a sharp left turn, trudging up a small, steep hill to the shack. Samael could literally feel the presence of evil deep in his bones. He could sense that someone inhabited this shack, and he definitely wasn't working for the "good guys."

Samael pawed at the door, surprised to find that it easily swung open on its hinges. The door's lock had long ago been broken.

Samael became very aware that he was being watched long before turning to his right and eyeing a humanoid figure. Beside him stood a tall man. He had glowing orange eyes and a large scar adorned the left side of his face. He has fin-like ears, shaggy red-black hair, a spiked collar, and large bat-like wings. He had a scowl planted firmly on his face as he surrounded Samael, circling him like a hawk may circle its prey. What most significantly interested Samael was the man's ability to disappear and reappear in a different place. It was almost as though he could vanish into thin air and then teleport. One moment he was facing Samael's back, and the next moment, he was staring him directly in his dark grey eyes.

"Who are you?" asked the creature. "I can smell the evil on you." Samael was surprised to find that he spoke with not one voice, but two. They were perfecting in sync, though one was very low and the other was very high. "Come on now, don't be shy. You've come to the right place."

"I'm Samael," said Samael. He was not scared of this creature. He stood tall and stone-still. He wasn't sure if he should trust this man or not, but something inside said yes.

"Samael? Is that really your name? Or is it something else..." the demon dug deeper menacingly.

"You're right. My name is Matthew, but I am no longer called that. A change in events has ensured that my name will never return to what it was before. It is now Samael."

"So you have indeed come, Samael," said the demon. "I am Seth, or at least, I am told that I go by such. I am here to tell you where you'd like to go. He will be pleased that you were able to find me."

"He?"

"Don't be stupid, Samael. Satan, of course. I thought you were smart enough to get that."

"So I've done it," said Samael. "I've really found one of you. Tell me, Seth, where can I find him?"

"Shhhhhh," hushed Seth. "I already know what you need." He withdrew a map from a bookshelf that Samael had failed to notice before now. Handing it to the canine, he spoke quietly. "This is all that you'll need. You'll know when you've come to the right place. The devil himself will greet you."

"Thank you," said Samael, taking the map in his mouth.

"Yes, and tell him that I sent you."

Samael turned and walked out of the broken door.

3yearsuperround

By Kydashing, with Azrael (currently @ the Pound of Love)



Please note: The wing divider is a freebie created by »ѕнιηєωнιѕкєя on Warrior Cats. Proof.

[Wesley]

Username: wesleydog
Kennel Number: Kennel 223
Use: Ahaha, look at the smile in this little pixel art of Lucier. So much muse stemming just off of that. I next take notice of her brilliant tail charm, which should also have a story to tell. I adore anthro characters but the CS community seems to run a little dry of them especially in comparison to the many canines and jellybean dragons. However, I adore anthros because they're neither distinctly animal, nor distinctly human. This girl's art and design caught my eyes and I'm more than willing to compete with other forms in the hopes of getting her for my own. Should I win her, she would be kept in fellowship with my other anthro characters, shown on the CAAA, given a page of information on my site, and treated to art like all of my other lovely characters. She will be ensured a lasting home, especially seeing as I bond with her pretty greatly.

Hi! What's your name?

Oh hello! I didn't see you there. My name is Lucier, or you can call me Lucie for short.

Why did your parents pick that?

Gosh, I haven't the slightest idea. I guess you'd really have to ask them... it's a variant spelling of Lussier, which is probably the least common name on the face of the earth, and the only meanings I can find for a name like that are usher, doorkeeper, carpenter, joiner, or cabinetmaker... a bunch of occupations that I don't have. Anyways, it's a French name. It doesn't bother me, but I think I'd much rather have a name that's Japanese.
What is your gender identity?

I'm a female!
What species are you?

I'm an anthropomorphic wolf... but you might just call me an "anthro."
How old are you?

I'm seventeen years old, almost 18, and I'm a senior in high school.

What's your sexuality?

That's sort of a personal question, seeing as we are only on a first-name basis. However, I don't mind sharing with you that I identify as heteroromantic asexual.
What are three things you have an obsession with?

Hmmm... let's see. Japanese kimonos, stars, and mochi!

Five things that you couldn't live without?

I could never live without bubble tea, baggy tee-shirts, chapstick, flowers, or my cell phone!!
What's that on your tail?

Oh hey! I didn't think you'd notice. That's my tail charm. It's a golden piece of jewelry, or rather... it's a black string with golden balls dangling from it. The golden balls are not balls at all, but actually little stars! I have a little bit of a special interest in astronomy, and I like looking cute, so I wear it around every day. It's one of my most prized possessions.
Where or how did you get your tail charm?

My uncle got it for me on my thirteenth birthday. I guess it was sort of his 'coming of age' gift for me. I really do love it.
What was your most embarrassing moment?

Oh my gosh, I remember my freshman year in high school really well. I was just going back to public schooling from homeschooling, and I guess I had sort of forgotten how to make a good impression. I finally got out with some old friends at the bowling alley, but I slipped and fell backwards in one of the lanes when I tried to throw a ball far too heavy for me. =-u-=
Do you collect anything?

I collect a few things... kimonos, all sorts of other Japanese merchandise, especially erasers, and flowers.
Do you have any crushes on anyone?

Oh my! What a question. Well.... no. >.<
What's your favorite color?

A pale, light pink like the Japanese Blossom seen here!
What do you spend your time doing?

I spend my time on the internet, learning Japanese, going to high school, hanging out at the beach with friends, working at the flower shop, texting, listening to music, shopping online, and occasionally I'll read a good book.
Who's your best friend in the world?

My best friend is a girl named Kai. She's also a senior in high school, and we met the first day of third grade when she transferred to my school. She was the only person I kept contact with when I made the brief transition between school and homeschooling, and she welcomed me back in high school. We've got each other's backs through thick and thin; I'm also sort of friends with her older brother.
What's your occupation? Where do you work?

I work at the flower shop that my aunt started. I'm the manager there.
Do you always look so cute?

Awww, stop it. You're flattering me! Can you see the smile that you put on my face?
What's your talent that you're most proud of?

I'm sort of double-jointed, and I can put my foot behind my head. And you thought it was impossible!
Are you happy with who you are? Why or why not?

I would say that I'm relatively happy with who I am, yes I always have a smile on my face and I think sometimes it makes other people happy too. I seem relatively popular, I'm really happy with my family and my home, and that's just about it!
What are you interested in studying?

I'm really interested in studying women's studies, Japanese culture, or perhaps botany.
Where do you live?

I live on the island of Lani, Hawaii; the smallest inhabited island in Hawaii! I live in a cute little house, it reminds me of a cottage really, and I'm close to the beach around me on all sides!
Do you have any scars, birth defects, diseases, or mental conditions?

I have allergies, and I have a birth mark on the bottom left side of my stomach, but I don't have any large scars or mental illnesses.
What's your romantic fantasy?

Oh my gosh! Didn't we just meet? And you're already getting down to business I guess, haha. Well, my romantic fantasy is to get a kiss on Puu Pehe (Sweetheart Rock) on the very island that I live. It's pretty practical, don't you think?
Your favorite song? Who's it by? Why do you like it?

My favorite song is Happy by Pharrell Williams. I like it for the quick beat and the lyrics, since I'm generally pretty easygoing.
How do you feel about school?

I really like most of my classes. My favorites would have to be math (this year I'm taking Pre-Calculus), Career Search (helping me find out where I want to work and what I want to do!), and of course my lunch period, because I always go to a restaurant with friends. I don't really like my foreign languages class, Spanish, since they won't allow me to take Japanese as it isn't offered. The two languages are very different. I like most of my teachers too, and I get along with my classmates. However, like most people, I hate group projects and writing papers.
Do you have any pet peeves? Things that really irritate you?

Oh gosh, whenever people burp at the table, and especially when they don't say 'excuse me.' When people grab seven napkins and only use one or two. When people use mock-Asian accents and really just speak gibberish. Those are the only things that will really make me want to pick a fight with you.
Describe your immediate family.

I don't have any siblings or any cousins, but I do have a mom. You'll learn more about her if you read my history... she doesn't live with me because she's mentally unstable. My grandpa and grandma are both dead. I haven't heard much about my dad, but I think he either died in a car accident or moved away and left my mom. I live with my aunt and my uncle and substitute the titles 'mom' and 'dad' for them, and I never see any other family, which doesn't bother me much. My uncle is my mom's brother; that's how we're related.
Is there anything you're particularly scared of?

Oh my gosh, living in the islands you really have to learn to tolerate most bugs and small animals, and being scared of water and the ocean aren't even options. I'm really scared of becoming homeless and of bad storms like tsunamis and hurricanes. I'm also scared of failing my family.
A question from Davius... will you go on a date with me?

Sorry! I heard you're a player. I'm sure you're wondering where I got this information, but it's not hard to figure out. One look at you says it all, haha.

Personality: Generally, Lucier is giddy, pleasant, and agreeable. She always has a larger-than-life smile on her face, and it's not very often that she's upset. She doesn't sweat the small things and is definitely an optimist - the glass is half full. It's a rare occurrence that Lucier would ever shed a tear. She rarely cries, and she rarely argues, but she does have a tendency to be a grump sometimes. She loves practical jokes, actually she thrives off of them. One of her favorite pranks is to 'flamingo' someone's front yard: buy a large quantity of plastic pink flamingos and place them randomly in the yard of strangers in the wee hours of the morning. Lucier is very normally 'go with the flow.' It's not difficult to get along with her, and she'll talk to most people, but she doesn't build strong friendships with much of anyone. She has a secret desire to be alone most times at the shop, so a friend to hang out with isn't exactly picture-perfect for her. Lucier is really respectful and polite, and she loves meeting new people and talking to senior citizens. She likes taking hints of experience and hearing about history, perhaps why she took such a great interest in the Japanese woman that always came to her flower shop. She's not very adventurous and doesn't usually like to try new things, though adventure novels excite her because she can read them in the comfort and safety of her own home. She's not very heroic, nor is she good at proving her point, but she doesn't usually find herself in situations that either skill would be necessary. She's physically delicate but mentally very strong, and she can tolerate a lot of things. She doesn't delight in children very much, but enjoys socializing with adults quite a bit. She's interested in school and studying, and she focuses very well, though she has a hard time getting herself to sit still. She's a homebody and wouldn't like to travel to anywhere but Japan, and she's very self-sufficient and good at taking care of herself. Hardly anyone has a reason to argue with or dislike her, and most people don't take her too seriously but admire that she is unphased by nearly everything; she never loses her peace of mind or comes undone and has amazing self control.

History/Background: People say that I'm the happiest person they've ever met. It's ironic considering my background story. I guess I just occupy my time with distractions and spend as much time as I can working at the shop. I was born through a water birth; in a bathtub at an old apartment actually. My mom, my aunt, and my uncle were the only ones there. It was probably because our finances weren't too great and a hospital visit would cost a lot of money. My mom was on lots of prescription drugs because she had multiple mental illnesses. Her main problem was PTSD after some unfortunate psychological wounds were inflicted on her as a child. She also had insomnia and she talked to herself a lot. I say this because I've been told, not because I've ever seen it happen to her. The prescription drugs were far too much for her to pay and it was very obvious that she was in no condition to take care of a baby. For a short time, I went into foster care, while my aunt and uncle tried for custody of me. My aunt had found out just four months before I was born that she is unable to ever have a baby, and both my Uncle Gregory and Aunt Marcie loved and adored me and wanted to take me in. After a few court hearings and lots of paper document signings, I was practically their own child. My mom wasn't allowed visitation rights given her mental state, so I didn't really know anything about her growing up. My aunt and uncle took great care of me and since my toddler years, I have always called them mom and dad.

We actually live in Hawaii now, and I've always loved living on an island. Despite a few threatening tsunamis, there's not a lot of trouble here. I don't know if I'd say I'm an introvert or an extrovert, but I get along with almost everyone here. I never approach people first, but I'll talk to anyone at all. I've never actually left the island before, but I've always wanted to go to the country of Japan, just to stay for a little while. When I turned thirteen, I started helping my aunt around at her flower shop. She owns and manages the business by herself and it's my very favorite place to be. She grows, treats, and sells flowers - not bouquets, but potted plants. I loved talking to all of the customers and getting to know the islanders better. There was one older Japanese lady that always used to come by to buy pink flowers called hibiscus. She would share stories with me, mostly about World War II, but she would also talk about her daughter back home in Japan. She told me about their vending machines there, and they are pretty much the coolest things in existence. The vending machines have anything from underwear to jewelry to live lobsters to hamburgers in them! She also told me about traditional kimonos and traditional makeup; encouraged me to try pork buns, sushi, and mochi; and told me all about tourism and manufacturing there. I absolutely loved the woman, and she got me so interested in Japan that I started ordering kimonos and Japanese food online for myself, and teaching myself to speak Japanese with the aid of a program online. One day I'll go there. It's my biggest goal.

I did start to learn more about my mom when I was thirteen as well. I learned that she lives in a safe mental institution back on the continent of North America and in the United States, but she'll probably never be allowed to leave. We've talked on the phone a couple of times and I know my aunt sends her pictures of me growing up, but that's the extent of my contact with her.

As I mentioned earlier, I can get along with nearly anyone, and I actually have a huge group of friends. I've never been bullied or bullied anyone myself, but I was homeschooled at the flower shop for a few years in between elementary school and high school. When I turned seventeen this year, my aunt handed over the keys to the flower shop. I now own the business myself and following my graduation from high school, starting this summer I will work there full-time. People say they love coming in to see my bright face and that I'm always capable of making their day. I always have a smile on my face, and I can't really help that! I'm definitely what you could call a people person. ♥

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