Pound of Hope [Closed; mods please lock]

[Nawee]

Edited my form, it's now finished =3

[Jayfur101]

Kennel:P54
Section:Common Creatures
Name: Liekki (Finnish for "Flame")
Breed:Cat
Age: 7 moons old
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: She just seems to have this burning spirit...... and a pelt to match it. ^-^ I am hopefully going to start working on my newest graphic novel, "Burning echos", and I am looking for some more feline designs. It is quite hard to find quality ones! Plus, this cat will fit with my other character, Scorchedheart. <3 This cats design seems to have some effort put into it, and it isn't a bunch of random scribbles, but rather yet a design with a meaning..... Where as the animals personality is reflected in it's pelt, similar to a fursona (This pet won't be my Fursona!) Also..... I am drawn too all of iBrevity's cat designs.... ^-^;
Personality: Liekki is very withdrawn, and she trust no one but herself.
Dislikes&Likes:
History/Backround:
Art:
Other:

[BPeppers]

Kennel: P65
Section: Pound of Hope
Name: Alice
Breed: Anthro dog; maybe some wolf hybrid thrown in
Age: Twenty-two (human years)

Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: From the second I saw her, I knew her story. I knew we had a connection! She's unique and lovely, in every way possible. I love her already, and I'd love you forever if you'd let her enter into my life! Thanks so much. ^^

Personality: Alice is a very relaxed dog. There's a lot that calms her, and when something does, she lets it soak in, like a sponge. She can get annoyed very quickly, though. When she is told that she looks like someone from "Alice in Wonderland," she burns. Secretly, she enjoys it though. She loves attention, most of the time. She knows she's a star, just not an "Alice in Wonderland" star. That, she'll never be, even if she's told she must. She's an actress. She loves to act, and talk to people. Those are her hobbies. ^^

Dislikes:
*Broccoli (ugh)
*People who call her "Alice"
*"Alice" period.
*Trains (the noises freak her out)
*Clowns

Likes:
*Movies
*Actresses
*Down to Earth people
*Pineapple (MmmmMMM!)
*Doodling

History/Backround:

~~~Exert~~~

Alice was 3 when she decided to become an actress. It was her dream as soon as she began to talk. She used to prance around in costumes singing songs and reciting lines from "Teletubby" episodes and "Dora the Explorer." She loved both of those shows. Everyone thought she was adorable, and she continued doing those things for a while. Then, as she got older, she started to wear fancier, more stand-out clothes, until she found her style. Unfortunately, her style made her look like "Alice in wonderland." She was about 14 when people started to call her names like that.

Art: Will be made some! <333
Other: I would ADORE this character, with all my heart! Congrats to whoever she goes to!

WIP

[Sapphirescript]

Mmk Got it guys.
I know the whole repost is confusing. I just forgot if there was a code drop before that so it wouldn't be forgotten . Sorry bout that.

[Nawee]

I think Red October or Tiikeria keeps a list of form and she doesn't delete the one that weren't judge in past code-drop from the list.
I think.

[Desmond]

I think Red October or Tiikeria keeps a list of form and she doesn't delete the one that weren't judge in past code-drop from the list.
I think.

It's Octo. c: But yeah.

[Ebonpyre]

Kennel:
P55

Section:
Common Creatures

Name:
Burkhard (Bullet) Overbeck.
{Was named after a German uncle on his mother's side, hence the foreign name.}
{Was nicknamed by a friend in the war for his good aim as a sniper. Said friend died in the shrapnel that cost Bullet his leg, but the name either stuck or was purposely kept in memory of the man -perhaps both.}

Breed:
Mutt of unknown breeds, with both anthro and quad forms.

Age:
31 human years.

Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?:

I want this character because I have had in my mind for quite a long while the idea of this post-apocalyptic world and its gasmask-clad assassin, but not until I saw this character have I been able to imagine a distinct character design, personality, motive, or details for said world.

Now that I have seen this character, I simply cannot let myself sit back and not at least try. My life has been very busy lately, and though I have wrote down notes and put some begginings of a form, I doubted I would have the time. Bullet has sucessfully been on my mind, however, and I am making the time to try for his inspiring design and the character behind it.

His design is simple, yes, but to me meaningful - the emotion behind the character that I can't help but want to portray in writing.

As for the more important note of what I will do for him; I am a writer. As such -in addition to being a headmate-, he will be written about. In short stories I write up in notebooks when my thoughts won't let me sleep, in larger novellas, and, with luck, someday, a full-fledged novel. I am no artist, and don't have the trading skills to get many pets, but he will be another of those that will be the focus of my practice in drawings, and he will have ordered art. While most of my characters aren't RPed beyond a few one on ones, I can easily see Bullet fitting right into a RP on the forums.

There is a large writing project coming up this January, and if I win him, he and his family will be the main characters -with him as the Narrator.

I would continue to adore him as I do now.

Personality:

Bullet is an inspector, and over-analyser, a protector.

He has no set of clearly written morals to be painstakingly lived by but more of a ‘sense’ of right and wrong, impulsively making decisions as they are needed based on this ‘sense’. If it ‘feels’ right, he makes the proper plans and goes for it. If it ‘feels’ wrong, it would take a lot of convincing to get him to do it. A few phrases define his believes, however; ‘truth is better than tact’, ‘silence is golden’, and ‘don’t believe everything you hear’.

His biggest strength and biggest weakness are tied together in one thing; his devotion to his duty. Punctual, responsible, honest to his family and close friends. Said people close to him are the ones he devotes himself to, the only ones whose simplest thoughts and feelings would concern him, and the most vulnerable area in his life. His attempts to get his family to a more permanent haven are slowed down by his constant contact with them to make sure they are not found and linked to him.

If they were to be caught as bait for the ‘criminal’, he would have no choice but to take it.

Demonstrative expressions of emotional warmth and endearment are things that Bullet struggle with. Due to his putting aside irrelevant thoughts from others, difficulties sympathizing with strangers, and trouble expressing his own emotions, he often looks aloof; sometimes to the point of being cold and expressionless.

Despite many obstacles in expression emotions, expressing thoughts would be a different thing entirely. Blunt when speaking, always wanting all of his connections to share every scrap of information they have, no matter how useless it may seem.

He’s most comfortable and efficient when working with just the bare facts and a step-by-step approach to whatever problem he faces. He will not trust an idea unless he tries it with his own two hands. His inability to trust other people with plans is yet another mixed blessing.

His own determination at honesty leads him to be easily flustered by other’s inconsistencies and lack of commitment. Usually, though, he keeps these feelings to himself, though his wife can tell it well.

Patient, painstakingly careful at his tasks; would have been a good defender of the law if fate hadn’t turned him such a twist. Speaking of fate, he’s pretty superstitious; he doesn’t put too much on it, but he still has the habit of refusing to watch someone leaving until they’re out of view and the life.

Despite his missing leg, he’s a climber at heart. It’s his passion, and he’s come up with an…interesting…way to both get around his disability and use climbing in his job.

Loves children arguably more than adults. He has two little girls; one about seven years old, the other only two. Them and his wife are, quite simply, what he lives for; without them, he would still be recklessly fighting for the higher powers in some useless war.

To sum it up:
Responsible; private; caught in the moment; loner; painstaking; thorough; intolerant tendencies; perfectionist; organized; realistic; focused; dutiful; punctual; conventional; hard working; does not forgive easily; does not betray quickly.

Dislikes&Likes:

Likes-
Climbing. Loved it as a child -often jokingly called a mountain goat due to it-, missed it during the war, and enjoyed the challenge of getting back to it after his injury.

Structure. His responsibility leads him to like it when everyone knows their duties and follows them smoothly. He’s easily bothered by anything short of perfection in his plans.

Honesty.

Children. He has no trouble taking care of children and laughs more often around them than anyone grown. His own two children are most of the reason for this, however.

Spending time with his family.

Suburbs.

Being directly involved with tasks that need to be done.

Challenges.

Dislikes-
Beating around the bush. He hates the fine-print of society's promises, constant subletly, and refusal to get to the point.

Theories. Even more so if they're vague. He prefers a tried-and-true method to solve probelm

Running. This also applies to walking, though to a lesser degree - he never much liked it before his injury, but now that he needs a cane to walk, walking is a labor. Climbing and vehicle-based transportation are much more convenient for him.

His country’s government. This probably also applied to every form of goverment. He tries not to be judgmental...and fails. He has a deep automatic dislike for any politician or lawyer, despite him having been one previously.

Warfare. After his time on the battlefield -having been drafted into the army, ending his wilder teenage years-, he now hates war more than anything.

Water. Terrible swimmer before his accident, always hated it.

Fireworks. Ties in with aforementioned hate of warfare; fireworks were originally meant to resemble war sounds, and it works a bit too well for him.

Exaggeration. No flourish, no fanfare; Bullet dislikes over-exaggerating what he does, and so far it’s done him good –he’s remained, for the most part, out of the government’s focus.


History/Backround:

Forwarning:
Due to the inability to make the character a human, this entire setting takes place in an alternate universe. By that I mean that all things in this universe –from countries, specific events, even entire galaxies- are exactly the same as this universe, save for one difference; in this universe, there are no humans. There are the feral animals treated as animals are in our world today, as well as the anthros with the behaviour and mindset of the humans.

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The men move through the streets now without the plastered-on grins and arrogant strides they held before, stepping around the remains of things undistinguishable, gas masks strapped to their faces to hide against the waste that tainted the air and the sweet smell of death about them.

Those were the rulers of this country, the tyrants that had claimed their office what seemed at once to be only yesterday and a hundred years ago. No one could vote now; no democracy could flourish.

Here was where the American dream had, in his eyes, ceased being more than just that.

{Once upon a time, I was one of them.}

The year was 1217, and was approaching its end. Three years had passed since the ending of the war. Since the drop of the bomb that caused all this.

America had quite successfully brought themselves to ruins. The dead and dying had all but replaced the extravagant signs and the politician’s empty promises for reform.

All this information and more lay sprawled upon the pages that the man shifted through, all of it information he already knew, displayed bluntly, a defamiliarization of the reality he lived.

What it didn’t mention thought, was that those of suitable health – and with enough money lining their pockets, naturally- were abandoning this ruined land. Africa was desolate by now, without any life to speak of, South America withering away, and most of Asia blown to ashes by the bomb. Some countries still thrived; most of the European Union remained intact, Norway now pressured into their ranks, as well as the flourishing Australia.

All of these countries had long since turned a cold shoulder to the Americans. Not a single American was permitted within their borders, and finally the country was starting to pay for its lazy habits of commercialism and warmongering over the years.

They had run back to the countries they had declared independence against for the last time. This time, they were truly left to their ‘liberty’, to get themselves out of yet another mess of theirs.

The governments’ solution was a simple one; leave this polluted world behind.

Gliese 581’s orbiting planets was where the ambitious eyes had set their sights – the ‘super earth’. Twenty light years away, give or take a bit, was the distance to the planets, and if any living thing could ever make the hundred trillion mile journey, it would be hundreds of years and generations to get there.

Five different stations that he knew of he had discovered the information about were to be set off in the direction of the system. It would be cramped beyond belief; terrible living conditions, most likely with little or no ability to walk… but hey, survival was survival. Always had this species been able to lie and craft their way into staying alive, always it had gone unchallenged.

Aside from his initial thoughts, Bullet had a sinking feeling and a growing suspicion as he read; the same he felt every time he heard of these plans.

If the governments were so desperate for the most influential people to leave earth, something more was wrong with the planet than they were willing to say. The entire thing was a secret; preparing for the healthiest five couples to be the ones to start the chain and journey, without a single hesitation about leaving the rest of humanity to die.

From what he could tell, there were only two of the crafts in America that were not yet claimed, being prepared, or gone.

He was determined that, when the last one departed, he and his family would not be left behind.

Things moved at a rather odd pace in the middle of the battlefield. I felt no fear quite yet, felt nothing, thought nothing aside from four simple concepts; aim, fire, recoil, reload.

Rinse and repeat.

They were moving on us quicker, someone, somewhere, gave the command to fall back, and retreat we did. Nothing important registered during that time -seconds, minutes...I don't know; it all moved too slowly for me-. I noticed the greens and reds of the area around us and the flattened trail of dead grass the war machines had made.

A heard the high, banshee scream of the artillery sounded out behind me, felt a force slamming me into the ground. I felt a searing pain in my left leg, saw a shower of mud, flying bullets, and a shredded limb I only numbly realized was my own.

Nothing more.

"Don't ... don't let 'em take my leg."

The low slur was almost incomprehensible, the words at times running together, other times he paused, flickering closer to unconsciousness, before continuing. All of it was threatened to be drowned out by the steady, loud cracks of gunfire -a few hundred yards to the North, the other knew, though it seemed as if it was all around their fragile haven.

A third ducked around the area, breathing heavily with ears folded back, but relief showing on his face.

"Things are going well," he started between pants. "If this keeps up we'll-"

And then he saw the man's leg; mutilated from the knee down in a bloody mess of fur and blood, despite it being covered as best as possible with ripped clothing from his sleeve. He gave a low wistle, wincing -the corpsman crouched there, pressure on the main artery, ignoring the third completely.

"Do...not...let...them...take...my...leg," he was growling now, voice stronger, though shock was setting in; he was starting to shake, his blank eyes glazing over.

The words were ignored, the second and oldest of the three working with a desperate speed.

"Torniquet! Now!" He shouted to the third man over his shoulder.

The man drops down, places the thing above the wounded fellow's knee.

"Promise me!"

He was yelling again, shouting above the noises that surrounded them, close to passing out from the blood loss but insistent on staying awake until he was assured that they would not remove his leg. The two exchanged a glance -it was likely that the thing that could save his life would also kill the tissue of everything beneath it.

There was no chance to lie, however, before the man slumped backwards and was unconscious.

When I woke up, I almost did not notice the missing leg.

Notes for myself to be incorporated into story itself;
Lost leg in injury fighting; ripped by shrapnel. Soldier in the war that caused the apocalypse, it was where he lost his leg. It was amputated without his consent on the battlefield. He’s still bitter about it.

The bracelets/bracers/cuffs around his forearms have been modelled to contain claw like pieces of metal that will slide out at the press of a button. They curve downwards beneath his fingers from a wide piece of black metal about the shape of his hand, similar to the way a cat’s claws work. His single boot is also modelled to work the same way, the claws allowing him to dig into some places on the wall of a building and climb up them, even with his missing leg. The majority of civilization is dead or hospitalised, so he escapes notice.

The waste left from the bombs makes it increasingly difficult to breath, and any who breaths the air most likely dies of it. This is the reason he wears a gas mask constantly –as do his family-, and inhalation of the air from people too poor result in a lot of the sickness and death.

He got his tattoo and ear piercings when he was a teenager, and is embarrassed if anyone brings it up, even though he continues to wear the earrings.

His family currently lives in a sealed-in underground area, kept safe from the polluted air. Several others -wartime friends of Bullet, friends of his wife, and strangers who weren't too far off to be saved- live with them. Bullet hates that they have to be kept down there, but there is not enough money for gasmasks and filters for all of them. He visits the area often.

He cracks his knuckles a lot.
Art: None yet.
Other: The entire thing is a big WIP.

[SSQM]

Kennel: F17
Section: Freaks of Nature
Name: Bernardo
Breed: Cattle
Age: 2 nearing 3 (human years)
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: I've been thinking about a lot of characters in this thread and although I wanted many, this one called to me most as a plot bunny began to nibble at my mind. I will take good care of him and put him on my character site. He will be well-taken care of and loved.

Personality: Bernardo is slightly pacifistic, only fighting when needed or when he is forced to fight. Normally quite quiet, but not very shy, Bernardo will always let someone know how he feels about a situation through body language or small sounds of approval or disapproval. He does not anger very quickly, but can become annoyed or frustrated just as easily as any other bull. It may take some time for Bernardo to become angry simply because he dislikes his job, seeing as he is one of many fighting bulls in Barcelona, Spain.

Bernardo enjoys downtime in his pen simply because he prefers it to the acting his owners put him through. He can be sweet to children who come see him on tours through the stables, always known to lick their hands when no one is paying attention. He may seem indifferent, but he just hates his "job" and doesn't wish to fight. He would like to be somewhere peaceful, maybe on a farm or in a pasture, just enjoying the day.

Dislikes: Bernardo hates fighting, even though he was trained to do so. Also dislikes ignorant humans that think all bulls are wild and mean. His manager.
Likes: The color red. He also likes hay and other dried grasses, but his favorite snack are oats. Also likes a certain human named Marcelino (see history).

History/Background: They say I used to be killed in these kind of fights, that the crowd gathered above me wanted to see me killed. According to the men who have trained me, we've come a long way since the killing of my species. No one even gets hurt anymore, that this show is now censored enough so that even little children are admitted to come watch me battle with the men who try to get me to fight them.

Flashback "You see here, Bernardo, we used to kill your kind in this sport. People have since claimed it is inhumane to do so. Of course, now that some of us know you can speak our language," my manager paused, as if he expected me to prove it. He knows better that I don't like talking to them, even though sometimes I must. "The general population does not know, but we do. I hope you enjoy yourself here." He walked away after he put me in a pen. I snorted at him. It's not like this place behind the arena wasn't comfortable, it was the fact that he knew better than to be able to keep us all here. Oh well, at least I would be fed. End flashback

The roar of the crowd guided me to the arena. They still put me on a rope though, making it look like I was still a wild, untamable beast. As I passed into the arena, I started my act, making it look like I was so ferocious. If only I could stop, but apparently the humans have this saying that goes, "The show must go on." This wasn't my first fight, but for some reason, it felt like my last. I knew the matadore wouldn't hurt me, because he had been trained in his own way, but something inside me said that this was the last time I was going to put up with this.

"Announcing our new matadore, Marcelino Banderas, who will fight our first vicious bull today," I heard the announcer say. A new matadore, huh? So I am going up against a rookie. This fight might actually be fun. Even though they're trained, new matadores are only experienced enough to make me look invincible. It takes years to learn how to deal with my acting.

Stepping out of his side of the arena, Marcelino looked almost as enthusiastic about this situation as much as I was, and if you didn't pick up on this yet, I'm not very enthused about this in the slightest. The only good thing about this place is that it feeds me well.

"Hola, Bernardo. I heard that I would be fighting you today. I hope I do not mess up on my first time in the arena and hurt you," Marcelino bowed his head in respect as he came closer to me. Any matadore would never give a speech like this, especially not a new matadore. There were some older matadores who had been here for several years who would wish me good tidings, but other than those few, I would just normally get a nod from the matadore I was supposed to fight and then we would proceed.

After Marcelino gave the bow of his head, I was released from my ropes and left to wander as I pleased, I ran at Marcelino, and he was prepared for me as he sidestepped me when I got too close. I snorted, turning around and facing him again. I felt my hooves dig into the floor of the arena. The routine of this felt odd, maybe this was the feeling of fighting a rookie matadore. We didn't get new matadores that often anyway. That was probably the feeling.

"You can give me all you wish, Bernardo. You will not hurt me," Marcelino told me. I must have been standing near the wall for too long as I started to hear disapproving noises from the crowd. I charged again towards Marcelino. The crowd cheered again. That was better. I probably shouldn't have let my thoughts overwhelm me, seeing as I did have a show to perform, but I didn't want to go on with this fake fighting. I was tired of the mundaneness of the entire spiel. I chose not to charge again, I simply walked over to Marcelino and laid down on the ground. I wasn’t tired per sey, but I just didn’t want to fight anymore. I looked up to Marcelino who gave me a very puzzling glance.

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” I explained simply. I lay down like I was dying, signaling him to stage kill me. He kept giving me a most quizzical stare instead of “finishing me off.” He pulled back the confusion and said something I was very glad to hear.

“I don’t want to act like I’m killing you. I took this job because I thought it would be fun. Get up, my friend. We shall both walk out of here as the victors of this fight,” Marcelino gave me a small, warm smile. He stepped back from me as he gave me room to get up. I got up, looking at him happily, better than I had felt in a long time.

“Gracias, mi amigo,” I told him. He was kind. I’m sure, however, that we would never be paired for a fight again, I mean, if I was even allowed to fight again after a show like that.

We both walked out of the arena towards my pen, he had his arm on one of my shoulders. It felt nice to have a human friend. I knew they were not all bad. I could feel the stares of the dumbfounded crowd in the arena. They were not expecting that kind of show, but I’m sure the next fights would make up for what just happened between Marcelino and myself.

~~~

Later that night, I heard the rattling of my cage opening. Why would someone want to talk to me this late at night? I had already gotten chewed out by my manager. My keeper, who normally gives me my hay and water, told me that I did not make the right decision today in the arena. Other people had stopped by as well to tell me I did terribly, but I didn’t care. They didn’t care about the real me. Even some of the other bulls told me off. So who was this coming into my pen?

“Buenas noches, mi amigo. I’m sorry for waking you., but I’ve come to take you away from here,” Marcelino stepped into my pen with my leading ropes. I stood groggily, but I stood nonetheless. He was taking me away from here. Where would he take me? As if he could read my mind, he answered me.

“Don’t worry, I can see it in your eyes. I own a nice pasture. You will be well taken care of, rather than staying here where you are obviously misunderstood. If you are worried about me, well, I’ve already been fired. So let’s leave here, Bernardo,” Marcelino knew me rather well for only working with me once. He must be good with other animals like me.

I nodded, stepping forward, letting him put the ropes on me. This would be a great change of pace. I could tell I would like my new life with my new owner, Marcelino. Finally someone understood that all bulls don’t fight.

Art: I wish.
Other: School internet is being weird, so if there are any errors, I'm sorry that I couldn't come back to completely fix them, but my form is as of now, complete.

[kiizmit]

Kennel:
F25
Section:
FON
Name:
Deepika (Little Light)
Nickname:
Pik
Breed:
Deer, unknown which type.
Age:
Impossible to say, can be anywhere from newborn to a few hundred years old depending on where in her life you meet her.
Why do you want this animal? What will you do for this animal?:
I am not sure why out of all the animals here I clicked with this one. I think her slightly more unusual species is part of the reason though so maybe that explains it. As for what I will do for her, well as soon as I have the right sort of pets to pay for it I will get her some art and I will definatly be continuing her story. But for now I will be giving her a home.
Personality:
Pik's personality has changed over time. When she was a young fawn Pik was content to stay at home. It wasn't until she was a few years old that she developed a need to move almost constantly. But a few things have always stayed the same about Pik including her constant need to be near another animal, an animal of any sort. Another thing that has never changed is her complete and total honestly. For some reason Pik finds it almost impossible to tell a lie which has led her to become one of the most trusted animals in the region but her honesty can be a bad thing too as if she gets asked a question about another animal then she cant lie and sometimes secrets get revealed that were better of being hidden.
Dislikes:
Wolves
Pik absolutely despises wolves, she see's them as pointless animals and would like nothing more than to give them a good firm kick in the rear. Some childhood events may have influenced this but it cannot be proven.
Impatientness
Pik cannot stand impatient animals, she see's no difference between leaving immediately and in a few minutes. In fact she sometimes slows down just so the impatient person must also slow down.
Likes:
Humans
Pik likes humans, well most of the time. She dislikes hunters of course but other humans she doesn’t mind, she will quite happily graze near them if she needs to and she will even sometimes allow the children to approach her.
Herds
Pik likes being around hers, she finds it comforting to know that she is not alone and sometimes she will go miles of her path just to catch up with a herd even if she has never met any of them before.
History/Background:
(Warning Flashbacks in **)
Pik ran through the trees. Her short legs pounded at the ground as the hot breath of her pursuer flitted onto her back. She kicked out a little in fear and heard a satisfying crunch before she put on a burst of speed again. This all felt so familiar.
**
The young fawn wobbled a little as she walked, the scents and sights all around her were so new and so strange but she recognised one and gently wobbled her way towards it. The immediately familiar scent of her mother filled her as she gently fed. Then with a happy sigh she settled down for a rest, but it wasn’t to be. Suddenly the tallest of the male deer through up his great head and bellowed a warning and as one the herd began to move. Pik was knocked to her feet and felt herself being pushed together with the other young deer as an odd howling noise erupted into the night. Instincts made her cry out a little but she felt the warm fur of her mother against her side.
"Don’t be afraid little Pik, my little light. Don’t be scared" whispered her mother as the wolves approached. Pik nodded bravely and heard her mother mutter "Be ready to run, the herd will all move and you must move with them".
**
Art:
Other:

WIP

[! october]

Thank you to those of you who've let me know which character you've chosen to go for. ^^

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(Jelli) viewtopic.php?f=58&t=214724&hilit=forms&start=930#p7563934

P28:
(ravenstella) viewtopic.php?f=58&t=214724&hilit=forms&start=1090#p7747352

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