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[Cerestes]

Username: Cerestes
Kennel Number: 85
Use: Art (Digital, Traditional, possibly plushies and sculptures and paintings), Short Stories

- About the character -
Name:
Gender: Female
Species and/or specific breed: Dragon/Goat/Wolf Hybrid (Will think of species name later? :'D)
Personality:
History/Background:
- Other information -
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]:
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[heckhoundz]

Username: maple.leaf
Name: Zander [ you may change this ]
Gender: Male [ you may change this ]
Breed/Species: Demon wolf
Preferences and Requirements for adoption:
- Please use him and love him
- PM me once you adopt him, i'd like to know who ends up with him
- If no longer wanted, please return him to me
Lineart Link, design credits, etc.: I don't know who originally designed him, sorry
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Username: maple.leaf
Name: You may choose
Gender: Male [ you may change this ]
Breed/Species: Wolf
Preferences and Requirements for adoption:
- Use and love him
- Please return him to me if no longer wanted
Lineart Link, design credits, etc.: I don't know who designed him, sorry
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by unknown by waxynear @ dA by unknown
Username: maple.leaf
Name: Kataru [ please don't change ]
Gender: Female [ please don't change ]
Breed/Species: Wolf
Preferences and Requirements for adoption:
- Use her and love her
- PM me if you've won her, I want to know who ends up with her
- Do not trade or sell her without my permission
- Return her to me if no longer wanted
Lineart Link, design credits, etc.: I don't know who made the art, but I designed her
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[SabrinaB]

Username:

Hey, I am SabjeBammie. But feel free to call me Sabje or Sab I love characters! And I love art. I love animals. I simply love everything when I see characters
Alright, back to reality. I love animals and characters. I go to school 3 days a week, and 2 days a week I work in a store as an intern It's nice to do.
And while I'm at school, I'm often on CS, doing art etc. But luckily, my grades don't suffer from the distractions

Kennel Number:

Brandon can be found in kennel number 296. He seems pretty lonely, I hope I can cheer him up.

Use:

Brandon will be used as a character, among with my other characters on my weebly. Once I decided how, who and what, I'll write stories about them
He will get more art and will be loved. He'll have friends to hang out with. Maybe I'll even add him in my signature or avatar I recently started with animated images, I might give it a try
If I win, he'll be added to my succes story thread.

Name:

At the moment his name is Takumi. But his previous owner, Foxtrot55, didn't mind name changes. I didn't feel a connection with the name, so I decided to call him Brandon. I am not sure why though. Brandon has no special meaning to me or anything. I just looked at his picture and thought: 'that is what a Brandon looks like'.
I think it suits him. It sounds a little dark, mysterious... And yet a little elegant too. Brandon, the perfect name for him

Gender

Brandon is male, and will Always remain male. The previous owner prefered it, and the way Brandon looks and the part he will have in the stories he will Always remain male. He doesn't look female...

Species

Brandon is a wolf and he will stay a wolf, as the previous owner requested. Normally I am not that fond of wolves, but lately every nice character I see is a wolf ^^. Turns out I found out I actually love them. Funny how things can work out I love wolves and I didn't even knew it.

Brandon is a rather stubborn wolf. He doesn't do things he doesn't want to do, no matter how hard you try to force him to. He will only get angry if you keep pushing him.
He may sound like a angry guy, but he is not. Actually he is pretty easy going. He doesn't mind many things, as long as he doesn't really dislike it. He mostly likes to watch others having fun from the side, not joining in. He doesn't feel like being the center of attention. Most of his life he has been a loner, maybe that is why he feels uncomfortable in the spotlight...
Brandon is a little quiet as you might have already realized. He taught to shut himself off from everything, he learned himself to ignore his emotional side. Whoever came close to him ended up hurting him or letting him get in trouble. It's easier for him to have shallow friendships, then one close friend who might betray him.
Brandon had a little breakdown, he couldn't handle it anymore. He joined a special group to make himself usefull (more details in his history). He never really felt in place anywhere, but this group was just what he needed. But it was dangerous work, he had to pretend to be a bad guy sometimes. He caused some trouble, but nothing too serious. It often got him into trouble...
But that dark side made him aprriciate his freedom more. Every dark cloud has a silver lining, that statement really describes Brandon. He Always sees the good in every sitiuation and never gives up.
He can be charming for the ladies, a real gentleman. He is very polite to them, Always caring, Always loving it to listen to their stories.
He loves kids, he often likes to play with them and learn them new things. Brandon can be pretty curious, inventive, has good stamina. He loves to run long distances, find new places, make new, shallow friends. Most of the time he travels alone, and he loves it.

Brandon was born with 3 sisters and 1 brother. He never knew his father, he was gone when Brandon and his siblings were born. He had a pretty normal childhood, though he's Always been diffrent. His brother and sisters were playing a lot together, while Brandon sat on the side, watching and thinking. He never liked playing around, he needed something to do.
He grew older and looked like a mean, grumpy guy. He never was, but it was just the way he looked.
Brandon's sisters avoided him when he started looking as a tough guy. They found him scary, it was safer to stay away from him. His brother didn't mind that much, he still cared for Brandon. It could be because they were the only two males of the Household, maybe it was just a regular guy-thing. But their friendship as brothers stayed close.
But sadly Brandon needed more. He felt misplaced; he felt like an outsider.
He couldn't hande it anymore, he had to go. He needed a challenge, he needed something usefull to do with his life. He wanted to help others, to show his appearance may me mean looking, but that the Brandon under that fur was kind and helpfull, that he wasn't mean at all.
He joined a special group who stops mean, cruel persons. Sort of CIA. He worked a lot undercover, he even had to leave his family behind. His appearance helped him a lot with his job.
Untill they found out who he really was and what he did. They got him good, putting him in a celler with a chain around his backleg. They were away for a big job. Somehow Brandon managed to get out by breaking the ring of the chain, and managed to get them all busted in the middle of their crime. He went into a forest to calm down and think, when he met Aero. Aero didn't like him and acted agressive, but Brandon stayed calm, wondering what was wrong with this stranger.
When Aero finally calmed down they started talking. Slowly they became friends, which surprised them both. Brandon tries to keep Aero in a good mood, while Aero tries to help Brandon with his job.
Aero took him home to meet me. At first his appearance scared me, but then he showed his true self; polite, helpful, and kind. He was so friendly to me...I've rarely met a guy like him. He honestly stole my heart...

Likes:
Poetry
Stories
Dreaming
Inventing new things
Having friends
Flirting
Listening

Dislikes:
Fighting
Being in the spotlight
Pink
Ribbons
Flowers in his hair
Fruits
Vegetables

Brandon: "Gosh, I hate that chain around my leg..."
Aero: "Really? It actually looks kinda cool."
Brandon: "Can be, but I don't like it."
Aero: "You'll get used to it. Besides, ladies love it."
Brandon: "Really?"
Aero: "You bet! Like a scar, only better."
Brandon: *snickers* "How do you know? You don't seem to have a lot of friends."
Aero: "Hey, that is my own choice. but I do know what ladies like. The only thing missing is an Earring."
Brandon: "Whoah, I am not having my ear pierced!"
Aero: "I know, but it would make you look a lot cooler to the ladies."
Brandon: "I'll do it, if you put a pink bow on your head."
Aero: "..."
Brandon: *smiles* "I rest my case."

Dear everyone who reads this,

I have a few small things to say, and it somewhat makes me feel like I won an Oscar...
First of all, thank YOU for reading my form
I want to thank the judges for reading my form, I hope you enjoyed it.
Since Brandon is a little dark, mysterious character I choose Scar from the Lion King to decorate his form. Though Brandon is not the bad guy, luckily!
I also want to thank Foxtrot 55 for donating him to the SCAA so I have the chance to apply for this amazing guy.
If I win him, I promise, with a hand on my heart, I won't let him collect dust. I'll take good care of him. And if I ever decide to give him a new home I'll let Fox know, or give him back to SCAA.
Again, thank you for reading, it must be a lot of work to read all these forms. I hope you enjoyed mine

Sabje

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[SabrinaB]

Design (C) Potato., Lines (c) Panacea

Username:

Hi, my name is SabjeBammie, but feel free to call me Sabje. I'm an animal lover and I'm starting to consider myself a character hoarder. Though I won't let them collect dust.

Kennel Number:

Poor little Damian can be found in kennel number 347. He looks sad, and I want to make him smile again!

Use:

Damian will be a character on my Weebly, and I'll write stories about him. I really love horses, but sadly I don't have many horse characters. Time for some more And since this one looks really nice I'd love to take him home with me.
I'll only change the name, his gender and breed will stay the same out of respect for his previous owner, {Internal Blackout}.
If I win he'll be added to my succes story thread too.

Art by me

Name:

This lovely guy, currently known as Zilan, will be renamed to Damian. I just think it suits him more. Damian sounds like a name for a guy who's a little shy. That name just sounds like someone who hides in the corner and doesn't like being the center of the attention. I have no idea why I chose this name...I just liked the sound of it.

Gender:

Damian is male (so a stallion), and he will Always be male. Not only because the previous owner wanted that, but also because I have the feeling he's male when I look at him.
I can't make him female, it just doesn't feel right... Nope, he's male!

Species:

Damian is a pureblood Mustang. The previous owner gave permission to change it, but I want to keep him a Mustang out of respect to his parents.

Theme Song:

Two Steps From Hell - Magic of Love
This music was my inspiration while making this form. It calms me down, it makes my imagination go wild...
It really suits his personality and history, as you will find out soon

Lines by BronzeHalo @DA, colored by me

Damian is a strong stallion with a strong mind. He knows what he likes, but don't think he is stubborn. He's a pretty smart guy. Since he still is pretty young he has a lot of energy. Now he's a stong adult and very pridefull of himself. He likes to hold his head up high, looking like a king.
Damian likes to run around the grasslands, or gallop through the sea - he loves letting the water splash up all around him. He is quite fast, though he's no match for a thouroughbred. But he is much more atletic. He can turn around with great ease, stop in a second if he's running forward at full speed.
He cares a lot of others, and he cares a lot of what others think of him. His reputation is everything to him, so he tries to do his best in everything he does.
He is a very understanding stallion. He's Always willing to listen to his friends. Their stories fascinate him, as he can listen to them for hours. He wants to help with his friends' problems by finding solutions to them, or just offering a shoulder to lean on.
Sometimes he feels a little grumpy. Then he won't bother others with his mood-swings, he'll just go somewhere where he can be alone. He prefers to be around water, since looking at the waves calms him down.
Damian doesn't like animals bigger than himself. Maybe these animals intimidate him...maybe he just finds them arrogant...but no one really knows, since he doesn't like stating his inner emotions.
Damian is not an open book. Anyone can talk to him and anyone can ask him for help, but he won't let things get personal, due to his stand-offish nature. He doesn't want strangers to get too close to him. He needs to know them better first, else he's afraid they'll just hurt him.

Lines by BronzeHalo @DA, colored by me

Damian was born on a nice, large farm. There were lots of other horses around him, and lots of other foals to play with. He had lots of fun with them by playing games, have running competitions, making bets, etc...
Something was missing, so he went his own way to find something new. He set off on a journey to find some other place to stay.
He ran into Jester and Daquan after a few days of walking.

Jester looked at Damian, a little curious. "What are you doing here, all alone?" he asked.
"I am looking for my own place to live," Damian answered, holding his head up with pride as he looked at the big, strong stallion before him.
They each stated their names, feeling comfortable around each other already.
"Why don't you come with us?" Daquan asked. "We have some friends who would love to meet you."
Damian looked at Daquan, a little curious. "Your friends? I can't wait to meet them!"
Jester smiled. "Then come with us!"
Damian hadn't realized that Daquan was so fast - he got to their destination before Damian did! After a sprint, they got to a nice field with a lake. While there, Daquan introduced Damian to Shanarah, [img=http://sabjebammie.weebly.com/ice-storm.html]Ice Storm[/img], Tobi and Wellington. At first Damian was a little shy, since he wasn't used being among so many strangers.
Luckily Shanarah's warm personality made him feel comfortable very easily. She was very kind and understanding to him; she even got him something to eat! He liked Wellington, seeing himself in him. Wellington was also quite pridefull of himself. After a few minutes of talking Wellington became Damian's rolemodel.

Ever since he arrived he had lots of fun and lots of new friends. His closest friends are Jester and Daquan. But if he feels sad he prefers to go to Noth Star. She listens to him, then she manages to make him smile again.

Damian misses his parents, but found something else: a family. His parents have Always been good to him by giving him lots of love and they thought him all he had to know. But his new family feeled diffrent.They are his friends, but if he needs them they feel like a true family. He can tell them anything and he doesn't have to worry about them gossiping around.
He has the time of his life, running around with his friends, having lots of fun. I don't think he ever wants to leave again.

Art by me, animated by me

Likes:
Running
Having fun
Listening to music
Swimming
Showing off
Making jokes

Dislikes:
Meat
Fish
Owls
Tattoos
Arrogant people
Critique

Jester: "So, do you like it here?"
Damian: *laughes* "Like it here? I LOVE it here!"
Jester: "Good. You've grown a lot since you came here for the first time."
Damian: "Uhu, I am an adult now."
Jester: "How about going to a bar? have a few drinks, looking at ladies..."
Damian: "Nah, I'll pass. I have a date."
Jester: *surprised* "Seriously? Who is the lucky lady?"
Damian: "Her name is Dana. She is so wonderfull to see... She is the love of my life."
Jester: "How many dates have you two had?"
Damian: "This is our seventh date. Hey, I've gotta run! See you tomorrow!" *runs away*
Jester: *smiling* "Gosh...he's had more dates than me!

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Lines by Horsy1050, colored by me

Hello all who reads this,

First of all thank you for stopping by. I just want to tell that when I started this form, I liked Damian. He looked natural, quite nice and simple. I like that.
Now I finished the form and added the art I realized how much I really love him. Again, at first I only liked him. I was like: 'hm, he's nice... Might as well try out.'
I admit, there was no big connection. I had the idea I might donate him back after a while.
But now I am finishing the form I realize how much I love him. I love him a lot and I don't want to let him go, ever. He took a special place in my heart and I am not planning to let him leave again.
I really love Damian and I hope I can take him home. Soon I'll mate Dana, his future girl ^^

Thank you for reading and considering me, I hope. It must be hard to read all these forms.skeletalsystem

[SabrinaB]

Art and design by Ocean_Sapphire

Username:

Hi, I am SabjeBammie. I fell in love with this guy and I'd love to take him home!

Kennel number:

Desmond can be found in kennel number 5.

Use:

I am planning to use him as a main character. I've been looking for a design like this, but somehow I never like the designs I make myself. I like them, but the connection just isn't there... This design is just what I was looking for! I want to give him more art, write stories about him and my other characters, give him lots of love! And I might even use him in my avatar I have Tobi as avatar for a while, it's time for something new

Name:

His current name is Sebastian, but I want to rename him Desmond. I really like the name, I have been keeping it in my head for a guy like this

Nick name:

His nickname will be Des or Dessy.
*Desmond coughs* "Excuse me, some also call me Oliver."
Why is that?
"I have no idea, they just do. I don't mind, it's also a pretty name."

Genger:

Male. His gender won't ever change.

Orientation:

Desmond will be bisexual. I have Always wanted a character who is diffrent from the rest. Since he looks nice and diffrent from my other characters I thought it would be nice to have him bisexual.

Birthday:

Desmond is born June 16th. My best friend was born that date, but sadly we lost contact a few years after I moved quite far away from her. This way I will honor her

Species:

Desmond is a Bobcat.

Theme song:

Call for Heroes

Overall mood
In general Desmond is Always happy. He doesn't like being in a bad mood, he's afraid it will scare his friends off. Sometimes he feels a little down, but doesn't everyone at times? He then withdraws himself untill he's happy again

Caring
To Desmond his friends mean the world to him. His friends go before his own needs; they can find him for hlp 24 hours a day. He loves his friends and he's Always there fot them.

Determind
Desmond has a strong determination. Once he has set a goal he'll do anything he can to acchieve his goal.

Stubborn
Sometimes he can be a little stubborn. He often wants things to happen his way, or not doing it at all. If he doesn't like it he just won't do it. No matter how kind you ask, he just won't do it.

Relaxed
Desmond is a pretty relaced guy. He's not easily stressed. If he is stressed he meditates to calm down again.

Honesty
Desmond is Always honest. He doesn't like liars. He is willing to give liars a second chance, but there won't be a third one. He never lies himself, unless it is a harmless lie. He considers asking someone to go to their house for a drink and there will be a big surprise party a harmless lie.
Sometimes he lies to take the blame, but he doesn't like doing it. He is not a good lyer, so most can easily see when he's not telling the truth.







Oh hey, nice to meet you! I am Desmond, but you can call me Des or Oliver. Would you like some tea or cookies?
Why don't I tell a story while you are here? The story of my life... Alright, it's not that much, to be honest. But you might enjoy listening to it.
I was born 15 years ago in a peacefull village. My dad wasn't there when I got born. He's not dead, I jsut never met him and didn't hear much about him. I've heard he's been honest en trustworthy, but again I've never met him. I don't even know where he is or why he wasn't there. My mother never wanted to talk about it.
My mother was a calm, relaxed longhaired bobtail. Shiny black fur, a white chest and a white triangle on her face. The top of her tail had a white dot. She looked wonderfull, and her fur was so soft... It lelt like a kitten's fur.
My mother was a very sweet bobtail. Patient, understanding, warm; everything you wish to see in a mother. She raised me the best she could.
I felt like going my own way when I was 13 years old. I have been traveling around for months. You'd think it was hard, but it wasn't. I could hunt for food pretty easily, I Always found a good place to spend the night.
I met a guy on my journey. He said his name was Puc. We hung out together, causing some trouble. You know, throwing over trashcans, annoy some dogs, sing very loud in the middle of the night. Puc is a very funny guy!
He asked me to stay for a while, and I agreed. We had a lot of fun.
Only downside is that I am bisexual. I'm afraid to tell him, afraid I'll scare him off. He's my best friend ever, but I am not in love with him. But if I'd tell him I'm a bisexual... I have no idea how he will react to it. I've heard it scares most guys away, and I don't want to lose my best friend.








Likes:
Running
Having fun
Listening to music
Pulling pranks
Causing a little trouble
Making jokes
Dislikes:
Fish
Bugs
Birds
Tattoos
Unfairness
People who Judge me
Desmond: "Puc, do you have a minute?"
Puc: "Yeah, sure. What's up?"
Desmond: "I want to tell you something... I want to make a confession..."
Puc: "Sounds pretty serious. Why don't you sit down?"
Desmond: "I... I am bisecual, Puc."
Puc: *Looks at Desmond* "And now you want to marry me and move to a palace?"
Desmond: "No! I think you are my best friend, but I don't love you that way."
Puc: *laughs* "I was just teasing ya, sorry."
Desmond: "So... Do you hate me now? Or think I'm weird or scary?"
Puc: "No way! You've Always been weird, but that's why we are friends! I don't Judge you for it, you're still the same. Unless you have some secret identity you never told me about."
Desmond: *laughs* "No, it's really me."
Puc: "Great! Let's get something to eat now."


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[horchata]

Username:
KitKat~

Kennel Number:
1

Pets Name:
Falter, kept at request of previous owner.

to hesitate or waver in action, purpose, intent, etc.; give way: Her courage did not falter at the prospect of hardship.
to speak hesitatingly or brokenly
to move unsteadily; stumble.

to utter hesitatingly or brokenly: to falter an apology.
the act of faltering; an unsteadiness of gait, voice, action, etc.
a faltering sound.

Nicknames
None in particular.

Pets Age
23 years old- quite young considering the animals where he is live to the age of a typical human.

Pets Gender
Male, kept at request of previous owner.

Pets Species
Mexican Grey Wolf

Birth-date
30th September, 1816

Zodiac symbol
Libra (The Scales) ♎

Rank
Senior Crewman
Responsible for the components of a ship's hull, the boatswain often supervises other crew members of a lower rank than him, but Senior Crewmen of a pirate ship tend to not stand around supervising. Falter is one of three Senior Crewmen on the ship and prefers helping out in duties requiring physical participation. He helps out others on the ship when they're struggling and generally helps keep everything run smoothly while helping the Captain plan attacks.

Personality
Determined and Devoted
Once Falter sets his mind on something, there's very little anyone can do to deter him from achieving his goal. Promises are always upheld and fulfilled, and the only time he's failed to keep to a promise was when he died. He was resurrected later, but is forever working towards completing his ultimate goal- and that is, of course, the oath he stated all those years ago, even if it may seem impossible. He's committed to helping friends and anyone that begs for his help, though that's one of his very few weaknesses. He still often uses brute force and bribery to get what he wants- he is a pirate, after all, and plans to spend all his years sailing the open seas. He's killed many a man and knows he'll never have a clear conscience, but doesn't regret anything.

Strategic and Sly
Despite showing his soft side on occasion, he is still a bad guy, and thus has enough brains to execute difficult robberies or defeat strong opponents. Much of the treasure stored in the deep cellars of the ship he inhabits has been obtained with his genius plans, earning him the title of Senior Crewman. Before the Captain recruited him he pickpocketed passerby and stole from the markets held at the water's edge. He was never caught, fortunately, though he was being watched by the soldiers in the area who had suspicions he'd been an accomplice in a large robbery of the bank when he left to become a pirate. He has no regrets about leaving his parents, as his loving father was lost at sea and his mother was a horrible woman.

Thoughtful and Patient
At least, as understanding and patient as a typical pirate can possibly be. He's more than willing to show novices how to go about their duties but becomes increasingly annoyed if they don't catch on fast. He tends not to jump to conclusions and often has to calm his frantic Captain, who's favourite phrases are 'Time fer yer to walk th' plank!' and 'Atta-a-ack!'. He doesn't rush in to things and is one of the more co-operative Pirates, though he's stubborn once his mind is set on something- his decisions are something of an ultimatum, though they tend to be reasonable.

Stubborn and Mischevious
If the Captain barges out of his private room one day, rambling about a missing pastry or pie, all eyes shift secretively to Falter- but they can't pin any accusations on him, as he's always a step ahead, brushing the crumbs out of his fur merely moments after he's wolfed down his prize down in the orlop - the lowest part of the ship where the storage is - at the first light of day. His stubborn nature is, in most cases, one of his more bothersome traits, though when he stands up for people it's most certainly an asset.

Confident and Charming
He certainly has a way with the ladies, as with most pirates, and is very confident in not only this area but others. He isn't over-confident or headstrong, but he'll rarely step down from a direct threat or fight. He has the ability to make women swoon at a glance from his blank green eyes and a seductive wink, as displayed above. He is courteous and polite at the beginning though, and would never take advantage of a fine woman. He isn't easily distracted by them, however, and tends to turn down most advances and flirts, being more like his father than his mother.

Use
I fell in love with Falter when I first saw him and ideas for his background immediately started forming in my head. I love pirates and couldn't turn down an opportunity to apply for the first member of my 'crew', which I'll probably write many stories about. He'll have his own background improved on, of course, including a possible full-length story about his parents, child-hood, thefts and his adventures aboard the Ship, which I haven't come up with a name for yet. I'll order tons of art for him and will give him an accessory or two- maybe a few red or green pirate bandanas or the occasional eye-patch- an earring could work too. I'll enjoy working on this character if I win him, for sure. Man, I love all the characters Whisky's donated I swear xD


Blood spilt and old friends
I woke up one morning aboard the Ship, squinting to adjust my eyes to the sunlight filtering through the floral curtains and casting shadows on the pieces of wooden furniture around me. Hang on a minute- floral curtains? I stretched my eyes open fully and looked around, before remembering the Ship was tied to the docks and my crew and I had taken refuge in an Inn. The hunger in my stomach hit me almost immediately and I scrambled out of bed. "Good morning," a young lady chirruped, scuttling in. "Can I get you something to eat?" I paused. It was almost as though I recognised her. "Uh.." "Okay, I'll be waiting for you in the kitchen. I washed and ironed your clothes, if that sits well with you," she continued. She had such a- well- a voice different from mine. She didn't slur and produced every word cleanly and accurately. If my Captain had said something like that- well, I couldn't really picture him saying anything remotely similar to that. "G'mornin, now git yer lazy butt o'er here an' help me plan someth'n', food can wait, y'hear?" That sounded more like it. I realised the woman was still standing there as these thoughts had gone through my head. "Err.." I gave her a slight, curt nod, which seemed enough for her. She whirled around, her silky brown hair perfectly straight. I know her from somewhere... but where?

"G'mornin', yer lazy lump o' bones. Tis eight in th' mornin'!" Captains familiar slurred voice greeted him as I entered the dining room. I fought the urge to sigh. It was the longest sleep-in I'd had in a while, and it felt good. "Have you made your decision yet?" She- the girl from before- asked again politely, appearing at the door-frame. "I.." "He's not really th' breakf'st type," the Captain butted in. I just nodded, tired of trying to construct a vaguely intelligent sentence to supply her with. "Oh well, I'm sure you'll work up an appetite. How long are you staying?" "Only a few days, I have th' longin' to git back out on th' open seas already!" the Captain said sadly. "Ah well, there's lots to do here in the town of Tallun," she said comfortingly. "For one- lots of rest!" He rubbed his hands together. "Now tha' sounds like a plan, woman!" She just smiled- I wondered if she was used to such unusual guests. Pirates weren't usually welcomed around- well, anywhere, really. "I'd love some o' that sleep," I forced out. It sounded awkward and I knew it. The woman gave me a glance and grinned. "Oh, I thought a cat had gotten your tongue!" "Well, now ya know. He's quite th' stubborn li'l bilge rat once ya get to know 'im. A bit of a flirt, arr." He gave a wink. "Oh." She blushed, spun around and headed determinedly into the kitchen. "Where's everyone else?" I asked once she'd gone. "Ah, out about town, robbin' banks no doubt," his Captain grinned, flashing his glinting gold tooth.

I set out a little after that, savouring the feel of grass, gravel, dirt and stone under my paws. I somewhat longed for the soft feel of it under my feet, but had become accustomed to the wooden planks of the ship. I was just about to turn down the path and head towards the docks to see the boat when a fluttering poster stuck to a stone wall caught my eyes. I ripped it off and my eyes widened. There was a terribly-illustrated WANTED poster for a wolf with a green cap, green eyes, black fur and tan outlines. It was me.

After disposing of the shredded poster in a bush, I padded down the hill and came across the 'black market' of the place. I scanned the items on a stall's bench nearby and picked up a smooth gold pendant. "Will y' be payin' fer that merch'ndise?" A voice growled at me. The big, burly stall-owner appeared. "Uh.. what?" "I said, will y' be payin' fer that merch'ndise?" He said, sounding increasingly annoyed already. I noticed a dagger glinting at his side. So this town was used to pirates. "Sure," I mumbled, chucking a doubloon in his direction. He gave me the pendant in return and I went hurridly on my way. I wasn't sure I particularly liked this place, particularly considering everything here seemed so.. familiar. Why was my face on a WANTED poster? I was sure I'd never set foot in this town, and no other crew-members of mine had their poorly-illustrated faces on pieces of old paper. I wasn't sure who I could trust in this town, particularly as the bottom of the poster read 'LARGE REWARD'. I'd have to do some investigating..

"Whas tis?" Captain snarled, slamming another WANTED poster down in the table in front of me. "I dunno," I insisted. "I've never set foot on this town! I was gonna ask 'round..." "Don' do that now," he said exasperatedly. "They'll pin yer down 'n call the author'ties down 'ere. 'Big reward'? Whatddya do?! An', more import'n'tly, whatddya do without me?!" "Nothing," I growled. "I have no idea what this' all 'bout." The woman appeared at the door and glanced at the WANTED poster. "What do you mean, you don't know why it's there?" "Uh..." I stared at her, suddenly unsure of what to say. "You're the masked thief, aren't you?" "The masked thief? Who on earth is that?" Her eyes widened and she pointed at some chairs at the living room. "You better sit down.. I suppose I have some explaining to do." I slipped off the chair and followed her, wondering with a slight sense of dread what she had to tell me.

"The masked thief comes to our hometown, around this time, once a year. He steals many things from our town and almost always goes un-noticed, despite many townspeople on guard with weapons and sharp eyesight." I thought back to the stall-owners dagger. "And he looks exactly like me?" I spluttered, shocked. "Yes, you might want to lay low for a while.. people will be suspicious about the arrival of someone who looks exactly like the masked thief near the time he usually comes." I stood up, feeling a sudden overwhelming sense of determination. "Don't worry, I'll get rid of this fiend once and for all, and that's a promise." Behind me, the captain groaned and slapped his forehead. "'ere we go again.."

The door opened and I looked up. She was there, clutching a bag. "Here," she dumped it on the table and it's contents spilled to reveal a silver dagger, thick rope, a length of cloth "to staunch bleeding if you are to get wounded" and a candle "though I'm not sure how much it will do for you if it's windy". "Thank you," I said quietly, removing the pendant I'd purchased earlier from around my neck and handed it to her. She inspected it briefly and smiled, slipping it around her own. It settled nicely on her tan neck-fur and she tilted her head as she gazed at me. "You seem far more educated than other pirates. Why is that?" I swallowed. "My father was a clever man. I got my love of reading from him, and.. I educated myself. But then he got lost at sea, and I left my mother a few years later." I diverted my eyes from hers and she got the hint I didn't want to expand on the subject. "Well, you'd better get prepared. He could come any night between today and next week, and he doesn't exactly make a grand entrance."

So, I became something of the town hero, though no-one knew it. I had to be extremely careful not to be seen, as, with my amazing similarities to the masked thief, I could be caught and executed at any moment. I came to like crouching on the roof of the great hall and staring up at the star-speckled sky, as it had something of a calming feel to it. I was always nervous at the start, not particularly looking forward to coming face-to-face with the thief, but I knew it had to be done. As days went by I began to relax more, gaining more confidence and becoming less wary. So when the day came that I finally met him face-to-face, I was completely unprepared.

I saw a wisp of a shadow while I was scanning the area one night, and I knew I'd found him. I felt apprehensive as I skittered down the gables and roofs, and began making my way down slowly, when I felt something fall lightly behind me. I spun around and there he was with a mad look in his eyes. His grin was evil and his tongue was lolling, flecked with foam. His teeth were chipped and yellow. His eyes were murderous. Scurvy! No-one told me he had scurvy! "Hello, brother," he hissed, and launched himself at me. Brother? I had no time to dwell on his comment as I was soon locked in a tussle with the masked thief, and I hated it. He was weak but dangerous, trying to snap at my face or neck. It was truly terrifying, being in such close quarters with a clearly deranged murderous person, especially one who bore such a strange resemblance to me. I kicked him hard in the stomach after a mere few minutes of battling on the thin beams of the Great Hall's roof and he lost his grip on my shoulders, skittering backwards and falling off. I scrambled dangerously close to the edge of the beam and saw his broken body lying below. He was dead, and now I had to confirm my suspicions.

Crouching down by his body, I warily swept my paw through his fur. It snagged on something shiny and I lifted it up. It was a pendant, and it flicked open on it's own. It was a picture of my father when he was younger, and my mother's disapproving face. I felt empty inside. Pocketing the pendant, I stared down at the wolf I'd killed. His face was a picture of horror- lips pulled back, teeth bared, eyes wide open. I heard a thudding in the distance, candle light flashing, angry voices, but I stayed rooted to the spot. I'd never felt more guilty about a murder than now. I'd waited there with intent to kill, but I didn't know who I'd face in the end. The wolf laying motionless in front of me was the brother I never knew.

I was silent for the next couple of days. Every day was the same. Get up, sit at the table for a few hours, go sleep for a few hours, come out and eat, go back to sleep, wake up the next day. That is, until she sat me down. I'd learnt her name was Monica. "You need to stop this. Your brother's death wasn't your fault. You didn't know it was him," she insisted, on the verge of exasperation. "You're leaving tomorrow and I'd hate to watch you leave in a foul mood." My eyes widened and I glanced up at her. Monica, of course! Back at his home-town, Monica had been one of his vague friends. She was extremely pretty back then, and still was. "M-Monica, what are you doing here?" "What?" "It's me, F- Falter!" At that, she clapped her paw over her mouth. "Falter, it's great to see you! My father sent me on a ship over here to try and make a living.. I never thought we'd cross paths again!" I sighed. "But I'm leaving tomorrow.." She grabbed my hand. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll meet some day again," she smiled.

We stood together on the port as everyone was boarding the ship. I rested my head on hers and whispered, "I'll be back." "Are you sure?" "I-" I was tugged away forcefully from her by the Captain. "But he ain't makin' any prom'ses!" he said cheerfully and dragged me onto the boat. She smiled and waved, and once I'd gotten over the embarrassment, waved back. Everyone shuffled away from the side of the boat and began their daily duties, but I stood there still, watching her wave. I waved back and mouthed, "I promise." She grinned, turned and began walking away towards the Inn. I knew we'd cross paths again one day, me and my true love, Monica.



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Fears
Family
His only family left is his mother, and he'd be kinda creeped out if he saw his dead father. His mother took pleasure in beating him on a regular basis, often for no reason at all, and she'd make him work hard day in day out to keep the two 'running'.

Death
He didn't like dying the first time and certainly doesn't want to do it again. It prevents him from sailing the high seas and upholding promises, and when the serpent's venomous fang went through his heart he lay there dying painfully for quite a while.

Scurvy
As most pirates do. They've been fortunate enough to evade Scurvy so far, but time will tell, and when it does, Falter fears it will take the lives of many a crew member aboard his Ship- perhaps even him again, which ties in to his fear of death.

Strengths
Cleverness
Falter's highly capable of using his smarts to outwit opponents and plan attacks. He uses his intelligence to his advantage and is often the first person his Captain comes to in times of need, leading him to often wonder why he isn't First Mate.

Weaknesses
Upholding promises
As he won't stop at anything to uphold a promise once he's made one, this isn't beneficial to others around him. He can become aggressive if anything tries to prevent him from doing something he's set his mind on, besides the Captain.

Poison
He still has the smallest quantity of venom somewhere in his body, making him extremely susceptible to poisons, and he's very careful around things such as these. He knows that if he dies, his crew may not be able to resurrect him again.

Storms
Whenever storms begin, Falter worries for the state of the boat and the choppy sea-water that tosses it from side to side. He knew his father had disappeared in waters very like this, but isn't particularly afraid of it happening to him.

Relationships
Monica
He fell in love with the Inn-owner of Tallun when he and his crew boarded there for a few days. She helped him get through his brother's death and he promised he'd come back to Tallun to be with her again some day.

His mother
He hopes to never see her again, as she was horrid to him and forced him to keep them 'running', committing small-time thefts under her command and keeping the house clean. She used to hold the knowledge of the thefts against him, even though she told him to do them in the first place.

His father
The role model in his life as he was growing up, Falter's father was lost at sea when he was 9 and proclaimed dead months later. After his disappearance, the ugly side of his mother began to show, and Falter mourns for his disappearance every day.

Captain
This is difficult for him to say, but his best friend is probably the Captain. He has good relationships with all the others on board, but the one he communicates with the most is the Captain, and Falter's more than happy to help him out.

Mick
He's one of the newer sailors aboard the ship, and Falter employed himself as his mentor. He immediately took a shine to Mick, a young, clumsy, unsure but very intelligent boy. The two are good friends.

His brother
He never actually knew his brother. All he knew was that his brother was born after he was, and they looked identical. He also knew he had scurvy and they tried to kill each other till he was thrown to his death by Falter.

Possessions
His green cap
He loves his green 'classic scarf'- the type of pirate hat that's tied around your head in a skull-cap fashion- and he wears it almost everywhere. He's proud to say it's never been washed since he first acquired it from the Captain.

Dagger
His trusty dagger, who's killed many things from his brother to his dinner. It's his weapon of choice as he isn't very good with a bow and arrow or full-length sword- it's clumsy and unbalanced in his hands- and daggers make for a quick, clean kill.

Telescope
He doesn't usually have much as he's a pirate and a 'light packer', but he relies on his telescope to sight danger from far away. It's a handy little thing, and he treasures it as it was given to him by his father for his seventh birthday.

Likes
Sailing the seven seas ~ Undertaking his daily duties ~ Looting
His telescope ~ His cap ~ His captain

Dislikes
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Favourite...
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Other
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code: skeletal system
to be added: theme song (you are a pirate), maybe dividers, maybe quotes, a bit about the ship, favourite memories/past experiences, more in-depth about what he does on the ship, physical profile/agility count. [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] - brains etc. pls ignore <3 colour of paw pads- just keeping here for quick reference

[prince.]

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Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ɪɴ ᴅɪsɢᴜɪsᴇ

Username: Sparrow
Kennel Number: 19
Use: I would use this little guy as my new fursona. His personality that I put matches mine, and I will use him for Roleplaying, and art. Usually, I would also use my fursona as my mascot for art shops, adoptions and free stuff. Mainly though, I would use him to represent me online.

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☣ Male
☣ 8 moons Old
☣ Feline
☣ Bitter and slightly masochistic, but protective of the ones he loves, Chancepaw is a young cat with dreams and the power to achieve them. His ambitious personality takes him far, but also holds him back. Blinded by power, and achievement, he has blocked out love and kindness. The cats who cared for him will disperse as he continues to plot and lie. He blackmails and is cunning enough to throw any cat off the right track. Many cats fear him, and he will strengthen their fear. Inside, he is empty and unforgiving. His heart is frozen, and all feeling there has vanished. Chance will react violently is prodded, and hates all cats, except for one. That one cat is dead. He hopes that one day he will join her, but knows it'll never happen. Chance is cruel and will harm others just for the pain. He loves to hear the yowls and cries when he has murdered someone's kits, the sadness and tears when a loyal cat has been killed. Chance will do exactly that, take a chance. He'll do what he wants to, an go where he wants to. Nobody can tame him, and he's wild. Secretly, he hopes to find a home someday, where he can stay.
But for now, he will remain closed up, a silent predator.


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☯ Abandoned as a young kit, Chancepaw was left to die. Illness swept over his home, as the young cat tried to survive. His paws led him in the right direction, as he struggled between right and wrong.
On his journey, he met many others. Some good, but some bad. Slowly, he began to realise life is not where you are born, it is the choices you make. He was found after collapsing in AshClan territory, and adopted by a warrior couple, Splashstar and Whitewing. As he grew older, Chancepaw began to interact with other cats, and most she cats liked him. Unfortunately, soon, all the attention began to scare Chancepaw into silence, and he refused to talk, becoming more and more closed up to the world around him. His parents noticed, and began trying to coax the young cat into behaving normally. Little did they know, this was never to be. Chancepaw wasn't a normal cat. Inside this phase of silence, Chancepaw began to think over decisions, ones that he would never talk about. Death was a common theme. Soon after, his mother, Splashstar lost her ninth and final life, sending all sanity in Chancepaw to StarClan. It seemed to him that Ashclaw, the only cat who had been with his mother at the time, had killed his mother. Determined to avenge her, he set out. Days passed, and finally Chancepaw was ready. Late at night, he crept out of the apprentices den and into the warriors, leaving no evidence behind. In his paw was a death berry. He lifted AshClaw's tail, and force fed him the bright red berry, killing him. It was morning before they found the body. A few weeks later, Chancepaw killed AshClaw's only kit in a mock fight. In fear of the others finding out, he fled the Clan, wandering about in the forest for ages, until he plucked up the courage to return, but he was a changed cat. Chancepaw never fitted in, although Whitewing was glad to see his son back, other cats didn't trust him still. Enraged, he attacked one night, leading a band of rogues straight to the camp, and stripping all nine lives from the newly named Crowstar. This was the fall of AshClan. Alone once more, Chancepaw kept his original name as he continued to lead the rogues, along a blood soaked path.

Chance is his name, fighting his game.



LIKES; DISLIKES;
♠Violence. ♠Being Lied To
♠Warmth. ♠Being Ignored
♠Conflict. ♠Heights

Chance, although being a brilliant fighter, and strong killer, has his flaws. One day, a young cat by the name of Sparrow, was waiting patiently for her mother, Shimmer, to arrive. Chance, spotting her, decided that she would be easy prey. He nearly killed her, only being stopped when he fell off a gorge, luckily into the water. It left him with scars, and a bitter fear.

In the rogue gang, Chance forced two prisoners a week into a fight, with others betting prey on who would win. Chance didn't care, as long as he got prey. The cats were forced to fight to the death.

Chance was always difficult to work with. Bone, a cat from the forest, told him of a secret prey spot. Infringed, Chance went to where it was supposed to be, only to be attacked. Bone was killed, and Chance sat back to lick his bloody paw.

"Never lie to me again, for you will end up like him!"

During his short stay in AshClan, the reason he left was that no cat paid attention to him, or they paid attention to him for the wrong reason. Chance will now take strongly to being ignored.

The young cat, always out on the streets, always seeks somewhere warm. Chance is no different. He will sneak under cars, in shops, and will even kill other cats to use them for warmth.



Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ Cʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴄᴇ
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[prince.]

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[SabrinaB]

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[Wesley]

I just wanted to say that all of these forms and donations are excellent! Unfortunately, I'm going to have to give a few of you some competition. c:<







Username: wesleydog
Kennel Number: Kennel 117
Use: I remember when Whisky first made Bear and posted her on the CAAA. I know for a fact that I commented on her gorgeous natural design! I've been very interested in her since, and I'm terribly happy to get a chance to try out for her. I don't have many fox characters (4 to be exact, in comparison to around 50 dog characters, just dogs, not all canines) and this girl just has to be a part of my character family! :3 I'd use her as a major character for drawing, ordering art, and writing.

- About the character -

Name: Bear
Bear is generally a boys' name, but is required to be kept by the donor. I actually really like the name for this girl. The definition is "strong, brave bear" which refers to the animal. It is of Old French/Old German origin.

Gender: Female

Species and/or specific breed: Red Fox

Personality:

Disorders and Medical Conditions:
↭ Bear has Anemia, which is usually caused by the body's deficiency in iron. When she is cut or injured, she experiences severe bleeding that is hard to control or stop. It's harder for blood clots to form over wounds, and when cut, she usually needs to seek out help from others or apply direct pressure until the bleeding stops.
❝When Bear was younger, she fell and skinned her knee. She was horrified to see that instead of a small cut, there was a large amount of blood trickling from her knee. With a profound interest in her bleeding, she first added pressure, and then took a small shard of glass and cut her arm, just to see if she'd get the same reaction. (For this reason, Bear was mistaken as a "cutter," one who inflicts pain on themselves when they're upset to give themselves a physical scar that they can watch heal, whereas they cannot see their mental scars heal.) However, Bear was not depressed or anxious when she cut herself, in fact, she's rather immune to pain. It was drawn by an unnatural obsession with her heavy bleeding. She's undergone long-term treatment for Anemia and for her strange fascination, but if her skin is cut, it's likely that she will bleed heavily once again.❞

↭ Wip adjustment disorder
❝Making the transition between childhood and adulthood was particularly difficult for Bear. Becoming independent instead of seeking out of the help of her family was a very strange and foreign thing to her. Wip❞

↭ Bear has Misophonia, a mental condition that is triggered by certain noises (soft or loud). Misophonia is a hate or annoyance for a certain sound, perhaps because of PTSD or just general annoyance.
❝Bear absolutely hates the sound of people chewing. She often comments when people are eating loudly with a sarcastic comment like, "Hey cow, how's your cud?" She can't help but become incredibly irritated.❞

↭ Wip possible Seasonal affective disorder (SAD)
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Quirks:
Bear has a weird obsession with feathers. She's always kept a small collection of them, and occasionally she will wear them in her pelt or tie them to the end of her tail for decoration. She has a special love for blue jay feathers because of their stunning colors.

When Bear hears something that she disagrees with or knows that someone is lying to her, her nose tends to twitch as though she's smelling something or has an itch.

History/Background:

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Thank you dearly, judges, for the time that you took to read through and judge my form! I wish the best of luck to my competition, and I hope you see potential in my use for this character! ♥