- Both a Blessing and a Curse - 
Tracker Dog Application Series 9Username: Bluestar123
Tracker Dog you want: #28
Name you'll give it:Hertioza (Basque for "Death") "Ozzy" for short, or sometimes just "Oz".
Reason why you want it:Well, what can i say apart from...she's completely and totally AWESOME! I love the inticate and detailed design, and it's clear a lot of effort was put into her experimental making. I love the colours and the spines and plating. Plus the overall idea of her is brilliant. I love danger and and i like learning about medicine, and i love danger. So the toxics are very intresting to me, so she's just perfect for me really. Her whole presence shouts out "I'm dangerouse you know.... Come on then, bring it on".
She a real eye-catcher, and i know a lot of people equally want her unique, amazing self, but i reallly hope i get her :)
Will it be used in any kind of story?Oh yes, of course she will.
Describe its personality:SnobbishYes, Ozzy is quite a show-off. Though, i think all the trackers would be if they had her (literualy) poisonous beauty. She will often be found strutting about with her muzzle and tail held as high she can, and Ozzy can also be quite mean to those trackers with simple colourations and markings. She kind of loves herself - and thinks that she's the greatest of all. Oz can't stand being beaten - in looks or in training sessions or missions. If this does happen, she will often poison the tracker with a tiny doze, making them slightly dizzy and careless, therefore giving Ozzy back her place at the top. Isn't she cute?!
CleverOzzy is a VERY intellegent tracker indeed. She strifes to know things that others don't (relating to her need to be the best). Of course, this is easier for her, seeing as she was made to be super-smart! She can identify whether things are good or bad through voice tone and actions, and can sometimes understand simple human words (like "dinner" or "Bed") through what happens daily when they say it (so, Dinner means something to eat, and bed means time to sleep). Though Ozzy is this clever, she can hardly understand herself. She knows how to use her poison defences, but has no idea how she makes the venom. It's good thing that Ozzy DOES know how much venom to inject at one time for different actions, or she could be very, very dangerouse...
StressfulMaybe it's a little wierd to find that Ozzy can stress over things, but yes, she does. Over-worked, tiring, or large changes to routine can result in difficult times for little Oz. It's quite rare for Ozzy to sink this low, but when it does happen, she is particulary aggresive and constantly on edge. So, as i said, Ozzy can be a little stressful and even a little pushy with it.
ToughYou can hit her as hard as you want; you can call her the worst names in the world; you can do anything you want to try and touch her soul, but it won't work. Ozzy is amazingly tough, and she hasn't a care of what you do to her. Sure, she can get stressy or a little embarresed about it, but nothing gets her in the heart. This also gives her the edge in arguments, making her able to win them without hurt. Ozzy dosn't mind if she offends others, so long as she walks away with the winner's mark.
ColourfulThough tough, mean and snobbish, Ozzy has got another side to her - a creative, almost loving streak. She loves colour and life and nature, and she's quite artistic too. She has a wierd obssesion with colour contrasts and woodland scenes. Ozzy loves to draw and paint. As she's a tracker, it's quite hard for her to do so, but she gets round it somehow, and can come up with a decent piece.
Love is a difficult thing for Ozzy. She has no intrest in other trackers really, but sometimes dreams of a family off her own. Of course, any of these feelings or her drawings are hidden, and she often gets embarrased if someone finds out about it. Thus, this is mainly why she tries to mask her true personality with a evil, darkness.
Write an introduction for your Tracker:Certificate of Adoption
Name: Hertioza
Birthdate: 8th April 2010
Date of completion of training: 4th March 2011
Adopted by: ?
Hertioza
I sighed as she swished the paintbrush across the peice of scrap paper, lazily. I was sitting in the adoption display pen, in a quiet corner. It was past the hours of the curiouse humans that i would one day have, coming to browse the available trackers and filling out forms for them. I rolled over on her back, listening to the gentle breathing of the tracker in the pen next to me, and blinking up at the ceiling. I pushed the rough painting of a flower into a crack in the wall. It was just big enough to hide my brushes, pencils and drawings from prying eyes. I'd always dreaded someone finding out about my secret passion for art, therefore, I only brought it out at night. I stretched her muscels, testing the hollow bones, portruding from my shoulders. I'd been in training for so long now, and I just wished that I could start on missions. 'Maybe tommorow, i'll find someone who can get me out of this hole' I thought.
I groaned as heaps of humans crowded round my pen. I growled, the spines along my back twithcing irratibly. I spat, a little poison flying to floor. I wished they could stop staring at me, but I did notice a heap of forms being shoved into the box on the bars of the pen. It took my mind of the irritating people gauping at me and almost relaxed me a little. Missions. That's all I could think of (and the noise). I couldn't wait to be poisoning the criminals, unlucky enough to have myself assigned to track them down. Shaking my head and scratching the concrete floor with my sharp claws, making random patterns across it, I rested my head on my paws and dozed off.
Me
I looked through the bars at the sleeping tracker dog. She was quite unlike any i'd seen before: she had armour and spines and what looked like organs producing deadly toxic, visable on the rotting skin. There was a little puddle of spit on the floor of her pen, which comfirmed my suspicion of a poisonous tracker. I sighed thoughtfully. I'd trained with the old, retired trackers on mock-missions, pretending to work with the grumpy, old creatures and take down a member of staff covered in protective padding. I'd hated it, it wasn't realistic. I just strived to be out there with a young, brilliant, tracker dog, racing across cities to find real criminals. I shook my head sadly and gazed at the unusual tracker. Maybe i should her a shot at her, i mean, she was certainly very lovely. I tossed around the idea, before picking up a form. I filled it in as best as i could, and was about to put it in the box, before i realised i hadn't given her a name. I withdrew the form and stared at it, trying to think of a name. I knew the name was important. I thought of something in a different language. "Death" would be an OK name, but then it clicked. How about Basque for it - "Hertioza". And Ozzy for short. That would be good. I handed in the form and sighed again. I turned away.
Hertioza
"Your adoption period ends today," Said the tracker in the pen next to me. He was standing on his back legs, resting on the top of the brick wall seperating the bottom parts of out pens, and looking through the mesh wire rising up to the ceiling. He was talkative, i can say that. It was evening and the last of the humans were beginning to leave.
"I guessed," I grumbled, not it the mood for his endless conversations.
"Do you think you got a form good enough?" He asked. "I mean, you certainly got a lot of forms!"
"Of course i got a lot of forms - i'm spitting poisonous - rare; amazing," I growled.
"Oh yes, of course, lots of people like you... but, they're only considering forms above a certain standard you know,"
"Look, if you keep talking on about this, i'll spit in your nosey little face and then we'll see who's getting forms!" I hissed, throwing myself up against the brick and mesh to face him. He whimpered and dropped back down to all fours, retreating to the other side of the pen. I gave him one last glare, before settling down in the shadows zand retreving my a pencil and bit of paper from the crack in the wall. I secretly hoped the tracker next to me was right though, as i had to get out of here soon.
I woke up suddenly. It was the middle of the night, and someone was coming through the rain towards me. She stepped into the pen, unlocking it with her keys. I recognized the maker immediatly. Nex, her name was. She said something gently to me, and i could sense she was tired. She slipped a muzzel and lead round my neck and dragged me out of the pen and into the rain. Some of the other trackers stirred, but none of them really noticed me or the Nex. I blinked in confusion and looked around. She led me inside one of the buildings. The suddenly light dazed me as i stumbled down the blinding-white corridor. I was lead into a small room. In it, two people sat on chairs. They were both female. Then suddenly it dawned on me. I had to choose my owner out of these two.
Me
I bit my lip as the tracker came into the room. My form had passed, but so had the women's next to me. I just wished my dear Hertioza chose me.She walked over to the other women first, sniffing her and keeping at bay. Judging. Always judging. I remembered the day when i applied for my job as a tracker worker and trainer, and my dad telling me the one day, when i chose my tracker, pick one that constantly judged the world around him - or her. I waited until she had finished sussing out the other women, who turned and smiled coldly at me - sarcastically, almostly. I ignored her and looked shly at the tracker. It felt like years as she took me in, but suddenly, she stepped forward and nydged my hand. For a minute, i hesitated in shook, before i stroked her. She accepted it. The woman by the door nodded, and the other woman stormed out. At last, i had my tracker.Thanks!
by DoctorDraca » Mon Mar 14, 2011 6:38 am 
