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History essay help :U
Zax wrote:Tracker Dog Application Series 12
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ʛiven Ɗescription:
A Tracker that works well in sandy areas or small forests. Although a tad playful, she still remains focused on stealth missions. She functions well as long as she gets love and attention after doing her job. She's very affectionate and will bond quickly with her new owner. She could even be used as a domestic pet.
Աsername:
Zax
Ƭracker Ɗog Ƴou ധant:
#36
Ʀegistered Ɲame:
Xapa
(Zap-aa)
Ɲicknames:
X-ray
Pa
Zap
Ʀeason for Ɲames:
Xapa means 'Joy' in Greek. The colors reminded me of Greece. Since she is a playful Tracker
I decided to name her this. The nickname 'X-ray' is because of the X in the beginning. 'Pa' is because of the ending. 'Zap' is how you pronounce the first part of her name.
Ƥhysical Ɗescription:
-Beautiful Caramel eyes captured my heart at a moment's notice. Her nose, ears, and tongue
are equal in hue and, despite what they really are, are very cute also.
-Her furry, diversely-pigmented coat is colored with a creamy belly, a light brown
top, darker, thick stripes of caramel go across her back and legs, and a sooty
brown covers her snout, feet, and ears.
-She has a very small figure which allows her to go into very small places during stealth missions, and when she needs to go and get her ball when her owner has thrown it into the neighbors yard by accident.
-Her small feet and long legs enable her to move silently and well-balanced through the area. Small feet keep her from crushing leaves or other debris during the mission.
ɦourglass:
10 months(still very young)
ʛender:
A cute little princess
ɑvocation:
Strategy and Surveillance
Ʀeason for ɑvocation:
Well, this little Tracker has been trained well, and she can fit into small spaces because of her size. Her heightened senses can pick up any little sounds, movements, or smells that the enemy tries to hide. She sprints back to her employers and gives them the information and helps them plan their next move.
Ƥarents:
Unknown
ʂiblings:
Unknown
ɑdditional ⌶nformation:
-She likes playing with a small, bouncy ball when she has the extra time.
-She loves to eat. She has a high metabolism and needs a lot of calories.
-Xapa enjoys playing with children, and she loves to dig.
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Ʀeason ധhy Ƴou ധant ⌶t:
First impressions are everything, and this little Tracker nailed it. It was like she took a string and tied us together with a single glance! With such a cute face and impressive skill, who wouldn't love this Tracker? However, I could bet anyone who comes near and asks that I love her more. There's no way to show it in words really. The outside clicked, the skill clicked, and the personality clicked. I didn't think I'd ever find a Tracker like her, but guess what? I just did.
ധill ⌶t Ɓe Աsed ⌶n ɑ ʂtory?
I love writing, and I love Tracker Dogs. Therefore, you can bet that Xapa will be in a story
Ɗescribe ⌶ts Ƥersonality:
[Overall]
She is a well-rounded Tracker with a kind heart and good focus. She does her tasks well and then plays afterward. However, she has a dark side and a light. She is kind, but she also has some bad habits.
[Calm]
Xapa is a very still Tracker when she needs to be. She knows on instinct that there is a time to play, and there is a time to work. On missions, she focuses on the task at hand. When relaxing, Xapa will play or sleep depending on her owner's wishes.
[Loyal]
Xapa is more than just loyal to her owners. She is protective. She will lay down her life for the ones that she loves. Xapa lets those who come near her beloved family to watch out and not try anything that will get you hurt.
[Curious]
Xapa loves exploring. Like many Trackers, she is a sucker for knowledge. She hates to not know what different objects are, and she will find out one way or the other. This is a major contributing factor to her surveillance work.
[Playful]
Xapa will often give you a ball and sit there with a begging look on her face. She doesn't want a hug or food. She wants to play. Xapa loves playing, and she will do so frequently. Her all time favorite toy is her small, red bouncy ball.
[Clever]
She learns quickly, and she will use that to get what she wants. You just can't outwit her because she is very clever. She has tricked her owners in the past because she was either hungry or wanting to play.
[Over-confident]
Oh, dear. Xapa's running her mouth again. She's standing tall and looking down on others. Yes, this little Stealth Tracker is over-confident. She thinks she's bigger than she really is, and she thinks that she can take anything down. It's a major case of the Chihuahuaitis!
[Irritating]
Why? Why does Xapa do the sometimes evil things that she does? Well, Xapa is being really irritating. She won't come when I call her, and she stole my favorite ring! I can't get it back because she keeps running! Maybe she thinks it's a game, but it's not I tell you! It's not!
ധrite ɑn ⌶ntroduction Ƒor Ƴour Ƭracker:
Ʀap, rap, rap. Tap, tap, tap. My fingers beat against the receptionist's desk in the Tracker Dog Training Facility in a quiet rhythm,
Ugh this is taking forever!!! Maybe I should just wait outside until the Trackers come back in--
"Ma'am? Can I help you?" A tall woman with a gentle voice inquired. I simply shook my head. The Trackers had not come back in yet.
"No, thanks. I'm waiting to choose a Tracker, but they haven't come into the kennels for viewing," my voice sounded like a minor squeak compared to her voice. Even though I was fourteen my parents, who own three Trackers already, thought that I was ready to have my own. Our family had always adopted Trackers since the day they were released, and I was ready to carry on the family tradition. I had my eyes locked on the Aquatic Tracker kennels. We also had a tradition of adopting Aquatics. They fit us better. My thoughts were interrupted once again by the tall woman, who's name was mentioned as Susan.
"Well, the normal adults are outside, but I think that I might have a solution to your problem," her tone again lifted my spirits, but I suddenly thought She's probably going to give me a normal mutt.... She twisted around to retrieve what looked like a travel cage. I found myself shaking my head at the site as Susan opened the crate. What crawled out was not a regular dog, but an extremely small Stealth Tracker dog with a sandy to sooty brown coat and caramel features. Susan smiled when she saw my reaction; I had stars in my eyes and a big smile on my face. However, I remembered something. Our family only allowed Aquatic Tracker Dogs, and anything other than that was sent back to the Facility. I bit my lip hard with frustration, and then reluctantly took the Tracker in my arms.
"This Tracker is a Stealth Tracker, and she is only a pup. Very young. I think that she would make a good match for you. After what your reaction was, I'd bet that you feel the same." It was true. I did feel the same way, but the bond wasn't possible. A feeling of dread crept up on me. What are my parents going to say? Will they send her back? What will happen to her then? I remembered when my brother got his first Tracker. He had bonded with a Wild Tracker, and they sent him back without a word. Would they do that to this pup?
I put a determined look on my face and took a sleek, G2 Pilot pen out of my pocket. I filled out the forms, the application, and signed them all. My hand was shaking through it all, but I steadied it in order to write my signature; it was a sloppy cursive writing that had little significance in my opinion. Others disagree, but it definitely isn't a John Hancock signature.
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The walk home was cold and eerie. The wind was howling with rage and the branches creaked threateningly, but the moon was still shining and there were street lights. I would be fine for a little while. Once I get home though, I'm in for a rude awakening.
My parents aren't normally harsh on me, but I had broken tradition! That was one thing that they couldn't stand for in the house. Thy had lost everything once, and if that happened again, at least they had their traditions. I had just taken one of those traditions and crushed it. I couldn't help it though. No one can resist such a match. I thought back to the Facility and what I had done.
I had done all of the paperwork, and I had gotten everything I needed from Susan in terms of supplies for Xapa. Xapa... I knew that studying the Greek language would come in handy. Xapa means 'joy' in Greek, and it certainly fits her personality. After I had given the forms to Susan, Xapa had leaped from Susan's arms and perched herself on my shoulder. This surprised me a bit, but I had pet her fuzzy head anyway. After it was all said and done, I had put Xapa back in the crate and waved goodbye before walking out.
Yep, that was how it went. Maybe I should warn the neighbors that there will be chaos and not to call the cops before I go in. Then again, I could just walk right into that living room and face the dreadful music. I have to tell them. They're going to ask anyway. I might as well get it over with right? Well, whichever way this goes down, Mom and Dad will just have to deal with it...
[[I tried to shorten my story for you Nex. I know that I've had unnecessarily long introductions on my last two applications.]]
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