Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[oTterBox. :o)]

I'm all done. I'm quite happy, I think this is the most effort I've ever put into a Character. I really love his design. <3

[bangarain]

Are there any crit forms you need me to do or anything? :3

[hakemie]

I really hope I get this pet :3 I admit that last's code drop was not very good. xD I'm hoping for some competition,it keeps the blood pumping xD
EDIT: I guess I could have a critic critique me xD I'll fill in the form,I want it to be perfect

[oTterBox. :o)]

I'd like some critique!
Username: Cadycatt
Number of character you're applying for: P57
Link to form: viewtopic.php?f=58&t=341528&start=290
Would you like critique through PM, or another way?: PM.
critmehplz

[Mario]

I'd like some critique!
Username: patilly100
Number of character you're applying for: P54
Link to form: viewtopic.php?f=58&t=341528&p=8182695#p8182695
Would you like critique through PM, or another way?: PM, please.
critmehplz

I would like my form to be compared to Jayfur101's also if possible, please.

Thank you!

[hakemie]

I'd like some critique!
Username: EmoKittyKat
Number of character you're applying for: P27
Link to form: Click meh :3
Would you like critique through PM, or another way?: Pm is okay :3
critmehplz

[! october]

A Note to the Judge:

Hello, and thank you so much for reading and considering my form. Before you do so, though, I'd like to explain some aspects of it.
In this form the character Sanctus is mentioned. At the beginning of this form, you will see the crossed out remnants of what was once my form for her. You see; I tried for both her and Trinity quite a while ago. Since I could not judge for them, I asked other people to do so, but all three people whom I asked ended up backing out. And I, not wanting to make everyone wait for the CD to be done, removed my forms and judged for them myself.
Now, I desperately wish that I had not done that.
I chose a home for the 'apocalypse cat,' as she was no longer Sanctus after my form was removed. The forms for Trinity did not meet PoH standards, and he was put back up for adoption.
Now, I'm trying for him again, and I'm not removing my form for Sanctus. I may never own the 'apocalypse cat,' but if I have Trinity, I'll have Sanctus' spirit; the personality and traits that I designed for her.
I still believe that the two belong together, and it is my hope and my wish that someday I'll have another chance at calling the 'apocalypse cat,' Sanctus, my own.

Please understand that it is Trinity I'm trying for, not her. Rather, I kept the part of the form dedicated to her as a memorial in a sense, a testament to the character that I loved, and who's spirit I still love.
[And, yes, the art i have included is of them both, but that's because it's the art from when i was trying for both of them, not just Trinity. c:]

Again, thank you for reading and considering my form. I hope that this time, things will work out better for precious Trinity and I. <3

I am looking to adopt...



Kennel number: P54
Name: Sanctus (Latin for "holy")
Gender: Female
Breed: Chausie; a type of domestic feline/jungle cat hybrid.

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Kennel number: F18
Name: Trinity (Named for the Trinity nuclear test in which he met his untimely fate.
Gender: Male
Breed: Domestic white Turkish Angora mixed with Kirin.

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I love this character. Love, love, love him. Everything about him is absolutely perfect.
I have a love for all things of an Oriental nature; I'm currently learning Chinese and wish to learn Japanese; and Trinity's design therefore really speaks to me. I understand the thought and planning behind it, and truly do appreciate it. I knew from the moment I saw him what his personality and history are, what he's been through and what he'll go through. We connect very well, and I think that we would go far together.

If I were lucky enough to call him my own; Trinity would be given his own place in the character thread that I'm currently working on. I'm not really able to afford art of my characters; but I would be sure to draw him very, very often myself. I would also be sure to write about him often, through short stories, poetry and otherwise. In addition, Trinity would be a beloved headmate of mine. I've already tried 'talking' with him a few times, and we connect very, very well. Trinity would be loved and cherished under my care, and never left to gather dust.

Personality:

Gentle- Trinity treats everything and everyone he comes acoss with quite revere. He has a deep fascination with life, and shows it through his careful tendencies with both living and dead beings. His fear of causing harm to others is a cause of this; he doesn't want anyone else to ever have to experience the pain and fear that he did.

Loving - This small creature has an enormous capacity for love. He treats the spirits around him with the utmost compassion and caring; and though he occaisonally becomes frustrated with them, he's never able to hold a grudge for long.

Protective - Trinity is very protective of those that he cares about. He's willing to fight to defend the spirits that he is guardian to, and will go to great lengths to keep Sanctus alive in her apocalyptic enviroment.

Inexperienced - At the time of his death Trinity was still a kitten, and while he matured mentally in the afterlife, he still remains quite unsure of himself when it comes to love and such topics. He's growing still,and learning still; and will surely eventually become a wise, experienced creature.

Patient - Trinity is willing to wait; for forever, if needed. He's always prepared to give second chances to others, and understands that change won't happen in oneself overnight. His patience also applies to his relationship with Sanctus; though he wishes for her to by his side, he understands that she still has a life that she needs to live.

Quiet - Though vocal when the situation calls for it; Trinity is a creature of few words; and prefers to display his thoughts and fellings through his actions. Those, he believes, are more genuine. Actions don't lie. Words do.

Shy - Even though he's been in the afterlife for quite a while, Trinity is still a bit awkward and quite amongst his fellow guardians, and though he does wish to get to know some of them better, his tendency of shyness keeps him from doing so.

Steadfast - When Trinity chooses to stand by someone, he will not leave them. Ever. His opinions can not be swayed, and he will never give up on something that he believes in. He does not like to think of himself as stubborn, and certaintly doesn't mean to appear as rude, though. He simply likes to remain true to himself and his wishes.

Intelligent - Though still young, Trinity is intelligent. He's a great problem-solver, and is able to carefully apply his apply his mental aptitude to whatever situation he happens to be in.

Emphathetic - Trinity is very perceptive to the emotions of others; and tries to act and speak according to how others feel. Due to his many years of being around spirits he's been able to develop this trait quite well, and has grown to be able to read the thoughts and feelings of others.

Likes:

Sactus - Trinity does not like, but loves Sactus. He is completely devoted to her, content to wait unseen by her side until she eventually joins him in the afterlife. The gods believe him to simply have a "crush" on her, but Trinity firmly believes that they are soulmates. He's willing to go to great lengths to protect her, and has helped her out amny a time when she's been in a sticky situation.

Life - This creature has a deep facination with what was taken from him at such a young age. He loves the guardians and sprits and gods that he dwells with as well; but Trinity treasures the time that he spends on Earth with the plants, the animals, the humans, and most of all; with Sanctus.

Helping - Trinity loves assisting others. As a spirit-guardian, this is a required trait; but Trinity goes above and beyond expectations. Through helping others he himself is able to feel a little more fulfulled, a little better about his current lot in the afterlife.

Beauty - Things of beauty are things treasured by Trinity. He has an eye for aesetically pleasing things, preferably ones that are alive, such as flowers.

Flowers - Though it may seem a bit strange, Trinity has a strong love for flowers. He's skilled at conjuring them, and often gives them to those he cares about, like Sanctus, when they are in need of a little hope. To him, after all, flowers represent hope: new growth, new beginnings, new starts.

Hope - Trinity lives in a world of death and spirits; where hope has been long extinguished and the mere idea of it is only a dream to many. He, therefore, has a tendency to latch on to anything that embodies or represents hope; whether ot be a new flower, or a precious friend. Sanctus is a perfect example of this.

Dislikes:

[As obvious, Trinity likes more things than he dislikes. This is not because I have not developed his character, but rather because he thrives so much on hope, and is therefore a fairly optimistic creature.]

Hate - Trinity doesn't understand the point of hate; and sees it as being quite useless and petty. He firmly believes that with as little time as creatures have to live, they should spend it loving others, not hating.

Lies - Due to the fact that he himself tries to always be completly honest with everyone around him, Trinity takes it quite personally when others lie to him. He, isn't, however, against 'white lies.' If they help keep someone from being metally or emotionally hurt, then they're worth it.

Death - As silly as it may seem, Trinity secretly wishes that there was no such thing as death; that its never existed and that it won't ever exist. Death is hat keeps him from Sanctus, death is what tore him from his origional master that cared for him when he was a living kitten. Death is what caused the spirits that he is guardian to to become so unhappy, so destitute.

Pessimism - As a creature that loves hope, it is understandable that Trinity would be so very much against those with pessimistic attitudes. He sees those that have thrown away their hope as beings that have therefore thrown away heir lives, which upsets him very much.

Their History:

He had not always been Trinity; gorgeous and untouchable. At first, he was simply Joey, a little white kitten who was content to stay a little white kitten. Fate, however, had much larger plans for the feline. At the death of the old woman who cared for him, the kitten was placed in the care of her only child; an angry, almost always drunk man.

It was no suprise when he dumped the kitten in the middle of the New Mexican desert on July 13, 1945.

For three days the kitten survived on its own.
On the third day; its life was taken not by starvation, exhaustion, or a predator; but by the world's first atomic bomb.

It was the morning of July 16, 1945 when the test was done, code-named "Trinity." Like the unfortunate desert creatures who were at the wrong place at the wrong time; the kitten was incinerated.

Upon his arrival in the afterlife; he spoke to no one, but rather stayed in his own little world of confusion and silence. How was he to know what had happened? One moment he had been happily lapping at a small puddle; and the next he was in a crystalline land where pain and cruelty did not exist. There had been no flash of light, no extreme burning sensation. Not even the feeling of being trapped in a black place for a moment. In a fraction of a second, the kitten had been turned to a pile of carbon, and it's soul had been sent to a place far away.

The gods, however, knew. They knew and they saw and they understood. They did not at all wish for the kitten to remain lost in his own world of bewilderment and isolation; but rather they wanted him to have an identity and a purpose so that his eternity could be a better one. The gods knew of the horrors that would come a month after the detonation of the bomb at the Trinity testing, and knew exactly how to prepare for it. The kitten was given a new form, one that the future victims would recognize and appreciate, and a new name to commemorate the action that started the chain of reactions that would lead to so much pain and so much suffering.

After the change, the kitten was no longer a small feline with no identity or sense of self; but a creature with a title, a purpose, and a duty. Under this change, Trinity blossomed into quite the special specimen; physically and mentally.

A month after Trinity’s death, many more living beings met similar fates. When the US dropped the atom bomb on Hiroshima and changed the world forever; thousands upon thousands of Japanese flooded the afterlife. Like Trinity had been, they were confused, lost. But when he weaved among them, gently brushing legs and nuzzling palms; they were suddenly alright. Because amongst the chaos and uncertainty, they saw a spark of hope in the creature that they had thought to be a myth, and that had died in the very way that they had.

Among the dead, Trinity had found his identity.


Almost two hundred years after Trinity drew his last breath, another kitten drew her first. She, at first, was simply “the kitten.” Just as her brother was “the kitten,” and her sister was “the kitten, and the rest of her siblings were “the kittens.” Apart from her lovely markings, she was nothing particularly special.

She had been born into a small church owned by an aging woman in the giant country made up of the smaller countries that had once been known to make up Europe. In two hundred years, the world had changed drastically. Atomic bombings were not at all rare, and neither were the new, more terrible kinds that had been invented. The world was, after all, at war.

The kitten was sheltered from all of this. She lived peaceably with her mother, siblings, and mistress at the old church; and enjoyed the attention that she got from church-goers once a week. She was three months old, just as old as Trinity had been at his death, when she forged her place in the world. It was the day before the old woman had planned to give out the kittens to the church’s members who had taken a liking to them. After racing around the sanctuary like a mentally unstable cheetah, she ad misjudged a leap, and ended up tumbling head-first into a small vat of holy water. While she probably should have been angered, the woman found this incident quite amusing. As somewhat of a joke she named the kitten Sanctus, Latin for “holy,” and decided that there was no better place for a holy cat than a church.
And so, while her siblings were given away, Sanctus stayed.

She lived in the church until she was a year old; happy to greet the church-goers on Sundays and spend the rest of her time lounging in the sunlight. Unfortunately, in this world, wishes and dreams never come true.

The military leaders of the world grew bored with their smaller bombs, and wanted new "toys" to play with. Soon, the weapons of mass destruction evolved into weapons of world destruction at the hands of the world's best and brightest. Giddy and impatient, it was not long before these monsters were unleashed.

It is funny, really, how people have always feared that the world would be engulfed by the sun, crashed into by another planet, or perhaps become invaded by extraterrestrial life. Little did they know that they themselves would cause their own destruction.

When doomsday came, it was at the press of a buttom, a nuclear blast that put all others that had come before it to shame. People died, and animals died, and plants died; and by the time the fallout had spread throughout the atmosphere, there wasn't much left besides a few survivors, one of them a small, newly scarred cat.

A European cat.

A church cat.

A cat named Sanctus.

Somehow, she managed to survive, and then managed to stay alive. She learned to hunt and find water to keep herself alive; and though she had close encounters with death many, many times, but she always pulled through.

And Trinity noticed.

Soon, he began to serve as her guardian. When she was unable to find water or food and close to death, he would force springs to form in the ground, or would will unsuspecting rodents to cross her path.

But above all else, he provided hope.

Sanctus, somehow, grew to sense the presence of the creature; and greatly valued his company in her lonely, isolated world. When she lost hope, he would conjure flowers from the ground to please her, or would order the sun to shine just a little brighter.

In return, she provided hope for him, as well.

She was a bright light in the darkness of his life, hope that yes, happiness exists for him, even if it, for the moment, is separated from him.

Today, Trinity serves as both the guardian of those who had perished in the bombing of Hiroshima, and as the protector of life, or rather, of Sanctus' life.

And until she is able to join him in the stars, he is more than happy to silently watch over her.







- - - -

He had always loved the sound of her breathing. Soft but steady, a quite testimony to her life, to all life. In his world, breathing was not needed, and therefore absent.

The small feline was, therefore, more than content to sit beside the sleeping cat, watching her side rise with each inhale and fall with each exhale.

She was alive, and that fact alone drew him to her. Life was something to be treasured, cherished, worshipped. She was the embodiment of this gift.

And he, therefore, loved her.

He loved how she breathed, she walked, she slept, she ran. She was lovely, she was alive.

"I love you."

He whispered the words quiety, his golden eyes drinking in the sight of her. He wondered, somewhere in the back of his mind, what her fur felt like.

The thought was quickly dismissed.

For now, she couldn't see him, couldn't feel him, couldn't hear him, couldn't scent him.

Someday, however, she would walk beside him.

And until that day came, he would be there beside her, a silent guardian walking with her through this cruel, broken world.

- - - -

It rose out of the ground like a spirit from a grave, blossoming right in front of her eye.

A small smile curved across the cat's scarred and burned face.

"Who are you?"

It was a question she had been asking daily as of late, one that received no answer.

Or, at least to her it didn't. Just a foot away an invisible, silent creature sat, looking at her with pain and love filled eyes. Love because he treasured the sound of her voice and the glow of the smile in her one blue eye, and sadness because she would not, could not know that he was there. That she couldn't hear his voice or hear his smile. But, as always, the love won over the pain, and the flower seemed to grow even more beautiful.

It was, then a poinsettia, as usual.

But right at the moment she gently touched her nose to it, the flower glowed and shrunk. In seconds, she stood afore a crimson rose.

And, while she wasn't exactly knowledgable when it came to flowers, she knew that a red rose meant love.

"You love me?"

As if in response, the blood red rose glowed slightly, then slowly retreated to the ground,   if saying that yes, its giver did, but refused to pressure her.

She, however, needed no pressure. After a year of flowers in times of no hope, sudden puddles of clear water in hot deserts, and warm breezes in freezing tundras; Sanctus was ready to return the obvious.

"I think that I might love you, too."

Trinity had never been happier.



Art:



[The different lining on each of them was done intentionally, my plan had been for Trinity to look more 'ghostly' than his living counterpart, but I do believe that my scanner killed the effect I was going for.]


Other:
Thank you so very much to whomever judges for Trinity. He already feels like a part of my character family; and after losing Sactus, I know that he'll be even more special; as he now represents the stories of two characters. Again, thank you. I promise that if entrusted to me, this character shall be eternally treasured and loved. <3

[hakemie]

I am looking to adopt...
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WIP; as obvious. c:

Sure you can finish it in---*slaps self* Of course you can,you're head judge. Duh!! xD

[Xanre]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number: P54
Name: Aiotoh
Breed: Manx (cat)
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Her design is unique and just the kind of thing I look for in a character. I especially love the burning city markings on her legs.
I'll give her a home on my character thread, obviously. I'll get art of her, like I do with all my characters, and I'll draw some pictures of her as well (although I can't say they'll be very good XD). She'll probably be featured in her own little story, not in a larger storyline with several characters. Hopefully, I can give her an anthro form as well, but I'll be fine if I can't. XD

Personality: Aiotoh is very trusting and hopeful, perhaps in vain. She has a very innocent personality; she doesn't believe there is any such thing as evil, and thinks that everyone is as trustworthy as she is. She takes delight in the most simple of things - the sound of birds chirping in the trees, sunsets, and the sweet scent of flowers. She is actually a spirit whose presence signifies the approaching end of the world, but she is completely oblivious to this fact. She doesn't realize that wherever she goes, chaos follows. She has no desire to kill or bring harm to anyone. She is just a lonely little child, with a dreadful duty entrusted to her.

Likes: Aiotoh loves just about anything living. She hates to think of anything bad happening to anyone, even spiteful people. She cares deeply for the beings of the world, thus it would completely destroy her if she ever figured out that she was the one bringing such destruction to the earth.
Aiotoh also likes befriending people, since she doesn't come by many people who accept her with open arms. She is unable to keep friends for very long though; it doesn't take most very long to uncover her horrible secret. She cannot understand why so many of her 'friends' call her a monster or a demon, and it makes her extremely sad.

Dislikes: Aiotoh doesn't like herself very much, but only because she is avoided like the plague. She feels she has done something to upset everyone, which in turn causes her to assume that she is 'bad' and doesn't deserve what she wants most - friendship.
Aiotoh doesn't like her scars, because for some reason, whenever she sees them, she gets flashbacks of events she doesn't even remember - great human cities burning to the ground, animals and plants dropping dead from poisonous mists, water slowly becoming filthy and dark. This is, of course, the destruction that follows in her wake, but since she has no idea of her mysterious power, she thinks that they are just nightmares, figments of her imagination that recurringly haunt her.

History/Background:
Note: The italicized blue font is the spirits speaking.
The italicized red font is Aiotoh's thoughts.
The italicized font is just stuff that's been italicized. XD

The world must be purged.
Cleared of all uncleanliness.
Started anew. Reborn!
The Council of the Spirits. The mighty creatures that govern the ways of the world and all the things living in it.
There had been a unanimous decision during this particular meeting - the world had become too filthy for life to remain. The creatures of the earth had pushed aside all the laws the spirits had set for them, which twisted their souls and hearts and made them unrecognizable as what they once were. As the Elder Spirit had said, "We no longer know them. They no longer know themselves."
The Council knew that they had to restart - to cleanse the corrupt beings from the world and repopulate it. They knew that they must soon bring about the end of the world as the earth-creatures knew it. However, they also decided that they needed to send some sort of omen down to the earth, a spirit to give them a sample of what they would soon be facing. They also decided that it was a way to discern who was still in tune with the spirits, if any, and figure out who would be spared from the great destruction.
Aiotoh, a relatively young cat spirit, was chosen to go somewhat against her will. Aiotoh still did not know much about herself, and the spirits had decided it would be best to send someone who did not know anything about their mighty powers so as to avoid the devastating guilt that would come along with bringing death and destruction to the world. Aiotoh, in truth, was a spirit of destruction, from a long line of almost demonic apparitions that spread disease, chaos, panic, and death throughout the history of the world. She, however, had something that none of her relations had ever possessed - pure and uninfected love for all. She was an ill-fated child, sent against her will to herald the coming destruction that would put an end to all earthly things.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey, watch out. Don't let her come any nearer!" A tall, human male pointed at Aiotoh directly, with a look of pure fear on his face.
"Why not?" asked the slightly shorter female standing next to him. "She's just a harmless little cat."
"Look at her markings! Don't they look like burning cities to you? Her presence is a bad omen. Didn't you hear? Almost all of New York was destroyed in some otherwordly firestorm, right after she had been sighted several times in the streets."
The female's face twisted into a look of hatred and disgust as she took in the words of her companion. She snarled at the young cat, picked up a large rock, and hurled it at her.
"Go on! Get out of here!" she yelled, punctuating her call with small growls.
Aiotoh, the cat, turned tail and ran as fast as she could, tears forming in the corner of her good eye.
Why am I so bad? Why can't I just be good for once?
She continued her retreat until she reached a small stream. She laid down on a warm, sunbaked rock and cried silently to herself. I've been so terrible...I must have been! Why else would everyone hate me? She curled her tail around her body and slowly faded into a state of dreamless sleep.

She awoke hours later. The sky had gone dark, but the moon and stars were hidden behind a cloud of noxious smoke. She wasn't surprised. It was just how it had always been. Suddenly, she heard a rustling noise behind her. Aiotoh whirled around and came face-to-face with a small, blond boy, who looked no older than four or five.
"Hi, kitty!" he said, happily. Aiotoh blinked twice in surprise. Nobody, not even her own kind, had greeted her in this manner. He didn't seem frightened or hateful at all. He was innocent and loving. Exactly like her.
She purred happily, jumped off the rock, and twined herself around the small boy's legs.
"Um...h..hello..." Aiotoh spoke uncertainly. She knew she could speak in the human language, but she had never had a chance to practice. Most humans just shrieked and yelled at her, they didn't bother holding conversation with her. The child didn't seem surprised that Aiotoh could talk. He ran a hand down her back.
"Do you need a home, Kitty? You look sad and lonely out here by yourself." He sounded concerned.
"Yes! I mean...um, thank you." Aiotoh dipped her head. "My name is Aiotoh! What's yours?" she chirped happily.
"I'm Jake." The little boy grinned, and bent to pick Aiotoh up. "Come on, Aiotoh. I'll take you home." She went limp in the boy's arms and allowed him to carry her all the way back to the apartment building where he lived. As they approached the building's two big, glass automatic doors, Jake began to talk to Aiotoh again.
"Now, Aiotoh, you can't let Mommy see you. Mommy doesn't like kitties. Okay?" He looked at Aiotoh for a response. She simply nodded. Jake looked delighted. "I knew I could count on you!"
The big glass doors of the building opened automatically with a loud swoosh of air. Aiotoh flattened her ears against her head, but as soon as she saw that they had no effect on Jake, she felt foolish. He carried her into an elevator, set her down, and pressed a button marked with the number 4. Once the elevator had reached its destination, the doors opened and Jake stepped out. Aiotoh followed closely behind him.
"Now, you wait here. I'll go see if Mommy is around." He turned and left Aiotoh sitting in the hall, all by herself. She felt exposed.
What if someone comes out into the hallway? If they see me, they're sure to kick me out. Her tail stump twitched nervously. Please come back, Jake. Please come back! She let out a small mew of distress, then shut her mouth tightly. It would be best not to let anyone hear her. After what seemed like several minutes, the little boy came back out into the hall again.
"Mommy's making dinner. She won't notice you if we're real quiet," he said, scooping up Aiotoh once more. He walked towards the apartment door, opened it carefully, walked inside, and closed it behind him.
"Jake?" a female voice called out. Aiotoh looked up at Jake with a panicky expression on her face.
"What, Mommy?" he yelled back.
"I want you to stay inside now, okay? I can't have you wandering around this late. You never know what might happen."
"Okay, Mommy." As soon as the words left his mouth, he bounded to his room with Aiotoh in tow and locked the door. "You're lucky, Aiotoh. I still have my old kitty's bed!" Jake pulled out a comfortable-looking black velvet bed from under his bed. "Mommy made him leave after she saw a story on the news. She said it was about an 'evil kitty', but I don't think any kitties are evil." Aiotoh gulped. 'Evil kitty'? It had to be her. What other cat could it be? She hoped that she hadn't done anything to harm Jake and his family by accepting the boy's offer of a nice new home.
Art: Is this required? :c
I can't draw anything up in a few minutes.
Other:

WIP
There's way too much going on in my house for me to concentrate right now.

[Phoenix's Rebirth]

((hey, sorry, guys. I am so busy right now. I am editing someone's form and then rechecking two others. So, I'm booked. Good luck to everyone, though!))