Symphony Character Adoption Agency - CD + OPEN! :)

[gomi.]

Hey, out of curiosity, do we know when this code drop will occur? I want to make sure I can get everything in on time.

When would you guys like to see a code drop? Adoption agencies don't seem to be as popular with the blossoming of character selling and trading onsite, so I haven't been doing regular once-a-month code drops as of late. I would love to hear what you guys would like as an estimated time for a code drop c: Remember that they always happen Friday night into Saturday morning!

i would like it if the code drop was in 2-3 weeks. i just found this and there are so many amazing characters here! i am very busy working on forms ^.^

2 or more weeks would be good for me! I'm really busy usually but this spring break gave me a bit more time to work on contests and the like! I would really appreciate some extra time because I just remembered this.

[gomi.]

Username: Lisa Kashnovi
Kennel Number: 20
Use: OC
Name: Dante
Gender: Male
Species and/or specific breed: Canine
Personality: WIP
History/Background: WIP
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. (optional): WIP
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[gomi.]

Username: Lisa Kashnovi
Kennel Number: 59
Use: OC
Name: Poison // P-01S0N
Gender: Male
Species and/or specific breed: Canine
Personality: WIP
History/Background: WIP
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. (optional): WIP
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[gomi.]

Dropping out! Sorry!

[gomi.]

Username: Lisa Kashnovi
Kennel Number: 194
Use: OC
Name: Arcina (arr-kena)
Gender: Female
Species and/or specific breed: Wolf x snow leopard with the tiniest hint of tiger.
Personality: WIP
History/Background: WIP
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. (optional): WIP
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[Khrusolophos]

By Cerestes

Username:
Eath_Hurricane
Kennel Number:
51
Use:
To roleplay with and love :3
Name:
Half N' Half (Half)
Gender:
Male
Species and/or specific breed:
Feline (domestic cat)
Age:
3 and a half years old.
Personality:
Half N' Half has a very laid back and calm demeanor, but is also very friendly and kind. He has a long fuse and often when someone is trying to get him riled up or is ranting to him, he sits back and watches them with an amused look on his face before popping out his signature line: "well now, wasn't that the highlight of my day?"
Half N' Half loves a good joke and can be frequently found chatting with the cats from around the neighborhood, exchanging jokes. However friendly he is, he doesn't do the majority of the talking in a conversation. Half enjoys listening to others more than speaking himself.
History/Background:
Half was born to a cat that lived just around the block from his current residence. The owners invited everyone to come take a look at the kittens and take one home if they wished. Half N' Half's owners chose him and named him promptly after they found him stuck inside an empty Half and Half milk carton the next day. Half lives quite a leisurely life with his family, who all enjoy his presence to the fullest.
Family/ties:
Ma: Emily, Lewis, and Dom's mother. She's quite petite, with graying brown hair and glasses. She has wrinkles by her eyes from years of smiling.
Pa: Emily, Lewis, and Dom's father. He's a kind man, but he travels for work, so he's gone most of the time.
Emily: She's twelve years old. Half's favorite, she pays the most attention to him and often sneaks him food from the table.
Lewis: Lewis is seven. He's very shy and doesn't talk much, but always giggles when Half winds around his feet though.
Dominic: They call him Dom. He's a baby. Half isn't sure what to think about him, since he takes all the attention away from Half, but something is wrong with him. He's kind of normal, but when Ma and Pa aren't paying attention, he tends to run into things like he's a bat. Half even tried to go up to him to check him out, but Dom had this weird look in his eyes and pushed past Half. When Dom is crying in the middle of the night, Half often goes to his crib and climbs in. Dom seems to sleep easier when he's got one of his hands on Half's fur.
Jupiter: He's Half's best friend. Jupiter is a large tomcat that has dark blackish-blue fur, a white underbelly, and white dots freckling his muzzle and under his blue eyes. He's the maturity to Half's shenanigans.
Altan: Lives in the house next to Half N' Half's. He shares jokes a lot with Half. Altan is a small grey tabby tomcat with yellow eyes.
Serles: A brown eyed calico kitten across the way. She's a bit strange, but still funny and nice.
Maui: A leopard looking she cat with blue eyes. She may look like royalty but she's not afraid to join the others in adventure and play; in fact, she usually leads it.
Kai: A big brown tabby with brown eyes. He's a bit aloof and self confident, but he's a huge dork.
Annie: One of Half's closest littermates. She's a sleek all white cat, save for a blotch of tan on her right eye and muzzle. She has the same eyes as her brother.
Taka: Taka is a yellow eyed ginger cat. He's very bubbly and charming, but doesn't seem to like Kai all too much.
Likes and dislikes:
Half N' Half loves jokes, his friends and family, adventures, and cozy soft things. He dislikes fighting,thunder and lightning but loves the sound of rain.
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[captain-mongoose]

Reserve, I'm sorry.

[Sunlitsecrets]

by Foxbold

wilfred ;; the one who brings imagination to life

Username: Sunlitsecrets
Kennel Number: 296
Use: I'd made a wip form for this guy before last codedrop which I never completed, and recently I stumbled upon this thread again and decided I wanted to finish up my form. I still adore the last two characters I got here, and would love to have this character, too, as his design is simple but wonderful! If I get him he'll receive a lot of art, love, and space in my imagination <3

Name: Wilfred
Name meaning: "will" and "peace"
Nicknames? Wilf

Gender: male
Species and/or specific breed: silver fox
Age: 12 in human years
Birthday: December 21st

Personality: Wilf does not understand how to interact with others. At all. He can't keep a conversation going to save his life. Small talk is infinitely hard for him - what is he supposed to say, and when? And what is the point? - that incredibly often he just says nothing at all, and goes off to his own little corner of the room to watch everyone else have fun.
This sometimes means he comes across as a rather rude, unfriendly person, which he isn't, really. Not if you saw the real him. But people can jump to conclusions sometimes, and it's very easy to make conclusions about Wilfred.
Deep down, he worries immensely about what others think about him. That, he supposes, adds to his silence. He's too busy thinking about what to say that by the time he's ready to say it, the conversation has moved somewhere else. Either that, or he only thinks of something to say hours later. When he does talk, he tends to use big words that no one else really understands, so he ends up having to explain himself, which takes a lot of effort on his part that really could be avoided if he just used simpler words in the first place. But it's a habit he's gotten into, and habits can be very hard to stop.
Wilf is, of course, an amazing artist. Years of practice have made his art incredibly realistic, and he loves drawing so much that it's practically all he ever does in his free time. It makes him feel so much calmer when he's stressed, and it's often much, much easier for him to talk to others when he's drawing.

History:
No one knows where The Pen came from, not even Wilfred, but all he knows is that it came into his possession quite suddenly on an otherwise ordinary day.
An orphan from when he was quite young (well, that or his parents had abandoned him, but he couldn't remember which), Wilf had gotten quite used to being alone in the city and had also developed a nice routine - in the mornings he'd go out on a walk, then come home and draw for a few hours in one of his many sketchbooks, and the rest of the day was spent scavenging for food the humans had thrown out.
On one particular day his walk had led him through the park that marked the center of the city. He strolled along, sniffing a particularly fragrant flower, pausing to admire a fountain... but his attention was grabbed by a large, fancy feather pen resting on top of a boulder. Now this is a great find for today! Wilf thought as he strode over to it and picked it up.
It was very strange... as he held it, he felt different, somehow. But that really didn't bother him - he was just excited to draw with it once he got home! The rest of his walk was considerably shorter than normal, as he wanted to use the new pen right away.

Back at his hideout, Wilfred opened a sketchbook, took out the pen, and began to draw one of the flowers he'd seen just a short time ago. The pen almost seemed to read his mind - as he drew the stem the ink was green, but as he moved up to the petals the color changed to a cheerful yellow. And once he was finished, his creation came right off the page! Suddenly the exact flower he'd drawn was right there in front of him!
There was no way this was happening. Wilf tried again - he sketched a butterfly, and the ink shimmered from color to color as he drew. As soon as he had completed his drawing, it fluttered off the page, just as the flower had done, and glided lazily away.

Obviously, if he had told anyone, they would have called him crazy, so Wilf kept the knowledge of his pen that brought art to reality a secret. Most of his art remained incomplete, so that it wouldn't leave the page and he could show his art to those few who asked. But this was not to last forever.

A year and a day after The Pen came into his possession, Wilfred was shaken awake by a very nervous cat, whose paws were trembling so much and whose eyes were so wide that, instead of being annoyed for being woken before the sun had even risen, he jumped to his paws. "What? What has occurred?" he demanded to know.
"Please, Wilf, there's - humans! And they're trying to round up all the stray animals, and can't you please do something to help?" the cat moaned anxiously.
Wilfred hesitated. Yes, there was something he'd be able to do to help. He had his magic pen. But he really didn't want anyone to know what it could do...
No. He was being selfish. The silver fox hurried to grab his sketchbook and his feather pen, then turned to the cat. "Lead the way. I've got a plan."

This was not entirely true. Yes, Wilf had a plan, but it was fairly incomplete. As he and the cat reached the place where most of the humans were pursuing his fellow strays, he realized he had absolutely no idea what he was going to draw - or how it would help.
Still, he opened his sketchbook and feverishly started sketching, ignoring the cat's exclamations of "What are you doing??! How is this helping at all?" He scribbled without thinking, and after just a few seconds a giant, 10-foot spider crawled off the page and towards the humans and animals.
It was instant chaos. Humans and animals alike hurried for cover, even though it was clear the spider had no plans of hurting anyone.The only two who didn't flee were Wilfred - in awe at what he'd done - and the cat, who was staring at the feather pen in wonder. "You - what - how?"
"Magic pen," Wilf explained simply as he gathered his things and walked away. He could do with a nice nap now that everyone was safe. And he also didn't want to have to answer any questions.

When Wilfred next awoke, it was to a crowd of twenty or thirty animals gathered around. "Oh, dear," he said without thinking. That cat had told everyone about his magic pen, hadn't he? Now wouldn't something horrible happen?
As it turned out, life did get rather busy after word that a fox who could create anything was living in their midst. Many people wanted solutions to problems, or just something valuable. Eventually Wilf, tired of all the art requests and the constant animals bothering him day and night (being an introvert made this very hard), told everyone that he'd only be using his pen for those with a dire need, not a frivolous wish, and after this he felt a lot better. Doing things - his favorite thing - to help make the world a better place... it was perfect, and he was going to love every day of it.

Accessories:

• He found his bowtie in a human rubbish pile when he was very young. It looked rather sad and neglected, so he took it home, cleaned it up, and has been wearing it ever since.
• His sketchbooks - he has many of these, and all of them are loved and used often
• And, of course, the magic feather pen - his most prized possession which never leaves his side.

Favorite...
Color? navy blue
Season? Winter
Number? 7
Thing to draw? flowers

Art:

by Ittam

lineart by boat, color by Ittam

by me - Wilfred and the feather pen.

Thank you for looking at my form, and good luck to everyone :3
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[Sunlitsecrets]

by digital image - original design by booklover789

Username: Sunlitsecrets
Kennel Number: 375
Use: I'm always looking for new characters, and upon seeing this guy I fell in love. It's a simple design, yet fun to draw, and after only a single glance I could already see his whole background and personality. If I win him he'll receive lots of art and love and space in my imagination c:

Name: Lumiere
Name meaning: light
Nicknames? He prefers to just go by his full name.

Gender: male
Species and/or specific breed: winged fox ghost
Age: he actually doesn't know, but time flies when it doesn't affect you, you know?
"Birthday": the 1st of April

Personality: Lumiere is probably the most energetic, ridiculous, fun-loving person you'll ever meet. He was created to be the 'master trickster' and this is evident in every part of him. He walks with a constant spring in his step - or more often glides upside-down - he enters rooms by floating through walls - his smile is ever-present. He almost always is humming some tune he's either heard or made up, and he cannot sit still, no matter how hard he tries. These are just a few of the many strange quirks he has.
When he's out in public, he always wants desperately to be the center of attention. He has quite the ego and quite the pride in himself and what he can do, and wants the whole world to know about it. He's certainly not afraid to show off to get them to see that. He tends to exaggerate mostly everything he does, and since he shows off so often this has turned into what he does in everything - his voice is loud, his hand (paw?) gestures are loud, even his thoughts are loud.
He is incredibly creative, and not just when coming up with new prank ideas (though that's definitely a big part of it). Pretty much any problem in need of a solution can be solved by Lumiere, as long as he is given enough time.
He is entirely unused to being sad - his creator saw no need for him to ever feel that way and did not put it into the spell (perhaps the wizard thought that Lumiere wouldn't last long enough for it) and whenever he does get sad everything feels horribly wrong. He hates getting into such sad moods and is willing to do almost anything to make himself feel happy and normal again. Often at these times his most elaborate pranks occur, the ones that can usually cheer him up for months.
He is, the majority of the time, incapable of being serious (another thing that wizard overlooked). In fact, negative emotions in general are very unfamiliar and confusing to him, so much so that to those who have seen him for more than a day or two, he can seem quite a bit one-sided. It can be quite a bit annoying to hang out with someone who is persistently energetic and cheerful. Lumiere doesn't mind this, though - he wasn't created to be a grumpy ghost, and would hate to be one anyway.
He doesn't really have friends, as it's very rare for him to stay in one place long enough to really get to know anyone. This, out of everything, is what is most likely to get him sad, and what he would most want is a friend like him, who wants to travel the world forever and be the second best master trickster out there.
So far, he hasn't found one.

History/Background:
It is said that, many hundreds of years ago, there were two mighty wizards who absolutely despised each other. Each went to great ends to annoy the other, and though after many years of pranks back and forth they could no longer remember how their fight had begun, they continued it anyway. It was tradition.
One day, the elder of the two wizards completed a spell that had taken him months to plan for.

"...I call and create you now, master trickster! Awaken!"
Lumiere had never existed, and suddenly he did. It was quite a fascinating change, and though it took him a few moments to adjust, he slowly saw and heard for the first time. The wizard, standing triumphant in front of him, was speaking, but Lumiere didn't pay attention. He already knew who he was.
...A master trickster! Oh, yes, without a doubt he could already tell this was true. More prank ideas than he thought he'd ever be able to pull off rested inside his head, and as much as he wanted to try them all right away, he couldn't bring it upon himself to prank his creator. So, bouncing on his paws, he cut through the wizard's talk (which sounded very boring, anyway. How such a dull person had been able to create definitely-not-dull him was so confusing) and said, "Who am I going after, again?"

The other wizard happened to own a large and spacious castle, clearly seen from far off. It was easy, then, for Lumiere to find it, and that night he floated towards it (which, seeing as he glowed in the dark, might not have been the best time). As he reached the door, he briefly wondered how he was supposed to get inside. Maybe just knock?
So with one glowing paw the fox rapped on the front door, then scurried for the cover of some nearby bushes. "Who is it now?" he faintly heard, and a moment later the door opened, and the other wizard appeared with a frown. When Lumiere didn't reveal himself, the wizard sighed, grumbled something about wind, and closed the door.
That had certainly been fun, thought the fox, though he still wondered how he was supposed to get in. The longer he'd been in existence, the more he knew about himself... so maybe if he waited a bit he'd get an idea?
It turned out that idea of his was right - only ten minutes into thought and he realized that he could walk right through walls if he put his mind to it. With a mischievous grin, then, he slipped right on through the door. Time to try out some of those pranks.

Throughout the next week, Lumiere caused mass chaos in the castle. The 'other' wizard, as Lumiere had taken to calling him, poured milk into his cereal and took a bite, only to find that the milk had been replaced by glue. It rained inside, twice. Several large tarantulas 'found' their way inside and were discovered in the other wizard's bed. When Lumiere wasn't doing all this, he took to gliding after the other wizard for hours at a time and shouting 'boo!' every time he spoke. The other wizard soon found out why a strange, glowing ghost of a fox had started doing all this, but he had (for the moment) no idea how to banish a spirit from his castle, so Lumiere went unpunished for all the fun he had.
Being a master trickster was the best thing in the world to Lumiere, and life (though was he alive? A strange question. He refused to ponder it) was perfect. But unfortunately good things sometimes come to sad ends.
About a month after Lumiere took up residence at the other wizard's castle, the other wizard finally completed a spell to banish him from the place. It happened suddenly - one minute he'd been hiding all the wizard's socks, and the next he was several miles away in a lonely, deserted field. He tried at once to go back, but something kept him from re-entering the place... and when he returned to the home of the wizard who had first created him, he was turned away there as well, as he was no longer of any use to his creator.

The purpose he'd been made for was gone, and Lumiere no longer knew where to go, or what to do. For several days he thought about what to do next, but nothing sounded exciting or good... except to continue with what he'd always done - be a prankster. But who would want such a fox?
As his travels soon showed, most people didn't mind one or two pranks - it was when they'd undergone ten of his best in a day that they got annoyed. So he started a new routine - travel somewhere, play one prank on each person, then continue on. Soon this became his new routine - and what a fun one it was. He even started to like it better than his old one.

Years and years went by, so many years that it brings us to the present day of Lumiere's life,and the fox had become quite well known. His visits were often celebrated, and many hopeful pranksters would ask him for tips or advice.
Yes, being a master trickster was the best thing out there, and even though the way he went about it was not how he'd first planned, life was still good, and he wasn't going to let anything get him down. Not when there were pranks to do!

Favorite/least favorite
color? gold / black
season? Summer / Winter
number? 13 / 0
prank? ...does he have to pick just one?

Art:

by kitty ; ;

by me

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[Ancunín]

Username: istorii
Kennel Number: 4
Use: I am looking for a character with the below bio/personality and they fit it perfectly! <3
Name: Carvil
Gender: gender void
Species and/or specific breed: hawk plague dog!
Personality: psychopathic, delusional/schizophrenic, becomes extremely violent when mask is removed. other than that they are pretty blank.
History/Background: as a child and early teen they were obsessed with the aspect of death, and while they got teased for it by everyone they just broke. snapping completely they started to create their own plague
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. (optional): likes: death, anatomy, and his mask
dislikes: removal of mask, bullying, being called strange.
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