The SCAA - Officially Closed!

My gallery · by **the d** » Thu Nov 24, 2011 8:56 am

I don't care what you think, as long as its about me.
I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy

Username:
Cerulean.

Kennel Number:
Forty [40]

Age:
Three in dog years // Twenty-five in human years

Name:
Skyerunner

Nickname:
Skye

Gender:
Female

Breed/Species:
55% Maned Wolf; 45% Gray Wolf

Personality:
Skye is a complex little wolf, a few words that could be used to describe her are aggressive and musical.
She adores music, it's her passion and true love. You're bound to find her in a record store, or at some random punk show.
When she doesn't care, she just doesn't care, which happens quite often. Don't expect her to be sympathetic towards you unless she really likes you.
Skye tends to play hard to get, she loves flirting and then never showing her face to that person again.

She's a rebel, she tries not to follow rules, even though she's never broken the law.
Her true passion is playing electric guitar, and singing. She's quite popular in the city for playing extremely awesome rock shows.
That doesn't mean she's all rebel and emotionless, she likes expressing her emotions through music. She's not a fan of deep relationships, it's not that she doesn't believe in love, it's just that she's not found someone just right for her.

While she seems standoffish and hard to approach, she's really not. She likes making new friends, as long as you don't bore her to death.
If you annoy her, she'll let you know, somehow. She likes saying indirect things and writing songs about the "problem"
Skye is a very fun girl, once you learn to deal with the sarcastic side of her. She likes taking walks and being with people she actually likes.
She has the tendency to pretend to be a true friend, then turn on you after a couple weeks. It's something she does because she doesn't have many real fruends.

Likes:
- Music
- Concerts
- Dancing
- Flirting
- Cool colors
- Running

Dislikes:
- Ignorant people
- Not getting her way
- Boring and unoriginal things.
- Offices
- Classical music
- Not being front row at a concert
- Girly things

Background/History:
{.. We all have a story to tell, and this is mine. ..}
Skye was born in the city of Poughkeepsie, New York.
Her mother was a police detective, solving crimes and doing dangerous things. Her father was a lawyer, settling debates.
She used to look up to them, but now she turns her back to them, as they grow older.

------

The female sat on a park bench, strumming her acoustic guitar lightly. Sure, she loved her acoustic, but her electric was her favorite.
She smiled at the others that passed, some pulling loose dollar bills and change out of their pockets and dropping it in the guitar case. The sound made her happy, it made her proud that people enjoyed her music enough to pay for it, because, hey, money's tight these days.

[WIP, please someone kick me if I try and procrastinate xD]

Use and why I want her:
I love her design, I've admired it for a while, but I've never gone for her.
She has a wonderful design that has all of my favorite colors on it, and she's striped, which is one of my favorite patterns.
All in all, I just adore her design, and I'd love to give her the loving home that she deserves.
I will use her in drawings, I love drawing my characters, I'll include her in roleplays when I do roleplay, and she'll get her own special spot in my character thread.

Description:
Anthro
When she's in her anthro form, she looks just the same as when she's quad.
Her jet black hair comes halfway down her neck, it's short and straightened. Her bangs have blue stripes across them.
She's often seen in skinny jeans and a band tee, paired with a couple bracelets.

Another huge WIP :'D
Turkey Wolf

My gallery · by **Tiikeria** » Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:23 am

-{| “When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.” |}-

-{| Author Unknown |}-

-{| I am looking to give an amazing home to... |}-

-{| Basic Information |}-

-{| Number |}-

Kennel 6
-{| Birth Name |}-

[ "Memory" and "Treasure" in Swahili ]

-{| Current Name |}-

Memory and Treasure
-{| Nicknames |}-

-{| Gender |}-

Male and Male
-{| Species |}-

[ Vulpes chama ]

-{| Age |}-

[ As compared to a standard Cape fox lifespan ]

-{| Birthdate |}-

[ Tre and Rory, recpectively ]

-{| Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character? |}-

Aani Tiikeri

Eye of the Storm

-{| Mental Characteristics |}-

-{| Personality |}-

-{| Rory and Tre in a Nutshell |}-

-{| Likes |}-

-{| Dislikes |}-

-{| Phobias and Fears |}-

The two of them have never really been apart, and both, though they may not entirely show it, fear the loss of their other half.

-{| Disorders |}-
Rory:

From Wikipedia: "Dependent personality disorder (DPD), formerly known as asthenic personality disorder, is a personality disorder that is characterized by a pervasive psychological dependence on other people. This personality disorder is a long-term (chronic) condition in which people depend too much on others to meet their emotional and physical needs."

-{| Song |}-

Take It All Away

-{| Family and Historical Information |}-

-{| Birthplace |}-

Western Cape Provence, South Africa
-{| Mother |}-

[ Cape Fox ]
[ Deceased ]

-{| Father |}-

[ Cape Fox ]
[ Deceased ]

-{| Our Story |}-

"Run!" he yowled as he and his mate ran down the dank and dark alleys of New Orleans, heavy footsteps and their own pitter-patters echoing down the long brick halls. They were panting, tired from their running, but yet they kept going; they weren’t safe. They had never been safe, ever since the moment they unwillingly stepped foot in America. They had been stolen from home, from their newly given lives in South Africa, the humans who had taken them showing no remorse for their actions. It’s for the good of the world, they had said, You’re contributing to the survival of our species. They couldn’t help but wonder what was so good about that, but their voices went unheard, not out of lack of trying, but from lack of a common language, for humans could not speak canine, nor could canines speak human.

But now, they were free, or as free as they could be in a large city, dominated by a species that wanted nothing more than to use you for its own selfish gain. However, they had been followed; they were a valuable asset to the humans’ cause. They had been one of the most successful of the experiments so far, and the humans refused to lose them. Not like this. Not by being outsmarted by two foxes with the intelligence of a young human kit.

Their only chance was if they found somewhere to hide, if they found somewhere the humans couldn’t follow. Their panicked eyes scanned the alley before them as their paws hit the concrete and rock that made up the narrow area. They were coming to a street; maybe, just maybe, they could hide amongst the oblivious humans wandering the streets. It was their only hope of staying away from the hell they called “The Facility.” Then, maybe, they could find an actual place to call home.

The moment they turned the corner, they were met with an amazing sight, one that made their hope swell; a moving van, parked before a home, had the back wide open, boxes already filling the insides. They were home free. The moment they jumped in, darting behind a stack of boxes, they heard the footsteps turn the corner and stop, obviously in confusion. Their ears perked in alertness, their bodies tense; they froze as a door opened and shut, and the voice that sent chills down their spine sounded to the apparent newcomer, possibly the owner of the van.

“You there,” the man known as “The Hunter” by the Facility’s residents growled, approaching the young dark skinned man as he exited the small home, boxes in hand, “I’m looking for two foxes; small and brown. They just came around this corner. Do you know of their whereabouts?”

The young man, having stopped the moment this man, dressed in all black, despite the heat of the day, spoke to him in that gruff, unemotional voice. He raised an eyebrow at the stranger, but remained polite, as his mother raised him to do, despite the lack of manners that characterized the times, “No, sir, I haven’t seen any foxes around here. Just some stray dogs and a couple cats.”

The man swore, his lip turning up in a snarl as the 20-something man set his boxes in the back and slid the door shut, locking it with a turn of the large metal handle, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta get goin’.”

Without further ado, the darker man walked up the steps, locked the door, and returned to the van with a final nod to the fuming stranger. He never knew that, as he hopped into the driver’s seat, two foxes were curling together, their bodies cuddled together in the darkness, relief flooding their tired bodies.

They had escaped. This time.

{| ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |}

By the time he had reached the other side of town, to his new apartment building in a quiet parish of New Orleans, Dante Atlas was exhausted. Moving his belongings from the home he had stayed in since birth had been difficult, and time consuming, but, fresh out of college, he was ready for an independent life. The apartment was modest, but newer, and he could easily afford it with the salary from his new job: as computer programmer for large, local company, and that held one of the largest contracts in the country. But, right now, his major worry was unloading the van and getting all of his belongings up to the already furnished apartment.

Humming softly, he opened the back, the lock clanking and the door making a loud banging sound as it went up, which, in turn, woke the snoozing duo, the eldest lifting his head as they hid in a box, surrounded by warm clothing, both of them starting when the box was lifted, staying quiet, their eyes large and worried. Where were they? Were they safe here? Or was it going to be another nightmare?

They waited, their breathing slow and gentle as their hearts raced. They couldn’t be detected. Not now…not when they had finally escaped. They waited, even as the box was set down; it was picked back up a moment later after a click of a lock. The outside world was quiet; all they could hear were the footsteps of the human carrying the large cardboard box they had settled in. Once again, after a short journey that took them to another floor, the box was once again set down, a lock clicked, box up, then back down once more, where it didn’t move again. They waited, even after the door shut, and no sound was to be heard. Then, the youngest spoke.

“Tre…? Where are we?” a soft whimper was the first real noise the eldest had heard since arriving in the mystery destination.

“I have no idea, Rory,” he replied softly, bravely poking his nose from the box. This was how it has always been with them: Rory, the cautious one, and Tre, the brave one. Opposites had attracted from birth, though they had never imagined they would get as close as they had. Tre turned as a gentle nuzzle to his side caught his attention; the frightened eyes of his lifetime mate were gazing up at him and he couldn’t help but return the soft affection.

“We’ll be okay, handsome. We’ll be okay…it seems fine out there…we’re in a human den, I think…but it doesn’t seem like anyone’s here.”

“What if that one male human comes back? He…he might send us back…,” Rory’s whimpers were sad and worried, though Tre couldn’t blame his companion for his worry, as he, too, was concerned as to what was going to happen to them. But he kept a soothing and brave face for Rory, licking his muzzle with loving care.

“I’ll protect you. You know I will,” his voice was gentle as he soothed his other half, Rory snuggling into his side, black hair tucked under Tre’s chin.

“I know you will…you’ve never let me down before…you’re my protector, and I trust you with my life.”

Tre’s smile was enough to reassure Rory, his fear diminishing; he knew Tre would never let anyone harm him, just like it had always been, even before the Facility. Tre had always looked out for him, and had never let him down; even through all the testing, all the painful procedures, Tre had been by his side. He couldn’t imagine being without his mate.

“C’mon…let’s go look around…get our bearings. Maybe we’ll find a way out.”

What they didn’t know, was that a certain young man was once again returning to the apartment, laptop and another box in hand, intending on ordering himself some dinner courtesy of pizza delivery, the laptop open on top of the box. As the two small creatures leapt out of their cubic hiding space, the door once again opened. The foxes froze. Dante froze. And the three stared at each other for a few beats of time.

Then…

“Holy crap!” Dante howled, dropping the box, though catching the expensive piece of technology at the last second. Rory let out a terrified yap following the startling yell from the young man. Tre, didn’t seem to know what to do; this male human wasn’t really posing a threat, but he knew he couldn’t turn hims back on him to comfort his mate. So, as Dante tried to figure out why there were two small, yet strange looking, foxes, simple earrings in their ears, hair flopped in their eyes, standing in his new living room, Tre was trying to figure out the safest escape route. There was none. The only way out his rapidly shifting eyes could see was the door just beyond the man.

This isn’t going to end well…

“What the hell? How did you…?” Dante’s eyes scanned the box behind the two terrified creatures, then, he remembered the strange man in all black that had talked to him earlier, asking him about a pair of foxes he had been searching for, “You’re them…the foxes.”

Rory let out another terrified yip as he cowered behind Tre’s protective stance. It didn’t matter that this man could easily; he was going to protect his mate at all costs. However, he was surprised when the human male knelt down, looking at the small foxes before him as he blindly rested the computer on the bare hardwood floor, taking in their strange attributes and their gestures. They weren’t normal foxes by any means and he could see it easily.

-{| Physical Attributes |}-

-{| Weight |}-

10.25 lbs and 8.75 lbs
-{| Length |}-

[ Tip-to-flank ]
[ Not including tail ]

-{| Height |}-

[ Shoulder-to-paw ]

-{| Accessories |}-

-{| Other Information |}-

Hope you don't mind my extended form. ^.^;; If you prefer me to switch it around to more of a SCAA layout, let me know. X3

-{| “There is no telling how many miles you will have to run while chasing a dream.” |}-

-{| Author Unknown |}-

-{| I am looking to give an amazing home to... |}-

-{| Basic Information |}-

-{| Number |}-

Kennel 22
-{| Full Name |}-

[ Hebrew origin meaning "defending men" ]

-{| Nicknames |}-

-{| Gender |}-

Male
-{| Species |}-

[ Canis familiaris ]

-{| Age |}-

[ As compared to a standard Jack Russell lifespan ]

-{| Birthdate |}-

May 23rd

-{| Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character? |}-

Aani Tiikeri

Eye of the Storm

-{| Mental Characteristics |}-

-{| Personality |}-

Living up to the meaning of his name, Alex is a defender. He's not afraid to help others, even if it means he, himself, is put in the line of fire. He's down to earth and good-natured, often preferring to lay back and relax when he can. There is only one thing Alex is really afraid of, and that's flying, despite having wings on his back (which leads to an entertaining side story with Icara that will be written if I get them both X3). He can be quite headstrong when he wants to be, though not to the point of close-mindedness, just to the point of overall stubbornness. He's not afraid to speak his mind, though he makes sure that it's not so blunt that it's rude, and that's the last thing he wants. He hates wounding others, be it physically, or emotionally.
-{| Alex in a Nutshell |}-

-{| Likes |}-

-{| Dislikes |}-

-{| Phobias and Fears |}-

Despite the wings on his back, Alex is deathly terrified of flying; to him, one wrong move means "splat!" on the ground.

-{| Song |}-

Headstrong

-{| Family and Historical Information |}-

-{| Birthplace |}-

Montgomery, Alabama
-{| Mother |}-

[ Jack Russell Terrier ]
[ Deceased ]

-{| Father |}-

[ Jack Russell Terrier ]
[ Deceased ]

-{| Sibling(s) |}-

[ Jack Russell Terrier ]
[ Living ]

-{| My Story |}-

HISTORY/STORY HERE

-{| Physical Attributes |}-

-{| Weight |}-

18 lbs
-{| Height |}-

[ Ground-to-withers ]

-{| Other Information |}-

Hope you don't mind my extended form. ^.^;; If you prefer me to switch it around to more of a SCAA layout, let me know. X3

-{| “My soul is in the sky.” |}-

-{| William Shakespeare |}-

-{| I am looking to give an amazing home to... |}-

-{| Basic Information |}-

-{| Number |}-

Kennel 176
-{| Full Name |}-

[ Feminine verison of the name "Icarus", the ill-fated son of Daedalus who flew too close to the sun on wax wings.
Also means "uncertain" or possibly "he follows/follower" in Greek ]

-{| Nicknames |}-

-Cara
-{| Gender |}-

Female
-{| Species |}-

[ Vulpes zerda ]

-{| Age |}-

[ As compared to a standard Fennec lifespan ]

-{| Birthdate |}-

September 9th

-{| Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character? |}-

Aani Tiikeri

Eye of the Storm

-{| Mental Characteristics |}-

-{| Personality |}-

Cara is tough as nails, with the spunk and attitude to match. She's not one to back off and give up, and will only stop trying once she either succeeds, or is forced to stop. Nothing is impossible to her, and she'll make sure to prove it to others. Despite her attitude, she;s not self-absorbed as many first think upon meeting her. She's actually quite caring, and most of her "prove the impossible" projects are ways to help the Facility's captives break free; however, some of them have been a little out there. The one impossible thing she has yet to prove, that is her dream, is to fly. And, one day, she swears it will happen. She will fly. And she will finally prove the impossible to all those who doubt.
-{| Icara in a Nutshell |}-

-{| Likes |}-

-{| Dislikes |}-

-{| Song |}-

SONG HERE

-{| Family and Historical Information |}-

-{| Birthplace |}-

Kitty Hawk, North Carolina
-{| Mother |}-

[ Fennec Fox ]
[ Deceased ]

-{| Father |}-

[ Fennec Fox ]
[ Deceased ]

-{| My Story |}-

HISTORY/STORY HERE

-{| Physical Attributes |}-

-{| Weight |}-

2.75 lbs
-{| Length |}-

[ Tip-to-tail ]

-{| Height |}-

[ Ground-to-withers ]

-{| Accessories |}-

Her beloved flight goggles and scarf, along with an earring with customizable pendants.

-{| Other Information |}-

Hope you don't mind my extended form. ^.^;; If you prefer me to switch it around to more of a SCAA layout, let me know. X3

-{| These forms are giant WIPs. |}-

Turkey Wolf

My gallery · by **Wesley** » Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:28 am

Meet us on chat, Tiki? c;
Much as I hate to admit it, your form already looks amazing blank. o.o;;

My gallery · by **Soteria** » Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:31 am

I'm dropping out for Kennel 176,
I don't have muse for him anymore ;____;

My gallery · by **kaypatts** » Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:33 am

Can't Upload Pics
Username: Kayla
Kennel Number: 40
Name [of pet]: Skyerunner (Called Skyerem)
Gender [of pet]: Female
Breed/Species [of pet]: Wolf
Personality [of pet]: Kind Of Spoiled But Will Help A Freined n Heed. Hones. Outgoing. Bubbly. Swwet, Caring
Background/History [of pet]:Her Family Was Killed And She Has Escaped To Where SHe Now Lives
Use [for pet]: I Am In Desparete Fur a Fursona.
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]: Great Dancer, Like: purple, pink, blue, pizza, blueberrys. dislikes: Trees ,Cats, Blood, red, vegstables
Turkey Wolf

My gallery · by **Lions** » Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:45 am

crhyoyo wrote:

Username:
crhyoyo

Kennel Number:
One Hundred
{100}

Name [of pet]:
DellahNova

Also Called [nicknames of pet]:
Dellah
Delilah
Nova

Gender [of pet]:
Female/Fay

Age [Of pet]:
A mere eight months
{8 months}

Breed/Species [of pet]:
Draft Cross

Specific Breed [Of pet]:
Belgians crossed with a Quarter Horse

Personality [of pet]:
Dellah has a very, very interesting personality. Ill go over some of the basics c:

Adventurous
Yes, She has always had a knack for exploring and getting herself into wee bits of trouble. She loves nothing more to be out in the open land, exploring every nook and cranny of her home. She loves to meet new people and of course eat new foods. She loves to gallop across the open, uncaged land.

Believer
This filly is always pouring out hope, always believing there will be a better tomorrow. If she had a good day, she has hope someone else had a great day too. Is she had a bad day, she tries to cheer someone else's bad day up, in turn making her day switch around.

Caring
She is always on the look out for others, making sure they have what they need and making them happy. She is usually never self centered. Making others laugh always makes her feel good. If its something small like sharing her food, to something larger like sharing her heard, she is always ready o give it up for another.

Detective
This girl loves being a little sleuth, she is always looking for a good mystery to solve, from what happened to the last bits of food to where did the cow that used to live over there go? lol But her detective interests come and go very quickly c:

Exited
Of course a filly with this much energy gets exited very quickly and very easily. Crickets jumping and water running makes this filly want to run and enjoy life. She will also get jumpy and impatient when she gets exited, she likes to do thinks fast and quickly.

Fun
Young, energetic, jumpy, adventurous, this just spells disaster... and fun. This filly is the queen of fun. She knows how to liven up a dull moment and make and lively moment even funner. From running across the fields to jumping over wide streams she knows how to rock. c:

Girly?
No way! When your first see her you would think she was a male, her fighting spirit shows hotly. Her free personality makes you think of a male. But no, all of this perfectness is wrapped up in possibly my sweet little girl.

Intelligent
Course my little girl is no idiot, she is smart. Smart enough to dig a tunnel out of all the trouble she gets herself into c:

rambunctious
Of course to explore and gallop across the open lands you need lots energy. Yup, this little filly cant be tamed. (unless your her owner of course c;) She is wild and hates to be still. Caged in a barn...... yikes, you just don't want to see her when she is caged. She rears and bucks and kicks, its not a pretty sight.

Background/History [of pet]:

"Stop it." Chuckled Delli as the small Filly caked herself in mud.
"And what if I dont?" Question Nova with a hint of humor.
"Ill have to do this!" Delli called out, raced towards the small filly, in attempts to scare to horse out of the hot mud.
"Delli!" She squealed as she jumped up and raced onto the soft lush grass of the Alpine forest.
"Gotcha!" The slightly older horse mocked playfully as he walked along the large man made trail.
"We better be getting home to Daya." Nickered Nova as she started racing into the thickest part of the forest.
"Dellah, what are you doing?" Neighed Delli as he raced behind his younger friend.
"Taking a short cut." Answered the filly as she picked up speed.
"This brakes right through to Indian territory though." Whispered Delli.
Nova could barley remember her encounter with the Indians. But she couldn't say the same for Delli. He was beaten and mistreated before the Indians found him. That was the first time they ever met. She listened to the birds singing and the wind blowing. There... there it was, the sound of children playing and drums beating. A grin raced unto her face as the wind blew her feather necklace closer to her chest.
"Im goin home." Whispered Delli as he reared up, make a eighty degree turn and galloped off in the direction of the sunset.
Nova silently wished him safe travels as she continued closer to the comforting noises. As soon as the trees broke and the sun kissed her back she felt at peace. Children smiled at her as she gracefully strode into the camp. Greeting nickers and whinnies came from inside the wooden fences.
"Roark!" Whinnied Dellah as she strode to meet him at the fence.
"How are you doing Nova?" Asked the tall black stallion.
"As wild as ever!" Nickered Nova as she unlatched the gatepost as he former rider had taught her to do so well.
"In any trouble?" Whinned Roak quickly as he smoothly trotted out of the large fenced in area.
Before Nova could answer Roark changed his question,
"I mean, are you in any trouble yet?" Chuckled the older stallion throwing his head back and tossing out a loud whinnie.
"Actually not in any yet." Nova said with a small nicker.
"Well its almost feed time, care to join us." Questioned Roark.
"I really should be getting back to Delli and Daya." Nova whispered.
"But I guess I could stay for a bite." She said smirking. She walked over to the feed bin and chowed down. Around midnight and after a lot of running Nova decided it was time to be heading on home.
"Thanks Roark, I had an awesome time!" She said grinning as she galloped away.
"Any time Nova!" Roark neighed out, splitting the silence of the night.
"Speed." Nickered Dellah as she raced through the night, gracefully jumping over fallen trees and large rocks.
"Skill." She whispered to herself as she cleared the next jump by feet.
"Streng...." She noticed a small limping foal out of the corner of her eye.
They markings, the reminded her of someone.
"Pain!" She whinnied out. The small foal looked over to her through the shadows and gave a warning look.
"Pain its me." Nova nickered gently.
"The humans that you told me to trust, look what they did to me!" Scream the small filly, showing her side.
"Pain.." Whispered Nova as she came closer to the small filly, her heart filled with pain.
"Stay away, you did this to me." Whispered the filly as she slowly trotted away.
"But.." Dellah decided to keep her mouth shut as she started towards home, with a very heavy heart.

Other Characters Mentioned in Background/History [of pet]:

Delli:
Daya:
Roark: No ref- unofficial character.

Use [for pet]:
As a loved and cherished character, possibly in some stories and a very slim change she will be used in RPs. (Since I dont role play<3) She will be draw traditionally and will be ordered art of her c: Will possibly be displayed in my sig (If I can shrink the pic c:) and will be in a character thread I hope to make soon-ish c:

Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Art will be coming,
Appearance, since she is a foal she stands at a nice 4.3 feet at the shoulders. At full high im guessing she will be around 11. 2 feet. Her mane and tail are usually pretty straight and are always messy.
Turkey Wolf

A very large WIP of course, but its getting late and I have to go :c

Sorry, I have to quote or I would have lost it c: I keep having to go back a good twenty or thirty pages to find it c:

My gallery · by **Solanum** » Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:50 am

Bookmark it or something. It is really frustrating when people quote their forms without proper reason.

My gallery · by **Darkest.Nation** » Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:52 am

Chryoyo - Is it too hard to use the search bar? I've had a form up for at least 3 CDs already and I can just find it with the search bar. Reposting for reference isn't necessary.

Kayla - Hasn't one of the staff members been over this already?

1. There is a thread to tell you how to insert a picture. Search for it, or figure it out yourself, it's easy; I figured it out myself.
2. If you want to win, you have to put much more into the form, and clean up your grammar, puncuation, and mechanics.
3. And just because, do not repost this form unless someone tells you to. Not even if you have edited it; your form needs to stay here and only here.

My gallery · by **Discontinued** » Thu Nov 24, 2011 11:50 am

Username: ChaosHog
I want to be a santa!
Yes, I do promise to give something to my assigned person, and will enjoy what I get!
-awaits PM-

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