Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[emgeal]

Alright, Thanks Spotty.

[The Sky's The Limit]

Number :~: 15

Name :~: {Winter for her dazzling markings and cold colors, for the swirls that remind me so much of cold, snowy days.} & [Omni, because it fits him and seriously sounds good. xD]

Gender :~: {Female} & [Male]

Species :~: {Wolf} & [Wolf]

Personality :~: {Introvert. Despises social activity of any sort, especially if she has to start the conversation.

Likes :~:

Dislikes :~:

Background :~: (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.)

Art :~: OPTIONAL! This will only get you extra credit. You still have to write the rest of the form. COLORED IN LINEART IS NOT ACCEPTABLE. IT HAS TO BE ART YOU DREW FROM SCRATCH.

WIP xD

[alas,]

Gaiina- I swear... Confusing me with all your characters that you donate. xD ::patpatpat::

Please judge my form even if I do not finish.

I would like love to adopt!

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.: Number :.
16. (Sixteen)

.: Picture :.

I have sketches of her everywhere 'cause I was s'pose to draw all of Gai's chars, and this was one. x3

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.: Birth Name :.
Acai, a name given with love and was meant to stick to her and have the wolf feel emotion. Frankly, it did not.

.: To Refer To :.
Rouge, a name given by drunks. It was meant to bring her closer, but the idiots ended up killing themselves.

Despite the fact that the specific anthros were rude and dirty, Acai kept the name to remember the old days. She does not want die of alcohol, so she reminds herself with this name.

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.: Description :.
The arctic wolf is ready for action; she would remind you of the spies in movies. Black leather, dark glasses- she does it all. She is so graceful which only makes this fact truer.

She is good at many things, especially snooping around elegantly without getting caught. Making wines is a hobby of hers- she creates the most flavorful juices and is amazingly great at it. If you want one, though, you better be rich because she'll charge a huge fee.

.: Physical Description :.
Rouge has a lean, muscular body. It is very flexible allowing her to bend in cramped areas to she can fit in. She moves peacefully making no noise as she strides.

Her white fur isn't as soft as velvet, though she keeps it very clean. It is like artificial wolf fur on plushies; very long and thick. It is distracting to men, and tempting to children.

Her tattoo is of a cherry blossom. It was done by a friend who has passed in a bar fight. It is printed on her skin, and her fur making it look solid and not dappled.

Her tar gray stockings are all natural and are created or thinner fur that blends with her dark gray skin underneath. This is the softest part of her fur and is addicted to touching it.

Her golden bands are real gold. Her father was a miner along with her uncle and many cousins. All died in a mine accident when the cave collapsed; but she received the bands before they all passed. She cherishes them and doesn't remove them at any time. They were kept on her body her whole life and are almost impossible to remove.

Her amber eyes are a favorite of some, even though she dreads them and desires ivy green eyes.

6'3", 116 lbs.

.: Species :.
An anthro arctic wolf. Some confuse her for a fox because of her smooth pace- no trotting- but she is indeed a wolf. You can tell by her height.

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.: Personality :.
Rouge has many personalities; she is not a single emotion. Devious, tranquil at times, intelligent, quick to start a fight, can be a joker, rather selfish when drunk.

::Devious::
Rouge can be noted as devious by the way she sneaks around and tricks people into things. Her smarts only makes this fact more believable and true. She can crack rude jokes and her whole life styles just portrays stay away.

::Tranquil::
Rouge is very tranquil when she wants to be. In huge situations, she is calm and knows what to do. If she were in a fire, she would be capable of walking out without any trace that she was in one on her body. This attitude would be given even if she were drunk.

::Intelligent::
She has to be so smart to be capable of snooping around so easily. She isn't school smart, but street smarts are her whole brain. She teaches herself with her senses and experiences.

Quick to Start a Fight::
She may be quick to start one, but only when she needs to put people in their place. If they are acting out of their rank, she will attack leaving them alone in a stance of fear and death. When she needs to calm them, she'll warn them with a small match of therapy effects.

::Joker::
She is a humorous gal. Capable of making any laugh whether it be a dirty joke or a clean, true funny phrase, she can pull a giggle out of even the meanest souls. She would hate being a comedian, though.

::Selfish::
Rouge isn't very caring what-so-ever. She will kill mercilessly if given the opportunity and if it is truly needed. When she is drunk, she is even worse and loves to be rude to others and give herself kudos just to bother those around her.

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.: Likes :.
Rouge has a soft spot for few things, though they are deep spots that can be easily picked out from her life. Wines and booze, the country, medieval buildings and life-styles, bars, her tattoo, piercings and jewelry, money.

::Wines and Booze::
Rouge will drink these liquids constantly because of the flavor and the heat rushes they give her. She loves the taste and the colors of them. They fill her with wonder.

::The Country::
Not the USA, but the wide open fields and farmlands. The smell of plants makes her content. She feels balanced at home and that she can do anything there.

::Medieval Buildings and Life-Style::
She thinks it is just so fascinating on how these people were able to command others to do what they were told. The entire era was just so gorgeous to her. All the fame and riches the queens got makes her jealous, though.

::Bars::
This ties in with her favorite drinks. She loves the smell and the attitude of the men in the setting. It makes her feel wanted and not neglected.

::Her Tattoo::
She simply adores it. She feels that she is beautiful with it- she is so self-conscious without it showing, she will often tear hole in her shirts and jackets so it can be seen. It makes her feel strong.

::Piercings and Jewelry::
They make her feel stronger; more courageous. She makes sure others can see them before they start to fight with her.

::Money::
She is in deep poverty. She only dreams to be bathing in the green paper bills. She wants to be rich like most.

.: Dislikes :.
Rouge hates many things. Plain tasting drinks, consistent noises, such as a pencil sharpener or glass colliding. Overly kind anthros, idiots.

::Plain Tasting Drinks::
They just don't satisfy her like wine. They make her angry because they are "flavorless".

::Consistent Noises::
They make her ears itch like something is chewing her ear drum. She will try and cease the noise and destroy the cause of it.

::Overly Kind Anthros::
She hates how some can be so nice. How can they be so happy in such an evil world?

::Idiots::
Rouge hates having to explain things six-hundred times, or having to fail at her attempt of eavesdropping when someone screams, "What are you doing?"

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.: Background :.
Was it his time? Most likely not, but Rouge would not stand for it. He was trying to put himself above her rank. What is the rank above alpha- oh right, there isn’t one.

She stood solemnly in the best spy dress she could find. She wasn’t necessarily a spy, though; She just wouldn’t’ put on a frilly dress with sad portraits ironed on. It was black with a white bow tie and thin lace rims. The rain was pouring and she stood under a small umbrella. Pups ran across her feet patting her tendons; the fur there was always so soft. She let them prod her paws, but kept a close eye on them.

“We shall miss him dearly, and he was a good man,” a he-fox said in a boring tone. He wasn’t so happy to be there either. Rouge smirked and thought to herself.

Yes, a good man who tested the leaders, crashed millions of our kind, and destroyed the mine killing my family.

It had been in the newspaper for weeks that mine accident. Rouge was the only one that knew it was him. She would’ve spoke up, but she had to evidence. He had been to court for the crashes, though; went to jail for them, even. That was good enough for the Arctic Wolf.

The funeral ended and she left abruptly so no one would question his murder. This was another thing no one but Rouge knew about. Well, being drunk can make anyone killer. Rouge threw her car door open and sat in the comfy leather seat. She put the key in the ignition and raced down the freeway with no idea where to go.

The sun was hiding behind the fields pausing for its colors of the sunset to catch up with it. Rouge sat on an abandoned home’s porch and watched the landscape. It was beautiful. The sun sinking, the wheat churning with the breeze, the lack of cars zipping down the road was all part of her view. The country was gorgeous and time consuming.

WIP

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.: A picture you Drew :.
WIP

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-ffft-
WIP. xD

[crazy cranky critter]

I would like to adopt!

Number:
#3 (three)

Picture:


Name:
Inaleea

Nick name:
Nally

Species:
Smili

Subspecies
Pompeii Smili

Personality:
Nally is quite a spoilt smili. Shes your sort of girl who knows everyone likes her but shows no interest in anyone just to annoy the males. She cares only about what she needs to know and does not bother her self with other smili's problems.

Likes:
April festivals - she can chill, have fun and show off her exquisite face painting skills
Herself - Nally is rather self absorbed one coul say. She considers herself a rare beauty of the smili world
Tricking males - if she had to choose one thing she loves the most Nally would say tricking males, telling them she loves them when she does not. Making them do stuff for her then running off. That is what she loves.

Dislikes:
Serious people - Nally gets bored easily and needs a joke now and again to brighten things up a little
Having to work - Nally hates having to help
Bad customers - Nally trades paints for April in exchange for prey. She hates being ripped off

Background:

Nally does not have an interesting life.

Heh, retarded notes for me self.
APRIL CELEBRATION, Popeii smili, stout females, 200kg, 1m at shoulder, retractable claws, hang with tail from trees and hiss. Mask for social reasons,

[infinitesimal void]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 9
Picture:

Name:
Blossoming Cherry Tree (Blossom)
Species:
Dingo
Personality:
She doesn't go around loving everyone she meets. It takes a while to get her to warm up to you, but if she does, she is possibly the best friend you'll ever have. If she smells the scent of the human that tatooed her, she goes pretty much beserk.
Likes:
Her friends
Sitting in the shade of a cherry tree
Hearing stories
Dislikes:
Hunters and Poachers
The human who made her different
Guns
Background:
Shunned. She was always shunned by her pack. Born in the wild, taken as a young pup, tatooed, pierced, and marked by some crazy two-leg, and put back. That stupid human made her different. Hated. After she got over her initial anger, she looked at her tatoos. They were pretty enough, beautiful, even, but they still marked her as different. Other pups would pick at the bracelets, tug her earring. And one day, the alpha was tired of it. She almost didn't make it.

A bright light was shining over Blossom. Strange; why was she so close to the sun? She blinked a few times. A face, a two-leg face, was visible now, blocking some of the light coming from the lamp. Blossom struggled to get up, to run, and then realized it was a different human, not the crazy one. She relaxed.
"Gave us quite a scare, you did," said the little two leg. It was a young one, female by the sound of her voice. "Immy thought you wouldn't make it." As she said this, she pointed to an oddly colored wolfish creature that had two tails and wings. Bloss wiggled her tail a bit. Maybe this human was nice. She got up off a couch she was laying on, and walked over to "Immy". The creature was apparently fluent in dingo, wolf, domestic dog, English, and others. Impressive. Blossom told Immy everything, which Immy translated to the human child. Blossom caught the girl's name: Rivalette. Nice, and a lot simpler than Blossom's full name. She studied Rivalette for a while. If Rivalette was a dingo, she wouldn't be older than one and a half. Yes, she was definately very young. Riv turned to her.
"Well, would you like to stay?" she asked. Bloss barked her answer to Immy. Imaline told Riv, and a wide grin broke across her face. "Great! C'mon, let's pick a room for you! You can meet some of the others, too." Bloss trotted up the staircase after her new friend, tail wagging happily.
Other:
When I saw her, my heart went *fwoomp* and stopped for a second. She is beautiful. Seriously.
"Immy" refers to Imaline, the key seeker in my signature. She's the second critter on the top row.

[Atwood]

Forms will be collected in about 24 hours from now, just so everyone knows. :3

[Ranua]

Attitude towards her own kind;
Since she was raised by leapords Kiya has spent
little time with her own division. Her isolation has made
her examining and cautious towards her own kind,
though she rarely shows hostility.

Contemplation on mating as well as ardor;
Kiya entertains little thought towards the opposite gender,
and whatever she thinks of them is rarely positive. This is most likely
due to the fact she was very poorly treated by her correspondents,
which has led her to believe all males are barbaric, trouble making
morons. The only reason she would ever select a mate would strictly be
for the production of cubs.

Views on Warfare
Since even a border skirmish is a rare event in the barren Asiatic
landscapes Kiya has thought little on warfare. She would base any decisions on the subject
depending on the current situation. For now, she'd prefer to avoid it, but her opinion
may change in the future.[/size]

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Likes:

Being Female;
Kiya takes pride in her physical place as a
female. She enjoys the arrangement of her being, and likes the fact one moment she can be dainty and the next
a blood curdling warrior. This sense of emotional and physical freedom leaves the impression that she is
a diversified, versatile natured character.

Being Alone;
Though Kiya finds solace in the company of others she enjoys to be on her own from time to time.

Nightfall;
Kiya enjoys hunting later on in the day. She's bulky, and slower than most predators of the region. So, the easiest way for her to entrap her quarry is to hunt when their all asleep.

Hunting;
With a highly developed sense of taste and smell Kiya is enraptured by the thrill of the hunt. Her predatory instinctcs often tend to dominate her strategic propensity during a coursing.

Fighting;
Even if she's not the most talented combatant Kiya still loves to spar. When locked in battle she's very unpredictable in movement, her greatest advantage. Even so, she prefers to play fight rather than to indulge in border skirmishes.

Fish
Though fish is something leapords {and smili's} will usually only eat on occasion Kiya
can't help but love the savory seafood.

~+~

Dislikes:

Males;
Though Kiya tends to evade males in general she
has a particular distaste for cocky ones.

~+~

Ambition(s):
Kiya has few ambitions. Her current desire is to simply find a compatible male so she could start a family. She doesn't intend to settle down exactly just yet, perhaps later on she'll find a suitable mate. But until then, she'll only breed, separate, and go back to living her old life.

~+~

Weakness{s}:
Curiosity;
Even though curiosity can be a strength it can also be a weakness. Kiya's intrusive nature often gets the better of her, and often gets her tangled up in some sort of sticky situation.

~+~

Strength{s}:
Intelligence;
One of Kiya's greatest strengths is her discernment. She often uses her savvy to manipulate others in battles or to read movement.

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[crazy cranky critter]

I would like to adopt!

All quotes are things I have said and though ^___^ Nathia is very much based on my philosophy and I have used her to express some thoughts.

Number:
#12

Those who care not of looks but of kind ways are the most beautiful people of all

Picture:

In the face of the earth we are only children, young and foolish

Name:
Nature’s Child

Nick name:
Nathia

Species:
Elemental Cow [Earth]

Mother Earth is the only one who knows all

Personality:
Imagine, a gentle dove swooping down on soft wings. A heart as soft as melted butter, kind and forgiving with not a cruel intention in it. Simple and peaceful, not trying to find any deeper meaning to things.
You have just imagined the outline of Nathia.
A perfect creation of the gods. The one who loves all, and all love this one.
Nathia is silent and thoughtful. Although not very bright she can feel others feelings loud and clear, they mix with her own and give her a greater understanding of all being alive.
A mother to all who will accept her care, even if they have bad intentions themselves.

As we cut trees and steal water Earth plots revenge. For things always naturally go in to balance

Likes:

Water – This represents what life should be like, clean, fresh and pure
Damp Forest Floors – Nature is an endless beauty, the coolness of a forest calms ones spirit and refreshes ones soul
Incoming Rain – How could one not enjoy the buzzing and yet calm feeling of incoming rain. The air smells fresh and all is fine
Spring – With spring comes the bursts of new life and hope, momentarily wiping evil of the face of the earth
Dark Green – the colour of the forest so deep and secretive, ones soul can be swept away.

Only the best people are struck down more then once. This is because they stood back up for what is right

Dislikes:
Smoke - the smell of death and destruction, suffocating one with fear
Traps - traps mean slaughter, the evil killer of good
Blood - the one true meaning of death, blood is evil and cruel

What we take too much of today will not re appear tomorrow

The Myths of Nathia:

The Child is Sent:

The quiet race, the people of the clouds. Lovers of nature and all good beings that live amoungst it.
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One day the people of the clouds looked down on earth. A single man went out with his axe. He chopped down a tree and did not thank the gods. He then walked off. A young godess, Nathia, godess of new life began to cry. And so it rained and rained for seven weeks. When the rain stopped a cow gave birth to a single calf. Alone in the earliest days of winter this cow was perfectly normal. Or almost perfectly normal. But she had two tails. One held the balance of man, one held the balance of nature. Should one race be taking over its tail would grow longer. This calf also bore a beautiful pattern on her soaking wet coat. Not only that, she had beautiful emrald green eyes. When war had come they would glow red. This calf was named Nathia, Nature's Child. She was sent for one reason: to keep peace.


The Lightining Bolt of Strength:

Two years, three months, two weeks, one day after her birth Nathia had all ready saved many lives of forest animals.
One morning when the land was parched Nathia spotted a young wolf. Approaching it she extended her nose to sniff its face. A man was cutting fire wood a few meters away, holding a candle so he could carry his load when it got dark. As he chopped wood he grew weary. Suddenly the land burst into flames, for he had accidentally dropped his candle. Nathia smelt smoke, her eyes clouded with fear. She grabbed up the young wolf and fled. The fire raced and she began to cry as she felt the heat lap at her tails. Begging with the gods she continued, loosing all strength and falling over. The wolf who had not used any energy could run away and did. The flames engulfed Nathia and choked her. Hoping for one last breath she held her head up, looking up at the clouds from whence her blessed powers came. Suddenly there was a thunder clap and ran began to pour. Looking up, her eyes shining, Nathia noticed something falling. The necklace dropped and landed over her head, the lightning bolt brought her strength and she ran from the smouldering ashes.


A Stroll in the Forest:

When the summer returned to warm the land Nathia rounded up three friends. A fish, a snake and a bird. For she wanted to know what they thought of the world. All four friends set out, walking on all fours, for they were all so similar. As they walked along Nathia began to hum. Nearing a river she said "Fish, what do you think of the river?" the fish looked at her and answered "Too cold and gloomy, I have kept away from it!" Nathia smiled and walked on. Snake trotted up next to her. "Ah, Snake, What of the Earth? What do you think?" the Snake set beautiful round eyes on her. "So ugly mucky, it looks so cold!" Snake replied. Nathia grinned again and continued to walk. As they came to a clearing Nathia questioned, "Bird, do you love the skies so blue?" Bird tilted its head. "No, no the skies are too far off to think of." She replied. Nathia nodded and said "Lets go home." and so the four friends returned home. When they got home Nathia sat down and said to the earth "Please, may I have some food?" and with that some grass sprouted up. The friends ate and Nathia gave thanks. When they were done she turned suddenly. "Its time you all got home, but let me tell you. Your homes are re located..." Nathia said with a sharp edgee to her voice. "You are mean to nature, just as man is. Fish. Is the water to cold? Well let me tell you, from now on you will appreciate any scrap of warmth it gives you. Snake, the ground is too low? Well you will live on the ground and love its warmth. And if it is 'too ugly' then you shall loose most of your sight and grow beady eyes. Bird, the skies are so high you can't think of them? Well now you will be too high for us to think of!" Nathia said angrily. "None of you gave thanks to earth so you must now hunt for food. Fish, you will hunt smaller fish, Snake you will hunt rodents and bird you will hunt worms. May you respect nature now." she frowned. "But you are my friends, I love you, so to let us be happy, fish you may have beautiful silver scales to keep out the water, Snake you can have the sharpest fangs for hunting. Bird my friend, I will gift you a heavenly voice to remind us of your presance up there." She finished with a grin.

If I get her I intend on making her her own mythology and thread, Ive never felt so connected to a character and so willing to write for it. I'm usually quite lazy...

[Fake Diamond]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 7
Picture:
Name: Arianna or Ari
Species: Mixed domestic dog
Personality: Arianna at first was a very sad and lonley dog as she was used for testing chemicals on her, but after she runed away from the lab and got a good home she changed completley. Shes now very happy and hyper dog. it seems like she frogot about the past and thinks about whats going to happen tommorow. Shes quiet smart for a dog like her, in an argument she always wins.
Likes: swimming and water,playing with her owner, talking to her friends, playing it, running around, waching the clouds and sometimes stars, her unique colours,summer,spring, flowers, sleeping, playing with her friend cat named Susan, waching the tv and being random
Dislikes: Her past, animal testing,cruel people,small rodents,the colour red as it reminds her of blood,autum,boring days,when the time goes too quickly or too slow
Background: working on it
A picture you drew: drawing it

[Atwood]

Forms will start being collected in about two hours from now, so make sure to get in any last-minute edits. :3