Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Skyebreeze]

I'm deciding to drop out of the competition. I have enough characters, and I'm still trying to figure out a place for all of them.

[Dia.]

.:I would like to adopt!:.
Number: 16
Picture:

Name: Chirp
Gender: male
Species:
Ibizan Hound and Pointy House Wren
Personality:

. :Quiet: .
Chirp is fairly quiet and reserved. He tends to only speak when spoken too. Chirp isn't one to make a big slash of an entrance and kind of just slips into a room silently. Only his friends know when he is around. However, even though he is quiet, he is quite intellegent. Chirp listens to conversations around him and draws in information like a light draws a moth.

. :Intellegent: .
Chirp is very smart and loves a challenge to keep his mind busy. He is the one who will shut himself in a room by himself with a book or computer or possibly a brain teasing puzzle for hours and be fine with it.

. :Responsible: .
Chirp is very responsible and makes sure to get things done quickly. He gets quite upset when he fails to meet a deadline for anything. Chirp usually takes responsibility for his actions, which has gained him the trust and respect of a lot of peple.

. :Friendly: .
He may seem very reserved, which he is, but Chirp is really very friendly if you get to know him. You really only have to find the one topic that he loves and you will be able to keep a conversation going for ages. Chirp is just one of those guys who you would be extremely lucky to have as a friend.

. :Not too Optimistic: .
Chirp tends to think on the dark side rather than the bright side. His past isnt a great one, which makes him think less optimistically than most. He is easily discouraged and often thinks that he is unwanted.


Likes:
Chirp likes to.....
-Be alone or in a small group of up to 3 people
-Read
-Go on peaceful walks
-write
-hum

Chirp Likes:
-chocolate or any kind of sweet
-the smell of books
-blending in

Dislikes:
Chirp doesnt like:
-Being the Center of Attention
-Being in a huge crowd of people
-Speaking in front of people
-Althletic Things
-When people expect too much from him
-Drama

Background:
The streets: They really are a terrible place... especially for a dog like me. I am different... I always was different... and nothing can really change that. Sad things happen on the streets... life changing things... injustice, cruelty, and strict hierarchies. If you weren't with the big dogs, you weren't worth more than a flea. You had to give up your food, your homes, your family... Those bullies got everything. Those who retaliated... they usually didn't live to tell the tale. But I was different, I retaliated and lived... though I don't think that I could go through it again ever. I'm too weak, not as young, and too easy to push around.

As far as I know, I have no real parents... I was born in a lab, a military experiment. My parents are merely strands of DNA. Sometimes those insane mixes turn out fabulous, amazing; those words make me shudder, make me sick to the stomach. Why? Because I cannot be explained with those words, and I never have been. Its jealousy, I know, but what else would you feel when your life was a mistake and you were the product of a DNA mix belonging to a bird and a hound?

After being created and cared for during the first year of my life, the other young experiments and I were taken out for some training. Something terrible happened and I was separated from the group, getting lost, and left behind. This made me believe that I wasn't wanted, that I wasn't good enough, that I was a failure. So I didn't bother going to look for them, I broke off on my own, soon finding my way into the middle of a city, full of people, cars, and dogs... normal dogs.

Those dogs instantly hated me. I knew it by the way that they stared and turned the other direction when I walked up. At first, I was completely ignored, until a group of dogs found out that even though I was strange, that I was weak. Word got around, and well, I was being bullied out of my places to sleep, my food, and my water. Those streets were cruel, and I ended up only a pile of skin and bones by the end of my second month there.

That was the moment when I promised myself to change. I promised I would no longer be bullied, no longer be pushed around, no longer suffer the wrath of the other strays. So I left, but not permanently like they had thought. No, I travelled a ways, off to find friends like me, or at least dogs that were willing to help me. Eventually, I did find them... a cross between a duck and a moose, said to have escaped from a lab, and a few lonely mutts. With those pals, I went back, on the way stopping and building up my strength. When I met those dogs again, I knew that I could take them. I would confront them, for the sake of all creatures who lived in those alley ways. Even if I failed, I would be starting a revolution.

I remember the night well. I stepped into the circular light of a street lamp, a chicken leg at my paws. The two arms on the clock were pointing up; at the twelve, and the street was quiet. There was no rumble of cars, no flashing of headlights, nothing. Before me was a huge snarling brute, the leader of the alley ways here. He wanted my chicken leg, but he wouldn't get it without having to fight for it. I had bent to pick up my chicken when he had attacked me, the force was tremendous, making me glad that I had assembled my little battle party. In an instant, they had erupted from the shadows, backing me up loyally. At that moment, my state of mind changed. I wasn't worthless, I had friends that would fight for me. They were loyal... and it felt great.

That night, at 12:06, I had won a battle, but had I won the war? My friends and I had injuries to heal that later turned to battle scars. Walking through the streets after that night, clearly word has spread faster than a forest fire. The bigger dogs were trying to pick on the smaller dogs, taking things from them, but the smaller dogs fought back bravely. After watching a few fights end sadly, I noticed the small dogs starting to travel in groups, those groups gaining size quickly as they recruited more and more. Eventually, the big dogs started thinking twice about being so incredibly rude. Even though the problem won't disappear completely, it was a lot better.

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Where am I now? I am alone... once again. My friends were taken away by the catchers... but I managed to escape. The duck-antelope cross managed to escape with me, but after that we kind of went our separate ways when he found a flock to join. I still see him, but not too often. So yes, yet again, I am alone... I don't think I will ever be able to choose a "pack" again, because whenever I try, we just get separated. I roam, and roam, staying within the borders of this small city. The big dogs are still around, but there aren't nearly as many troubles any more. However, I am worried about a new group of young dogs that have moved to town; they are the only ones who refuse to follow the rules here, the laws laid down by generations of dogs before them, or possibly even a bird-dog hybrid! I see them chase off the small breeds too many times, but what can I do about it? They have left me alone. Possibly they are scared of me, but I doubt it. Who would be afraid of a skinny grey and white dog with feathers? Do they think I have some disease or something? Well I suppose it is just as well... why would I wish their antics to be aimed at me anyway? I'm not in the shape I was when I fought back that one time... I'm back to my old, normal self.

I spend my time wandering around the alleys, trying to ignore the odd looks I still receive. I guess the locals still aren't used to me after a few years. It makes me think why I even stay here. Why don't I flee to the forest where I can be alone? Why don't I try to find the lab again? It can't be too hard, can it? Maybe the people who created me would recognize me, then they would take me in and I would get back into training to becoming part of the project again! Those thoughts make me angry. How could I think those things? Why would they want me? Am I doomed to dying alone; a bitter old shell of myself, skinny and lonely, scavenging from dumpsters? I have spent most of my life in the alleys... why change now?

However, something in me wants a change of scenery, a new try at life. So, I walk to the park, hoping to meet up with my friend's flock, and hopefully the duck-antelope cross himself. I suppose I am lucky, because I run into him. There is a fairly warm greeting, seeing that we were such great friends, but after that is done, I have to explain something to him. I tell him my plans; that I am going to leave the city in search of a new beginning, a new try at life. He only sighs and gives me some words of luck. What was I kidding? What made me think that he would join me on my journey? But I don't blame him, he is clearly happy here with his flock, why make him change his life? So, feeling slightly discouraged, I leave the park, headed north, the direction I remembered I came from those years ago.

Walking down the dirt roads leading away from the city is long and boring, not to mention the series of flashbacks that came to me. I walk past cows, cars, barns, houses, anything you can think of. Just when I think my paws are going to fall off, I hear something. Its quiet, but it is definitely something. It is the call that is so familiar to me, the call that all lab experiments are trained from the beginning. That long whistle that meant "come here" or "we need you."

My heart leaps as I suddenly charge forward, excited by the shrill whistling of many lab employees. Somewhere within the mix, I hear something similar to my own call, the call of a dog-bird mix. Suddenly, I find myself in the middle of a clearing. Yes! Everything is how I remembered! The humans in white lab coats, the different hybrids... but I hadn't noticed the extreme silence that formed as I appeared. Every being in this clearing is staring at me when one human yelps and runs forward, hands reached out. Her hands touch my ear and I remember the brand that was tattooed on the skin there years ago. "Its Chirp! Experiment 2645!" The human yells and the clearing is full of chaos. I look up at the human and I spark lights in my brain. This was my caretaker... my creator.... the human who called me her "baby", the person who was training me when I got lost!

The excitement in the clearing stirred something inside me momentarily. They did want me, they did care about me, they didn't forget about me after the years I was lost. And in the next moment, I was lifted into one of the travelling kennels and I felt the rumbling of the truck under my paws. I was headed towards the lab once more. My life was starting over, mostly.

Nothing can heal my battle scars. Nothing can heal my heart from what happened in those alley ways. Nothing can make me forget the things that happened.
But something that my human can do, is protect me from the hurt that comes with those memories.

A picture you drew:

Clicky!

Wow this is a beautiful character and I felt an instant connection with him. Nice work Gaiinawolf

[SilentEcho]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 11
Picture:

Name: Aries

Species: Bighorn Ram

Personality: Arrogant, loves to tease smaller rams, has a huge ego, is a softie deep down (reallly deep down )

Likes: Wining fights and arguments, jumping onto high cliffs, teasing Dall sheep

Dislikes: things that make him look small, wolves, losing things, tripping over, losing arguments and fights

Background: Aries was born in America, in a small herd, he loved his mother, he'd do everything with her. He was a strong ram, fending off pumas, but when a hiker saw him, and his majestic colours, he was quickly caught by carnies, ( those people who work at carnivals ) who took him and dumped him in a circus. But he was a strong ram, and rammed into any person who laughed, or pointed at him. A year later, he was taken to Canada, where he attacked a lady in the audience, the people who owned the circus were about to shoot him, but he kicked them and ran off.

After days of walking he found himself in a snowy place, where a wolf cub came up to him and wagged her tail "hi there!" it exclaimed. Aries decided she was the dumbest thing she'd ever seen, but her parents had abandoned him, and she was cute, so he led her to carcasses, where it ate.

3 years later, Aries is still with the wolf, he hates wolves, be she's an exception.

A picture you drew:

( sorry about that, i've uploaded it to imageshack )

[•Bliss•]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 18
Picture:

Name: Lumi aka Illuminate
Species: Mer-Wolf

Personality: Lumi is intelligent, brave, adventurous, and is a curious day dreamer. You can always find Lumi with her snout in a good book, day dreaming, or entering an unexplored cavern.
Likes: Lumi likes to explore, dream up her own fantasies, read, ask questions, sketch, and paint.
Dislikes: Lumi dislikes Mer-Wolves that are always scared, uncreative ideas and art, boring books, and big crowds.

Background:(Written in Lumi's words)
My name is Lumi, short Illuminate. My parents name me Illuminate because of the odd ball of light on my tail. Anyways, like I was saying, I am Lumi, daughter of the Sea King and the Ocean Queen. Well, that means I'm a princess. The Aqua Princess to be exact. Though I'm a princess, I sure don't act like it! I hate to be groomed, as I'm always in such a hurry to explore the Ancient Caverns of D'Errin or trying to discover new ones. However, I always have time for my friends. Well, right now, why don't you listen to the story of how I found my best friend Jessa Belle.
~~~
"Lumi, dear, where are you off to this time?" my mother asked when she saw me stuffing my traveler's pouch. "Nowhere, just trying to discover a new cave." was my reply. My mother just shook her head and left, as she was used to this. Though she does not approve of my hobby, she lets me go anyways. I grabbed some breakfast and swam out the Mother-of-Pearl barbed gate.
~~~
I was swimming for an hour when I looked back and saw a small, unusually teal colored sea horse. "Who are you?" I asked, wondering why such an odd looking sea horse would follow me. The sea horse looked up, frightened. "I-I'm Jessa belle, Your Highness." Jessa Belle looked down, as if she was afraid of little old me. "Don't call me 'Your Highness' My name is Lumi." I replied. Then I added "Would you like to join me on my journey?" Jessa Belle looked up excitedly. "Yes!" she exclaimed.
~~~
After Jessa Belle and I found a huge cavern, Jessa Belle became my best friend. She and I go everywhere together!

A picture you drew:

[starlord.]

DONATION!
Picture:
Name: (Not required) Mulan (Please change!)
Species: Mamoth
Link to lineart: my own(P.S. This pic doesnt have a lineart!)
Any extra conditions?:I prefer she is kept a mamoth, though she can be a elephant.

[Atwood]

Donations aren't open right now. ;3

Adoption forms will start being collected in about 22 hours, as a heads-up to anyone who hasn't finished their form. ^^

[starlord.]

Woops! Then can I quote it when they are?

[iPawki]

Ah! Really? *rushes*
WIP

I would like to adopt!
Number:
17
Picture:

Name:
Crea
Species:
Sea Turtle
Personality:
Crea, created out of jade and bronze and other precious materials, has a heart of gold. She has such a loving personality, a soul crafted of such deep love and hard-work, it is almost impossible to hold a grudge against her- unless it is the jealousy we all tend to feel deep inside. Crea does not need to rely on others. She has no appetite, no understanding of others except for her creator and others of her species, and, in reality, is not a living thing. She is simply a statue who may move and swim just like any other turtle. Such a beautiful treasure, with such a wonderful profile? Why, she could never understand the evils of the world.
Why one kills, why others seek revenge. Life is simply a cycle of death and birth, an infinite loop. Crea seeks the deep answers, never satisfied with the first layer. She is not fooled by what she sees, and looks within a person, even if she is not clear of whom they may be.
Likes:
Crea does not need to like anything. She is simply a carved turtle, and so, in the midst of things, she does not need to prefer one thing over the other. Yet, however, she absolutely loves sand. The soft feel of it against her cold metal wings that are able to slice through water like twin blades feels ever so refreshing. When warmed with the dappling sunlight, the sand is like a bandage, healing the cold and the scars of the buffeting wind and chills of the night that make shivers run through her jaded body. Naturally, she would love water, and nature,
Dislikes:
War. Simply the bad feeling that fighting brought her. The clash of the turtles she once was forced to live with was unbearable. The blood that spilled from the fighting of the humans that surrounded her all her life? The pressure was terrifying. She hated it all. Crea often felt like sitting down and covering her face with her wings. If only such arms were that flexible, she would think.
Background:
He had blond hair, blue eyes. In the midst of World War 2, it was during 1943 that Crea was created. He was a scientist, living someplace in Europe that no one had yet depicted. He was intelligent, smart, straight-forward, and honest. Yet under that layer of values and virtues, lay a sinful field of evil. He was carving a rich statue of a turtle. The ingredients consisted of gold, bronze, jade, and tiny black pearls for its small, beady eyes.

He had created the perfect plan. She would be the beauty to capture the enemies. She would represent the world. The gold, from North America, the pearls from South America, the jade from Asia, the copper from Europe, and more precious materials from Africa. She would be the symbol of destruction. She would trigger the corruption of France, and England, and perhaps even the United States of America. A grin ran under the plastic fabric that was strapped tightly around his mouth, and the building continued.

Something must have gone wrong with the plan. He had, perhaps, reached too high, gone too far. For when he stared at his finished product, it was not what he had expected.
He had fallen for her beauty, her grace. Certain, almost magical, things inside of her had brought her to life. The eternal hard work he had put into her was giving her the majestic power he had been sure animals could never obtain.



A picture you drew:

[Døx]

Aeyu. D:

I would like to adopt!

Number: 18
Picture:

Name: Mhy Kuuyuu
Pronunciation: M-hy K-you
(Mhy meaning Pure, and Kuuyuu meaning water.)
Species: Mer-Dog
Personality: Quiet, Shy, Reserved. She prefers being alone, although she slowly grows more lonely.
Likes: Kuyyuu enjoys being alone, and she finds contentment in watching water lilies and their journey.
Dislikes: People. Other beings.
Background: I'm editing this part. x3x
A picture you drew:

[Benedict]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 11
Picture:
Name: Tanngrisnir (Grisnir)
Species: Bighorn
Personality: Like lightning, Grinsir is a very quiet ram lurking and observing until his strikes hit, then the thunder will roll and everything will fall silent agian in an anxious anticipation. Sometimes the storm will pass and grisnir will go back to his quiet and stately disposition, at other times he will continue lighting up at random, letting his opinion roar through without a thought to it. Usually this leads to a kind of awkardness and paranoia, where he will rumble away in a more sensible manner, though it all sounds very negative he is neither optimist nor pessimist, simply stating from an unbiased perspective at first and then elegantly sneaking in his own opinion.

To many he will look very dismissive and non-dominant, but his real disposition is hidden beneath the surface and as descripbed before will appear at random in a 'strike'. his true disposition is that of a harsh realist, trying to see the world exactly as it is, though not in wonder or joy. Merely in a way where he himself can survive without much trouble, and thus he has not high regard for the lives of others as long as it would not disdurb the enviroment too much.

Likes: Being in command and safe from harm
Dislikes: Those that try(and suceed) to outsmart him
Background:
A picture you drew: