Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Coy]

Did I miss it? :c I tried so hard!

[Atwood]

You're only a minute late, so I'll accept that. :3 I'll take forms up to about half an hour past the closing post, since people could easily have started editing or working on their forms during the collection period and not realized the collection was finished until they submitted the form.

[iPawki]

Ah! Really? *rushes*

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.
He had fallen deep into the depths of the ocean and their creatures.

He was too entranced to be involved with such a life. The young turtle had soon escaped to the coasts, and into the waters.
Many turtles race for their lives. When they are born, many predators will hunt them down before they may attain the water. Yet Crea had never been troubled by such dangers. Her only enemy had been water.
Her wings were too heavy for such crashing waves. She could not fight against them, until she learned to glide through, slice through, strike.

The turtles around her enjoyed war. They loved fighting for their prey, enjoyed clashing and striking. Crea did not. When the scientist found her again, accidentally, things were not going very well. A year had past, and their encounter had not been meant for.

The builder had been caught, and brought to a small prison by the seashore. Crea had found herself upon the warm sand, soothing her metal wings and allowing the sunlight to speckle the gold that lined her arms. Something, such a feeling, was pulling her towards him, like a metal tracker.

For the young man with such big dreams, his only wishes now were to stay awake, alive. Crea's escape had drove him crazy. His mind was controlled, taken over, and his movements rash. He was so indulged in his own little universe that he would probably not had noticed if he had died.

And soon enough, he did. Crea could do nothing about it. It was simply the bullet of the gun that killed him, simply the monstrous movement of time, passing along nonchalantly.
Crea had pondered about his death. Could it had been revenge who had caused him to be killed? Yet, who would have triggered the revenge? Such a young, inexperienced turtle would not have known. And she would never had known.

Crea drove herself into the pearly ocean, and to this day she still lives there. She simply creates her circle of bubbles by gliding around in the pristine ocean, the azure waters. No one can touch her. She is safe. She is impossible. Yet she has never triggered the destruction of an enemy. Simply the one of a friend.





A picture you drew:

Is it too late to edit?

[Coy]

You're only a minute late, so I'll accept that. :3 I'll take forms up to about half an hour past the closing post, since people could easily have started editing or working on their forms during the collection period and not realized the collection was finished until they submitted the form.

Atwood, I love you. I really do. I'm sick as a dog and lost track of time in my writing. That's my outlet for sadness XD Thank you! Sorry for the lateness.

[Skylarr.]

can i post my edited one now?! i didn't realize it was code drop already.

*will edit this post*

[mokapi]

>.> May I edit mine as well? I have a few things I wanted to add.

But if the whole "well if I let one person then they'll all want to" thing comes into play, I totes get it. P:

Edit:

Actually, I think I'm over ten minutes too late, so it wouldn't even make sense for you to accept, sorry xD

[crazy cranky critter]

Sorry for going off topic, but still can I please have my question answered :3
So forms are closed completely arn't they?

[Atwood]

Remember to keep things not directly related to forms in the chat thread. ;3

Yes, collections are firmly closed now; the grace period is meant to give people who were actively working on their forms during the collection a few spare minutes to post their updated form if they go a bit over time.

[diamondpals]

I am marking this for later <3 I really love the designs, especially #24 <3 I will be back soon!

[Ranua]

Edited! ^^

I would like to adopt!
Number: 7
Picture:


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Name: Arrow

{# a mark to indicate a direction or relation
# a projectile with a straight thin shaft and an arrowhead on one end and stabilizing vanes on the other; intended to be shot from a bow}

-By google definitions.
Origin of Title: Old English

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Species: Winter Wolf x Unknown

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Personality:
A happy extrovert he loves power, not as a leader of others
but as the one completely in charge of others. He is sincere, honorable, and magnanimous, proud
and impatient with those who would dare to question his intentions or motives.
He is generally dignified and positive.
He is philosophical, forceful, and demonstrative.
Because he is assured, he demonstrates faith, hope, and fortitude. He is apt to be overly energetic and lavish
in expenditure of energy and money when his sympathy is aroused.
He is usually a popular person socially, even tempered but quick to anger if his pride is hurt. Ever facing as he is he is sometimes super-optimistic. He is powerful, commanding, and king-like in his determinations and ambitions.
Although deeply emotional he can triumph over his wrong desires. He trusts those who believe in him, until he is betrayed or deceived. He always aims for the stars and with his determination and self confidence Arrow usually gets there. He is rarely ever deceptive or secretive. He can resist illness and recuperate from fatigue quickly. He has a superabundance of vitality and wonderful physique.

Talents and Attributes:
Arrow's organizing ability and commanding power usually bring success.
He is charming and so most people seem to be attracted to him. Used beneficially this is a God given gift;
used selfishly it is disastrous! To both him and his victims...
He makes a good alpha deputy or military leader. He excels at hunting and war fare, though of course keeps his mediocrity in check and never abuses these attributes.

Likes:
-Arrow loves to hunt and fight, seeing as he's so good at doing both.
-He loves to help people and listen to the elders stories. Though many packs find no use for elders
he believes that without their guidance the pack could crumble in on it's ancient traditions.

Dislikes:
-Unneeded warfare
-Winter Herd

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Rank:
Alpha Male

Mate/Crush:
Morana Libitana {Crush}

Background:
Arrow speaks very little of his antiquity's.
From what is known Arrow was not born to the alpha male and female of his pack.
He was born to a rogue named Thara. Her mate was Troy, the Winter Wolf Pack deputy.
Many looked on at the couple in disgust, and there was much crude dispatch when news burst that the two were expecting to have a litter. When the time came the only pup born to the circumvent dam and sire was a single sickly cub.
By Winter Wolf law they were permitted to slaughter the firstborn of their litter, but Thara was unwilling to witness the murder of her newborn. The sire agreed to the terms, but not long after he began to regret his decision. A beautiful fae named Aphrodite was hopelessly in love with Troy, and resented Thara for having been able to capture the males heart despite her position as a rogue.
Seeking revenge on Thara for taking away what was 'rightfully hers' she conceived a delusive animus to separate the two. She slowly but surely convinced Troy that his mate wasn't fit to be the deputy's mate, seducing him with her feminine charm. Troy soon had poor Thara kicked out of the pack, and took Aphrodite in as his official mate. Thankfully for Thara Troy still held some emotion for her, and so kept their sole pup. Although, he refused to let it take on his position as deputy. Instead, he mated with Aphrodite, hoping to produce a stronger generation for him to select from.
Too young to fully grasp the concept of his mothers disappearance Arrow expected her to come back soon. But with a neglectful father and banished mother he soon found himself to be in the staggering position of both parents being inattentive, and as a result he was forced to nurture his own independence.

Soon enough the pups of Troy and Aphrodite were conveyed. The whole pack was overjoyed with the new arrivals, all except the elders. They saw the disgrace in Troy taking in a new mate, and they pitied poor Arrow. But, Arrow being strong as he was welcomed his newborn brothers just as warmly as his sire did. In fact, he was possibly even more excited about them than his kin. His two siblings were named Kento and Liken. Both were strong, thick legged cubs. Arrow bathed his blood brothers in licks, only to be pushed away from time to time by Aphrodite. While Troy looked on in pride at Arrow's kind gestures of ardour Aphrodite looked on in arrogance. She wanted Arrow dead, so her sons would be the sole heirs. She feared the pack may argue that since he was Troy's first born he still kept the birth right.

As time passed the boys spent more and more time together until they were finally inseparable. Particularly Arrow and Liken, the first born. They fought together and taught each other battling techniques. Liken grew to be headstrong and dense minded, while Kento attained an heir of pacific acuity.

Picture you drew of him?:
Here! ^^