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[Nimaine]

Username:

Nimaine

Kennel Number:

6

Name [of pet]:

Golira

Gender [of pet]:

female

Breed/Species [of pet]:

mystical vixen

Personality [of pet]:

Golly has a quick temper: quickly present and quickly gone. Her mood swings from happy to angry to sad to joyful in a
moment, but altogether she's a nice fox, or at least she tries to be. She becomes upset quickly when things don't go her way,
and is unconsciously selfish- she's just not used to thinking of others. But if you remind her, she will become very apologetic
and eager to fix her mistakes. Golly is actually a very loving fox.

She likes to collect things. Bright things. Gemstones, costume jewelry, cloth, shoes, figurines, and seashells. Unaccostumed
to receiving gifts, Golira becomes touchingly grateful for even the smallest, least valuable offering. She likes to make
elaborate plans, and then to something else on the spur of the moment. She never appears when she's expected, but makes
a point of visiting only when it's a surprising.

The one thing she will take seriously, and have more than usual patience with, is practicing magic. While she naturally
possesses a good bit of dark elemental powers, she wants to learn human magic, with its spells and potions. And though she
talks a lot, she never mentions her past, or why she's here, or what she's afraid of.

Background/History [of pet]:

A lot of Golira's more eccentric characteristics are due to her childhood. Raised as a child of evil, a demon, a hellhound,
Golira decided this life wasn't for her, and ran away. She's afraid those from her childhood will find her, and force her to
return to this life. Encouraged to be selfish, angry, and bitter when she was young, she constantly tries to fight these
characteristics, and tries not to appear "evil." It annoys her greatly to be mistaken for a creature of darkness, when she has
tried so hard to shine in the light.

Intended to harry people to their deaths, and cause other suffing before and after this life-changing event, Golira found herself
more interested in being friends with people, and learning their 'simple, useless magics.' So she found herself a witch, and is
now an apprentince. She likes listening to people's problems, and giving advice. It isn't always the best advice, as Golira
isn't very wise, but she's trying. She has lots of casual friends, but lacks the patience to develop deep relationships. Besides,
she has issues from her past with trust. That doesn't mean she doesn't want some deep relationships, though, just that she
has trouble finding them.

Use [for pet]:

Mostly art, but also as a story character. That lovely purple contrasting with bright yellow and white spots and swirls, the interesting wings and horns, the sharp face line markings... With all those awesome colors, how can I not want to draw and color her? (Note: it takes me forever to get my art on the computer, and without a scanner, it may take even longer now, but I do want to color in some of these lineart on cs, and order some art of her ) Also as a story character- she deserves at least a short
story with that sort of background, and will probably make appearances as a secondary character in one of my longer
stories. Also might roleplay her, as her personality looks fun to write for.

Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:

not available right now

SunnyD

[Solanum]

What do you mean your computer doesn't do the insert pic thing? All you need is the url of the image and some [img] brackets?

[lenp98]

FIXED IT!!!

[Smartfoxtails]

Main pic of Lexi!

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Username: Smartfoxtails
Kennel Number:
Name [of pet]: Lexi
Gender [of pet]: Female
Breed/Species [of pet]:Bluejay wolf X normal wolf
Personality [of pet]: loves to brag and gets upset when she dosent get her way.Lexi is bossy and rude, but calm, and has quick thinking in bad situations.She won't stand for someone making fun of her.History [of pet]female bluejay wolf flew through the air, feeling the wind blow it's feathers and fur.Down below, A male wolf ran fast, smiling at the bluejay wolf.The Bluejay wolf flew down, saying "I'm pregnant". Many months passed, and four pups were born.Rehann,Jack,Anna, and Lexi.Rehann and Jack were always making fun of Lexi, and Lexi wanted a chance to prove herself, But..when you went to the outside world, everyone made fun of her too, for being a half blue jay wolf.She cried and cried. and went home."you are dumb,you are dumb!" Her brothers chanted.She said "Am not!" "Well, you useless!" the boys said."AM NOT!" Lexi screamed.She ran to her mom, and bumbed in to Anna."Sorry"She muttered."Whats wrong?" Anna said.Anna had always been a nice wolf."The boys made fun of me again" Lexi said."They called me useless and dumb" "Those jerks!"Anna said."They are just being mean, ignore them, You are awesome and useful!" "Thanks" Lexi said."Your a great sister." She ran off before Anna could say Your welcome
Use [for pet]: This...I have to have a comic for.It would be called "Unnatural,The story of Lexi" I would draw her alot, no art yet, but i'm working on it .And stories, of course!Like this one: Lexi had grown alot, and most people didnt know her.On her first day of wolf school, everyone was mean to her.They said she looked stupid, as she is partially blue jay wolf.She always was made fun of, and everyone hated her, just for her looks.! She was always last picked in games and the teacher would make sure to stop right before he turn.Even the teachers hated her.She has to face the dark hands of school cluthing her for 12 years. One day, there was a fire.She saved everyone from it by flying.When she finished, they all laughed And made fun of her."Why are they making fun of me? they owe me their lives! she thought.-end That was her school story, written the way a history would be, so not everything in her school life was included, but it would be in her comic! ^^Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]: Mate: none yet, but wants one.SunnyD

[Chirai]

Username: Teardrops in Time
Kennel Number: 100
Name [of pet]: Copper
Gender [of pet]: Male
Breed/Species [of pet]:
Horse/Draft; Clydesdale X Arabian Mix
Personality [of pet]:
Copper is one of the most hyper-active foals you will ever find. One minute he can be chasing his fellow herd-pals and the next you can find him on the other end of the field, romping around in the grass.
Background/History [of pet]:

"Copper, dear, come in the circle. Almost nighttime now, and you don't want to be caught by any wolves!"
Copper's ears perked up, hearing his mother neigh. He snorted loudly, not worried about getting caught, by any wolves. He'd rather play in the long meadow grass that ticked his long, brown legs. But he respected his mother, the leader female of the herd. If he disrespected her..... He dared not to think of the possibility of that. He galloped off as fast as his slender legs could carry him. He closed his eyes and shook his head gleefully. He loved running. He soon reached his mother, and the rest of the herd that were busy creating a small circle around the foals, to his dismay. He squeezed himself between the legs of the few stallions that surrounded the mares and finally got through the maze of legs to the inside of the circle. He whinnied to his friends, and trotted towards them.

"Hey Copper!" A tall black colt, with two white socks and a star on his face, cried, eager to gossip with the only other colt in the herd.

"Hey, Orit, anything new? I heard that there was a new stallion in the area."

"There has been gossip that the new stallion is one of the most handsomest in the land! With his sparkling eyes of crystal blue, and his pelt of fiery orange, the rumors aught to be true!" Anilia stated, swooning at the mention of the stallion, which Orit clarified that his name was Stallio. She typically was not this mare-like, so this "Stallio" must be different.

"Hey, we gotta figure out more about Stallio. He is gonna steal all the good mares!" Orit whispered in Copper's ear. Copper flicked his ear, obviously uninterested in mares. He was more interested in meeting this Stallio and seeing if he was up for a race. Copper nodded absently and walked away to lay down for the night. He found a soft patch of grass near the edge and laid down, tucking his long legs under him. He set his head down on the damp grass and closed his eyes. He could not sleep, and after a while of attempting, he stood up and shuffled out of the circle, dodging half asleep mares. He quietly loped to the edge of the meadow, peering curiously into the forest. He knew he shouldn't go in, but he had always had the urge to explore. He held his breath and took a step into the forest. His adventure had begun.

****
"Snap!"
A fallen branch snapped under his body weight. He flicked his gaze at his pelt, the fiery orange softly luminating in the moonlight.

"Ah, Stallio, remember what i told you? Look where you walk. You will never gain a mare that way, silly boy!"
Stallio could just hear his father's voice when he first took him to the forest. He was only a yearling then, but his father was an outcast and a fugitive; wanted by many. His father, King, taught his only son everything he could, from the names of all the safe-to-eat plants, to the names of all the herds in Askurr (Present day North America, in 1190).
He smiled, slightly saddened by his father's death, but happy all the same. He was determined to set things right, and clear his father's name. He didn't know what his father had done, yet, but he would soon find out. He was searching for the herd that grazed here, and he would ask the Alpha, supposedly Chiro, what his father had done. It was rumored that his father was banished from that herd. He stopped and closed his eyes and let the slight breeze flow through his long mane. The time has come.

****
Copper ran thru the forest, eager to find what was on the other side. Suddenly, he turned, tripping over his long legs, and ran face to face with a large male. A large orange male. Stallio. Copper took a step back, unsure if the buff male was vicious or not. Stallio seemed to be in shock as well, which seemed to be a good thing. Copper nickered a quiet greeting and lowered his head in a sign of submission. Stallio shook his head and smiled.

"It's ok, little foal. I am Stallio, and i am searching for a stallion named Chiro. Have you heard of him?" Stallio asked, in a soft voice that would soothe a child.

"T-thats my uh... f-father. I c-can take you to h-him." Copper muttered, still afraid. Stallio nodded, and Copper turned, leading the male to his father's resting site, which was near the pond. Stallio made a wasted attempt to start a conversation with Copper, which Copper only muttered a quiet response.

"What is your name, child?"

"C-copper."

"What a stunning name, suitable for such an elegant colt like you."

That comment startled Copper, for he was never called anything but clumbsy before, yet alone elegant.

"You think so? I usually trip alot though," Copper turned his head to look at Stallio, but continued to walk.

"Yes, most certainly. Most foals i see trip way more than you, expecially with those extremly long legs of yours, which are a great feature, considering that they will help you in races and fights against other males for mares and territory. I admire them greatly."

Copper blushed at that remark and pondered. "You know, i think he is right! These long legs of mine will make me taller and it will spread out more when i run!" From that day on, Copper had puffed out his chest more than ever, proud of his long legs.

***
Stallio, after a short walk to Orit's resting place, was excited to finally know what had eaten him alive: the truth of his father's exile. His hair bristled with excitement, and it took all he had to stop from leaping in joy and galloping the rest of the way. But he gave in to his urge.

"Race?" was all he needed to say to the colt with the long legs. Copper understood what he meant and the both of them kicked up their legs and raced for the shimmering pond ahead. Stallio pushed forward at all his might, surprised at Copper's speed and will. But as fast as Copper was, Stallio's training had paid off, for he too, had advantages. The orange stallion had great stamina, which the colt had not yet learned to preserve, and soon Stallio was in the lead. Neck to neck, Copper raced, and finally, they reached the pond.

"Father, father!" Copper neighed, and he crossed the "finish line" in first.

"Well, Copernicus, silly boy, i of course heard you and your thundering hooves beat against the grass. But i also heard another pair of hooves. Who might be your guest?" A broad, bay stallion walked out from behind the cover of two large willow trees. Stallio met Orit's gaze and he stepped forward, kneeling down at the Alpha.

"I am son of King, but i have no desire to strip you of your territory, nor mirror my father's crime. But i wish to know what crime he committed, so great as to cause banishment for life.Please, grant me the knowledge that i so deeply seek."
Use [for pet]: As a character, a drawing subject, and a signature pal.
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
SunnyD

WIP

[Chirai]

Hope you dont mind the double post, since no one is posting...


Username: Teardrops in Time
Kennel Number: 24
Name [of pet]: Chestnut
Gender [of pet]: Male (Colt)
Breed/Species [of pet]: Reindeer X Pony Mix
Personality [of pet]: Chestnut is a sweet little colt, just like his name sounds. Even though he is a reindeer and pony mix, he is just as friendly and kind as either. Chestnut enjoys prancing around Ponyville and making new friends, but most of all,
Background/History [of pet]: Chestnut was born in Ponyville, on a cold winter night.
Use [for pet]: As a charrie and best friend XD
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
SunnyD

WIP

[nowi]

HEY GAIZ DIDJA MISS ME? 8DDD
I'm back to lose some more heehee

.all our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them. - walt disney

.username. TessaKitty

.kennel number. One hundred and seventy-six (176)

....basic information.....

.full name. Amelia
.meaning work; effort; strain.
.nickname(s). Ammy, Mimi
.gender. Female
.species. Gray Fox
.age. 17 Human Years
.birthday. April 16th
.theme song. To the Sky - Owl City

.anthro information.
.physical traits. Tall, skinny.
.appears to be. About 15
.eye color. Blue
.glasses or contacts. Contacts, she doesn't like to be seen with glasses, although she needs them desperately.
.hair color, length, style: Shoulder length brown hair
weight and height: 5"7, 120 lbs

*~*~*~*~*~*

....favorites....

.color. Green
.music. Pop
.food. Sugar cookies
.book. Anything about the Wright Brothers or Amelia Earhart.
.hobbies. Collecting model planes.
.clothing. Anything loose-fitting and comfortable.
.accessories. Goggles. She never leaves home without them.

*~*~*~*~*~*

....personality....

.one word. Adventurous
.strengths. Bravery, Inner Strength
.weaknesses Rash, can be a bit rude at times.
.self-opinion. She thinks that she's nothing less than amazing.
.pessimist or optimist. Optimist
.introvert or extrovert. Extrovert
.motives. Her biggest dream is to become a pilot, and everything she does is based off of this.
.skilled at. Anything athletic, such as sports, etc.
.unskilled at. Isn't the best student. She doesn't exactly absorb information all that well. She tries hard, but it's incredibly difficult for her to focus, so she is an average B, high C student.
.good characteristics. Loyal to her friends, peppy, isn't easily insulted/fazed
.flaws. Too bold/rash, thinks too high of herself sometimes, and can be quite annoying at times.
.main. Amelia is a happy soul who has a love for the unknown. Her dream is to become a pilot, and it is evident behind all she does. She is very friendly, and she loves to meet new people. She is fairly well-known all through her school, and nobody feels antagonistic to her (except for a couple of the "preppy" crowd). Amelia isn't really the best student, though. She knows a lot of flat-out knowledge, as I guess you could call it, but it's extremely hard for her to actually focus on academics, so she doesn't always do all that well in her classes. When she is motivated, however, she can pull off a really good grade. Most of being motivated involves planes or anything similar, such as the Wright Brothers or Amelia Earhart. Just as a side fact, Amelia wasn't named after Amelia Earhart, it was a coincidence that planes and such would be one of her main interests. Amelia can be fairly annoying and times, but she always apologizes after, when she realizes how rude she has been. She is extremely proud of her achievements, and this can make her very full of herself sometimes, but she often realizes before she gets out of control. She finds no problems with herself, so she has a very high self-esteem, and she isn't easily insulted, which helps her do well.
Amelia is also very curious, and she is often intrigued by unusual things. When she doesn't recognize something, she makes herself study it until she has a better understanding of what it really is. Sometimes she can even spend days looking at something, just to understand what it is. This drives a few people crazy, since her attitude when observing is so different from what she's normally like.

*~*~*~*~*~*

....background....

.hometown. Unknown
.first memory.
.family. Wright (Father)
Lucia (Mother) *Deceased*
Charles (Brother)
.relationship with family. Amelia has a very close relationship with her family, and when any of them is hurt in some way or another (whether mental or physical), she is determined to help them.
.history.
A dream is a powerful thing. A person can be shaped by one, all their goals and motives aiming for just this one dream. It makes the person who they truly are. I have seen many dreams, but I have seen none stronger than that of a certain young fox by the name of Amelia. Her dream is present behind everything she ever does, and it is simply stunning and inspiring. Here, sit, and I will tell you her story....

"Mommy, I want to be a pilot." Amelia sat on the floor with a small model plane clutched in her paws.
"Is that so?" Lucia leaned forward to pick up another plane resting on the floor by Amelia's hind paws. "Well, I think you could be the best pilot ever. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes!" Amelia said, curling her tail over the airplane.
"Yes, love." Lucia sat on the floor next to her daughter. "Here, you can be the pilot of that plane, and I'll be the pilot of this one..."

---

Amelia slumped to the floor. "She's not...she can't be!"
A strong but gentle paw rested on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Ammy."
Wright was a strong fox, but it broke his heart to see his daughter like this. He couldn't even imagine how he would feel when his son, Charles, was told. Amelia was usually so peppy, and the fact that she was so sad made Wright feel awful. He could tell she was having trouble, so he left the room.
Amelia sat on the ground, tears streaming down her face. “No, please! She can’t be dead!”
“Ammy,” Charles poked his head through the door. “Mom left us something.”
Amelia looked up to see that Charles had been crying, too. He left a red box in the room, then left again.
Amelia placed a paw on the box, hesitant to open it. She ran her paw over the top of the box, then lifted it off.
Inside sat a pristine pair of goggles and a red scarf, along with a note saying, For my little pilot.


“Hey, Ammy!”
Amelia turned around to see a tall, black-furred tabby cat running toward her. “Oh, Silver!” she called happily.
“Are you ready?” Silver asked. “Judging is today!”
Amelia nodded. “I spent a really long time on my project, so I hope it pays off!”
The whole grade had been working on these History day projects, and Amelia was quite proud of hers. Her research on the Wright Brothers and their planes had been highly successful. Now she could only hope.
“Well, good luck!” Silver called. “See you after judging!”
Amelia closed her locker and swallowed the lump in her throat. This was one of the only times that she had really tried hard on a project, and she really wanted to do well.
She zipped her backpack and headed to the library, where the judging was to take place. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and no matter how hard she tried, it was impossible for her to suppress them.
She wasn’t wearing them, but she had her lucky goggles in her backpack, and those gave her hope no matter what.
At the entrance, Amelia gave her name to the people at the front, then sat down at a desk.
She watched people go in and out of the judging rooms, some pale, others confident.
“Amelia!”
Finally, her name was called. She stood up, grabbed her board from the place it was resting on the wall, and entered the room.
Then she launched into her presentation, never faltering, always confident.
She didn’t stop until the end.


8th period. One week after judging. The winners would be announced any moment now, and Amelia didn’t think she could wait any longer. She tried to focus on her work, but to no avail. She kept glancing around, impatient.
“Hello, students!” The intercom blared to life above the classroom.
Finally! Amelia clutched the edge of her desk in anxiety.
“The History Day winners will be announced!”
Amelia bit her lip through the film, website, and paper categories, silently acknowledging the winners in her head.
“And for the board category….”
Amelia’s heart beat faster and faster. Not runner up, not third…..
“In second place is Silver!”
Amelia looked over to her friend and smiled. “Good job,” she called, her voice shaking in nervousness.
“And in first place, Amelia!”
Amelia’s eyes widened. She was moving on! And in first place, no less.
That was for you, Mom.


*~*~*~*~*~*

...self....

.one word. Awesome
.best characteristic. My awesomeness.
.worst characteristic. Do I have one? Well, I suppose I can get a bit carried away at times.
.interview.


.form created by tessakitty, please do not steal.

.this form is a work in progress.

SunnyD

[Wesley]

Just at most people that just posted there forms since the last time I posted, though not neccessarily all, you may want to take some time to go over your forms again if they aren't a WIP. I can see that many of them do have that 'WIP' label, but the lack of WIP distrubs me on some of the forms. I'd advise you to look at the examples of winning forms in our success stories thread [link on the first page] and ask me for tips if you want to. I can see some nice personalities in the progress, though the history/background on many forms could be highly improved. Thanks, guys and gals. (:

[byyrde]

I've had a username change in honor of Monty, my fursona. Wes, I am still Festus(CH), just with this user until the end of the week c: If adressing me by user, you may use either one.

~Festus

[lenp98]

(erm well it seems my post has been deleted... I'm gonna post it again..)

Username:
lenp98
Kennel Number:
3
Name [of pet]:
Harmony
Gender [of pet]:
Female
Breed/Species [of pet]:
Feline of sorts
Personality [of pet]:
Harmony is a very fun-loving, caring cat. She's always willing to lend a paw, and will do anything for the greater good of her friends. Though she'd rather curl up in a large, squishy chair with a blanket a good book and a cup of coffee, she has the heart of an adventurer, and even has an Indiana Jones hat for when she's going on a journey of any sorts.
Background/History [of pet]:
Harmony grew up in a small jungle village in the trees with hundreds of jungle-cats like her. Her mother was the tribe healer and her father the right hand of the leader. One day poacher's, who had been hunting the cats down for their pelts, finally found their village. They burned all the houses and captured many cats. In all the commotion, Harmony was separated from her parents and the rest of the village, and was forced to run in the opposite direction of them because the poachers were closing in on her. She fled to find a highway, and after nearly getting ran over, eventually crossed it to go into a city where she ran into a very friendly girl in her early 20s who took her in and is now caring for her.
Use [for pet]:
To draw and to create a elaborate story for; maybe even a comic! I'd love her forever.
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Harmony is allowed to go outside, so she has lots of friends around the apartment complex she lives in and in the shops and parks near it. She often sneaks out at night to go on adventure with her friends. She loves mangos, the color orange, and has an obsession with Burn Notice, the TV show her owner watches constantly. She doesn't like snobs, lemons, or tuna. She's approx. 3 human years old. She wears the occasional Indiana Jones hat, and a leather bracelet with purple gems on it that she had from when she lived in her village.
SunnyD