The SCAA - Officially Closed!

[Stripey]

<333

Congrats to everyone!!!

I have a question though, do we get to recieve the art and use it that other people got for the char? Such as Ramsey, I know other people got art for him and I wanted to ask if it was ok before I used it ;3

I'd suggest PMing them each and asking them, but once you make sure that's okay, it's all free for your use. (:
Good luck this round everyone! Bring those forms all in! Yay for my muse being here. <3

Alright, thank you! <3
Is there a page I could go to to see all the names possibly? :3

[Wesley]

You can go to the old forms list. :3

[Zeee]

Username:
Typ


Kennel Number:
The glorious 6 / Six


Name:
Prescence Apollo - Apollo, or Prescence, for short


Gender:
Male


Age:
Unknown


Breed/Species:
Unknown


Appearance:
Prescence has a smoky, coal grey covering, a lighter gray backside, and even lighter grey stripes on his back, paws furred that lighter grey, aswell the under-backside of his tail and full colour of hair. A even lighter grey, actually white, is another shade in his design- it corresponds on his thighs, and small stud earring. The rest of his design is a blood red, along with his mane, and blood actually covering the tip of his tail, forever dripping off. His pupil, well he actually doesn't have one, is a darker red and where the white should be, is a lighter red. Therefore, he is blind.


Features:
His features include a large, mohawky-mane with scene hair, poofy and all. His tail is rather long like a lizards, no fluff or anything, just a thick, long tail. Though it feels furry when you touch it. He has rather long ears, a little longer than normal wolves do. But the most thing that attracts things to him is the large mouth in the middle of his chest, with a tounge glaring out.


Personality:
Prescence Apollo is a demonic thing. He doesn't care for others, unless he's making them cry. Apollo enjoys others pain, suffering, and tears. He is a blood-thirsty criminal, and will always stay that way. This historical male would enjoy a mate, but he would be too agressive with her, therefore mates are forbidden to him. Any mates he has had in past, when someone comes home, their not waiting for them, if you get what I mean. Apollo does whatever he wants, when he wants, because he can- no rules on his forbidden island. He lives on a forbidden island for saftey reasons, if he ever got out to public, there wouldn't be any tomorrow. Though he is blind without a pupil, his tail and mouth in the center of his chest helps lead him, followed by the feel of the earth helps him overly in where he goes. He is a major pyschopath, so he kills alot and feels it nesaccary to keep his identity. He doesn't like being secret, sometimes he wishes he was normal, but then he notices that won't ever happen, and he needs to be happy with himself. Usually he isn't comfortable in his own skin, but he knows he needs to be.
Though, he's a killing machine, built for it, and nobody can change him.

Apollo truely is the devil, living on earth.


Likes:
Seeing others pain/pain himself
Rainy days, depressing days, sad days
Anything to do with death


Dislikes:
Rainbows
Smiles
Sunny days, glorious days, happy days
Anything to do with good


Background/History:
WIP


Use:
Character, character in story, etc.



Other:
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Mario Kart

[paola .]

Username:
COValince.

Kennel Number:
49

Name [of pet]:
Remington

Nickname [of pet]:
Remmy

Gender [of pet]:
Male

Age [of pet]:
5years [36years of age in "human" years]

Breed/Species [of pet]:
Canine // Dog // Irish Wolfhound/Blue Lacy/Dutch Shepherd Dog mix

Personality [of pet]:
Remington is a wise and super intelligent dog.
He can act like a silly puppy at times, yet he still is very mature and sophisticated for his age.


Background/History [of pet]:
Remington didn't start out like the way he is now, no.
His story goes way back to the day he was born...

One stormy and dark night in 1978, a farely large canine wobbled down the streets and alleys of the outskirts of a city.
She panted exhausted and tired drenched to the bone.
Cars went by and people ran splashing puddles and covering their heads with newspapers and hats trying to get out of the ran. Neon lights of stores sparked and flickered and the canine cried out hoping someone might hear her, but everyone just ignored the pregnant and in-labor dog. She ducked into a alley with her head hanging down where she found a old tattered and sagging cardboard box in which she circled and laid down in whimpering. She cried out in pain, but only to the blackest of night. The street lights and stores signs shut down and she let out a loud yowl. That was going to be the last one she ever had sadly. After that little tiny cries rang out through the dark searching for milk. Three little pups snuggled close to their dead mothers side digging their faces into her warm fur and started to suckle on the milk their mother had.

After that long and treacherous night the three pups cried for milk still with their closed little eyes. They crawled to their dead mothers side slurping for milk raviously from her dried up utters. The sun started to rise and the bustle and hustle of people started to stream down the sidewalk. People singing, others dancing and little kids playing hopscotch in the blistering sun. The old women sit in front of the small cafe while kids hung at the corners and others talked. But no one noticed these helpless and starving pups except for the little girl. A little girl around five-years old stood across the street sucking her thumb and holding a torn up teddy bear which dragged when she walked. She starred at the box where the dead mother laid and the pups cried for food while the other kids played and she, so young, wasn't allowed too. As the day passed on she had moved to the steps of her building and then back to the edge of the sidewalk a few times, but she never took her eyes off the poor pups. It was around lunch time and her mother came out, she called for everyone to come in and the little girl was the last one outside. Her mother scream and slowly she turned heading up the stairs turning one last time before sutting the door behind her slowly.

Late that night the cold wind blew and rain hit the side of the box. The little stared from her window and when her mother came to tell her bed time, she had turned to mother and pointed at the little pups. Her mother squinted and gasped in shock. She ran out of the room and out of the window view. the little girl followed and five minutes later she came back with her older siblings and they all watched pressing their noses against the glass. Out with a rain coat on, umbrella in one hand a a box with a soft blanket in it in the other. The mother with the children's father came out and walked across the street after a car flew by. They both gently picked up the three puppies and stuck them in the warm, warm milk smelt box and then hurried back home. They brought the puppies, who cried out for their mother and milk still with shut eyes, into their house and stuck them on the table. All the children giggled and smiled down on the puppies as the looked down on them as they looked into the box on the floor. The mother disappeared into what appeared to be the kitchen and then came back with three warm milk and bottles and three lightly hot soaked clothes. The father took on and the mother took the other while they let the small 5year old girl take Remington into her hands and feed him the milk as she wrapped him in the cloth.

Use [for pet]:
He would become a beloved character of mine and stay a main character.
I would charish him and maybe make him my one female wolf characters mate.
He would show up in many of my art pieces and I would probably write a story(like a real chapter book) about him.
I would never allow him to collect dust and I will try to doodle him and get as much art of him as I can if I win him.

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

Likes;
Remmy is a very interesting canine. He enjoys a good book once in awhile and he loves go on crazy adventurous around the world. He might not look like the outgoing and charming fellow, but once someone gets to know him, he almost seems like he is always on the move and out doing who-knows-what and he is always inventing different kinds of machines and so on. He is a big writer and can quote almost any famous author known demand.

Dislikes;
Remington isn't the man you would guess to dis-like or dis-love or judge anything or anyone since he is always trying new things, but truly he doesn't "like" dark evil things. I mean he loves night time, but he isn't really faun of scary movies or Halloween. I mean he loves books with a scary twist and stuff, but he doesn't really do the scary blood and horror. He doesn't like inflicted pain or sadness either.

Appearance;

DOB [Date Of Birth];
June 18th 1978

Other;
His life takes place in the 1970's-1980's.
His life experiences love, pain, guilt, craziness, adventure, and much more.

http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=30&t=1001320
Really bad art ;b

More shall be coming soon!

Mario Kart

[Wesley]

Eager to see the turn outs of these forms. <3 Any suggestions for code drop weekends, judges? c;
@ COValince. ~ That story seems so literal and beautiful so far. I'm looking forward especially to reading the rest of it. I simply must see more. :'D

I'll be making a forms list later and adding my other form in [if I do indeed decide to put it up] later, once we get some more forms. c;

[paola .]

Thank you :3 I am a big writer and my friends are making write a book so I really wanted to go into it with him ;D

[the d]

Perhaps February 10th-11th would work for the code drop?
It's the second weekend in February, but it's also the weekend before Valentine's Day, so that may not work for some.

[the d]

Username:
Cerulean.

Kennel:
One-hundred [100]

Name:
Juliet


Gender:
Female

Species:
Canine;; Dog

Breed:
Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever

Personality:
Like the warm spring breeze, Juliet is gentle, she's generally very nice and she wouldn't intentionally hurt someone unless they betrayed her or abused her, she cares very much for the small animals and creatures that are usually looked down upon by the world, such as rabbits and mice, also butterflies, the same vibrantly colored butterflies that she likes to chase in the soft golden rays of the sun, but of course she would never hurt one of the graceful creatures.
She tends to appreciate the details in life a little more than your average being, she always seems to stop and notice little things that make her day, before carrying on with her adventures and stories.

Story:
Use [for pet]:
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Mario Kart

WIP yay :D

[sorry for the double post, I tend to forget about my forms if I don't post them]

[Wesley]

This is a complete list of the forms that have this code drop's code word at the bottom. :3 Please do not quote this form, but feel free to tell me if I have missed your form on this list. Please also post to tell me if you are dropping out for a kennel/switching to go for another kennel. And lastly, please inform me of username or character's name changes. This includes finally naming a character that I have marked as 'WIP' on this list because it had no name when I made the list. Thank you. ;D

Kennel 3
ChaosHog - WIP

Kennel 6
Tesshin-san - WIP
Typ + *KAT* - Presence Apollo

Kennel 10
wesleydog - Sakura

Kennel 17
~The Hatter~ - Graffiti

Kennel 25
Tesshin-san - WIP
Aysan 1 - WIP

Kennel 31
~The Hatter~ - WIP

Kennel 49
Aysan 1 - WIP

Kennel 52
Aysan 1 - None

Kennel 100
Cerulean. - Juliet

Kennel 112
wesleydog - Charlotte

Kennel 114
~The Hatter~ - Tazo & Tsume

Kennel 127
lululizzy23 - WIP

[Amentrius]

Username: WereHog~Lover
Kennel Number: #49
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Name: Eli Erasmus Renard
Gender: Male
Breed/Species: Husky/Wolf Hybrid

Personality: Eli has quite the calm and quiet exterior, usually wanting to bury his nose in a book rather than talk to people, but on the inside, he's actually a ticking time bomb of humor, happiness and energy. He has fears of showing his true self though, as all his life his parents have demanded excellence. The moment Eli showed that he is a bit above the average intelligence, they made him out to be a child prodigy and knocked his childhood out the window. Private schools, tutors, state science fairs, he had little to no time for personal enjoyment. In all truth, Eli is no genius, but has a wonderful work ethic that has enabled him to do exceptionally well. He doesn't have the heart to tell his parents that the pedestal they've put him on is far from where he wants to be. Their dreams of turning him into a world-renowned scientist are about as far as he could get from doing what he really loves: music. He is very passionate about music, all types of it. He loves the beauty of Beethoven to the rock of the 80s to the techno of the modern age. He has self-taught himself the guitar and the piano in his precious few spare hours, but quietly agonizes over his mediocre skills. Now that he is enrolled in a prestigious collage, far from home, he still can't quite make himself take the music classes he desperately wants. The last thing in the world he wants is his parents to be disappointed in him. So he hides his true self; the music-loving, talkative, energetic Eli, and displays the anti-social, quiet, study-obsessed mask to the world, trying to fit small pieces of his true self within what spare time he has.
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Background/History: (This is an event from his middle school days. Poor Eli has a nasty habit of getting himself in bad situations, which usually involve long-term problems for him, much to his parent's disappointment...)
"Hey, Bookworm!!" That annoyingly familiar voice rings in my ears, causing me to involuntarily cringe. Why does he have to keep picking on me? It wasn't my fault that he tripped over my paw on the first day of school. "Gotten the water out of your ears from our last gym class yet, Bookworm?" Hayner asks with a cruel snigger. We'd had swimming for gym yesterday, you see, and Hayner had an obsession over dunking me underwater. "I'm all dry now, thanks." I reply as calmly as I can, but that seems to just encourage him. "So the Bookworm is turning into a smart aleck, is he?" I refuse to look at him, attempting to continue to read the book in my paws, Notes Through Time: A History of Music, but ending up reading the same line over and over instead. Maybe he'll back off if I seem unconcerned. Suddenly, the book is wrenched out of my paws, and I look up after it to be met with Hayden's anger-filled eyes. "You listenin' to me, runt? I asked if you were turning smart aleck on me. Are you?" My ears flatten against my skull as I swallow, hoping he can't hear the rapid beat of my heart. "No, Hayner." I feel a quick flash of pride at how I was able to keep my voice steady, but that moment is gone the instant pain lashes through my scruff. Within a couple of seconds, I'm being dragged by the scruff toward the library bathroom, Hayner grinning with glee. "Smart alecks around here get special treatment. Wanna see what it is?" I have a bad feeling that I'm going to have a whole different type of water problem by the time he's finished...
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Forty-five minutes later, I slowly turn the knob to the back door of my house, trying to be silent. My parents can't find out about what happened, or they'll report it to the principal, thus making me out to be a snitch. So until I can get upstairs and finish drying my fur and come up with an excuse why my glasses are shattered, I can't let them see me. Succeeding in quietly opening the door, I carefully tiptoe inside, shutting the door behind me. Unfortunately, I wasn't really thinking, and so the door shuts a bit louder than I intended. Eli? The sound of my mother's voice makes me flinch. "Y...yes, mom?" I answer, knowing I can't escape her now. "You were supposed to be home twenty minutes ago!" In she walks, surprise crossing her face at the sight of me. "Eli! What happened?" Quicker than I can blink, she's at my side, examining my damp fur. "What a state you're in! What on earth did you do to yourself? In the slight pause, I open my mouth to speak, but she doesn't give me the chance. A sigh passes her lips, an exasperated expression replacing the one of concern. Well whatever it was you did, you need to go clean up. You've kept your math tutor waiting for the past ten minutes already. Those problems won't work themselves, now will they?" She smiles at me, as if that makes everything okay, and walks away to return to whatever more important thing she had been taking care of. Even if I hadn't been planning on telling her what happened, I can't help but feel a twinge of hurt. But, the hurt quickly disappears as I head for the stairs. After all, this isn't the first time my tutor's time has been more important than me.
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(And here's another event from a couple years after the first.)
Here I go. I'm finally doing it. I'm finally going to tell them what I've want to tell them for years: I want to be a musician. So, with a listing of various music tutors in hand, I walk down the stairs. My heart is pounding, my mouth going dry. This could be my last chance to do this. In three more years, I'll be finished with high school and going to collage, and by then, it'll be too late. I reach the bottom of the stairs, my hands shaking from nervousness. What will they say? Will they be upset that I don't want to become a scientist? Will they simply tell me I can't? Or...maybe they'll be okay with it? "Did you contact the school?" My mom's voice reaches my ears from the living room. "Yes. They said if he keeps up his outstanding grades, scholarships will be pouring in before we know it. Once he is finished with high school, I think he will have no problem getting into Rutherford.""At this rate, he'll be finished with high school a year early!" The pride is unmistakable in my mother's voice. "I can't believe that a son of ours is going to Rutherford! Could you have even guessed that Eli was going to turn out to be a prodigy?" R-Rutherford? My ears flatten back against my head. Rutherford is one of the most prestigious collages in the country. If they think I have it in me to make it there...They would be so disappointed if I didn't go and make the most of my knowledge. A musician doesn't need to go to Rutherford, doesn't need excellent grades, and certainly doesn't have the future my parents want. I turn back toward the stairs, tossing the list in the nearby trash bin on the way. I won't be needing it.
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Use: Eli has truly won a place in my heart. I've looked through the kennels a few times recently, and each time, he's caught my eye. I would love to be able to use him in various stories and art. I'm not much of an artist, so the art would not be very substantial, but I love to write stories about my characters, so he will definitely not just sit in a corner and collect dust.
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Age: 19
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Birthday: February 7th, 1993
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Likes: Of course, Eli likes anything and everything to do with music. His favorite instruments to listen to are most stringed instruments, from guitar to harp, but his definite favorite is the violin. He doesn't truly have a favorite band, artist, or song, as he likes to have a clear, open mind with music untainted by preferences, but he would admit to really enjoying the band Disciple and the artist Bryan Adams. On a non-musical note, he really does enjoy reading, he just wishes he had more time to read fiction, especially adventure stories. Eli loves the season of autumn, everything about it! He likes the way the leaves change color, how the weather changes, and how time seems to slow down to the sluggish flow of the winter months. Autumn is also the time of caramel apples, his all-time favorite treat. He also likes anything creative. Be it music, art, or writing, he loves to enjoy the works of imagination. On campus and in serious mode, he is currently working toward a degree in biotechnology, a choice heavily hinted by his parents as being one they'd prefer, but it isn't entirely uninteresting. His favorite course has, so far, been a side course he is taking in medieval history (a course his parents have no knowledge of).
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Dislikes: Eli has a great dislike of water, to the point of having a near fear of it. He's never liked swimming, even less when the bully of his younger years would pin him down in the water during gym class. Eli isn't very fond of technology either, only because technology isn't fond of him. Everything electrical that he touches seems to break. He can't stand his clumsiness either, which only seems to surface itself at the worst possible moments. Another thing he hates is worms, and anything that is slimy. He's never been good with slimy things, ever since the incident when he was five when he thought that he had found a gummy worm....
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Appearance: Eli is quite the handsome young wolf, in the opinion of many females. While not the most muscular or athletic, his build is lean and well proportioned. His grey fur is about medium in length and thickness, and quite soft to the touch. His fur is almost completely grey, except for his paws. Both front paws and his left hind paw are all dipped in white, while his right hind paw is black. His tail shows his mother's side, in being a classic curled example of a husky tail. On the topside of his tail, from the base to the tip, is a black stripe, and a thick ring of white is emblazoned around the entirety of his tail a couple of inches back from the tip. On his head his fur spikes out like hair over his eyes, often times getting the the way of his glasses. On the subject of his glasses, they are a small pair that snugly rest on his muzzle. He is not blind without them, but things do become a bit fuzzy without their aid. His eyes are deep red in color, which is unusual but handsome in combination with the grey of his fur. Eli is quite fond of the piercings he's had put into his right ear: three silver rings on the left side of his ear and one on the right. It's given him a mature look that helps to break him from the "bookworm" stereotype he's gained.
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Mate: Eli hopes to someday find himself a nice girl, someone who will understand him and to help him gain the confidence to unlock his true self.

Mario Kart