The New Agency: closed

[Rosalind]

Kennel number #17
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where you got the lineart
Click please. :3

Better? c: I know the swirls and hearts color is a little off, but I had trouble trying to match it up for some reason. x.x

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I have a donation too. :3
Creature's Name: Bethany
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[img]http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/image/image.php?id=644755&size=large&format=png&rev=3[/img]

Preferences:
- Please PM me for permission.
- You don't need to buy a certain amount of artwork a week or anything, just make sure she gets loved.
- Needs a home in a character thread, her own thread, a character website, ect.
- No design changes please, accessories are okay if you run them by me first.
- Her name can be changed, but she needs to stay female.

Oh, and the marking you see part of on her hip is a heart. c;
Link Art Link:
Kitteh!
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?

No.

[Tammanae]

I think donations should be currently closed? Or were the donation rules changed again?

[Nawee]

I don't know, Appleh was talking about leaving two weeks for donations and I think it was a good idea, and neither Tripp or June said anything about it so I guess we're leaving them open until the next code-drop?

[Rosalind]

I know I'm not on the staff or anything, but I think it might be a good idea to leave donations open just a little longer to help keep everything going nicely. c: That is just my thought though, hope it doesn't offend anyone.

[Tammanae]

The reason why it had been chosen to have donations closed for a longer period was because the older donations were simply getting no attention at all, as people were simply looking forward to new donations. If they are going to be open two weeks a month, I think it might be better to have them open every other week, instead of two weeks in a row. Maybe that way one week can be for donations and another for revamps, and then both new and old donations get an even chance?

[Nawee]

I think that's a nice idea. So should I close donations and reopen them like in one or two weeks?

[Tammanae]

We could leave them open or closed this week and then the next week open or close accordingly. ^^ I am really fine with either option. C=

[Nawee]

Hmmm.
Well then, let's close donations this week and open them again next week.

If any other staff member doesn't agree, please do PM me

[CaptainHiccup]

{| Pet's ID Tag: |}
f o u r t y - e i g h t

{| Image of pet |}


{| Name You'd Choose for It: |}
S y n n i s t e r

{| Gender: |}
F e m a l e

{| Reason You Want It: |}
As you read on you may be expecting some sob story or some type of passage that explains how the pet is so beautiful and remarkable and how she is a perfect character. This may be so, but that's not JUST why. I like the truth; and nothing but it. I truly do remember the very first time I saw Synnister ( or in the time of the first meet, her name was Blight ). No, I wasn't scrolling through the kennels and was "forced to stop and admire her beauty". I was checking up on my art thread, for somebody had miraculously ordered. To my surprise the person wanted to do an art trade. I checked out their form provided on the thread and found it to be perfectly filled out. With a 'CLICK!' of the thread to the character ( Synnister ), I came to find a unique character. She seemed like a calm and collected type of character but then again, looks could be deceiving. I quickly accepted Nuregami's request, grabbed a piece of copy paper from the printer, a pencil, and began to sketch the outline of how the art would look ( at the time I was doing traditional & quite frankly I was horrible ). I seemed to be such a perfectionist when it came to drawing this character. I was compelled to do my best, for I actually liked the character ( I'd never seen one like her before, truthfully, until later in my CS career; meaning I now see a couple "bone" type characters every once in a while ). Once I "perfected" Synnister's tail, I finished the minor details and scanned the drawing to my computer then uploaded to Photobucket. I PMed Nuregami with the link of the art and hoped she'd like it. She put the art up on her thread and that's practically the last time I spoke to Nuregami. Of course that wasn't the last of Synnister though; she was a work of art! Who WOULDN'T like her? Now, I know this may start to seem like I'm about to drone on and on about how she was like the perfect fit for me and how we were born for each other; that's a bit crazy for me and this is not what it is. Though it is true how I am quite fond of the design of Synnister and would LOVE to make a story revolving around her life. I wouldn't want to miss out on an opportunity to grab her while I can! Anyone interested in her can most likely admit, "Yeah, she is a beauty, and the design is WONDERFUL! " It's the ABSOLUTE TRUTH. I guarantee nobody ( interested ) would want to miss out on an opportunity just like this.
Just a bit more of information ; I plan on getting paying for / receiving more art of her and will use those to paint a picture of a story. The story being an original idea, of course. (:

{| History/Background/Other: |}
Height : 24"
Weight : ( on average ) 120 pounds
Hair Type: fine, straight, dense, insulating
Personality type in a bottle: Calm, patient, docile, aloof, thoughtful, dignified, solemn, independent, self confident, affectionate, playful, gentle, loyal, protective.

Lost but not quite found...

On the day of my birth, I was nurtured and cared for by my mother. She treated me with a specific kindness and respect that I'd never felt before. My mother provide all of the above care possible for my brothers and I. That all was lost the day I died.

On the fourth of December, Mother sought out to track down pieces of food for us to feed on for we were one hungry pack. Mother managed to yank away fragments of a dinner from a dumpster and all sorts of items from local trash cans. She'd limp her way over, fur matted down to the point of no fixing, with the things she had gotten and set them before us, almost seeming for approval. I would nudge Mother with my soft, wet muzzle and show appreciation for all she has done to keep us surviving. The others would feast upon the scraps without a showing of respect, kindness, or even a thanks. I'd wait for Mother to begin to scarf down the remains before I would head in to get a piece or so. Mother and I would switch the job of gathering meals for the family. Mother had always claimed I was extremely responsible; more than any of my siblings.

On the twenty-third of February, the temperature dropped; the grass was covered by a blanket of snow, the trees were littered with stalks of icicles, and there was rarely a human in sight. I managed to burrow into the snow and create a den for the family. It was the perfect oval shape and just enough dept for each of our bodies to fit snug and warm. Each night when my younger siblings would toss and turn, creating fuss amongst the rest of us, I would wobble out of our home and take a walk while all settled. Each night, I'd return at dawn and watch the colors of the sky change as the sun rose and made our sight clearer. Mother would stir and find me sitting, not ten feet away, staring upward at the rainbow sky. Mother would smile her graceful grin, amble over quietly, and plop down next to me. I would glance over at her and catch just a tad of that beautiful face of hers just grinning away; I admired her, I wanted to be just like her. A great mother.

On the first of March, the temperature remained below zero degrees Celsius. The routine remained the same. I'd wake in the middle of the night from the stirring of other pups, would leave on a walk, then return at dawn with my mother just awaking as I arrived. Everything seemed perfect. It was all the same. Until the day came...
I'd been on the nightly ( or if your prefer 'Daily' ) stroll through the streets, I fell upon a quiet alley way I'd never seen before, obviously showing AND telling me I'd better turn back now, I was too far away. She came up to me and patted me softly upon my matted, filthy fur. A squeal came from behind her and she swiftly did a one-eighty. Her mother was screaming, "Don't touch that mutt! You might catch a disease!" I spit in disgust. Who dare call ME a disease-ridden mutt?! I would take nothing from such a stranger. As I prepared my fighting stance, the little girl shrugged off her mother and continued the pat, pat, patting of my fur. She slowly and gradually reached the back of my neck and this was the first time I felt like I belonged somewhere. She backed up a couple feet and called me a name. Not any name but a wonderfully thoughtful name. "Synnister! Come here girl! Come here!" Her voice was high-pitched but cracking from the frosty air that surrounded us. I had never had a name before... When this little lady called me that I was compelled to obey. I set a paw out forward, slowly and steadily, then trotted over to her attracting voice. She pet my head more and claimed, "Good girl!" She said one thing, but her mother, however, said otherwise, "What did I JUST say? Leave that BEAST alone. You could get something and DIE. Get over here NOW!" The little one disobeyed, unlike I, and bluntly said, "I don't go anywhere without the puppy, mommy." I saw her mother's breath puff out from the side of her mouth as she sighed and said, "Seriously? I don't have time for this, Hun. Mommy has a big CEO meeting that she CANNOT miss!" The girl stamped her foot and firmly pointed at me. I hid in the shadows of the buildings as the two fought back and forth. I almost slipped away to my family as I was frightened as to what would happen next. Just as I began to pounce away the little child swooped me up in her arms and carried me into a long, black, slim vehicle ( obviously her mother gave in ) and I never saw my family again...

Is this reality?

My life in the Allen family was quite spectacular but that doesn't mean there wasn't a day that passed that I didn't miss my old family. I was officially adopted into the family on a Friday; the Friday, the thirteenth of March, of which is now my 'birthday' or 'adoption day'. Every year the family would throw a little party and celebrate the day I joined the loving family. After the fifth year of being there, twelve o'clock chimed, the family shook me away and yodeled, "Happy Birthday, Synnister!" The same little girl from before hugged my now fresh, cut, and cleaned coat and whispered, "We have a big surprise for you!" The mother of the little girl carried me into a new, unexplored room and claimed it as "mine". My own room? This was amazing! I felt like the most prissiest and pampered pup alive! The same night, a pack of dark grey cloud swooped in when the little girl's brother took me out for a bathroom break. As soon as we both heard the lightning CRACK in the gloomy sky above, we scattered in different directions, me barking and yelping, him screaming in terror. The woman ripped the boy inside and slammed the door tightly shut, me still on the outside. I frantically ran around in circles howling at everything in my path just wanting to be left in. When scratching, woofing, and twirling in circles didn't work, I ran out to the street to try to get help. The wind was picking up, whipping my fur back and forth and causing knots in it. My barks were carried off with that wind and nobody heard my cries and pleas of help. I took this another step further and crossed the road to the middle. There's no WAY I wasn't able to be seen! Headlights peeked over the hill and shown brightly in my face as the car neared. I hopped in circles, woofing, hoping they would stop. They didn't. I was struck and I fell to the side. The car squealed to a stop and the owner jumped out. The collar I was wearing helped the owner of the car take me back home in the droopy weather. The family I belonged to opened to door and saw me laying in the strangers arms. The family didn't know what to do, so they checked my pulse. I felt the chilly fingers press against my neck then chest. They would never find the pulse.

I was brought to the Vet's hospital where I would lay for the next week and a half, for I had a broken tail and some bones in my body. I managed to stay alive all the time it took to get there but the Vet fixed me up nice, and might I add well. Everything returned back to normal... So I thought. After the stay at the Vet's, and I returned home, nothing was the same as I had hoped. Each family member was more cautious and it became, quite frankly, annoying. They would watch me like a hawk, they wouldn't play with me as much and I no longer got to feel the wonderful wind sweeping through my fur. I was protected and that's how it stayed for the rest of my life.

We belonged together. Forever

I will definitely edit in art of her right here. As soon as I post this I'm making art!

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

- FF

[Rosalind]

That is a much better idea Tam, I understand how that would work. C: Plus it gives me some pets to pick out for revamps! Will Bethany still be accepted? It doesn't matter either way, I'd just like to know so I can re-post her later on if needed.