Tracker Dog Facility [V 3.0]

[frobischer]

Tracker Dog Application
Username: Caramel.Mocchiato
Tracker Dog You Want: #81
Name you'll give it: Sierran
Reason why you want it: Her coat reminds me of a tiger, but lighter, and that's good for camouflage. All in all, she sounds like the perfect dog.
Will it be used in any kind of story? I'm not planning on it, but I'll ask if I have it in mind.
Describe its personality: She is very kind to her owner, friends, and officials. Anyone she hasn't met, she is cautious of.
Write an introduction for your Tracker: She was going to be the first one to go. To leave the world. To never be seen or heard from again. And she knew it. She knew because she hadn't gotten food that day. As she paced her cage, to her a prison cell, her ears and tongue pulsed, giving off a faint blue glow in the half-light. Her ears pricked up as she heard the sound of a door. This was it. Her time. She was ready. She wasn't afraid. But it wasn't. A visitor came through the door! A girl of around 14, with long, straight, light brown hair walked around the facility. She looked at a few Trackers, then stopped at her cage. The girl obvious knew that this Tracker was going to go. She knelt down, stuck her hand through the bars, and petted the Tracker. She knew she was going to live.

If I don't get this Tracker, I'd like to thank you for letting me apply, LCD. And thanks to Nex for designing these wonderful creatures.

[Zeee]

Tracker Dog Application
Username: Typology
Tracker Dog you want: #83 - Number Eighty-three
Name you'll give it: Glorified Ivy - Ivy for short
Reason why you want it: This one is by far one of the most amazing trackers i've seen here. This is really all I can say, she's truely uniqe. I love that the markings glow, it's a very nice touch.

Will it be used in any kind of story?: Most likely.
Describe its personality: She's exactly what she's called. A tracker. She's best at it, finding lost campers or victims. Ivy is very shy sometimes, but mostly outgoing, intellegent, independant, and she makes all descisions on her own. Though loyal, Ivy is a daydreamer and often tends to get off track her mission. She's afraid of humans other than her handler, so she's shy around people she saves.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
So I held my breath... Till my soul left my body for dead. I ripped through the clouds to talk with the man in the sky.
I said, Take this for what it is. I think your a tad bit prejudice,
against the ones like us that are searching for the answers
He said, Kid you don't know s***. You should go back home and live, in that quiet little town you left behind
Im coming home. Don't you cry, don't you cry. Im coming home. Just in time, just in time.


The street lights panicked to stay on as my chest pulsed repeatedly, I rapidly breathing.


-WIP-

[Maddyoll]

I'll go for 82, because... I love him more. Sorry 81 :'(

Tracker Dog #82 I Available until 14th
Gender: Male
Wastelands, deserts, hostile areas, this Tracker was made for them. He's focused, calm and especially fast. He was created to transfer messages and gather intelligence. Loud noises don't startle him. Don't expect too much affection or playfulness out of him, though. He can dim his optics to a dull brown if he wants to, to further blend in.

Tracker Dog Application

Username:
Maddyoll

Tracker Dog you want:
#82 (eighty-two)

Name you'll give it:
Chehalis meaning "Sand".
His nickname shall be "Che"

Height:
3"7'

Weight:
61 lbs.

Care:
Does not require a regular brush but does require a bath every week or so. With very durable short fur, can stand quite a few days without the need of beautification.

Reason why you want it:

I think this tracker is a beautiful as the others and was quite surprised when I found that he was not the intrest of many. He represents something I have always wanted to do and if just my type. Che will be my first Tracker Dog, and I think we will have a lot of fun and nice times together on out many journeys.

Sorry, that was pretty brief.

Will it be used in any kind of story?:
Certainly at some point, if I don't have the time right away. I would love to make it a series, but that all depends on how much free time I have, which usually is somewhat limited but sometimes a lot.

Describe its personality:

.Brave.
Che is very brave and ready to do almost anything for his companion. He will jump the tallest dunes and go the longest without food or water.

.Smart.
Che is a clever soul who knows what to do and when to do it. He can help you out whenever your in a bind, and is always there to make the right decision.

.Helpful.
Gathering food and digging for water is sometimes how Che spends his day. He's good in combat, especially hand to hand, and is very trusting to get goods needed or to help build a temporary camp.

.Loyal.
Che will never let you down and is always there for you. He is the one to call if you need to give a message and gather information.

.Forgiving.
"Oh, it's okay if you send me without food or water for miles to gather some information. I'll be alright."

.Focused.
Che does what he needs to and won't stop at anything. He has his eyes set on the prize.

.Alert.
Believe it or not, the missions can be very dangerous. You need to be alert at ALL times and focused. Che accomplishes just that, successfully.

.Serious.
No playing around, especially when on a mission. Although sometimes he may be a bit playful he is always serious while on a mission. Period.

Fan Art:



Write an introduction for your Tracker:
This is what Chehalis' thoughts are during this fiasco. His point of view.

September 7th 9:45 A.M.

And they dropped me. My latest mission involved dropping overhead a large desert in California. I was to track a man wanted by the FBI in a deserted city. I sunk my paws into the sandy beach and began my mission. I sniffed the air, immediately getting a lead. I started Northeast on to a small trail. Sniffing around, I discovered a small deserted camp, apparently left about 2 days ago. That in mind, I found some useful items. He had left a paper of some sort. I marked to location and buried it to come back to. I then tracked the scent, as far as I could.

September 8th 3:15 P.M.

I found the current hideout of another being, but strangely not any scent relation besides being a human. I sniffed around a bit, and discovered a woman. I took note of it.

Name: Rebecca Williams
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Height: 5"9'
Weight: A scrawny 92 lbs.
Reason: Unknown
Other Information: Wallet found. No drivers Lisence.

Rebecca "Cacti" Williams apparently has a Diary. I can't read anything but her name, as it is damaged and deteriorated. Looking at her, she is a brunette with blue eyes. I decided to stay for a bit as there is a small stream is this what seems to be wasteland. She lives in a small broken shack and doesn't seem to have anybody else there. I will continue my search as soon as I re-locate the trail.

September 9th 10:00 A.M.
She found me. At first I started to bolt away but she seems to understand me. I am ugly and vile to most humans, and my curiosity brought me back to her. So, I went back and she petted me and gave me a little bit of food. I am entirely grateful for that. I must leave tomorrow in order to find the fugitive, but I am not sure anymore. Should I stay, or should I go?

Some Time Back at the Facility

"Where is he? What is he doing?" Grumbled the rather irritated Sergent. It's been a few hours and he is still in the same basic area. Thomas fumed for a while before deciding to gt some coffee and check the GPS on him. He walked over to the coffee maker, before pouring himself a big cup of Joe. Yawning, he drank it in just a couple sips and went over to check the current location of the tracker. He was located at a small dune just 3 miles from the last sighting. He had moved, but it seems that he found something there.

Thomas stared at the screen, as apparently the tracker is pacing. He opened up the files the tracker had recorded and found the one about a Woman named Rebecca. He growled and immediately sent for the tracker to move on. He needs this mission, and he needs this tracker to complete it. It will earn him hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of money if he gets this tracker to do this, as it's value will rise and it could be sold to the military for a very high price.

He jammed his hands in his pocket and got off, knocking his pencil off the desk. He went to grab it when Trisha, his boss, walked over.

.To be continued.

Character References:

Rebecca would look like this photo, taken back in 1990.


This is what Thomas wishes he looked like:


This is what Thomas really looks like: (lol)

[Aiki]

Tracker Dog Application

Username
Aiki

Tracker Dog you want
82

Reason why you want it
When I first saw him I didn't really put too much thought into him, until I started to really look at him. There is more to this tracker than meets the eye, his personality has much to develop which makes him interesting, what is said in his quote gives him so many opportunities, making him sound adventurous and headstrong which I love and he really is interesting to draw as he looks as though he's walked out of a sand storm.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Most definitely!

Name Dune
Gender Male
Age 3 1/2
Height 3''6''
Weight 58.5 lbs
Care requirements
His short coat requires a quick once over every afternoon, however running in the sand dunes he does get dusty so regular baths are required. His claws need to be trimmed as the sand does not offer any opportunities to keep claws at ideal length.
Diet He will eat premium quality dry dog food, however it must be mixed with fresh meat and shredded vegetables
Existing Health Issues
Has had minor issues with lungs due to sand inhalation.

Temperament

Dune is quite a serious tracker, in his mind what people call fun he believes it is a distraction.
For this reason he isn't really a favourite among people as he wont engage in any type of play.
This might be because he may not know how to play.
As a pup he was quite a serious tracker causing him to ignore the games with the other pups.

Once Dune sets his mind on something he wont drop it.
He will do anything to reach his goal and will often push past his limits to achieve it.
He is prone to dropping of exhaustion, hunger or thirst because of this.

Despite this he never makes a deal out of anything, its because of his focus he is able to remain calm.
He is know to have no fear and many admire him for this.
However this is his whole personality coming into play, he is able to get through this because of focus and persistence.

His mind is able to focus like a laser. Unwavering.
Its because of this focus he can tune out distraction effectively and this contributes to his success.
Sometimes this makes him miss things in his path leading to his embarrassment.

Recommendations & Training Observations

Tracker Dog #82 I Available until 14th
Gender: Male
Wastelands, deserts, hostile areas, this Tracker was made for them.
He's focused, calm and especially fast.
He was created to transfer messages and gather intelligence.
Loud noises don't startle him.
Don't expect too much affection or playfulness out of him, though.
He can dim his optics to a dull brown if he wants to, to further blend in.

Strengths
Fast
Focused
Reliable
Intelligent
Brave
Weaknesses
Finds it hard to stop working
Claustrophobic
Not people oriented
Socially awkward

Over the Dunes

Dear Applicant, Stark

We would like to inform you, that we have accepted your application for a Partner in Intelligence Gathering. We currently have Tracker Number 82 in training and would like you to join us in viewing his final assessment, located in Simpson Desert. A map with the bases location and plane ticket is also included in the envelope. We look forward to hearing from you.

Kind Regards
Tracker Facility

Stark pulled out the tickets a little to enthusiastically resulting in a rather torn up envelope, discarding the remains he attempted to find when the plane would the depart 10/01/12 Stark looked at his watch "Oh Man, thats today" he mumbled as he searched for the times, "6:30! That only gives me what?" he exclaimed as he checked the time 4:27 "Two hours? Ah man...Stupid mail man! Why cant he deliver things earlier" he yelled at the torn up envelope trying to figure out a game plan.
"Gotta pack ah...PANTS! pants are important, and some shirts, underwear...hmm not so much but i'll pack some anyway, kay go, go go!" he said as he raced off to pack.

An hour and a half later Stark arrived at the airport somewhat flustered after having to drive back to retrieve forgotten items several times, including the tickets and information. As he checked in his bags the lady at the desk looked rather amused as she looked over his rather frazzled appearance, his blonde shoulder length hair looking like it hadn't been brushed in weeks, clothes rumpled and shoes untied, "Are you okay, sir?" she asked
"Okay? does it look like i look okay? I was woken up at 5:30 to sign for a bloody letter that arrived late, which then had stupid tickets for a plane that was due to leave 10 minuets ago" instead of being apologetic the lady decided to add a bit more humour into her day considering the boring job, said "You seem a bit tense" Stark narrowed his eyes and huffed turning to walk away back stiff without rage.

Finally after boarding the plane he sat down with a sigh. Starks utter relief was short lived when he found his seat, a rather pompous woman who seamed to have eaten way too many cream tarts was sitting beside his. He sat down in his seat with a sad expression as though he had taken a bite of a lemon, trying to tame his hair to something presentable and less wild. The pompous lady took no notice of him and Stark knew it would be a long ride.

Much to his dismay, Stark realised that to reach the camps base he would have to take three different busses, two trains and a long drive.

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Stark leaped out of the taxi fumbling around for his bags, his hair looked worse than it had before and all he was concerned about was a nice cold shower as the hot wind blasted his face. It took him some time to realise he had an audience. A sandy coloured Stealth Tracker and a Woman stood waiting for him.
"Ah, Hi im Stark, Im here to, ah, view the Tracker" The tracker looked at his trainer as to say Seriously? The woman looked very disappointed at the Tracker Facility for not finding someone more organised.
"Right, You Must be Stark This is Tracker 82, follow me" She said as she abruptly and headed away. Stark fumbled around his bags cursing as the bags fell around him, the tracker looked amused before following his trainer.

Stark ended up in a small, tacky room which was his room he had orders to meet next door at 1900 hours. He figured out finally that it meant 7 o'clock and decided to go for a shower. He was shocked at what he saw, a small canvas bag hung over a tree covered in mud. He was not impressed.

He later arrived next door to find a larger room filled with maps and targets. The trainer grudgingly explained what Tracker 82 had to do.
"All ready, right let him go" She said into a small hand held device. Tracker 82 bolted into the dunes the only sign he was there was his glowing red optics.

He seemed to glide effortlessly over the dunes his tracks vanishing in the sand. He seemed to know where every trap or snare was effortlessly dodging them. Tracker 82 stopped looked around before continuing on. In the wrong direction.
"He failed" The trainers jaw dropped she disappointment and shock shadowing her face. SHe turned abruptly and started towards the door,
"Where are you going?" Stark asked as he watched the Tracker go
"To write the report, he failed thats it" she said as she glared at him
"But what about him he's still out there?"
"He'll come back once he realises he's chancing a lizard" she said as she left. Stark had already made up his mind as he followed her but headed towards the shed with Dune Buggies

Stark whooped with excitement as he leaped over a dune, sand spraying behind him as he attempted to find the tracker, occasionally getting lost a few times. After spotting the #82's red optics he sped towards the Tracker, skidding to a halt.
"What are you doing, You know you failed, right?" Stark said as he walked towards the tracker who glanced at him with a sad expression before barking once and pawing at the ground. Uncovering a dangerous looking machine gun,
"Thats not a lizard" Stark said as he backed up slowly as if it might suddenly get up and bite him. Something finally clicked in his head,
"Oh, you didn't fail you were looking for this" Stark said as Tracker 82 rolled its eyes and seemed to decide that he didn't need the obvious stated to him, turning around catching a scent Tracker 82 turned and started back towards the Dunes,
"Oh, your going to find the owner of that aren't you?" Stark said as he jumped back into the Buggy and followed trying to catch up, he had to hand it to him he was fast, the Tracker shook his head and sped up,
"I think I'll call you Dune!" Stark said as he Whooped at the speed watching Dune in front of him.

To Be Continued...

Extras...
This one is a really quick extra

[zima.]

Tracker Dog #83 I Available until 15th
Gender: Female
Searching forests at night to find lost campers or even victims is what this girl is best at. Her glowing markings give off a soothing light and helps others to see in the dark. This Tracker also has the ability to dim her glow and walk around unnoticed if she needs to. She's a gentle dog, and very intelligent. She's very independant, and may make decisions on her own rather than listening to her handler.

Username:
Zalaika

Tracker Dog you want:
Eighty-Three (83)

Reason why you want it:
I have never had a Tracker Dog before, and have wanted one for quite some time. I think this girl is gorgeous, and I would really like to call her my own. She would earn a forever spot in my signature, once I got a small-ish transparent version of her.
I love the way her colors go together. They are so simple, yet they are complicated. She has a beauty that is hard to describe; one that instantly transfixed me.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Yes, she shall. If I win her, I would like to discuss a plot that I have come up with, involving Tracker Dogs as a species. I think you might be interested.

Name:
Fallen Poison

Gender:
Female

Age:
Three (3)

Height:
Five Feet, Five Inches

Weight:
Sixty (60) lbs

Care requirements:
Her longer coat needs weekly brushing, as well as a tick treatment to be combed through it. Her yellowing teeth need to be brushed thrice daily, and she must be fed breathmints before and afterwards. She requires weekly ear cleaning.

Existing Health Issues:
She has a tick problem, and requires treatment once weekly. Her teeth have many cavities, though that can be taken care of with thrice daily brushing. She has cracked pawpads, and requires lotion to be applied twice daily.

Intelligent
She's smart. Smarter than your average Tracker Dog. Her intelligence is unnerving, so much that many others stray away from her. She feels, at best, that she is this smart for a reason. At worst, she hates her intelligence, hates how others look at her with absolutely no understanding. She knows how to use her intelligence, though, and to use it to her advantage.
She is smarter than your average human, by quite a lot. She, unlike other Tracker Dogs, though, thinks in a similar way to humans. The only difference is that she can't talk like them. But she understands every word they say, knows what they mean. She is wonderful at sensing intentions, and can tell just by the way someone says something.

Gentle
She is gentle. She is kind to the smaller creatures, always taking them in, caring for them. She cannot stand the sight of another Tracker Dog being unkind and not gentle, and she becomes angry at this.

Stubborn
She is very hard to sway from what she wants and believes. Once she makes a desicion, she doesn't change it. If anyone tries to do so, they are in for a big surprise! She mostly uses her stubborness to make sure others behave and are kind to one another.

Attentive
She pay attention to everything. Very little happens that she does not know about. She wayches her forest with care, and knows exactly when a lost camper wanders in, or when a group of people come to take up residence.

Protective and Territorial
She is very protective. She doesn't like others, no matter the creature, to mess with her stuff. She can get snappy if this happens, and can possibly even kill. She hates it when humans or other Tracker Dogs stray or purposley come into her territory. It drives her to act stupid, even when she doesn't want to. She hates when something else is hunting in her territroy, even if she dislikes what thy are hunting. It is her food, her territory, and her decision as to whether or not anything can hunt there.

Beautiful
Even with her territorial and protective qualities, she isn't selfish. She is kind, and loving. She has just been shunned for so long, by both humans and other Trackers, that she has become reclusive. She has become a bit like someone in Solitary. But inside, she is sweet, always wanting to help others. She's always wanted to take in small animals, to nurture them and care for them.

Fierce
She is fierce; she fights for what she believes in. She has a burning fire in her, one that says This is my life, and I make my own desicions that she feels the need to quench. She is always thirsty for more, more to know, more to feel, more to fight for.

Hopeful
She is hopeful that, someday, someone will love her. That's her only wish, her only want in the world that is completely selfish. She doesn't care the species, the gender, the name, or anything like that. She simply wants to be loved for who and what she is, no strings attached.

Loyal
She is loyal. She's always known that, when she find someone to love her, she will never betray them. She will never go behind their back, and she will always love them. All she asks in return is the same feelings.

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She whipped around as she heard a branch snap.

"Who's there?" she said forcefully, yet quietly.

She turned back to the deer she was eating, cautiously, yet casually, flicking her ears back and forth. The forest had grown extremely quiet, and she didn't like that.

She froze as another branch cracked, and she stopped chewing. She slowly turned around, to see a human standing there, right behind her.

It was a male, and a large on at that. He had hard muscles, and was holding a heavy net. She widened her eyes for a moment, then gave a snarl of defiance.

The human gave a low chuckling sound, and he bared his teeth at her. She crouched down low, growling.

"Here, doggie doggie doggie" he told her, a nasty tone in his voice. He laughed, and Fallen lunged.

She screamed as she felt a sharp prick in her flank, and fell to the ground. She whipped her head, trying to bite the red feather-like thing that had gripped onto her flank.

It hurt, it hurt so much, until she began to wobble. She heard the human male laugh again, and the sound echoed through her head........then everything went black.

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She groaned as the darkness lifted, and the sunlight streamed in. If she had eyes, she would have closed them in pain, for it was bright, so very bright.....

She suddenly stood up. Where was she? Certantly not at home, in the forest. She lifted her paws, feeling the hardness she had been laying on, when it hit her.

She was in a lab.

One that looked eerily similar to the one she had been created in, before she had escaped. She gave a small growl, remembering how the humans had poked and prodded her, how she had been an experiment.

She leaped off the table she had been lain on, making no sound as she landed softly on the tile floor.

She sniffed, looking for any sign that humans were around. Her ears flicked, and she slowly padded up to the door.

It was large, and a silvery metal. The doornob was like a small ledge, and she set her paw up on top of it, pushing down.

The doornob didn't move. She applied more pressure. No luck. She huffed in frustration. This was stupid. They locked a door that held a dog?

She flicked her long toungue, and stood there a moment, lost. Then she got an idea.

She brought her mouth level with the doornob, then focused. She flicked her toungue once again, sliding it into the lock. She wiggled it around, until she found the right hole. She turned her head, a satisfied smiled on her face as the lock clicked out of place.

She quickly opened the door, walking outside quietly. The coast was clear. She crept down the white hallway, wishing her coat wasn't so noticeable.

She turned the corner, then stuck herself to the wall, her heart beating faster than a rabbit on a hunt. The next room was filled with humans, all dressed in white lab coats.

How do I get out?

She took a deep breath, then leaped around the corner, brking with all her mite. She snarled as a man leaped in front of her, and she pushed him out of the way. She leaped through the air, sailing towards the open door........

The door slammed shut, and she turned to face her captors.

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[○~Discover~○]

Tracker Dog Application

Username:
My username is ○~Discover~○

Tracker Dog you want:
Tracker Dog Number (#)81
The lovley Female with natural colors and Blue inner-ears. A Blue tounge and Beautiful shades of Brown

Name you'll give it:
I would name This amazing Track eiher Verstand(Meaning "Wits" in Dutch)
Mostly becouse she looks as if she would ve a fairly smart tracker, able to Come up with ideas and resposes oober quick.

Reason why you want it:
She has Everything I could imagine in a character. The design in Flawless and The personlity even more so.
She reminds me of my sister who isnt....do well in life. She has been making the worst choices ever, which has landed her in a car roll and in the hospital twice.. And She reminds me so much of what she was like before she started going through all of this drama and stuff in life. She would be a perfect touch c:

Will it be used in any kind of story?
If It is needed, I prefer to spoil characters and what-not rotten, And a Story would go great with spoling this little girl. The stories would have her(of course) and a few other either trackers, or characters of mine, in with it. It would be an adventure to write and illistrate. The story line would lead up to many rolls in it. Including the fallowing themes in a story. Adventure, Romance, Comedy, Mystery, horror, and of course it would have a morel in with it. And I wouldnt hesitate to give either Nex or LaChromaticDragonfly credit for the species, and the design. So the exact answer to this, Would be a yes or more than likley c:

Describe its personality:
This tracker dog Has the personality of a kind sweet and gentel Labrador. Her heart is big as well as her brains, Though at some times, People say she is more like a pointer than anything, Given that before she strikes at her prey, She feezes up, anicipation gathers in the air and send chilling waves through the body of whomever and whatever is watching. Then, once locked onto her target, She snaps, Making the thing or person watching her jump a little, unexpecting this.

Though she can also have this lable;
Verstand is what people consider a child, though she can be very confident, cocky, and inconsiderate of others unless it is one of her close buddies. She loves a good laugh, And often makes other laugh, but sometimes the wrong thing can slip, and she is terrible and awkward when it comes to apologizing about such things, but will in a kind matter. She acts tough, but generally she is playful and goofy (Only acting tough when its neccessary. Verstand is mostly sweet and heart-felt, getting soft and careing around guys. She is a very kind soul and wont be sucked into fights as many times as you would think she would. So, if you're looking for a sweet-heart, who can be both sensitive, childish, and confident gal, Verstand is the one your looking for!. She is never shy and loves to engage himself in some lovley chit-chat. Wherever he goes or tavels, Verstand somehow winds up being the 'popular' kid on the block. But dont let this fool you, though most of the more highly ranked kids turn out to be what people consider a 'self considerate, and prissy' who only cares about how they look and much more things, Verstand would never be a fool for that kind of popularity.

Though, At the best of time, She can have her "Bad Girl" moments;
Verstand is highly inconsiderate of others, growing up in a family full of brothers helped make her the "trouble Child" With all the consant fighting that went on in the family between siblings was mostly her fault, telling on of her brothers something about the other to make him made at his other sBrother and then telling another one something that made him happy about the his other Brother, Then putting them in a room together, Piping in random words that made them grow angerier. It was always good for a laugh. Verstand Is determined and fun, though most times cocky and annoying. She gets sucked into fights alot, and always somehow manages to win them with her clever words or cut through attitude. She could care less about other people opinions or what they have to say about something. In her mind, Everything evolves around her. However, When around guys not from her fainily, She is very sweet, Shy, and well mannard. All around, Verstand is full of suprises and clever responses c:

Daring
At the best of times, This female will do the unexpected, No matter what the consequence. She isnt afraid to try, and she isnt afraid to fail neither. Mostly she just tries and never gives up.

Shy
She is shy around Other Trackers at Times. She grows quiet and careful. Her responses become hushed and gentle, Like a dimming candlinght. Though Once alone, She can be very rambunctious and Hyper.

Fun
This Tracker is all about fun and the outdoors, Mostly getting down and dirty with a nice game or two. Or she may find adventure in searching for treausre. With her, The possibilities are endless when It comes to fun, Imagination, and Adventure!!

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
The heavy Rain pelted down on the ground, splattering water here and there with every single drop that fell. Wind howled through the warm rain, tickling every drop and making careful songs of Piride and joy, Making every Bone in Verstand's body quiver as she snuck through the damp trees that enchanted the area with a rich scent of evergreen. Verstand's feets tingled, Shrilling upaward as she dug her claws into the ground, prying up some dirt and grass as she did so. This search would be fairley difficult given the rain would wash away scent's and the evergreen trees would dist her nose with their own smells. A loud screech filled the skies, Dreading Verstand to urge Forward with her head low. Quickly she started forward, Not wnating to waste a minute. After all, This was part of her training, and the sooner she got done, The sooner she would be able to eat. Her ears pointed forward searching for the one device that she was trained to find. The rain continued to pelt down, washing away the scents that used to be so easy to find. She let out a perked gunt as she sniffed the ground, Ignoring the mud that stuck to her face as she did so. Another shilled call howled through all the wind and rain, Sounding he to the right, She lifted her head with a jolt and quickly dashed in the direction it was coming from. This test was based on her hearing, which led to the small round disk that flashed out loud sounds about every twenty minutes to inform her if she was heading the wrong way or not. She ran fast, her blue inner ears were high in the sky alert for any change in sound. There were other sounds out there as well, Such as small animals and insects. Though none of that mattered to her, Her top priority was finding that darn device. She sniffed the ground once more, though the rain and trees hid out the scent. With a sigh she slowed down, Waiting for another sound. About fifteen minutes another sound alerted her, And not Three second after she was running full spees again, Her ears directing her to her prize. And with that, The sound signaled to a halt, though she knew where is was, Based on the angle the soundwaves were signaling from, abd the density of the noise, It was wedged inbetween two logs, which she deticated wasnt that far away. She jumped, not knowing where she would land, but knowing that It would bring her closer. A crunch hit her ears as she landed, Informing the Tracker that she had landed on a twig, Though this didnt stop her, In fact it incuraged her to press forward. The faint sounds that she had heard still rang in her ears, Noteing Veestand that she was close by the distance she had ran. Her trainers had picked a perfect night to do the sound training on, Given that If it had not been raining, she would have found the insterment in no Time. And with that she was greatful she had trainers that would at least give her a challange. Once again Verstand Slowed down, Shaking rain that clung heavy in her pelt. She sniffed the ground once again, Knowing this wouldnt do anything, But hey, At least she tried. She clawed at ground and pressed her ear against the mud, Listening with everything she had. She heard opend space and water pounding on the ground, But closeby, She could tell that there was a hesitance in the way the rain fell, Indicating that there was something in its way, Something large On her left. She lifted her head and shook the mud off on her ear, walking in the direction she had heard the rain pausing. There she clawed at a fallen tree, jumping ontop of it with no delay. Verstand sniffed around, knowing that the device was here somewhere. A sharp noise periced the night sky, allowing her to know that she was right by the noise maker. Verstand let out a low growl in annoyance with the machinery and wedged it out of it hiding spot with her paws, once it was out she picked it up in she sharp jaws and jumped down, Running back in the direction she came from in hope to find her trainers once again, but this time with the calm suprise of the device.
(End of sotry One)

(Start of Story Two, With the "bad girl" personality)
"Ready or not! Here I come!" laughter and playful screams filled the morning sky, Making some of the calm mother hens stir a little and cast a glare at the Trackers that were playing near by. There were around Four of them, Three Females and their friend, And as you might have guest, The classical game of hide and seek tag was in play. A female, about the size of a large pig, was on the look out for her compainions, while two of the Trackers, Both Female, hid by the Chicken coop. The smaller female was around the size of a small goat and the Other one was about the size as a sheep. The fourth child, The middle aged Male was sneeking in the nearby brush, He was around the size of the farmers sheltie mix. "One....Two..Three!" The Largest Female whispered to her little compainion, and at one they dashed out from behind the coop, Causing the Seeker to turn around and chase. "Were not going to make it!" Cried the smallest of them all. "Oh yes we will!" Replied the oldest. She picked her up and dashed even faster, reachng base just moments before their Capturer. "Thats not fair! You cant help her!!" Verstand smirked and nodded her head, "Oh yes I can! There werent any rules in the book that said I couldnt! Besides, We arnt the only ones here! one of us is still hiding!" She said with a smirk, Only to cause her faithful friend to growl and whip around smaking her with her tail as she marched away in search for their friend. "I think shes a little mad.." She nodded in response to the smallerst trackers remarkment. "You think?" She let out a small snicker. A high pitched scream broke the sky as one of their guy friend sliced through a bush, panting. "Come'on! Dont let her get you!" Verstand called out. Just then A Tracker burst out after, Indicating that she was the seeker and charged after their friend, tackling him to the ground with a playful ha!
(End Of Story Two)

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[LiebenWolf]

Tracker Dog Application
Username: Wolfheart5550
Tracker Dog you want: #83
Name you'll give it: Glühend (gly-ent)
Reason why you want it: Theese tracker dogs are so amazing and I have never seen one as awesome as her =3 Plus when I saw her I thought of fireflies and germany, thus the name which literally translates to glowing.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Describe its personality: Well no it wont be in a story but I still want to give it a personality.
She jumps into things without thinking but shes unuaually smart, Violent and ferce but gentle and loving
They say a dog is a mans best friend but a traker dog like Glühend if 10 x beter

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
She was found in germany by a young girl. Swerling around this beautiful creature were fireflies of all the colors of the rainbow. When the little girl saw this magnificent creature she didnt scream, or run she just stood here mystified. Her mum and dad told her never go into the forest because of he dangerous animals but she never listned. And why should she? As this animal turned its mighty head she whispperd, "Glühend" because of the beauty shining of this wonderous creature. That night she sat there happily, watching the creature whom was watching her, and in the morning as she head back home the traker dog followed. Glühend...

Now I know my story is quite unuasual but its what I thought of. =3

[DoctorDraca]

Alright, darlings, #81 will be judged in a couple of hours so finish up your forms! (:

[zima.]

Good luck to all who applied for 81!!

Nex, how do you like my form for 83? I don't know what else to put.

[DoctorDraca]

Nex, how do you like my form for 83? I don't know what else to put.

You probably don't know this from the previous thread, but I don't really help anyone with their form.
However I can give tips. See that your personality is well written, that your form looks clean and appealing, and that your story is interesting. You don't have to write much, just keep it interesting and captivating.