Symphony Character Adoption Agency - CD + OPEN! :)

[wind song]

I would also like to donate to this lovely cause <3
He's one of my favorite entries ever, but sadly I have not used him or been able to trade him~


Username: Wind Song
Name: Unnamed-
Gender: You choose
Breed/Species: Antlered wolf
Preferences and Requirements for adoption: Just keep him active please,
Don't change his design or add anything,
If un-wanted return to the SCAA or me~
Lineart Link, design credits, etc.: Lines by EmberWolf
hooper

[Solanum]

I would also like to donate to this lovely cause <3
He's one of my favorite entries ever, but sadly I have not used him or been able to trade him~


Username: Wind Song
Name: Unnamed-
Gender: You choose
Breed/Species: Antlered wolf
Preferences and Requirements for adoption: Just keep him active please,
Don't change his design or add anything,
If un-wanted return to the SCAA or me~
Lineart Link, design credits, etc.: Lines by EmberWolf
hooper

May have to try for that lovely little thing <33

[Charchar2]

Oh gosh, will most certainly be trying for him <333

[Wesley]

Ah, gorgeous c:
Putting him up this round as we have some empty kennels ^^
Thank you so much, Wind Song

Edit - In kennel 201 now c:

[Charchar2]

omg yes ;U; MINE -hugs-
HUUUGEEE wip <3

Name ::
"My name is Jikan. It means 'time'
in Japanese; a fitting name for me,
with my lovely hour-glass always counting
down. My name fits me well, I don't believe
I could be called anything else..."
→ Full name
Jikan Elden Windthrush
→ Meaning
Jikan means 'time' in Japanese.
→ Symbols
時間
→ Pronunciation
Gee-con.
→ Call name
Just Jikan.
→ Nicknames
Ji, Jiji

Gender ::
"Excuse me? I'm male..."
→ Male

Age ::
"Not terribly old...only 18"
→ Birthday
July 6th
→ Birthstone
Ruby
→ Horoscopes
Cancer, the pig

Voice ::
"Rather quiet really..."
→ Quiet but mysterious. Very alluring and interesting,
but hard to hear if you aren't listening for it. Jikan
doesn't speak too often; but when he does he always
has something very important to say.



Kennel Number ::
"..."
→ 201

Appearance ::
"I don't think I'm particularly attractive...
though I'm not downright ugly either..."
→ A tall, handsome male wolf with a base coat of
dusty chocolate. Golden-yellow markings curl around
the back, neck, and legs, ending in graceful, cut-off
spirals on the long, silky tail. Small amounts of deep
crimson red and paler, milky chocolate accent the
gold colors; the red appears most notably on the tail,
legs, and face. Deep tan eyes are very striking. Also
possesses long, graceful antlers, each of which has two
red beads strung onto them with red, silken threads.
Two golden bands adorn the tips of each antler.
A darkly colored piece of beaded silk wraps around
the tail, ending in a glowing hourglass filled with red sand.

Hex Codes ::
"Not quite sure what these are, but alright..."
→ Dusty Chocolate
#453734
→ Golden Yellow
#E2BE70
→ Deep Crimson
#611F21
→ Pale Chocolate
#A07E74

Build ::
"Tall, not exceptionally strong ..."
→ Tall and thin. Has some muscle, and is rather strong,
but at a fight would be at a disadvantage because of his
small girth.

________________________________________________________________________________________
{ { → p e r s o n a l i t y ;;
Mysterious → Quiet → Withdrawn → Dignified → Secretive → Shy

d i s l i k e s ::

• Loud noises

• Obnoxiousness

• Stupidity

• Nosiness

• Being patronized

• Hunters

• Feeling useless

• Fake sympathy

l i k e s ::

• Silence

• Nature

• Autumn

• Kindness

• Privacy

• Bright

• Water

• Woodland creatures

Ji is very quiet and withdrawn. He lives all alone and doesn't often interact with other wolves. He's very respectful of nature and loves nothing more than a long stroll through the woods in autumn, when all the leaves are turning colors and falling from the trees. He also loves waterfalls, and can sit staring at them for hours on end, listening to the soothing sounds of their crashing waves. He's often so still while watching nature that birds come and land on his antlers. This is one of his favorite things -- he loves to feel like such a part of nature, giving the birds a place to rest. Jikan is not much of a talker, and on the rare occasion that he meets another wolf he generally comes off as very withdrawn. He doesn't like telling others about himself and is quite secretive and mysterious. His best friend is not another wolf, actually, but a little robin, Bright, who he, by some strange anomaly of nature, can actually speak to and understand. He confides everything in Bright, and maybe that's why he never talks much to anyone else -- he lets
out all his secrets and gets everything off his chest with his little friend. Jikan and Bright can often be seen strolling through the forest,
the little bird perched atop his antlers or playing with the little beads on them; an unlikely pair but a very close one. <3

Username:
Kennel Number: 201 <3
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[christine,]

Kennel 78

We have made each other laugh so hard we've cried,
We feel each other's pain if we are hurt inside.
We always can find the right words to say,
To help us get through any dreadful day.
We have told our darkest secrets, with feeling no shame,
We will tell each other the truth even if we are to blame.
The miles between us can't keep us apart,

Because we will keep each other close at heart.

Source

Hi! I'm Enya, and this is Marcius. As you can probably tell, we are best friends! We've known each other our whole lives, even grown up with each other. Let me tell you, we've had our troubles, but nothing can get in the way of our true freindships!"
"Enya, please don't get all mushy on me. Please. My ears will bleed."
"I know that you think it is true..."
"Touche. But running your mouth all the time isn't really the best option."

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(Ho!) I've been trying to do it right
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(Hey!) I've been living a lonely life
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(Ho!) I've been sleeping here instead
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(Hey!) I've been sleeping in my bed,
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(Ho!) I've been sleeping in my bed
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(Hey!)

(Ho!)

(Ho!) So show me family
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(Hey!) All the blood that I will bleed
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(Ho!) I don't know where I belong
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(Hey!) I don't know where I went wrong
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(Ho!) But I can write a song
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(Hey!)

1, 2, 3
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I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart
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I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweet
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(Ho!)
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Enya. She is a piece of work. Allways running her mouth and jumping paws-first into things! She tends to not think about what she is doing before she acts, and that gets her in a lot of trouble sometimes.

Loyal.
Enya is the most loyal friend you could ever have. She is feircely loyal- to the point she will just about snap at someone who badmouths her friends. She sometimes is blind to the truth, though, so her loyalty might get in the way of reality, so when that happens, she comes crashing down. This has led her to heartbreak many times, so she is finding it hard to trust people with anything.

Arrogant

Enya can be mean sometimes. Really mean, as in bite-your-head off mean. She struggles to stay in control, and often needs others to help her do so. she can be insanely bossy, with her one-track mind edging her on.

Hidden
Enya's life is full of facades and doubt. She lies to herself quite a bit, and is not sure if any of her friends really like her. Her self-confidence is truly low, but is bumped up by every little comment she gets. She values her friends more than anything, and would take a bullet for any one of them.

Marcius is the thinker of the relationship. He lives in the world of possibilities, and can become very passionate about things. His gleefulness gives him the ability to inspire and motivate others. He loves life, seeing it as a special gift, and strives to make the most out of it.

Watchful

Marcius can be very watchful. He sees things that others don't, like the subtle movement of a dragonfly or a cat's whiskers twitching. Sometimes, though, it drives him crazy. He pays attention too closely, and learns things that he shouldn't.

Seceretive
He keeps his emotions under lock and key. He double and triple-thinks about what he says before he says it, wondering of the outcome and what change it might bring if he does say it. And as for emotions, don't expect for him to say anything to you. They are a hard thing for him to admit, for he thinks it makes him look weak. Just the oppisite, though, when it comes to others. He likes to help people with their problems, and gives good advice.

Innovative

Marcius strives to come up with new ideas. More effiecnt ways to brush your teeth, to vacum the living room, to brush your hair. He -seceretly- wants to be an inventor, and tinkers with little metal parts and screws and things in his workshop.

My paws lightly scrabbled against the ground as a nose gently nudged my shoulder, drawing my attention to the canine next to me.
"Brighten up 'Nya" said a soft voice. Marcius's bright eyes glinted at me playfully as I allowed a small smile to wander across my muzzle.
"I'm sorry, its...Its just hard being back", my voice faltered at the end of my sentence and I shivered. Many would wonder why I had bad memories of this place, it looked nice enough, well kept, a good neighborhood with few strays and little trouble. But for me, it was a place I could never be free, never be the dog I wanted to be. I was always shielded, supposedly for my own good. But I couldn't stand it. Looking at the high fence my vision blurred and I shook my head as the memories flooded back.

A soft nudge, one that would be echoed far in the future. A cold nose touched my head and I opened my eyes blearily looking up softly at a figure. A figure I would later know as mother. She smiled, a warm smile, but tinged with sadness and regret. I didn't understand it, I was a pup after all. Her nose gently nudged me to my paws and I took a shaky step across the room, I was wobbling slightly but her presence by my side kept me calm, kept me steady. I looked up at her again and she laughed, it was soft, musical and I couldn't help but copy it making her grin grow wider.
"Oh Enya, you are a terror" she said with a laugh. I didn't know what terror meant but I liked the word and copied it.
"Terror, Terror, I'm a Terror" I said bouncing on my paws.

My vision cleared and I looked at the ground sadly. Her closeness had been welcome in the first few days, but it never seemed to end, I grew and grew with her constantly by my side. That, her constant presence was what pushed me away in the end. I sighed softly and Marcius looked at me sharply.
"We don't have to do this 'Nya" he said softly, I shook my head, I needed this, needed to feel the release. To let go of my past, so that I could embrace the future. My closest friend, my greatest ally and my savior nodded his head in understanding, I had told him parts of my past, but I could never tell him the whole story. When we first met he had looked at me like I was a pampered pooch and I suppose he was right. It had taken me ages to prove myself to him and I couldn't let him see me like that again. I looked at him, eyes half lidded wondering what he thought, to my shock I saw him smiling, warmly and he nodded pushing me towards the fence. We slid under a gap and my vision faded again.

My gaze wandered over the fence thoughtfully, dogs had been passing lately, a pack it sounded like. They were clearly strays and sounded like they had so much fun. I let out a sigh of irritation as my mother padded over, a choice, fatty, perfect piece of meat. She had a happy smile on her face as she laid it in front of me.
"Here you go dear" she said softly licking a scraggy tuft of fur on my head to settle it. I glared at her, hiding it below my long, slightly scruffy hair. She smiled again and nudged the meat towards me. It smelled amazing so I ate it quickly as she groomed me lightly. My mother was so over-protective, she never left my side, never let me be alone and it had scared of any potential friends.

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Enya-

Enya loves flowers. Adores them. She has spent hours just looking at fields of them, pressing them, drawing them. You could say that they are her 'escape from reality'. She once spend three hours just looking at a single daisy. You should have seen how much Marcius teased her after that! She tends to lean toward the lazier side, not the biggest fan of 'being active' or running. Quoting her, 'Why run if you have nowhere to go?'. She takes a nap every day at exactly 4:00, energizing her for the afternon.

Marcius

Marcius. Like I said before, he wants to be an inventor. He spends his time away from Enya tinkering with strange metal objects, saying things that only he understands. He is working on making a new language, so his head is a little in the clouds right now.

Wow. You have no idea ^-^

I've actually been on the lookout for some really high-quality art of canines, more specifically pairs. I've kind of been intreigued with the idea of best friends/ lovers/ siblings in the same photo, but have never been able to find the right piece of art for it. I take a look at this pair, and am in love. Literally. This lineart is just so cute!

I've been in a 'let's go spend all my money on beautiful characters' mood lately, and am just about broke. These characters are free? High-quality art of stunning canines for free? My day was just made.

So, I'll summarize it. Ordering art, finding them mates, breeding them, maybe even roleplaying them is what I would use them for. I adore them, and would be honored to get such an adorable pair!

[Daniel]

WIP

Design by Freckle

Hex Codes:
#5f4234
#3c2e2b
#816051
#e6ae57
#4f1e1a
#d5c2bb
#cec5c0
#f4c726
#f4eede
(will be removed before end)

Username:
Daniel

Kennel Number:
81

Name:
Rafael

Gender:
Male

Species and/or specific breed:
Wolf

Use:
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Personality:
Rafael is a reserved animal, sullen more than quiet. He likes to spend time to himself, away from the hustle and bustle of noisy environments, which he has a great hatred for. To others, he comes off quite charming and understanding in nature. He is very observant of others and uses these moments to work his allure on them. He feels he can tell a great deal about others from their looks, movements and sounds. Rafael also loves to express himself, using his bright shock of red hair and accessories to make himself stand out against the others. He has an unusual fascination in classical music.

History/Background:
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[Daniel]

WIP

Design by milo8

We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
Always pushing up the hill, searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on, we are calling out and out again
Never looking down, I'm just in awe of what's in front of me
Empire Of The Sun - Walking On A Dream

Hex Codes:
#ab6949
#b5978d
#c19274
#398443
#f2f0d9
(will be removed before the end)

Username:
Daniel

Kennel Number:
249

Name:
Biscuit

After many fruitless attempts at naming Biscuit after famous female aviators, her owner came to the unfortunate conclusion that she was only in it for the treats that he offered her for responding to them. Unless there was a treat, she refused flat out to come to the name he'd picked. He eventually just ended up giving up and calling her Biscuit, after the treats she loved.

Gender:
Female

Species and/or specific breed:
Red Merle Border Collie

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Personality:
Biscuit is an extremely friendly and good tempered dog. Her owner, a helicopter pilot, takes her on flights with him as she knows when to be quiet and calm and is very affectionate towards children and strangers. When allowed though, she is quite the show off, loud and excitable, full of energy. She loves to stretch her legs and run after she has been cooped up on the helicopter. She is very confident and often sticks her head out of the helicopter window to get fresh air, seemingly as at home in the air as she is on the ground. Biscuit tolerates her owner's passion for dressing her up as an aviator, as at makes him incredibly happy and jovial. She loves attention and often takes advantage of the good natures of the passengers, who are quite charmed by the unlikely co-pilot, complete with her goggles and scarf.

History/Background:
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[Daniel]

dropping out

[weegeestar5]

Personality and history are at the bottom of the form c:

❝I'm a ＮＩＧＨＴＭＡＲＥ; a ＤＩＳＡＳＴＥＲ.
That's what they ＡＬＷＡＹＳ said.
I'm a ＬＯＳＴ ＣＡＵＳＥ; not a ＨＥＲＯ.
But I'll make it ＯＮ ＭＹ ＯＷＮ!
I've gotta prove them ＷＲＯＮＧ!
Me ＡＧＡＩＮＳＴ the world.
It's ＭＥ against ＴＨＥ ＷＯＲＬＤ. ❞

Ｕsername:

(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who lost control.
(Control) But in the end I'd be the,
Last man standing.

(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who sold his soul.
(His soul) Forever gone to be the,
Last man standing.

Glorious....
Noble in my mind....
Everything a fight to win....
Taking all and giving,
Whatever my pride would let me.
Not backing down, not giving in.
I wouldn't lose, I couldn't.

(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who lost control.
(Control) But in the end I'd be the,
Last man standing.

(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who sold his soul.
(His soul) Forever gone to be the,
Last man standing.

I walk alone,
With my head held high.
Never felt that I belonged.
Stand my ground at all costs,
Running through life with blindfolds,
Just for the right - the right to be wrong.

Nothing would rule my world but-

(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who lost control.
(Control) But in the end I'd be the,
Last man standing.

(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who sold his soul.
(His soul) Forever gone to be the,
Last man standing.

Nothing would rule my world but-

(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who lost control.
(Control) But in the end I'd be the,
Last man standing.

(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who sold his soul.
(His soul) Forever gone to be the,
Last man standing.

(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who lost control.
(Control) But in the end I'd be the,
Last man standing.

(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who sold his soul.
(His soul) Forever gone to be the,
Last man standing.

Seeing clearer what I've done....
I'd refuse to let things go.
I could never once admit I'm wrong,
And what do I have to show?

Seeing clearer what's at stake....
And the things I have to change...
I just hope I can, it's not too late,
To get a chance to end this pain...

weegeestar5, but you can call me Weegee, Weege, Weeg.
Ｋennel Number:
№ 191
Ｕse:
Now, where should I start?
I'd use him as a much loved character, prehaps even a main <3 I'd try to draw/write about him and get art of him, but I can't make any real promises on that. :c Anyway, I'm also having some serious muse to animate him and Robbie (from the SCAA new homing thing (I posted a wip form on there) if I won both of them) to the song I'm not the one by 3OH!3 which would actually be rather fitting xD

- About the character -

Ｎame:
← Fox ...........→
.........→ An English boy name, meaning 'cunning'. ←
.........← Why the name? →
Well, I was looking up English male names for this little guy, and I saw the name 'Fox'. I thought this name would suit a little fox, since they tend to be cunning and sly - which is what the name means.
Ｇender:
↓ Male ♂ .............↑
Ｓpecies and/or specific breed:
... ⇐ Fox ⇒
.......⇒ Blanford's fox ⇐
..........⇒ Vulpes cana ⇐
Ａge:
......« 20 human years »
Ｌikes:
-Conflict
-Arguing
-Winning
-Gold
-Relaxing
Ｄislikes:
-Losing
-War
-Work
-Idiots
Ａbilities:
He can fight insanely well, due to his insane, battle thirsty side of himself.
Ｆears:
Himself, he fears the insane, battle thirsty side of himself.
Ｈealth issues:
He has some aggresion issues.
Ｔheme songs:
[url=link]Last man standing - Hammerfall[/url]
[url=link]Me against the world - Simple Plan[/url]
Ｎationality:
British.
Ａccent:

Ｆur colour:
Dark grey, light grey, 'tea' green and a darker grey.
Ｅye colour:
Blue.
Ｂuild:
His build, at first glance, seems sleek and delicate, but if you take a good look you'll see powerful muscles.
Ｐhysical quirks:
Ａccesories:
Ｃrush:
None.
Ｂoyfriend/Girlfriend/Husband/Wife:
None.
Ｏrientation:
Unknown, seems to have a preference for males.
Ｆriends:
He'd be best friends with Robbie from the SCAA new homing thing (I posted a wip form on there) if I won both xD
Actually they'd be lovers |D
Ｅnemies:
He's likely to have quite a few enemies.

Ｐersonality:
[ stand off-ish ] [ dominant ] [ aggresive ] [ wip ] [ wip ] [ wip]
wip

Ｈistory/Background:
I must warrn you that there is no humanity here. Never has been, never will be. Just souls deprived of love and companionship, turned corrupted. Now, not everyone, strictly speaking, was like this, but the ones that weren't often ended up sprawled dead with haunted looks forever blazing across their faces. Sounds morbid, doesn't it? Here, it was just life and everyone was used to fights and deaths. You could tell a young cub that both of its parents were killed and it wouldn't even bat an eyelid. Even the cubs were taught, at a very tender age, to be emotionless. It made surviving easier, without constant grief snapping at your shoulders. Though newcomers were rare, when one did happen to arrive, arrive at the desolate forest, they often wonder what happened here that made the inhabitants so ruthless and the questions, 'did someone break their hearts inside? Does their pain weigh out the pride, and they're just looking for a place to hide?' (those lines are from the song 21 Guns by Green Day) flowed through their minds as fear snapped at their heels.

The large fox cub yawned, opening his small jaw to show sharp, pointed, deadly killers which would cause an ordinary human to yelp on contact. His grey fur glittered underneath the little sunlight which managed to snake its way into the cave. Large ears pricked up curiously, the Blanford's fox, ironically named Fox, padded towards the enterance; leaving the small pile of sleeping bodies that were his siblings. There was no time for goodbyes, despite that this would likely be the last time he'd ever see them. Their parents had alreadly left them; leaving them to make their own way across the world. He absentmindedly scratched himself for a while before he became aware of the sound of snarling. It wasn't that odd to hear snarling, so on most days he would've ignored it, but something about this snarling drew him in. Two large canines were snarling and batted each other with harsh words. Fox watched them, bored. It was then that he noticed that one of them wasn't attacking the other, it was simply the one clamping its jaws on to the other. Even more bored now, Fox wandered off, looking for something to intruige his little mind.

Some time later, the handsome young fox streched his muscles in the sunlight. A sound, much like a muffled yelp of suprise, entered his eardrums and he swivelled his head around to see a tip of a tail wildly flicking about at the top of a patch of brambles. Instant instincts to attack rose up in his body; tail bristling. "Uh, hey there, I'm a bit stuck, would you mind helping me out here?" The voice. There was something about it which caused Fox to freeze, to not attack. Maybe it was the note of innocence which radiated out of every word spoken by the young fox; who knew. Muscles relaxing ever so slightly, he padded up to the slightly younger fox and looked at it somewhat curiously. After a few minutes of wildly thrashing about, the white and brown animal plopped on to the forest ground before him. "Who do you happen to be? I'm Robbie, by the way." The purple eyed canine asked in a rather polite manner.
"...Fox." He responded, flexing his shoulder muscles slightly.
"I know you're a fox, but what's your name?" The words were becoming more slurred and rushed as Robbie's body twitched and fear flickered into his eyes like a dying flame.
"It's Fox."
"Oh, well that's certainly... original." He seemed to be trying not to insult whilist not panicking at the same time. (still a wip)

[a looooot of stuff happens which I still have to write]

He could see the dismayal in his friend's eyes. Still struggling to stay alive, he sat up on to his haunches and let out shallow puffs in an attempt to stay alive. Pawsteps scuffled the ground until he could feel the touch of his mussle pressed against his own. Was that a sign of... love? Immense suprise made his brain whirl about; trying to comprehend exactly what was happening here. Love had never been taught to him. The purple gaze travelled into his own sharp blue eyes, then down to the wound. The horrible wound, which would split them apart, there was no mistaking it. A soft smile crept on to his face, prehaps for the first time in his life. He was going to die, but not alone. His heartbeat would stop, but there'd still be another one beating. Fox would be a living memory. According to traditional beliefs, the ones who have remained pure at time of death would come back; whether it be as a spirit or as a reincarnation. "When it's time to live and let die, and you can't get another try..." A small whisper escaped from him, "it's time to just let go."

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