Pet's ID Tag:
#1
Image of pet
Name You'd Choose for It:
Jäger {Pronounced Yay-ger, Like Jägermeister beer}
Gender:
Male
Reason You Want It:
I applied for another pet I wanted here, and he was adopted way before I could submit my form. So after the news I looked back through the pets here again, and instantly fell on love with his smirk on the image of him and conjured up a personality for him. If given the chance to adopt he'd be my fursona & fursona's mate's bestfriend and party mate.
History:
I was that kinda guy; cool and unstoppable.
At the young age of 13 I knew it was destined for me to be a partier; and live a hard knock life. My father, who was my best friend friend until he sent me off to meet my mom, told me I could go anywhere in life only if I get myself away from myself, and away from the scene. After he abandoned me, I left my home town of North Carolina to live with my mother who gave me up to my father, in New York City.
Yes, Abandoned.
I came home bringing the scent of the party back and soon as he got a good whiff of it; he told me to get out, to leave, and he doesn't wanna look at a delinquent son he had raised.
What ever, he don't know what he was talking about.
It was a cold, cold, winter when I first moved up with her. From what I had been told about my mother she was a rude lady; who stayed out partying all night long and only came home when she was on house-arrest but to my surprise she wasn't as bad as I thought. She gave me my own room, bought me fancy clothes, told me about the lessons of life and whatnot, but what the best thing she done for me, was taught me how to survive.
Not in the wilderness, but the thick concrete jungle known as my new home, New York.
I remember when I left home, home being that apartment Moms lived in, a year and a half after I moved up to NY city, I grew up fast.
To fast.
Moms had got home late at three in the morning from a party and she was in no mood to see me. I remember the exact words she told me that morning as I sat on the couch watching infomercials. She slung the door open with a bottle in her hands then slung that bottle on the ground, and gave me a confused look; and said to me something I wish I never heard. Gash, simple as they were they grinded into my brain and set off a spark that ignited the fire of my youth. I remember the exact words she said to:
"Who are you?"
Simple, eh? Yes they are simple and a phrase told world wide daily but to hear that from your own Mother, and when its aimed towards you, it hurts; it hurt. I stood up and threw the remote control at her and screamed "What do you mean who am I, Am your son you-!" She gave me a look like I was a lunatic and stumbled on the couch beside me as passed out and I got my happy butt up and walked out the door she left open, and started walking. Just, walking.
No where to be nor anywhere to go, at this point of time it was about four o'clock. I had wandered downtown in the sketchy part, but I can take care of myself as she told me. There was nobody I was scared of or any situation I couldn't save myself from. I kept my head held high and looked back and around every so now and then to stay safe.
Gash was it hard. Hard to grow up so fast in the matter of minutes, hard to be unknown to my own drunken mother, hard to live. Tears flooded my eyes and I stopped walking, shoving my hands into my pockets and after a while I crashed and leaned myself against a wall side. I remember it being cold, 'cuz it was just March then, and I remember sliding down the wall to sit down on the concrete floor with my tail between my legs, head held low with tears streaming down my mussel.
Yeah, I crashed.
I sat there for a good hour with people going to their early shifts of work until somebody finally stopped, my angel.
She was short and had bright pink fur, purple down her face and belly and three green dots on her eye. She bent down with a sympathetic face, with made me mad; heck yes I was dieing inside but heck no do I want her, wait; nobody, to feel sorry for me, and she said so sweetly; "You alright, dear?"
I looked up and gave her my cocky smile, eyes red of tears.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
She put her hands on my sholders and stood me up, looking me in the eye.
"Lemme get you a drink, whats your name, boy?"
Gah, how she came out of no where and was so kind me to me, to this day, still confuses me. I'll never understand.
"Jäger."
Keeping my cocky smile I put my arm around her sholders and she did to.
"Call me Toke. So tell me, whats going on?"
Personality
Cocky:
While most the time full of himself, he thinks he's 'smooth' and takes to much pride in his appearance and himself sometimes. Ahaha, one time; Jäger, Toke and one of her friends were at a party and Jäger decided he was the best looking male in the house, so he started ranting off about how handsome he was; when this one guy who was small compared to Jäger, so he didn't seem intimidated, came up and told him to shut up, Jäger said 'Umm, nah I'm good bro.' and kept on, then the guy punched his jaw and broke it! Even after that, he's still just as cocky.
Party Boy
Like his mother, Jäger likes to go out and have a good time; with who ever wants to party. He's mostly with Toke and her crowd. He doesn't drink, as he is to young, but he likes to mix them for people who do. One time he took a job at a bar a good friend of his ran, but that didn't last long; work isn't one of his strong suits.
Out-Spoken
When Jäger thinks something, the whole crowd knows it. He isn't afraid to speak whats on his mind, no matter what that thought is. This isn't a good quality he has; as some of the things he says' can get him beat-up, like this one time he was talking to this one guy and said something about the guy he was talking to, and the guy didn't like it so he beat the snot out of him.
Indiscriminate
Where Jäger has been and the stuff he has done since he left home; why would he be one to judge? Like this one time he was locked out of the house, and was so thirsty, that he licked the dew off the grass. No matter if your the weirdest person in the world or the most up-tight prick in the world, he don't care. One love.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
#1
Image of pet
Name You'd Choose for It:
Jäger {Pronounced Yay-ger, Like Jägermeister beer}
Gender:
Male
Reason You Want It:
I applied for another pet I wanted here, and he was adopted way before I could submit my form. So after the news I looked back through the pets here again, and instantly fell on love with his smirk on the image of him and conjured up a personality for him. If given the chance to adopt he'd be my fursona & fursona's mate's bestfriend and party mate.
History:
I was that kinda guy; cool and unstoppable.
At the young age of 13 I knew it was destined for me to be a partier; and live a hard knock life. My father, who was my best friend friend until he sent me off to meet my mom, told me I could go anywhere in life only if I get myself away from myself, and away from the scene. After he abandoned me, I left my home town of North Carolina to live with my mother who gave me up to my father, in New York City.
Yes, Abandoned.
I came home bringing the scent of the party back and soon as he got a good whiff of it; he told me to get out, to leave, and he doesn't wanna look at a delinquent son he had raised.
What ever, he don't know what he was talking about.
It was a cold, cold, winter when I first moved up with her. From what I had been told about my mother she was a rude lady; who stayed out partying all night long and only came home when she was on house-arrest but to my surprise she wasn't as bad as I thought. She gave me my own room, bought me fancy clothes, told me about the lessons of life and whatnot, but what the best thing she done for me, was taught me how to survive.
Not in the wilderness, but the thick concrete jungle known as my new home, New York.
I remember when I left home, home being that apartment Moms lived in, a year and a half after I moved up to NY city, I grew up fast.
To fast.
Moms had got home late at three in the morning from a party and she was in no mood to see me. I remember the exact words she told me that morning as I sat on the couch watching infomercials. She slung the door open with a bottle in her hands then slung that bottle on the ground, and gave me a confused look; and said to me something I wish I never heard. Gash, simple as they were they grinded into my brain and set off a spark that ignited the fire of my youth. I remember the exact words she said to:
"Who are you?"
Simple, eh? Yes they are simple and a phrase told world wide daily but to hear that from your own Mother, and when its aimed towards you, it hurts; it hurt. I stood up and threw the remote control at her and screamed "What do you mean who am I, Am your son you-!" She gave me a look like I was a lunatic and stumbled on the couch beside me as passed out and I got my happy butt up and walked out the door she left open, and started walking. Just, walking.
No where to be nor anywhere to go, at this point of time it was about four o'clock. I had wandered downtown in the sketchy part, but I can take care of myself as she told me. There was nobody I was scared of or any situation I couldn't save myself from. I kept my head held high and looked back and around every so now and then to stay safe.
Gash was it hard. Hard to grow up so fast in the matter of minutes, hard to be unknown to my own drunken mother, hard to live. Tears flooded my eyes and I stopped walking, shoving my hands into my pockets and after a while I crashed and leaned myself against a wall side. I remember it being cold, 'cuz it was just March then, and I remember sliding down the wall to sit down on the concrete floor with my tail between my legs, head held low with tears streaming down my mussel.
Yeah, I crashed.
I sat there for a good hour with people going to their early shifts of work until somebody finally stopped, my angel.
She was short and had bright pink fur, purple down her face and belly and three green dots on her eye. She bent down with a sympathetic face, with made me mad; heck yes I was dieing inside but heck no do I want her, wait; nobody, to feel sorry for me, and she said so sweetly; "You alright, dear?"
I looked up and gave her my cocky smile, eyes red of tears.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
She put her hands on my sholders and stood me up, looking me in the eye.
"Lemme get you a drink, whats your name, boy?"
Gah, how she came out of no where and was so kind me to me, to this day, still confuses me. I'll never understand.
"Jäger."
Keeping my cocky smile I put my arm around her sholders and she did to.
"Call me Toke. So tell me, whats going on?"
Personality
Cocky:
While most the time full of himself, he thinks he's 'smooth' and takes to much pride in his appearance and himself sometimes. Ahaha, one time; Jäger, Toke and one of her friends were at a party and Jäger decided he was the best looking male in the house, so he started ranting off about how handsome he was; when this one guy who was small compared to Jäger, so he didn't seem intimidated, came up and told him to shut up, Jäger said 'Umm, nah I'm good bro.' and kept on, then the guy punched his jaw and broke it! Even after that, he's still just as cocky.
Party Boy
Like his mother, Jäger likes to go out and have a good time; with who ever wants to party. He's mostly with Toke and her crowd. He doesn't drink, as he is to young, but he likes to mix them for people who do. One time he took a job at a bar a good friend of his ran, but that didn't last long; work isn't one of his strong suits.
Out-Spoken
When Jäger thinks something, the whole crowd knows it. He isn't afraid to speak whats on his mind, no matter what that thought is. This isn't a good quality he has; as some of the things he says' can get him beat-up, like this one time he was talking to this one guy and said something about the guy he was talking to, and the guy didn't like it so he beat the snot out of him.
Indiscriminate
Where Jäger has been and the stuff he has done since he left home; why would he be one to judge? Like this one time he was locked out of the house, and was so thirsty, that he licked the dew off the grass. No matter if your the weirdest person in the world or the most up-tight prick in the world, he don't care. One love.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
