Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Kinarra]

Wow Bullet that one is awesome!

[Madame Butterfly]

*sneaks in*

This place does look awesome. Great job with the adoptable characters so far, everyone ^^

[Theophilus]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 13
Picture:
Name: Red (the name was given to him by his first master. it is simply after his color, but it is his only thing left of his past, and so he clings to it.)
Species: some sort of fox or hyena demon. no one's quite sure.
Personality: Imagine before you a flame. No, not a single flame, a forest fire, wild and unable to be tamed, dangerous and out of control. Constantly flickering and twisting, never staying still or silent, its long tongues of fire spitting and recoiling, stretching to burn away a stray leaf to ashes. Sloppy and messy, laughing loudly and jesting. Non-intelligent, if you must, simply swiping away without a single glance in the direction of its target. Rampaging. A beast. A monster.

All of this is Red down to a T. Every bit of fire, every rolling strike and even the unpleasant stench that clouds up the air unbeknownst to the creature itself can be easily transferred to the creature in his snarling, whinging, crimson-furred composition. He is not something to be admired or liked, no, but simply a raging fire, unaffected by the consoles and water-spraying of those who try to bring the beast back to the real world. He has bad days, on which the monster shall run rampant through the forest, burning down everything in his path, and ones not so bad, during which he'll curl and roll about his cave, singing and crooning to the invisible demons around him.

He is mentally impaired (how obvious), suffering (though a more fitting term would be "enjoying") schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, a form of anorexia, and perhaps a mild form of multiple personality disorder to top it all off with. He hears voices that come from no mouth, sees creatures that take up no space, no mass. His Masters, he calls them. And those deeds he performs, the outrageous acts of murder and harassment, he blames those upon the Masters. The Masters command him, direct him, and guide him, and to them he has total loyalty. He does not see the injustice and cruelty of his ways. In his eyes, the Master is right. He lives only to serve, and to serve the Masters specifically. Anyone who tries to contradict them, to try to make him do something that they have not approve of, will end up with a fire demon having a collection of seizure-like spasms in front of them.

And we don't want that, do we?

His laugh is quite possibly the most unusual thing about his physical self; the twisting sound is one that belongs to someone in an insane asylum. He'll giggle and cackle the way you'd expect a hyena to, spit flying off of the long serpentine tongue as his sides heave, the barren ribcage, its bones showing through, lifting and falling with the cadence of his chortling voice.

His "imaginary friends", as I shall call them, are of many, though the few most frequently popping up in his stories are Rannock, Kine, Eko, and Telos. His Masters, the sole reason he was created, he thinks. Rannock looks like a phaorah (though we only know what Red has told us, and his recollections may not be accurate), skinny, with long limbs furred in a silken-beige. Blue and black markings swirl around his eyes and paws, and a golden headpiece rests upon his head. Red has also reported that he sports a beard, a black one streaked through with purest white. Kine takes the form mof a dragon-like hellbeast. He is the one who beats Red, the rough punisher, the military-like enforcement that forces him to do what he does. Large horns sprout from his head, his snout, his shoulder blades, his spine, everywhere. Eko is the next Master. He takes the form of a black wolf with 7 skunk-like tails, reminiscent of his own in shape and color. Eko is Red's "father" as he calls him; you'll hear him shrieking, "FATHER! Father! THEY'RE COMING, THEY'RE COMING!" or something similar, on any given night. Of Telos we know little, except that he is the leader of Red's rulers, the ultimate king, the president, the sun of his solar system. Red talks of him with wonder in his voice and awe visible in his gaze.

Red talks in the third person, and he has terrible grammar. A good sentence for him would be: "Red's hungry, Red's hungrrry, RED EATS YOU!" His speech has a strange accent to it. He has trouble forming normal sentences, stringing together words the way he wants them to. So he sticks to quick things, a noun and a verb to describe what he desires. "Red EAT!" or "Red KILLS!" are common recurrences in his speech, expressing simply and concisely what he wants.

Contrary to popular belief, Red isn't too violent. Well sure, he's short-tempered, and empty of empathy, and cruel, and sadistic, but... That doesn't mean he's violent.

He'll threaten death and attack sure, but he'll only really attack when the Masters order him to do so, and even then he prefers to torture, to drain your last speck of hope than to kill or permanently injure.

On some days he's more manageable, calmer, more logical, sometimes even holding the ability to have an intelligent conversation with someone, though his view on the world is simple. He lacks feelings and emotions, instead looking at the world in black-and-white. He has simple desires and pains, with simple responses and answers to those desires and pains. He does not worry, no, and this could be considered a good point of the beast.

But on his worse days, the demon is terrible. These are the times when the Masters demand much of him, and he fulfills their wishes, ripping up the ground and tearing trees out of the ground in his rage. Anyone to go to near him will end up with a face full of black claws.

It's possible to sympathize for the beast - he only wants to please, to serve, but he does so in unpleasant ways. If only he could understand and connect to others, maybe he could function in society. Maybe if the Masters were to vanish, he could perform well as a guard dog of sorts.

And it's a sad thing that such a terrible monster was blessed with powers that could be put to good use. His size is one thing to consider - while on his good days, he's as huge as a person, perhaps, but during his bad times, he can easily blow up to the size of a tank. And this is only the beginning of his unusual abilities. His tails exist not only to impress and flail, but on certain occasions, a flame can jump from the tip of each tail. This he has no control over, though - like his size jumps, it can happen at any time, in any place, making him a constant danger. You never know when his tail may ignite just when it passes under a branch, causing a mighty forest fire to rip throughout a section of woodlands. He is also resistant to the venom of most creatures. And last but not least, with his glowing yellow-green eyes he can see during nighttime just as well as he can during the day, if not better. This comes in handy when the Masters call upon him during the night.

His diet? No ones quite sure, as he feeds during times no one dares approach him. There are rumors he feasts upon humans, though that theory has been proven incorrect, as he honors humans like gods. Chances are whatever's near him - typically a variety of woodland wildlife = are what fills his stomach,
Likes: Red has a love of the scent of blood; to him it is the sweetest perfume. He'll scratch open whatever scabs he receives, simply to sniff with his blunt black nose and lick away the crimson liquid with his long serpent-like tongue. He also loves his Masters, his father especially. Any thought of any of his Masters will bring a pleasant smile to his face, especially when they call to him, demanding he perform such task that will prove such excellence, Red will be able to eat FIVE days in a row! Oh, the joy.

The demon also has a deep love of snakes. The serpents will often be found wrapped around his large, bristle-covered back. Lucky for him, their venom does not affect him much, or he'd be out of this life fast.

And darkness. Red loves darkness. Everything about it is inviting and friendly to him; the way it falls in thick curtains as the sun sets, or the way he can still see, while others are impaired. The nighttime is his favorite time, and if he's lucky his tails, the wonderfully useful things, will light up so EVERYONE can see him! Delightful, isn't it?

Dislikes: Red has a hatred of water. No one's quite sure, though they think that it may be caused by something that happened in his childhood. No matter, whenever anyone splashes the tiny bit on his fiery fur, he'll end up screeching on the ground, convulsing horridly. It's not a pretty sight.

He despises the feeling of hunger, that empty feeling in his stomach. Not eating frequently enough will end up with him going on one of his rampages, though if the Masters TOLD him to starve himself, he'll act perfectly normal. Or... normal for him, anyway. And the Masters tell him to starve himself quite often, hence his unusually skinny body structure.

He also hates both kangaroos and penguins, though it's more of a fear than a hatred. No one's sure why, along with the water fear. It's a crazy and irrational fear, one that will only show up when he's exposed to either kangaroos or penguins. He'll explode in screeches, clawing at the trigger with crazy ferocity.

Once more, no one's quite sure.
Background The creation of the beast is shrouded in mystery. His first appearance was at the age of a year old, we think, though he may have been much older. Fromw hat we know, he always had an owner of some sort. Most of them abused him heavily, resulting in the scars that litter his body beneath the thick pelt of fur. This may have resulted in his Masters. With the loss of a REAL owner, a real abuser, he made up his own in order to keep him sane. The black dots beneath his eyes are not markings, but tattoos, so we know that he must have received them from a human at some point in time. He claims them to be the mark of his Masters.

[mirage.]

Capri, nicely done. Amazing stuff. o_o

Abd I love how...Red is the number 13. xD

[Spotty]

Capri, nicely done. Amazing stuff. o_o

Abd I love how...Red is the number 13. xD

I also noticed. And Luffed that fact.

I'm going to make a char named #13

[mirage.]

Capri, nicely done. Amazing stuff. o_o

And I love how...Red is the number 13. xD

I also noticed. And Luffed that fact.

I'm going to make a char named #13

Awesome. ^^

[Theophilus]

Wait, whatchya mean by "red is the number 13?" XD
I is confuzzled.

Anyway, thanks. not like I have any other way to spend my free time. Ya know, not like I have HOMEWORK to do or anything... XD

[mirage.]

Wait, whatchya mean by "red is the number 13?" XD
I is confuzzled.

Anyway, thanks. not like I have any other way to spend my free time. Ya know, not like I have HOMEWORK to do or anything... XD

His number is 13. ^^

[Aurore]

Awesome Capri, simply awesome. You really made Red "come to life". I think you deserve him. ^^

[Achi]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 13
Picture:
Name: Red (the name was given to him by his first master. it is simply after his color, but it is his only thing left of his past, and so he clings to it.)
Species: some sort of fox or hyena demon. no one's quite sure.
Personality: Imagine before you a flame. No, not a single flame, a forest fire, wild and unable to be tamed, dangerous and out of control. Constantly flickering and twisting, never staying still or silent, its long tongues of fire spitting and recoiling, stretching to burn away a stray leaf to ashes. Sloppy and messy, laughing loudly and jesting. Non-intelligent, if you must, simply swiping away without a single glance in the direction of its target. Rampaging. A beast. A monster.

All of this is Red down to a T. Every bit of fire, every rolling strike and even the unpleasant stench that clouds up the air unbeknownst to the creature itself can be easily transferred to the creature in his snarling, whinging, crimson-furred composition. He is not something to be admired or liked, no, but simply a raging fire, unaffected by the consoles and water-spraying of those who try to bring the beast back to the real world. He has bad days, on which the monster shall run rampant through the forest, burning down everything in his path, and ones not so bad, during which he'll curl and roll about his cave, singing and crooning to the invisible demons around him.

He is mentally impaired (how obvious), suffering (though a more fitting term would be "enjoying") schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, a form of anorexia, and perhaps a mild form of multiple personality disorder to top it all off with. He hears voices that come from no mouth, sees creatures that take up no space, no mass. His Masters, he calls them. And those deeds he performs, the outrageous acts of murder and harassment, he blames those upon the Masters. The Masters command him, direct him, and guide him, and to them he has total loyalty. He does not see the injustice and cruelty of his ways. In his eyes, the Master is right. He lives only to serve, and to serve the Masters specifically. Anyone who tries to contradict them, to try to make him do something that they have not approve of, will end up with a fire demon having a collection of seizure-like spasms in front of them.

And we don't want that, do we?

His laugh is quite possibly the most unusual thing about his physical self; the twisting sound is one that belongs to someone in an insane asylum. He'll giggle and cackle the way you'd expect a hyena to, spit flying off of the long serpentine tongue as his sides heave, the barren ribcage, its bones showing through, lifting and falling with the cadence of his chortling voice.

His "imaginary friends", as I shall call them, are of many, though the few most frequently popping up in his stories are Rannock, Kine, Eko, and Telos. His Masters, the sole reason he was created, he thinks. Rannock looks like a phaorah (though we only know what Red has told us, and his recollections may not be accurate), skinny, with long limbs furred in a silken-beige. Blue and black markings swirl around his eyes and paws, and a golden headpiece rests upon his head. Red has also reported that he sports a beard, a black one streaked through with purest white. Kine takes the form mof a dragon-like hellbeast. He is the one who beats Red, the rough punisher, the military-like enforcement that forces him to do what he does. Large horns sprout from his head, his snout, his shoulder blades, his spine, everywhere. Eko is the next Master. He takes the form of a black wolf with 7 skunk-like tails, reminiscent of his own in shape and color. Eko is Red's "father" as he calls him; you'll hear him shrieking, "FATHER! Father! THEY'RE COMING, THEY'RE COMING!" or something similar, on any given night. Of Telos we know little, except that he is the leader of Red's rulers, the ultimate king, the president, the sun of his solar system. Red talks of him with wonder in his voice and awe visible in his gaze.

Red talks in the third person, and he has terrible grammar. A good sentence for him would be: "Red's hungry, Red's hungrrry, RED EATS YOU!" His speech has a strange accent to it. He has trouble forming normal sentences, stringing together words the way he wants them to. So he sticks to quick things, a noun and a verb to describe what he desires. "Red EAT!" or "Red KILLS!" are common recurrences in his speech, expressing simply and concisely what he wants.

Contrary to popular belief, Red isn't too violent. Well sure, he's short-tempered, and empty of empathy, and cruel, and sadistic, but... That doesn't mean he's violent.

He'll threaten death and attack sure, but he'll only really attack when the Masters order him to do so, and even then he prefers to torture, to drain your last speck of hope than to kill or permanently injure.

On some days he's more manageable, calmer, more logical, sometimes even holding the ability to have an intelligent conversation with someone, though his view on the world is simple. He lacks feelings and emotions, instead looking at the world in black-and-white. He has simple desires and pains, with simple responses and answers to those desires and pains. He does not worry, no, and this could be considered a good point of the beast.

But on his worse days, the demon is terrible. These are the times when the Masters demand much of him, and he fulfills their wishes, ripping up the ground and tearing trees out of the ground in his rage. Anyone to go to near him will end up with a face full of black claws.

It's possible to sympathize for the beast - he only wants to please, to serve, but he does so in unpleasant ways. If only he could understand and connect to others, maybe he could function in society. Maybe if the Masters were to vanish, he could perform well as a guard dog of sorts.

And it's a sad thing that such a terrible monster was blessed with powers that could be put to good use. His size is one thing to consider - while on his good days, he's as huge as a person, perhaps, but during his bad times, he can easily blow up to the size of a tank. And this is only the beginning of his unusual abilities. His tails exist not only to impress and flail, but on certain occasions, a flame can jump from the tip of each tail. This he has no control over, though - like his size jumps, it can happen at any time, in any place, making him a constant danger. You never know when his tail may ignite just when it passes under a branch, causing a mighty forest fire to rip throughout a section of woodlands. He is also resistant to the venom of most creatures. And last but not least, with his glowing yellow-green eyes he can see during nighttime just as well as he can during the day, if not better. This comes in handy when the Masters call upon him during the night.

His diet? No ones quite sure, as he feeds during times no one dares approach him. There are rumors he feasts upon humans, though that theory has been proven incorrect, as he honors humans like gods. Chances are whatever's near him - typically a variety of woodland wildlife = are what fills his stomach,
Likes: Red has a love of the scent of blood; to him it is the sweetest perfume. He'll scratch open whatever scabs he receives, simply to sniff with his blunt black nose and lick away the crimson liquid with his long serpent-like tongue. He also loves his Masters, his father especially. Any thought of any of his Masters will bring a pleasant smile to his face, especially when they call to him, demanding he perform such task that will prove such excellence, Red will be able to eat FIVE days in a row! Oh, the joy.

The demon also has a deep love of snakes. The serpents will often be found wrapped around his large, bristle-covered back. Lucky for him, their venom does not affect him much, or he'd be out of this life fast.

And darkness. Red loves darkness. Everything about it is inviting and friendly to him; the way it falls in thick curtains as the sun sets, or the way he can still see, while others are impaired. The nighttime is his favorite time, and if he's lucky his tails, the wonderfully useful things, will light up so EVERYONE can see him! Delightful, isn't it?

Dislikes: Red has a hatred of water. No one's quite sure, though they think that it may be caused by something that happened in his childhood. No matter, whenever anyone splashes the tiny bit on his fiery fur, he'll end up screeching on the ground, convulsing horridly. It's not a pretty sight.

He despises the feeling of hunger, that empty feeling in his stomach. Not eating frequently enough will end up with him going on one of his rampages, though if the Masters TOLD him to starve himself, he'll act perfectly normal. Or... normal for him, anyway. And the Masters tell him to starve himself quite often, hence his unusually skinny body structure.

He also hates both kangaroos and penguins, though it's more of a fear than a hatred. No one's sure why, along with the water fear. It's a crazy and irrational fear, one that will only show up when he's exposed to either kangaroos or penguins. He'll explode in screeches, clawing at the trigger with crazy ferocity.

Once more, no one's quite sure.
Background The creation of the beast is shrouded in mystery. His first appearance was at the age of a year old, we think, though he may have been much older. Fromw hat we know, he always had an owner of some sort. Most of them abused him heavily, resulting in the scars that litter his body beneath the thick pelt of fur. This may have resulted in his Masters. With the loss of a REAL owner, a real abuser, he made up his own in order to keep him sane. The black dots beneath his eyes are not markings, but tattoos, so we know that he must have received them from a human at some point in time. He claims them to be the mark of his Masters.

I just read the whole thing. It's amazing. <33333
Well, there goes my chance, though you really deserve him. =3