Symphony Character Adoption Agency - CD + OPEN! :)

[charmanerd]

A lot of people are actually.trying.for.poptart.right.now.^^'
I.love.when.my.spacebar.spontaneously.breaks....

[d.zee]

Above art by cedaar the mutt (un-shaded version)
X- Art by Bentley
X- Art by Demzee
X- Art by SuparrNova
X- Art by SuparrNova

Username: Demzee
Name: Rowan
Gender: Male
Breed/Species: Plantadog
Preferences and Requirements for adoption:
-No species or design changes.
-Use him/her and have fun!
-May not be fursona or related to fursona.
Today's Date: 8/20/2014
Lineart Link, design credits, etc.: Design by SuparrNova.
iwritesinsnottragedies

[kyte]

Pulling out. c:

[booklover789]

Username:
booklover789

Kennel Number:
281

Donated and Designed by:
Frost Feather

Why do You Want Her?
I saw her in the kennels back in November of 2013, when I adopted Bandele Kirabo from this agency. Every single time I scroll past the HUNDREDS of kennels here, I see her, staring out longingly from the screen. I've always considered her as a great character with an original design, and always saw her as beautiful and composed...calm and graceful, but able to hold her own if attacked - the perfect balance between the emotional extremes. And yet, every single time, other characters called to me more than her, so I would go after them, and push her to the bottom of my list. FINALLY, after all this time of seeing her in the kennels, I have decided to try out for her.

What Will You Use Her For?
I will be using her as a character, and will put her on my Weebly account (which is still a MAJOR WIP, and I won't be able to do much with it since my computer is acting up at the moment, so I won't be posting a link to it here just yet) and will write stories about her. Since her design is slightly-complex, I'll try to order art of her if I can't color it in or draw it myself.

Comments After Looking at Her Design:

When I first looked at her, I thought her markings were Asian in origin - like, Japanese or Chinese symbols. Upon closer inspection, I realized they were just shapes...but every time I look at her, I'm still reminded of my initial thought processes, so I think of Japanese and Chinese writing.

You know, she looks sort of like a Dalek - her color scheme, I mean. It's odd how I never even realized that she looked similar to those villains back in 2013, as I was watching Doctor Who then...

well, she's quite an interesting character, for some reason she reminds me of my childhood. that's all that i can relate those bright colors to, because i used to use them for everything possible.

She kind of reminds me of a wizard with ancient runes and spells kind of thing. The green and blue designs make me think of magical spell runes that one would write or make to do a spell!

She reminds me of a computer with coffee spilt over it. Her base colour is like the coffee, and the makings are like little glitchy symbols from the electricity.

The character is beautiful. The natural colors with the markings in the brighter neons makes it stand out. To me, it reminds me of Aztec designs. That, or math problems. x3

The first thing that popped into my mind when I saw this character was math. Yup, math. I'm not sure why exactly. I think it might be to do with all the squares and triangles floating around. It probably seems like an odd comment to make but there it is. It looks very similar to the objects and shapes used with things like Pythagoras' theorem. The second thing that came to mind was an old memory of preschool, all the squares and triangles remind me of the building blocks I used to always play with when I was little.

I think she has a sort of tribal look about her. The bright markings make it look as though she's wearing war paint of some sort, or she's some important figure, like a leader or shaman or something.

This might seem weird but the first thing that popped into my head was some kind of futuristic Japanese Kaiju movie. Those bright markings really gave me a sci-fi vibe.

The neon colors on top of the brown palette really pops, and draws your attention to them. It makes me wonder the history of the markings. Are they just natural birthmarks? Or did they 'grow' on in his life?

To me, this character sort of looks tribal. Or Aztec maybe. He/she has those funny symbols drawn all over their body, and it looks very exotic, so perhaps that's why they remind me of some sort of tribe/ ancient culture.

The character design itself reminds me of a Ouija board - a board that is marketed to be used for communication with spirits, ghosts, etc. I'm not sure why; maybe it's the strange markings, especially on the hip. The shoulder markings, on the contrary, remind me of a game of tic-tac-toe. I guess that's a sort of scary combination. O.o

The reason I asked people for comments is for a new idea I had for this form. From their initial reactions to Damara's design, I shall create a back-story using bits and parts of their comments, or taking their initial comments and tweaking them to suit the story.






Lines by AtomicMilkshake. Design by Frost Feather.

Lines by Neara. Coloring by Ardra.

Hex Codes:
Base - #977f67 #4e3821 #fefefe
Blue Accents - #1591e7
Green Accents - #28f600
Left Eye - #07fd80
Right Eye - #7efebe
Nose - #1a1a1a
Tongue - #f6e3f6
Claws and Paw Pads - #fdf9f8


Name:
Damara

Name Meaning and Origin:
"Gentle" - Greek

Nicknames:
Frost
Feather
Frost Feather
Gentle Breeze
Miyu
Dama
Damar

Gender:
Female

Species and/or Specific Breed:
Mixed Breed
(Mother was a Maned Wolf, Father was an Eastern Coyote.)

Birthday, Birthstone, and Zodiac Sign:
March 14 - Aquamarine and Bloodstone - Pisces -

Who in this world of ours their eyes
In March first open shall be wise,
In days of peril firm and brave,
And wear a bloodstone to their grave.
~ Wikpedia

Theme Song:
For Good

Favorites
Colors - Brown, Blue, and Green
Day - Monday
Month - December
Season - Winter
Weather - Snowy - but not like a blizzard
Holiday - Christmas
Fish - Ambassidae, Amphiprioninae, and Atka mackerel
Reptiles - Paroedura lohatsara, Gekko vittatus, Cyrtodactylus deccanensis, and Lygodactylus williamsi.
Mammals - Tan Rabbit, Argente Rabbit, and Blanc de Hotot Rabbit
Bird - Faroese Puffin
Plant - Banana Plant
Type of Eater - Omnivore (eats both meat and veggies, though she sticks to the veggies side more than the meat side)
Meal - Dessert
Food - Bananas Foster
Drink - Water
TV Show - My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
TV Show Actor - John DeLancie
TV Show Actresses - Ashleigh Ball, Tara Strong, and Andrea Libman
Movie - Anastasia and Quest for Camelot
Movie Actress - Meg Ryan
Movie Actor - Cary Elwes
Songs - Come Little Children, 春に一番近い街, Shoddy Utopia Policy, Sing a Song - Vocaloids, Sakura-Colored Time Capsule, and I Just Want to Celebrate.
Wristbands - Eagle, Break Bread, Fresh 2, Tide, Bright Idea, Challenger, and Nightlight

NOTE: Zox do not belong to me - if you purchase one, I'd appreciate it if you'd help me in my future with the company of Zox by putting my username (which is Trekkie66) into the referral box when purchasing your Zox.




Personality:
WIP

Quiet, Submissive

Shy

Calm

Doesn't like to stir up trouble

Is content with staying in one place

Loves looking after kits

Is compassionate

Doesn't like being objectified


Beautiful




History/Background:
WIP



Extra Art:

By wesleydog.

thisain'tasceneit'sanarmsrace

[claypigeon]

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Username: Hello I'm The hide behind <3 I have been looking for quite some time, a funny little cute character that can be very fun to roleplay and take care of, never once have a seen anything like this cutie! Enjoy my form i put together, and the art i will make uwu
Kennel Number: 2
Use: I will probably use this adorable little porcupine bird to lighten up my day, i find that when you draw something super cute or something unique you always feel more happy <3 i will rolepay him for amusement, since the character i am turning him into shall be very very fun! I will probably make a character page, where i can work on writing by making lots of mini stories about him <3
Name: I've always wanted to have a bird named Quincy, he fits the name well!
Gender: Quincy is a male, however he doesn't really act like any gender
Species and/or specific breed: Quincy is a lovely porcupine bird, theres not really a lot of them.
Personality: Quincy is a cheerful little bird that hops around, clanging spoons and doing cute weird little things. he's not exactly 100 % sane but is quite intelligent, even if he doesn't speak anything but the weak little squawk that sounds like "spoon". he can't really get annoyed, being so annoying himself and never gets angry unless you call him "mutation" or "stupid bird".
History/Background: Nobody knows that, since he doesn't speak he can't tell anyone but people know enough that he was in a lab, a porcupine and bird finally breeded making him. And they do know he spent most of his time in new york, being fed like a pigeon. other than that he's just a travelling chubby bird that loves anyone who feeds him. clanging his spoon like a little idiot.
Art: Making art tonight before the code drop ;D
Fun facts:
- Hates forks
- loves music
- can fly up to 15 feet for about 3 hours before having to land.
- cannot control spike feathers

[claypigeon]

Username: The hide behind
Name: Spilt chocolate (can be changed..)
Gender: Female
Breed/Species: Pony
Preferences and Requirements for adoption: I really don't care
Today's Date: 22nd august 2014
Lineart Link, design credits, etc.: Lineart by ifoopets, design by Firra Coralavus
iwritesinsnottragedies

[♥LoveIsForever♥]

♥

● υѕєяиαмє ; My username is ♥LoveIsForever♥, but if you'd like you can also call me Love, Heart, or anything else that goes along with my username. Oh, and I also don't mind it if you call me by my name, Mary.

● кєииєℓ иυмвєя ; Number fifty-five (55)

● υѕє ; I will be using this wolf as a character. She will be in many drawings that I'll make, a story with a bunch of my other characters, maybe some little stories about herself, and I'm not too sure what else, but I'll figure it out in the near future.

● иαмє ; I chose the name Isla. I don't know why, but when I glanced at this wolf that was the first name that popped up into my head.

● σяιgιи σf тнє иαмє ; Isla is a modern Scottish name derived from the pronunciation of Islay, which is the name of a Scottish island.

● gєи∂єя ; Female (♀)

● ѕρє¢ιєѕ αи∂/σя ѕρє¢ιfι¢ вяєє∂ ; Isla is a wolf, and to be more specific I believe she is a grey wolf, but I am not too sure.

● ρєяѕσиαℓιту ;

● нιѕтσяу/вα¢кgяσυи∂ ;

● ℓιкєѕ ;

● ∂ιѕℓιкєѕ ;

● αят ;

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WIP

[sheepuns]

Gorgeous donations!

As for the code drop date... probably 2-4 weeks from now, since things really just got started. Probably somewhere closer to 3 weeks?

Agreed! The new donations are so good I already have to be weeding out which ones I'll try for!

And Wesley, do you have a definite date for this round yet?

[Clytie]

WIP

Username:
Clytie (my cats name)
Kennel Number:
20
Use:
I don't know specifically yet. I will defiantly try to get art done of him, and I'm seeing a new siggy design in my future if I get him. Maybe I'll try to role-play with him, I've never really been good at roleplaying. Either way, I'm gonna give him as much love as possible.
Name:
Toxic Midnight (Midnight for short, name explained in the story)
Gender:
male
Species and/or specific breed:
wolf
Personality:
Solitary, a loner, a hunter, not exactly a humorous wolf, strong, graceful, thoughtful, protective, quiet.
History/Background:
It's the winter solstice festival that my parents throw every year, my family and friends come from the far reaches of Canada all the way to northern America to come to this party.
The evening before the holiday "bash" my parents organize me, and all of my fifteen brothers and sisters, plus seven spouses and nine nieces and nephews, my mothers parents, my fathers father, two aunts, one uncle (the rest arrive tomorrow), their spouses, four cousins, my father's two best friends, their wives and both of their children (only three), my mother's twelve best friends (as she puts it: "I'm easier to be around then your father"), once again their spouses, and this time there are twenty-one children, eight neighbors, and one mysterious fourth cousin twice removed, who sleeps, I'm positive, for 95% of his life, and only awakes for food. And remember, this is only the setting up of the party, tomorrow, ay least five hundred wolves will come with their family and most of them stay with us.
Now how do we live with all of them and still have plenty of room, you may ask. Alright, quick history lessen, my family is one of the oldest recorded families to move to this area (Dark forest, more about that later) and my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather was scouting out land when he tripped on a stick, and fell (conveniently) into our beloved home. What it really is is a huge catacomb of over ten old rabbit warrens, abandoned long ago, and we have been widening the tunnels side my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather magically landed in our now entry hall.
Well back to the present, from the youngest pup, to the oldest old wolf, we sweep and clean, straighten and throw out unwanted things. An old magical song that’s been passed down in this family is a song that lures fireflies to the singer. My father sits and howls, and our youngest participants take jam jars and run around jailing the fireflies in the jars, they then run to an adult to help them hang the jars from the ceiling.

Two of my cousins go through all the room stacking dry wood from last winter into the fireplaces with extra hemlock for kindling. My job is (with my cousin Annalise who’s two days apart from me) to go out and hunt. Maybe it’s not the most pleasant job, but I like it, I have always been outdoorsy, and running, and feeling the wind through my fur and the thrill of the chase, I love. Annalise and I make a good team silent and fast. We don’t talk much, but instead just let our feeling of companionship say all that’s needed. We have been very close for as long as I can remember, she is by far one of my favorite wolves. Most of my family leaves us alone, especially when we are together, as I mentioned before we don’t talk much, and we love to hunt together.
We feed most the family most of the time, although my mother loves to cook, so we really just supply the food. Honestly we are the only family that stills hunts for their meat, now we have butchers that are wolves who farm animals and kill them themselves and then other wolves can trade for the meat, all ready carved and divided into different types of meat, but my family decided to make use of our love of hunting, and some nights we have the forest to ourselves, especially in the winter, and this is one of the highlights of my life.
So tonight my mothers meat preference is four white rabbits, six elk, two jackrabbits, eight wild turkeys, and twenty-four sparrows to incorporate into her special dishes. Only some of her dishes have meat in them recently vegetarian dishes have become more popular, don’t ask me why, there are even some wolves who believes in hunted animal rights (weird, I know). But anyway, back to the hunt.
It has snowed recently and the frost crunches beneath my feet, Annalise is beside me and we don’t touch, but we’re close enough to share each other’s warmth. Suddenly I have an idea and I pick up my pace to a swift trot, pricking my ears, Annalise looks at me but does not question my sudden change in attitude, and just follows.
After about fifteen minutes we emerge out on an cliff, below us is the plateau we were headed to hunt the elk, in the distance are the faint outlines of mountains, but its above that takes my breath away. The sky is clear as I’ve ever seen it, and each star shines piercingly as if judgmental of the earth, toward the mountains is the moon, it is suspended in the sky, as if some invisible thread should hang it from the heavens above. The moon is of course full and bright, white. The wind picks up and ruffles our fur cold but refreshing. I love this place, home is a relative term to safety and security that’s used loosely by most, but to me home is this, it’s bright and dark, cold and fresh, with warmth as a precious gift that’s given no more then needed, but just enough to be sought after and not found. My home is the quiet and sounds of the forgotten. My home is the dreams that dance just out of your reach. My home is open space and emptiness and every thing that fills them. This is my home. Forever and always.

So today is the party, it’s going well. Not that I would know that is, I avoid everybody as much as possible, if I need to get from one place to another, then I slink by in the shadows. But I’m mostly just following my mother, she is one of the family favorites, and always has a group of goggled-eyed guest trailing her wherever she goes, amazed at her stories. And most of all, the one she tells….
Every.
Single.
Time.
Oh, And did I mention, it, the story, is (of course) about me. The one person here who does there best to avoid contact with anybody, and every year she insists. Every Year. And this year will be no exception, she is just now settling down on the couch (and so are most of guests). And so it begins….
“My darling Midnight, was born one night mid winter, a ball of fur and joy….
That is not how I was and she knows it, but for her, what others think of her is more important then the truth.
A few painful minutes later….
“….And it was on this fateful night that Midnight ventured too far out into the wilderness and a star hit him, it fell out of the sky, and it’s dust sprinkled his pelt permanently.”
Without meaning to, I feel my hackles rise, and my lips pull back, the family turns to look at me. They all stare at my glowing markings, reverence is in their gaze, and also….fear. I can’t stand it, I turn tail and run outside, I hear my parents call my name, but I don’t stop. That is until I stumble into the one place that could tug more heartstrings then I ever thought possible. This is the clearing (I’m sure of it). That is, the clearing where we buried my uncle. All right you deserve a story, let me backtrack, to the day I did come into this world, a bundle of joy? I think not!

The beginning of my life was uneventful, I was silent, and hardly ever spoke, not much of a difference from now. Not like some of the little hellions I know, just cold. But what my mom is hiding is the thing I saw when I followed my Uncle out one night. He noticed when he was halfway there, but instead he waited for me, and then continued. That’s on of the reasons I loved him, no sugarcoating, you were always old enough to understand the struggles in life. We finally emerged out on the plateau (the one we were at earlier) and trotted across until we were at the base of the mountains. We started to climb, I was short, still young, and he lifted me most of the way. When we reached our destination, it was a rocky out clip, that overlooked, structures I had only ever could have imagined. The structures of stories. The structures of humans. And they were destroying each other. Bright flashes of light illuminated the sky, and building would blow out ward. I could see no sign of teams. Bangs hurt my ears, and everywhere here where the animals of my dreams falling, and spilling there life everyway, staining both crumbled walls and my memories. I shook my head and tried to back away, but my uncle held me there. So I had no choice but to stand there and watch what was a legend in my species, kill each other. So I listened to my Uncle, I did not close my eyes, but stood and watched, watched when cries an pleas were abruptly cut off, watched when a building with beautiful paintings on it, caved in leaving nothing but derbies and dust. I watched when, an actual star fell out of the sky, out of nowhere, and hit the ground, and then I remember white everywhere, and the ground rushing up to meet my face, and the darkness fringing my vision before it took it over completely.

I awoke to my ncles face peering down st me.
Alright?
Yes.
Silence.
Are they all gone?
Her looked at me.
Yes. I’m sorry midnight.
I lay back down. My eyes nose and paw pads burned, there was a puddle near by and I went to for a drink of water to see if it would cure my burning throat. I yelped and jumped back, there was a creature into eh water that had stared by at me. But no, I chided my self, that is impossible. So I returned and peered over. Low and behold there it was a face. It was the face of a monster, its eyes and nose glowed, green and toxic. And it was my face
I turned to look at my uncle.
W-w-wh-what h-h-happ-p-end?
A bomb.
I didn’t know what that was.
I’m sorry, it seems to be permanent. It must have burned you. You were to young.
At this I bristled, but instead I said?
Permanent?
He could see my dismay.
From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says, I survived. (unknown)
I looked at him and realized life is not about living longest, or having the biggest family, it’s about the experience and the respect you gain from them.
So from when I was a young pup, to now I raise my head high, and never forget that day.

Annaleise finds me.
Oh Toxic.
And we sit together to watch the sun rise.

So in the end what have learned from my past life experiences?
I learned that hunting on the night before the winter solstice is beautiful.
I learned that my home is here.
I learned that nothing is perfect, and although my family may be flawed, they are flawed no more then I am, and nothing should ever come between us.
I learned that to raise my head is an important rule in life.
I learned that talking is not necessary.
And that forgiveness is crucial, forgive and forget, move on, love thrives on forgiveness, and we thrive on love.

Likes:
Cold
Night
Night sky
Fireflies
Hunting
Stories
Likes wolves acceptive of the truth
Annalise
Meat
Home
November
Friday
Running
Elk
Dark Blue
Green
White
Fires (as long as they're controlled)

Dislikes:
Summer
Rain
Herbal Tea
Mud
Talking
Wolves who engage him on talk
Loud noises
Flashes
Fuchsia
Early Mornings
Family get togethers
Staring
Thursday
Vegetables
Animal Rights Activists
Butchers
March
Swimming

thisain'tasceneit'sanarmsrace
I don't know what this is, but I guess I'll keep it.

[Wesley]

What date would be an ideal code drop for you all? c: