Symphony Character Adoption Agency - CD + OPEN! :)

[king_bear]

darn Dx
too late to finish my forms now... well, suppose next round, next chance.

[Wesley]

New round is open! uvu
Congrats guys <3

[toady]

❝ H E L L O____M O T H E R____N A T U R E ❞

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Username: mayo.
Kennel Number: 50
Use: as a main character
- About the character -
Name: nature
Gender: female
Species and/or specific breed: cat
Personality:
History/Background:
- Other information -
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]:
mademyday

[kathwren]

Username: Auxi
Name: Mia
Gender: Female
Breed/Species: Canine
Preferences and Requirements for adoption:
• You may add accessories
• You may change name and gender
• You may change the design WITH MY EXPRESS PERMISSION
• Not to be resold or given away
• Don't let him/her rot
• Not a fursona or fursonas mate
• Take care of the design!
Lineart Link, design credits, etc.: Design by me (Auxi) lines by unknown.
She has a piece of art from festiy @ da but I can't find it so it's lost xD
unu

I hope it's okay if I post this c:
I've been looking for this thread forever. I used to be breeze/cerulean.

[ojoku]

{ Thank you so much for Ragal, Wes ^^ I'll definitely apply for another character this round, once city clean up finishes mostly. I've got my eyes on Apocalypse }

Username: BoardToTheEnd
Kennel Number: Kennel #300 caught my eye this round.
Use: From the second I saw this guy's donation form, I'd began thinking about what I could do with him. The idea of animation came up. I've been wanting to do one for a really long time, but I could never come up with a good plot. One night I was having a dream. Silly as it sounds, this character was there. It was me, him and one of my best friends. We were completely silent, but I knew what was going on. When I woke up, I went right to work in remembering everything I could. I couldn't think of too much, but I came up with enough to work out a basic form-mostly the history. Last night, the night of the twenty-fourth, I had another dream. This one was much more clear and showed the cave Haxx is living in. I was jolted awake and I knew I had to make a good, quality form that included that. To do so, I got rid of much of what I'd wrote and completely re-envisioned him. I guess I'm saying this guy, like many others, has followed me to my dreams and captured my heart enough for me to spend hours working on his history and personality.
In addition to that, I'm working on my art. Ragal has been so much fun to experiment with; seeing how the armor would reflect light versus the way his fur would. I've never had a masked character. When Broken came last code drop, I almost applied for him. I loved his design, but I didn't hear that mental click that always gives me the right-of-way to go for the adoption. I think it'd be a lot of fun to experiment with him in just doing artwork. Not much of it will be posted until I feel it's good enough and I'm comfortable with people seeing it, but I want to work on my canines/animals.
I know this was probably an annoyingly long explanation of what I would do with him, but I really do love him. He's got amazing colors and a really interesting anatomy I would love experimenting with. I've ordered art of him because I love seeing him. If I don't win, I'd like whoever does to receive the artwork so long as they continue to credit the artists. Thanks for this amazing opportunity.

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“This reality is really just a screwed up dream.”

My name is Haxx. I was named by my mother and I'm pretty sure there's no reason behind it. It doesn't matter to me, though, since I don't have anybody that would call me Haxx or question the name. I'm a loner here.
I'm a man, meaning my gender is male. I never had a male role model so I don't know whether or not I act like one. Sometimes I think I act a bit too feminine for my true gender, feeling bad for the young of the cave group... I don't mind it too much.
Species is a subject I haven't thought about in awhile. I'm a wolf, but I've changed a lot in the time I've been away from my family. My legs are longer than normal and my colors are quite strange. I'm not entirely sure what I am. I guess no one really does now.
I'm somewhere around the young age of one and a half years. The only thing I have to base this on is that I came here when I was a year and a quarter. In this short time, I feel I've messed up a lot. I can change all that though. I'll prove I can be noble somehow.
Allergies of mine are quite plentiful, but this mask has done wonders for me. I used to be allergic to the chemicals they threw down the spelunking holes. This mask lets me go closer to it without any ill effects. While I still can't eat the rotten meat they throw down here, I can be hit with it or touch it and it doesn't matter. I guess the smell was effecting my lungs, but now it can't get there.


There was a time, a changing, where I shifted. The wolf that used to be protecting his family with his life was running away from them, not caring they might die. If I could, I would say sorry a million times and then go back to bring them with me. It'd be so much better with a pack here, my sisters and my mother. I don't know why I left them. It was like something else took over my body and boom, I was gone. At time the time it seemed like a great idea, but wouldn't it have been even better with them? Why survive when it leads you to be alone? I would rather die by their side then live on. At this point, I hope they're still rooting for me to live. Maybe they're still alive too. As soon as the apocalypse ends, I'm going to find them. I will have a family again and I'll never leave their side. Back then, things were good. I want things to be in the future too.
My old personality was a happy, enjoyable one. I had that wonderful family of mine that I would fight for. Sometimes our little territory, which was hardly larger than the den itself, would be stolen from. It was clear it was ours and they had no right to take it. When that happened, I would tell the girls to watch for anything before heading out to look for the thieves. Life was more of a game then. If I managed to find them, I would distract them so I could steal back the food. Sometimes it was a two wolf job, one distracting and the other stealing. Maybe it'd even take both of us to lift it up and carry it back. I was willing to do anything to take care of my loved ones, even going so far as to heading into the smaller city area near them to look for the animals there. Since no pack would live there, everything was free for the picking. Those yards with fences around them sometimes had dogs that thought they owned to whole city. They would demand we not hunt on their grounds or in their city, and some would show off by catching a fake animal. The fake animals squeaked, which was incredibly annoying. They never ate from them, they just chewed. That's how I know they were fake. Other dogs would beg me for a bite of meat. Sometimes, I would grant them a small nibble from it. When we needed it most, I kept it all for my family. They said it meant I was caring. Whoever needed the food received it, then came those who wanted it. Nobody just wants food anymore, everybody needs it. Any time I run into another creature, they're skinny and their frame is so unrecognizable it's hard to tell what they were originally. A lot of them seem to fear me, always fleeing when they catch sight of me. It's probably because of how tall I am and that I have a mask to cover my face. Whenever something's bigger than me, I'm fearful too. There's almost no way to befriend anybody here because everybody is afraid of each other. I never used to be scared. The girls would call me brave, fighting with any animal that threatened us or them. Humans were the only limit, as they often had things to shoot at us. I lead them to a hiding spot during those times. Towards the end of my staying there, my mother was growing ill. It was hard to transport her to the safe spot, so I carried her on my back to a new home. Inside town, in an alley, we were safer from wolves and generally threats. It was an abandoned part of town, a tree falling inside a building to smash it open. We found a way in there and stayed in that old house. Hunting was hard and I would be gone for hours with one of my sisters just to bring home a couple of scrawny mice. A rabbit was the best we could find, as we would never kill a cat or another canine. The mice we retrieved would first be put to feeding mom, then which ever sister hunted. Then the other sister would feed. If there was any left, I would get that. I ate last because I was biggest, healthiest and I had insisted it. There was a large area where humans threw disgusting things in outside the house, in our original home of the alley. Things would spill from it sometimes and we would get the chance to eat that. Just like everything else, it was revolting both in smell and sight. It was a lifesaver, though, and we were able to make it taste good by pretending it was. Maybe the only reason we could even choke it down was because we were starved. Closing our eyes and taking a breath, me and my siblings ate from it. We didn't give any to our mother, well aware it could make her or even one of us sicker. The girls weren't doing very well, I usually was the one to eat the trash food. When I left, I was probably thinking the sick wouldn't make it through the apocalypse. Now that I look back, I wonder if it helped them. They were already feeling the radioactivity's effects, kind of like me. I didn't think before doing things. If I'd just thought it out, I would be with them, whether dead or alive.
As a young guy, you like different things. I always dreamed about having a family, as I loved my own. Having pups and a mate was incredibly appealing to me... I wonder if I would have stayed with them. Aside from being a family guy I always loved the outdoors. It wasn't dark like the insides of dens and abandoned homes. You could see far away, not having to worry about threats coming up in the shadows. Plus I liked feeling the sun shining down on my back and warming my skin. It was a great feeling, especially shared with my sisters and mother. My favorite food was bird. Doves, if we're getting to specifics. Human food had just never caught my eye. It often had a strange smell and was hot. Not warm like prey, but actually hot, as though it'd been left out in the sun for a long time. They were strangely shaped as well. We had our territory and I just happened to love getting out to hunt. The feeling of adrenaline rushing through my veins still gets me pumped. I liked being funny too and having a good time. Life was too be enjoyed, I thought. It shouldn't be a pain to keep living. Waking up everyday, I would be excited for the day's activities. That's not how I am anymore.
The same goes for disliking things as well. I was never afraid of things, at least not that I would ever admit to, but I didn't like the idea of ending up alone. I didn't like small, dark or cramped places either. I've had to face those things in living here... it's like my biggest nightmare come to life. At first, my only reasoning to stay alive was because I wanted to show the world I could beat it at it's sick games. Now, it's turned into a lot more. Anyhow, I didn't like other things. I wasn't too much a fan of rain because I don't like feeling wet. I'd always had quite long and thick fur, but it would always hang off me if I got too wet. While it was busy repelling water most the time, it would get wet enough that sometimes it would weigh me down. I hated that feeling. Another thing I didn't really like was being serious. Always taking things like it was the end of the world becomes a drag. You have to live a little, make life a game. That's one of the few things that's ceased to change... yet at least.


Just like everyone and everything else, I was changing. My own transformation came quicker, before the apocalypse even happened, but that's alright. The rest of the world followed after me, transforming in a new way. Some of the things here only changed on the outside, staying as hardy on the inside as before. A select few were the opposite, but once you start going insane, you often start looking the part. Most of those living underwent excessive changes. Your demeanor can change, your outlook on life is shifted and you start looking really rough at some point. I have to say I'm lucky to still be able to collect my thoughts and just think. This entire time of just thinking and looking back has reassured me I still hold on to some of my old self, even if just in the smallest of ways. Maybe a name really does matter. It lets you remember who you are. Change is hard and at times bittersweet, but overall, I'm glad to say I've changed.
In the beginning, my outlook on the apocalypse was that I needed to survive. I was going to show this world I could beat it down. At this point, I decided I'm going to live to someday have a family. I want to be kind, compassionate, family-oriented.... I want to be a good wolf to be around. My days of being a jokester and toying with others might not quite be over, but I'm only doing it to try to keep myself in the game. If everything goes right, I'll go back to being happy. Right now, I'm... sad. Well I guess sad's not really the word I'm thinking of. Regretful may suit the ticket a bit better. I don't have much to do down where I live, so I think a lot. I'll lie on the ground among the muck and just let my mind wander, like I'm doing now. Usually I don't think about anything much, but lately I've been running things through my head. Scenarios, if you will. I replay events that I've already done and have them end different. Everybody's thought "I could have done that differently" or "I should have said something else", but usually that's the end of that thought and it dies off in a few weeks. I guess I just started thinking about what would have happened if I'd, say, stayed with my girls. There's a chance I could have been separated from them anyways, or I would have been killed first. Those options would both be painful for them.They would hurt me too, but I'm focusing on their feelings. I think about things like that, the things that make my leaving sound at least slightly justified, after I've been thinking about how horrible I am. They might have starved or went crazy because I wasn't there to aid them. I could have just dragged them alone, or stayed around with them. That's the main source of my remorse. I suppose I'm also a rather determined figure. I have to make it out of this horror. If my family really has died, I'm living for four; me, my mom, and my two sisters. If they haven't, I'm off to find them as soon as I can. Even if I don't find them, I'll find some family. I'll find someone to care for and I won't abandon them. I can't right my wrong, but I can try to help somebody. Maybe I can save them. That's really all I can say about my personality, as I can't say I act a certain way towards others that I meet. I'm like everybody else. That means I try to avoid contact unless it's required, whether for food or for my life. I don't go outside much and I miss the sun. The smog hanging in the air keeps any good amount of light from reaching me. I can't think of anything else.
Appearances naturally change over time, but I've never experienced something so dramatic as this. My fur used to be fluffy and bouncy, a light silver color. In the sunlight, I was told I shone. I know it's probably strange, but I don't know what color my eyes were. it was possible for bits of my white coat to fall off, especially while I was shedding, but I never got a chance to see my own eyes... that's normal I would guess. Just as any wolf, my legs were fairly long and I had a slender body. My build was like my family's which was pretty much normal. At some point along the line, I started growing again. My legs got longer so I could run faster, jump higher and farther, dig easier and fight just a bit easier. I liked being able to flee quickly, and if that didn't work I could strike from a decent distance away. It didn't boost my chances much, but it made me feel a lot stronger. I might have been getting skinnier, but I thought that might be good. If I smelled something beneath the ground I could started searching for it. Plants and small animals sometimes hid from the scary world under the surface, providing me with a wonderful and much needed meal. Jumping was one of the best things. No longer did I have to laboriously climb over every single thing in my way. I was still growing when this all began, and combined with my natural growing path, this adaptation was giving my the ability to jump over piles of debris rather than find a way around them as well as allowing me to put my foot higher if I needed a better hold. My pelt was adjusting to this new living too. It became a bit shorter to fight against the constant heat the clouds trapped us in. I'm not sure why it's coloration changed, but I have a feeling it has something to do with the chemicals. They were smelly and unpleasant. I hated them to an extreme. That's where my mask comes in. Survivors living with me had multiple different ones of different sizes. I learned quickly from them how to place the strap behind your head and where you mouth and eyes belonged. After moving the strap around several times, I managed to stuff my face in one. They were surprisingly flexible, and after a few weeks of wearing it I was feeling alright in it. My eyes appear to be glowing, but that's just from the mask. Whatever covers your eyes also allows them to glow fiercely when a light hits them. I learned that from my unknowing tenants. They would sit around a fire and every time the flame flickered, their eyes gave a menacing glow. My physical changes have actually been fairly cool and I can't say I'm ashamed of them. They're literal lifesavers.


A riot is what killed society .Maybe it killed even more than that. Families were killed or split up and nobody had a clear head. It was survival of the most insane and the frighteningly strong. Everyday there was a new subject for the people to fight over, and when they weren't fighting, crime was at it's highest. Gangs became the new normal. If you weren't a part of one of those rough groups, you were a no one. You deserved to die. This whole thing started in 2024 when the presidential elections came around, according to the campers in this cave. I'm not sure exactly what that means, but I believe it means two leaders going against each other. Then people like the survivors around here would say who they wanted to be their leader. Apparently, things were going horribly, especially after the assassination of both candidates. Nobody had a job, no one had money and everybody seemed to be taking to the streets. All they had were themselves because it seemed like everybody had different opinions. This really shattered people's lives. The anarchists took this opportunity to show everything that was wrong with government. Many people converted to be like them, but not everybody was as malicious as them. Everyone who wanted no government and no laws joined together, running around and setting fire, fighting and killing people. There were some people that didn't really want a ruler, but believed there should still be rules. I doubt they ever thought about who would enforce these rules since no one has any integrity any more. This partial anarchy group appeared just shortly after the more popular mob rule activists showed up. Instead of everybody running to the one large group that could possibly save them, there was an option. Either you could become one of the ruthless killers that forced everyone to join your group, or you could go to the more mellow group. The latter was a common option, but soon people began rejecting any help. Word was spreading that you had to accept their beliefs and many people were not willing to surrender their independence. Anger burned within them, especially those who often recruited, and despite the many attempts and warnings issued to keep the would-be harm-doers from hurting anyone, they found themselves falling into a world of pain. The chaos of the world was catching up with the once peaceful group. Many survivors began fearing what would happen if they joined either of the groups. Friends and family began clinging to each other, figuring there would be safety in numbers. Many people would use those they 'loved'. Whether they stole supplies or used them as a distraction while they ran from the group, few people really cared about others. Everyone wanted to live and nobody was willing to give themselves up for the good of the group. Other groups began popping up, though each one seemed meaner than the last. That was why we named them gangs. Some gangs are large and have many bases all around that associate themselves together. Most the time, you have to get a tattoo on your face or cut your hair a certain way so they know it's you. Some just choose a color for you to paint on your face or to wear. The smaller ones were usually located in one place with somewhat loose rules, if they had any. Times were lawless, as they are now. Animals are no longer killed for sport, as meat is considered quite important. This also means that any time a person saw a creature, they would kill it for food. Even if their stock was good, they would hoard it in a dark and smelly place. Sometimes other groups would come begging them for a trade. They would give nearly anything, including weapons. Some groups treasured numbers and in exchange for a young child they could easily manipulate, they would surrender quite a bit. Every group seems to have different morals. Some do share the same though, and it's most often one that means to live for yourself or the rest of your 'family' as they called themselves. Maybe they thought it would give you peace of mind or help you calm down if they used that label. Nobody's calm now, though. You can be a child that couldn't cause harm if you wanted and they'll still kill you. At least, the group I know of. They keep prisoners deep in the cave... I've got my own small system of holes running throughout it I was able to retreat to when they arrived. Spelunking holes, I think. Humans sure had strange hobbies, as I can hardly fit through some of the places they ventured. Still they come in handy for checking in on the other inhabitants. If the area is clear I make my escape and go outside to get some food. Then I return when the coast is again clear. It's a difficult task, though. One can't just walk up to the cave. They're a group of trap-happy survivors and it seems like everywhere you go there's something different you must avoid. There are wires and if you pull one a bell will ring or something heavy will fall to alert the people. A young member of their species once tripped a wire while looking for food. The bell went off and everyone rushed outside. I managed to get a close seat, though I wish I hadn't. A tall guy grabbed the little child and blind folded her before tying her hands and wrists. He pushed her to the ground and ripped some of her brown hair out of her head... it was very long and would have been pretty if not strung across the dirt. They held a gun to her, demanding to receive food or weapons. When she said she had nothing, they shot her without another word, dragging the body to their food storage. It was horrible watching them cook her like they did the fish and deer they often caught. Most the time, I wasn't able to stand it, forced to avert my eyes. Not only was the sight painful, but the stench was horrendous. I wonder if they ever question what they're doing... I know I've had a lot to ask myself. At this point, I think I've talked enough about the world around me... it's about time I talked about the creature that gives you his perspective.
I was always referred to as Haxx, but names don't matter much to me anymore. There's no one for me to talk to, so why should I have something so they can address me? When I'm referring to myself, I do use that label, though. I received it from my mother... my coloration and appearance as of now is strange to me, as she looked nothing like it. My legs are longer than hers ever were, that I can remember at least, and my tail is as well. I've got strange markings, like something is dripping down me. I can only imagine it's from the chemicals that sometimes leak into my home. The people like to use my living quarters as a dump, so it rather reeks. I know I could become sick from it, so I've taken one of their masks. It's not stealing, as it's their fault I'm driven that far. They should know what it's like to take things that didn't belong to them, what with all the killing they do. But I'm supposed to be talking about myself right now. It's been a long time since I really thought about my past. This might be good for me, a chance to remember when everything seemed to be working well. I was born somewhere around here in a local town. Admittedly, I was a mutt, so I didn't have an actual home. There were some kind neighborhood kids that would feed my family sometimes, though. It was just my mom and my siblings alongside myself. There were two of them, both females. I was quick to leave them when things began turning bad. I'm ashamed by it, truthfully. At a year and a quarter I was already leaving three girls that loved me and making my biggest regret. I don't know whether they're alive or not. Maybe it's just that I don't want to face the facts. They're most likely dead because their boy flaked out on them. I don't really want to think what might have happened, thought I find my head wants to torment me with it quite frequently. After I made my decision to leave, I didn't know where to go. I guess I was headed to the outskirts where there would be less people. It was a tiring journey that I remember pretty well.
I had just left them and I was walking down an alleyway. My young head hung slightly as I pushed myself onward. They wouldn't want me back after I called them stupid, weak and pathetic. I figured as far as they were concerned, I was dead. They were to me too. Then, at least. All the sudden there was a fire behind me, so I had to pick my pace up to a run. The once-short alley now seemed to go on forever before I finally bounded onto the streets. No longer was it quiet. The sun hanging high in the sky was the happy backdrop to a not-so-happy scene. Smoke was rising above crackling flames. There were screams of pain and anguish echoing off the tall buildings, but none came close to the ferocity of the angry shouts. Some people had banners or signs as others tossed bombs into crowds of people. I knew I needed to get out of there very quickly. There would be time to regain my breath later, I decided, as I sprinted off in the direction I hadn't come from. It was pure chaos, chemicals threatening to choke or burn you at every turn. My heart was pounding and I'm not sure whether it was in my chest or in my throat at that point. I guess I don't know I even had one after leaving my family. After a time I found a way out of what I figured was the center of the action to trot down a side street. It was easy to stay hidden with all the overgrown grass and weeds. There were crazy people with their flesh torn and injuries wandering around... some were going fairly quick while others had to trudge along behind with a pained leg. None of them seemed to know where they were going. Whenever a creature made a noise, all their heads snapped over to that location. I tried my absolute best not to make even the slightest sound. Every time I took a breath, it felt more to me like a scream. After some time of carefully walking along the road, I was in tall brush. It was taller than me, thorn vines scraping at my sides every chance they got and many sticks and leaves threatened to make noise beneath me. At some point, I gave up the attempt at being quiet. I found a muddy puddle and rolled around in it before heading on my way. I'll admit, it felt pretty good. I dashed onward, carelessly breaking sticks and hoping they didn't find me. It didn't seem many crazies had found their way to the forest while I was traveling through it. I was probably incredibly lucky I'd found that path. I couldn't have been much stupider, and my lack of planning showed greatly. At some point, the trees were thinning and I was heading down. It was rocky, but there were many bushes to help make up for it. A dirt road guided me the rest of the way down. There was an opening in the ground, headed both down and forward. I decided I should check it out. Stalking forward, I was on high alert. For once I was actually thinking things through. I heard nothing and walked in, any thoughts of a plan vanishing. It was nice and, for awhile, I managed to stay there, leaving only to find food and water.
I'm not sure how long passed before I stumbled across a group of humans. They weren't as insane as the crazies back in the city, but they sure were weird. I began checking up on them every once in awhile. It never occurred to me that each time I had to travel a bit shorter of a distance to reach them. Then, one day, I was lying in the cave. I wasn't quite asleep, but I was nodding off. It was dark... until I saw a flicker of light. The unexpected color sent me flying to my paws, scrabbling for a grip on the rock. My eyes were wide and my heart had to be going faster than ever before. That same wild looking woman I'd seen heading the group was walking in with fire in her hands. Later I learned there was actually a stick in her hand that held the fire for her. When my eyes locked on her, I was still concealed in darkness, but I was scared out of my wits. I backed away slowly, trying to make no noise as I avoided the ever-advancing light. There was a hole behind me that I was unaware of. I fell down it, but lucky for me it was hardly six inches down. Somehow I crouched down enough that she didn't see me and left. Now I was in a hole, but I couldn't see down any further. Whenever she came back with light, I would make my move and explore again. This didn't take long and on that same day, her troop came in with more of these light sources. I didn't bother looking at them. They'd set up flame all over, so I headed the one place left: down. It was damp and smelly, but I could see a bit from the flickering of their torches. I was forced to move down there while they found use in my cave. Food was kept in one area, supplies in another. They came up with an elaborate set up that I didn't take the time to learn. There was almost always a guard, but sometimes the post would be unmanned. Those were the times I snuck out and back in. I soon learned one more piece of their set up. My home deep below them was now a waste house. Their feces were sent down along with chemicals and spoiled things. It's horrid. That's my living now. I've grown a rather strong stomach over time... those invaders stole my home. I can't do anything about it, for I know they would add me to their death tolls. I can find a way to coexist. It's the only thing I can do at this point.




Original by .king boo..
Blinky Journal Doll by breezeci14
Headshot by TenMomentsTill {dA & CS}


Credits ;;
Character originally belonged to perros1234
Adopted from SCAA
Lyrics/Quote from Between Angels And Insects by Papa Roach

mademyday

[weegeestar5]

Eeeee thank you wes for Bandit! <333

[Lierre]

Okay, good. Haha.

Username: Lierre
Kennel that you are applying for: 232
Preferred critic: No preference
What do you wish to get out of this critique?: Length and content, I suppose. I'd like you to be pretty harsh on me. Not in a mean way, I hope, though. :c
Link to form: boop
imcominhome

I never got a form critique last round. D: I'm still willing to work for this character, though.

(I changed the above code word, but the way.)

[Hedgie;]

~~~WIP~~~~~

Favorites

Movie: Chernobyl Diaries


Book: "The Hobbit" by J.R.R Tolken


Song: "Stupify" by Disturbed


Color: Black

Why, do you like playing around with
My, narrow scope of reality
I, can feel it all start slipping away
See but I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit
Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it
I get stupified
It's all the same you say
Live with it





Username:
Sainler


Name:
Hazmat


Gender:
Male


Breed/Species:
Radioactive wolf


Kennel No.
300

Nicknames
(For use only by his fellow soliders)

Haz, Hazzbean, Hazzinator.

Age:
15. Due to genetic recoding, he is immune to aging.

Height:
3 ft. at the shoulder

Weight:
135lbs

Eye color:
..do you really think its a good idea to take off his mask..?

Neutered?
Yes

Personality:
Serious- Hazmat is very serious and always puts buisness before pleasure. He never goofs around when there is something he could be doing instead. Forget about trying to win him over with jokes and puns, he's more likely to swat your ears.

Determined- This dog doesnt know the meaning of the word stop. Once he puts his mind to a task, nothing can stop him until he's done.

Headstrong- Tell him he cant do it, and he'll tell you how he's going to hurt you. Tell him its dangerous and stupid, and he'll want to do it even more than before.

Lonely- His tough exterior and serious attitude prevent nearly everyone from getting close, so Hazmat doesnt have a wide list of friends. He seeks companionship, but doesnt know how to get it.


Going a bit deeper.::.Hazmat has a strong sense of duty to his platoon, even if they are gone. If any one insults them, their memory, or their honor, he loses it. The dog will fly into a rage and its impossible to pull him out of it. But Hazmat also has a kind side to him, for those whom he lets through his rough exterior. He protects those he loves with his life, but he often is blinded by his loyalty, and can be unintentionally cruel because of it. This is one of his weaknesses. Most of his weaknesses are based off of his loyalness and deep caring for the few he loves. His enemies often exploit this.

He's very curious, with a talent for trouble. He can't say "No." to the chance of an adventure, no matter the risk. He believes his purpose is to discover the world for himself, and to help repair the damage done by the war. Weither it is helping his kind with chores, or rescuing humans from their own stupidity, he silently enjoys it with no reward. The smiles he gets is enough, and warms him up inside. Even if his external side shows the exact opposite. When this dog hears a new sound, he has to investigate. You can only imagine his shock when he discovered his first bear..

Hazmat got festive for the holiday!
By Sanara

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History:


Warning: Content below may be disturbing to some.


The year is 2277. A nuclear war has all but wiped out civilization as we know it.The cause of the war, unknown exactly. But the worlds leading nations were racing towards the next breakthrough, just to get an Edge on their enemies. In 2063, only 14 years before the bombs dropped, the United States had found it. Hazmat dogs. Trained canine killers, with an adept resistance to radiation. They could Clear a missile silo in a matter of minutes. Hazmat, or Experiment #326 as he was officially called, was the best of the best. A combination of genetic wonder, and scientific miracles made him who he was. The canine was swift, and strong, with a bite to match. He was the favorite of all the lab employees, and they even fed him tablescraps, and let him come inside the barracks on winter nights. Then the soviets dropped their bombs.

As the dust settled, Hazmat opened his eyes. A large cement beam pinned him to the ground. The canine whimpered as he strugged to get on his feet. After A few minutes of Wriggling under the rubble, he managed to get free. Hazmat blinked, scanning the debris. "Private?!" He called out. "Corpral?! Leutenant?!" He howled. "A-Anybody..?" Hazmat whimpered, realizing he was alone. Alone.
He sat down, thin body shaking. Hazmat had never been alone. Even in his earliest memories..

"Doctor stop! You're hurting him!" A female human said, her voice filled with pain.
"Now Miss. Lucy, he's perfectly sedated, can't feel a thing." An elderly man replied. Pressure sliced open Hazmat's back, he could feel the warm blood seeping out. The dog struggled to open his eyes. In the end, he was too tierd. "Gauze, Miss. Lucy." The male said. There was a few clicks of the females shoes on the floor. His back got a bit of pressure, then felt dry once more. "The device, Miss. Lucy." A cold, heavy object lodged itself into his back. Hazmat heard a rapid beeping, and distant shouts. "Were losing him, Dr. Mobius!" The female shout whispered.


The scent of blood snapped him out of his day-dream. His ears pricked at the sound of groaning. Like a spring, the canine rushed towards the sound, desperate for someone, anyone, to have survived. Several yards away lay the crisp body of, what smelled like, Private Johnson. "J-johnson!" He barked, nosing the figure. Johnson groaned at the bark, his eyes creaking open. The dog could Not understand the human, and vice-versa. "Hazz.. Good.. " the Private coughed, blood sputtering out of his mouth. "Good boy.." He breathed. Johnsons head dropped, and he went still.
"Johnson..? JOHNSON?!" Hazmat licked the burned flesh of Johnson's hand. "Johnson.. Dont leave me here.. dont.." The dog whimpered, and layed down with his human. He shut his eyes underneith of his mask, and cried himself to sleep.

The next morning, Hazmat opened his eyes. They stung from crying, even holding them open was a challenge. He felt awful, like the time he had gotten into the soldiers footlockers. He had eaten a strange brown food, it was crunchy at first, and melted in his mouth. Hazmat had learned his lesson after that one.. He let out a sigh. The dog had no idea what to do. No home remained for him. Nothing but rubble, debris, and the stench of death. His squad was dead. He didnt have to find their remains to know that. Hazmat heaved himself up to his feet, he took one last look at the only place he could remember as home. The dog began the long walk to the horizon. Where he was going, who knows. Any where besides this dead land.

Creating A Killer: Hazmats Creation

Beep... Beep.. Beep.. "Doctor, he's stabilized." Miss.Lucy, a meek young woman announced, hovering over the heart moniter machine. "He needs to recover, or we may lose him for good." A elderly man clad in red-stained scrubs gritted his teeth. Yanking off his blood soaked gloves, he threw them in the trash. "Very well. We will try again at dawn." He spat in an angered voice, storming out the door. Miss. Lucy sighed, Dr. Mobius was always like this. Impatient, rash, and angry. The dainty woman stepped over to the operating table, her high-heels clicking against the tile floor. She reached out to their patient, a five month old puppy, and began to stroke his side. "Dont worry little one.. One day.. This'll all be over." Her voice was kind, and gentle, the opposite of the blurry man Hazmat was always too drugged up to see. Hazmat liked the woman. He had no idea why the man hurt him so much, but he knew the woman always tried to help him, even if they could not understand each others languages. His long, thick tail wagged weakly, one of the only few things the humans understood. Miss. Lucy laughed, though it was full of pain. You could hear how heartbroken she was from the puppys suffering. "You've always been such a trooper. Keep up that fighting spirit, love." Hazmat squinted to look at the womans face. Laying on his side however, and being heavily sedated, the dog couldnt see much. What he could see was a round, pale face, with long, dark fur framing it. "Thank you, human. I do not know where I would be without you." He whimpered. The only reply he got was warm arms scooping him up. Time to return to the rest-den.

When Hazmat opened his eyes, he was warm. The room was bright, and what he felt through his coarse fur was soft. "Where am I..?" He silently wondered. This was not the rest-den, no, the rest-den was cold, dark, hard. The pup glanced around. He was on a human pelt, the kind they covered themselves in and somehow removed painlessly as well. Metal poles supported two of these pelts, and went on for rows. The long room was empty besides him and the pelts.
"Maybe I should find the Female..?" The little puppy thought, as he let out a mighty yawn.
"Hey Johnson!"A man shouted from behind Hazmat. He jumped up, trembling, and growled. The dog had never been around other humans, besides the Evil-Man and the Female. Based on those two humans, he was unsure how the others of their kind would act.
"Johnson! Your girlfriends creepy dog is awake. Get him outta here before he bites someone!" The new man shouted, unphased by the warning growl. Another man stepped into the long room through an opening. "Oh shut up McAvoy. " He said, pushing the other human. The human who had startled him left the room, leaving just Johnson and the pup.
"Hey lil' fella. Did you sleep good?" He asked, in a sweet, calm tone. Hazmat cocked his head, and stopped growling. He couldnt tell what the human wanted. To harm, or help him? "Go away!" the pup yipped. Johnson laughed, making Hazmat jump. The puppy slipped off the bed, and hit the floor with a thump. Hazmat whimpered, he had hit his head on the floor.

{{Story is a WIP}}

By Doodlepuff

Oh glob, where to begin. He's a symbol of my childhood to me. I was very lonely, And video games were my only comfort. The Fallout series Was my All time favorite, And ive been in love with post-apocalyptic things ever since. He reminds me of Rex And Dogmeat, two companions You Can get in The games. I find radiation and gasmask things facinating, and I Even dressed up as a gasmask zombie For halloween. Hes so handsome too. :D. The glow in his eyes is so spooky, it gives me chills! But its so awesome, like a sort of mystery. :o
I want to Get loads more art of him and make him one of my main characters. I havent felt Thing compelled to win A character since Nilakanta. Who is still getting loads of art, by The way. ^^
If I Win Hazmat, I Can promise he'll get love And attention and all the art he could ever ask for.. ♥

Glowing, gaping eyes
Study the wasteland that Was his home.
Gone
Gone.
His mind Screams for his comrades
A silent prayer for their return.
Not a sound.
Silence.

Lineart Link, design credits, etc.:
Original creator:: .King.Boo.
Icon, & Headshot © Me!
IttyBitty Pixel art below song lyrics by Igneous Dragon
Bust below kennel No. ©Chipchap
Top and bottom picture of Hazmat © Brody Piteleski, my awesome boyfriend.

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┏Fullname;Marshmellow Sundae┓
xxUsername ; Shiba inu
xxfull name ; Fraya Baker
xxnicknames ; Fray,Free,
xxpronunciation ; Fray-a
xxgender ; female
xxsexuality ; undecided
xxage ; Adult
xxtyping style ; ''0080BF''
xxref ; xx
xxKennel Number ; 102
xxbreed ; Dog, shiba inu
┗fullname; Marshmellow sundae┛

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υѕєяηαмє- BlueKibby. My username is BlueKibby, named
after my cats. My old cat, Blue, and my current cat, Kibby.
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ωну ι ωαηт нιм- Well. I want him because, well,
look at him! Who wouldn't want him? He's adorable and
is quite unique. I could use him in my Hunger Games fan faction.
His design is really simple, yet really pretty
and his eyes just add to that.
He really stood out to me while I was browsing
the kennels.
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υѕє- One. thing Talon will be used for is
a story. I am in the process of writing a Hunger Games fan fiction and while I was
thinking about his species, I thought of him being a mutation from the Capitol.
I would definately be using him in that. Of course, that isn't
the only thing he'd be used for. I would also use him in roleplays
and such. Or games like "Rate The Character Above You".
(Surely he'd get a 10, right? c;) Talon would be a very much
loved character and would be showed off in my character site.
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ηαмє-Talon. Yup, that is correct. I have decided to name
this beautiful boy, Talon.
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ηαмє яєαѕση- One. Personally, I just think the name, 'Talon'
fits him perfectly. He's part bird, and birds have Talons.
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ηαмє мєαηιηg- A Claw. A claw, esp. one belonging to a bird of prey.
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gєη∂єя- Male. Talon is indeed a male.
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ѕρє¢ιєѕ- Hybrid 35% Sparrow, 45% Domestic Shorthair, 20% Canadian Lynx
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αgє- Young Adult. He is 3 years old in human years, and that's just a young adult
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