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Pet's ID Tag:
41 - Emerson
Name You'd Choose for It:
Colbie
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:
Firstly, the design is drop dead gorgeous! I just absolutely fell in love with it the first second I laid eye on it. I've always wanted a similar design, and here one is with a wonderful color scheme! I just couldn't pass up my chance. He has so much personality put into the design, and I love it. He has those average colors, but they're put together in such a manner than make him stand out, and just really compliment the charrie. |3 Secondly, I know my current charrie may not show it, but I LOVE natural color designs. I'm just not very imaginative, and I can never get natural character color designs together to look nice, so I always end up with my black and brightly colored charries. I'd really love a natural colored charrie, since I am so challenged in making my own. |D As a last little conclusion to my desperate want of this charrie, I see my sort of style and personality reflected from him. He seems a lot like me, and I think I'd be able to play him out in roleplays (which I plan on doing). |3
History/Background/Other:
Name:
Colbie
Nickname:
Colb, C, Bee
Age:
2.5 in wolf/dog years ;; 18 in human years
Gender:
Female
Species:
Mutt (dog, not wolf… D|)

History:
Colbie was born into the world on a warm spring morning, May 22, 2010. Her mother was a loner, not belonging to a home, and her father was unknown. Bee looked almost nothing like her mother, or her siblings for that matter. She was born with the darker, more brown colors that apparently belonged to her father, while all of Colb’s siblings were passed their mothers light, white coat. Colbie has a little of her mother here and there, like her emerald green eyes and creamy colored belly. Both of Colbie’s brothers, and her sisters were given her dads bland, brown eyes; and so Colbie’s bright green eyes are considered her best feature.
Although Colbie looked virtually almost nothing like her mother, her mother was most fond of Colbie, and no less than the most protective over her. Colbie was the smallest in her litter, and it had been a miracle she had even survived. Colbie was nearly attached to her mother’s side, always found right next to her or cowering behind her. She was fearful of almost everything, and while her sibling would tumble off in play. Colbie would sit a safe distance away and silently cheer on her littermates.
Times were bound to change. Colbie became more confidant within a few months, and was soon always wandering off and exploring; worrying her mother sick. At first, Colbie would only go missing for an hour or two, but as time wore on, so did her absence. Soon she was missing for a day or two at a time, and her family paced frantically in anxiety; or at least her mother. Colbie’s other siblings had been envious of the attention Colbie’s mother gave her, and somehow resented her even though she was blood related. When that day came that Colbie went missing, her siblings were really ones to complain…
In the middle of exploring a new area of the forest, Colbie had tumbled into the deep, wide stream she had been prowling next to curiously. It had rained the night before, and so the currents were strong and the stream was more like a small river almost. Colbie fought with all her might, but was unable to keep her head above the menacing waves for very long. A towering wave crashed down upon her head, and Colbie was shoved down into the chilly water; out cold after hitting her head on a rock along the side of the streambed. The next morning, with heavy paws the dark female awoke around midday with an unfamiliar, blurry face hanging over hers. She didn’t get a good look at first. Her vision was poor and she was tired, so she only got a glimpse of the light, cinnamon colored fur before her mind went black again.
Colbie doesn’t know how much time passed until the next time she woke, all she knows is that now she was in a soft, warm bed; trapped behind walls. Panic set in as her first reaction; where was she? What happened? Why was she so sore and tired? Her questions were soon answered when Skipper appeared. Skipper was a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever, and his owners were the owners of the house she lay inside at the moment. Skipper explained everything, like how he had found her at the bed of a stream. She hadn’t woken up, and so the Duck Tolling Retriever had sought after his owners for help. Skipper’s people had taken Colbie in, and this was why she was where she was.
Colbie doesn’t remember much about that day. The whole incident is foggy, and so she mostly tries not to think of it.

Personality:
Every day, average American sweetheart is pretty much the slogan that’s fits Colbie best. She’s nearly completely selfless, finding it hard to turn away from anyone. Colbie is well known for her laid back attitude, and soft spoken, light but seductive voice that can calm even the wildest of wolves. This female doesn’t really care what your reputation is, what you look like; all that matter to her is what you are on the inside. She’s fair, understanding, and completely sympathetic toward everyone and everything. Colb is willing to sacrifice her time to lend a helping hand, always there to catch you before you fall; in one word she's most definitely reliable. She isn’t perfect, she’s made mistakes, and even she knows you can learn from them; and is able to relate to where they’re coming from. All Colbie needs is an apology, and everything is as good as done; at least for the most part, she isn’t one to hold a grudge. Her spirit is free, and she lives every day to the fullest, trying not to dwell on the small things. Many consider her carefree, but she really has more of a cheerful individual. She’s always looking on the bright side, just going with the flow and keeping herself breezy.
Bee is by no means stupid or uneducated, just a little on the un-updated side. She isn’t trained in sarcasm, and can often be misled to thinking something the complete opposite of what you mean. She’s somewhat juvenile in the way she thinks, just like a kid; but more than not others adore this asset of Colbie. She’s so pure, untainted with the petty-ness and poisonous ways of other wolves, which is both good and bad for different reasons. She can be incredibly shy when faced with a good looking male, but for the most part outgoing and adventurous. She’s always up for a new challenge, and doesn’t like to be stuck doing something for too long; she gets bored too easily for that.
On the rare case that C does get really upset over something, she doesn’t show it. She shields her emotion from watchful eyes, and only lets her tears fall when alone and away from other wolves. She hates to disappoint, and she feels like showing darker emotions just brings everyone down, or concerns them about her when she can handle herself all on her own. Unfortunately she finds herself very stressed in times like these because she has no one to confide in, and can sometimes lash out in frustration, but not with the intentions of doing so.
Colbie is very protective, maybe too protective of ones that she loves. The female loves almost everyone, but there are those special others that she holds closer to her heart than others. She’s devoted to these few wolves, and would do anything for them; anytime, anywhere.
Strengths-
Socializing
Strategizing
Charming
Innocent
Protective
Bold/Confidant (at times)
Observant
Funny
Kind/Understanding
Adventurous
Devoted
Loyal
Good Looking
Accepting
Smart/Intelligent
Outgoing
Devoted
Patient
Weaknesses-
Shy (at times)
Sarcasm
Rushy/Brash
Easily Distracted
(can be) Snappy
Males
Over thinking things
Emotions
Too trusting
Likes-
Hunting
Winning
Relaxing
Challenges
Laughing
Freedom
Company
Nature
Swimming
Thunder
Rain
Food
Running
Traveling
Exploring
Freedom
Stars/clouds
Males
Dislikes-
Being wrong
Disappointing others
Seeing others sad
Being helpless for any reason
Being teased
Losing
Dishonesty
Being upset
Being shy
Not having advice/an answer
Being nervous
Fears-
Death
Losing someone close to her
Rejection
Failing
Other:
I really do hope to win Colbie! I already have everything set up! I have some pets to order some fantastic art, and I have someone who's interested in roleplaying their charrie with Colbie! Squee! Bestof luck everyone! |3


I understand that by adopting Colbie (this creature) I take full responsibility for her (it).

[snowflake139]

Pet's ID Tag: 97

Name You'd Choose for It: Fantôme (Henry Peter Lockenburough II)
Gender: Male

Reason You Want It:
I'm a musician, so I'm naturally attracted to designs that have to do with music. Other than that, he is absolutely gorgeous, and as soon as I saw wibeke donate him, I knew I would want to try for him and hopefully win. I've always usually loved more natural/softer colors on characters, and I love that shade of gray; I think it suits him perfectly. Also, even though he's naturally colored, he has distinguishing marks to make him special. I would love becoming his permanent owner and lavishing him with love and art. Finally, he's one of those characters that I could tell I could write a story about. Most of the time, even with characters whose designs I like, I have to search around for a story. This time a plot evolved in my mind right away, even though the end result was extremely different than what I had in mind at first.

History/Background/Other:
General Information
Birth Name: Henry Peter Lockenburough II
Self-Chosen/New Name: Fantôme
Gender: Male
Species: Mutt (Breeds not definite, but he has some border-collie in him)
Age: 15
Birthday: August 22, 1995

Personality
Fantôme grew up to be extremely antisocial, since he hates being the little rich boy hanging with all the other little rich kids; he thinks most of them are snobby, arrogant, and frivolous. However, he can be very charming at times, and, if he had grown up in a different background, who knows? He might've been popular. The only things he like are reading and doing things that have to do with music. But since he's only recently been introduced to music he likes, he's spent most of his time just reading, and as a result, he's very well-informed.

Background (3rd Person and Anthro)
Henry Peter Lockenburough II was born into a rich, important, and old family. And he hated it (and his stupid name, for that matter). Always so stuffy and proper there, he longed to be rid of his nagging, overprotective parents and their great expectations, even though he knew they meant him no harm. Always so trapped there, under his parents' watchful eyes, he never really learned how to socialize with others (and as a result turned crabby), although he always had a natural, hidden ability to charm. So, eventually, when he could take it no longer, after 10 years of torture, he hid in his room with all his books, the one place where he could lock everything and everyone else out. He was like a ghost, only appearing for brief moments when he was required to. Always so unhappy there, even in his private haven he never really learned how to love anyone or anything or how to find enjoyment out of life. Until he found it. Music. Beautiful music. He had never heard anything like it. The only music he had ever heard was scratchy pop music singing from his mother. But this was different. A lilting melody outside his window that appeared out of nowhere, one day. And for the first time in five years, he pulled back the curtain on his window. Gently, a little afraid. Actually, more than a little afraid. Very afraid. Afraid of the outside, afraid of what he might see. He couldn't really remember what it was like on the outside...

Background (1st Person and Anthro)
I felt a cold draft as I settled into my reading chair. Scowling, I looked for the source of it. 'The walls? No. The ceiling? No. The windows? Ah, it must be the windows. The curtains are waving gently, after all. Idiotic maid. She should know better than to leave the window open. What does she think? That maybe it would attract me out of my room? Fat chance. I've been here five years already; I can stand it as long as I have to. Until I come of age and am able to withdraw from my savings account, I can stand it here. In fact, I think I like it here in my room. Although I'm not sure I've ever really liked anything. At least it's better than being in the reach of my parents,' I think to myself as I head over to the window. As I prepare to shut it close, however, I hear something. It's a little muted,and seems like it's coming from the outside. But that doesn't diminish its beauty. I stand there for a couple of minutes, entranced by it. It seems to be music, even though it's so different from what my mother considers "music." As I stand there, a sudden impulse comes over me. I need to look outside the window. I need to see where the music is coming from. I need to, I need to, I need to. I reach to grab and pull the curtain back, but then the fear kicks in. Is it scary out there? I can't really remember... I don't even know the date, or the season. The days have blurred for me.... I steel myself, nonetheless, and tremulously pull back the curtain. My adrenaline rushing, I nervously look outside. Shocked, I realize it's snowing. That must mean it's winter... When's the last time I saw snow? Or, for that matter, a flower? How much have I missed by locking myself in my room for however many years? These thoughts distract me, and when I recall my purpose for even drawing the curtain back, I realize that the music has disappeared. I shut the window closed, in an even fouler mood than before now the the music has left, and stalked back to my book.

That wondrous sound was buried deep in the back of my mind after I didn't hear anything like it from outside the window for a couple of months. It was always a background thought, left for my subconscious to ponder. But the music did come again. By now it was spring, and I kept my window open by just a crack, always hoping I would hear it. My hopes were fulfilled one lovely warm day, and this time, I caught a glimpse of the player. She was the most beautiful thing my eyes had ever beheld, practicing in what I assumed to be her room, her window open as well, allowing the crooning melody to drift from her instrument to my waiting ears. A sudden urge overtook me, just like on that last snowy day. But this time, it was more drastic. I was going to leave my room, the mansion, willingly. However, I didn't want my parents or the maid to notice. Locking the door, I heaved the window up so I could fit through. Clamboring out onto the overhang, I gazed down and my stomach dropped. It appeared to be such a large distance from the overhang to the ground. I was still not exactly myself, though, and the music was calling me. My adrenaline rushing, I gathered my courage and leaped off. I didn't land exactly gracefully, I must admit. In fact, I didn't land gracefully at all; there was a large, obvious thump as I hit the ground, belly first. The girl must've noticed it, for she jumped a little and turned around. Her mouth formed a round "o" as she noticed me, sprawled on the grass. She carefully set her instrument down (I think it was a cello), and rushed out of my sight. A couple minutes later, she appeared beside me, offering her hand to me. I took it and unsteadily rose, my head still dazed.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.

"F-f-fine," I responded, my voice shaking.

Apparently that reassured her enough, for she continued to broach another topic. "You must live in Lockenburough Mansion, since it looks as if you dropped from up there...." She motioned towards the open window. "I didn't know there was anyone my age living there. What's your name?"

I paused for a second, my thoughts racing. I hated my name; I thought it was embarassing. Although, what did the French maid call me from time to time? Phantom? No... It was more foreign-sounding. Fantom? Not that either... Oh! "Fantôme."

"Your name is French too?"

"Yup. Wait so then what's yours?"

"Clair de Lune. But everyone calls me Clair, since Clair de Lune is sort of a mouthful." She shifted uncomfortably, as she was a bit embarassed. 'Clair and Fantôme,' I thought absentmindedly. 'They don't sound bad together.'

"I should get going... My parents are probably wondering where I am," she stated awkwardly, after a long pause.

"Me too," I responded. As she started to leave, I suddenly blurted, "You play beautifully, by the way." I blushed like an idiot.

Brightening considerably, she responded with, "Thanks! Do you play at all?"

"No. Music isn't a big part of my life, or my family's..."

"Really? Maybe you could come over one day and I could show you hot to play," she invited demurely. I nodded, like an idiot of course. "Now I really need to get going. Bye!" I watched her skip happily away, with a large grin on my face. Then I started to head home, and realized that I would need to scale the wall to avoid detection...

I held her to her invitation, and randomly showed up on her doorstep one day. Luckily, she was the one who answered it, and invited me in. She brought me up to her room, and taught me the secrets of reading music, playing music, feeling music, embodying music. It was fairly easy for me to learn; the music spoke to me, and she told me I was a natural. And so it went on for a while like this, she playing the part of the omniscient teacher, and I the eager pupil. During this time, our friendship blossomed and we found we could talk to each other about everything. I was perfectly content with things the way they were. My parents were ignorant of our friendship, and hers didn't really care. But then, one day, she met me during the evening with tears streaking her face.

"My parents say being a musician isn't a proper job," she told me in despair. "It's all I've ever wanted to do; all I've ever liked doing. All I've ever known." I comforted her to the best of my ability, not really knowing what to say. Her face suddenly lit up. "I know! We could run off into the moonlight together. We can travel the world together, playing on the streets. Or maybe we could get into a professional orchestra."

"How do you know we're good enough to do that?"

She paused, hesitantly. "Well... I hate admitting this, but you have much more potential than I have. It's taken you a couple months for you to get where I was after a couple of years. You could get professional traning, and everything if you left."

I pretended to think about it, but already knew my answer. "Okay." I could never say no to her, after all.

Background (Third-Person and Anthro)
Taking only a few minutes to pack necessary belongings, they fled off into the night, running and laughing with exhilaration, adrenaline running through their veins. They knew it was a reckless thing to do, and that they might end up back here, pleading to their parents for mercy and forgiveness. But, for the first time, they were truly breaking the rules. After all, Fantôme's parents' only request was that he stay near the mansion and stay away from the riffraff. He was excited to finally see the world; he had only ever read about it in books. And he was with Clair. That's all he needed. And Clair was with him. That's all she needed. Along with their instruments, they continued in no set direction, awaiting what was to come.

Third-Person Poetry
Gently plucked strings, weaving their delicate harmonies
Carefully bowed melodies, creating their trance
The power to drive creatures mad, or to bring ease to pain
The power to draw anyone close, and ensnare him in its beautiful trap
The power of music
The power of lilting tunes
Enough to send the phantom and the moonlight into a frenzy
Enough to send the phantom and the moonlight into uncharted lands

Fun Facts
- I came up with his name because I was thinking of Phantom of the Opera, and thought that "phantom" in French would be a nice name for him.
- His birthday is the same as Debussy's (other than the year xD).
- Clair de lune is a piece composed by Debussy, based on a Paul Verlaine poem, and is part of Suite Bergamasque.
- At first, I was planning to write him as a mysterious, travelling loner, but the story somehow evolved into this. xD (Hmm... An alternate story would be interesting...)
- What will happen to them? I don't know, that's for sure. *pathetic attempt at cliffhanger*
- Clair de Lune is not a real character, but if I got Fantôme, I would definitely get someone to try and design her.

Permission


I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. I do.

[Morganizer]

Pet's ID Tag: 41
Name You'd Choose for It: Emerson
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: He seems like a cool character. I love his design and would love to have him. I never get rid of my characters and I love them, literally, just as much as I love my own real life pets. I have my own site for them which is not finished, but is posted in my signature.
History/Background/Other: (I'm not going to go in full depth with this here, because I don't have much time, but here goes.) Emerson was born and raised with a family on a farm. His siblings ridiculed him and taunted him. He was blamed for everything even though it was his siblings fault. His siblings would often plot terrible things so they could get him in trouble for it by their owners. Emerson's owners thought that he was becoming a problem and sent him outside everyday before they went to work and school. A lot of times they would return home after a long day and forget him outside. His siblings would stand at the back screen door and taunt him from inside. He was never very brave and never thought that maybe he could end it all by running away.

A few years later he was back inside. Emerson's siblings and him were inside the house. Their owners were away on vacation. They had recently installed a doggy door so that the dogs could go freely in and out without making a mess of the house. Of course Emerson's siblings had a plan to rid themselves of him once and for all. On the day when their owners were on their way home they put that plan into action. They ran around like rabid animals, tearing up the house. They clawed at the sofa and chairs, rolled all the toilet paper everywhere, and even opened the fridge and spread the food out all torn up. As soon as they were finished they ran outside as Emerson was sleeping. When their owners got home later on that day they walked into a very messy house. They were outraged and the only dog in the house at the time was Emerson. They woke him up and beat him. He was surprised at the way they were treating him. He didn't know why they were acting the way they were. He was not paying attention to the conditions of the house. His owner's husband opened the door and kicked him outside. They were going to get rid of him the next day. They dropped him off at The Agency and he never saw his family or siblings again.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[Animall]

Creature's Name: Mae
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http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/image/image.php?id=351901&size=large&format=auto&rev=1

Preferences: Her name can be changed. Gender can be changed. Items may be added. No major marking changes.
He/she cannot be used as your fursona. Only can be used as your fursonas mate, your character, ect... but not your fursona.

PM me the form, or you will not be accepted. I may not see your form if posted here.
Link Art Link: viewtopic.php?t=338394 Lineart credit goes to horsy1050
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name? No ^^

[sad magic]

Creature's Name: Demolition
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Preferences: Please, PLease give him a loving home. <3 Don't change his design.
Link Art Link: None~
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?
No.

[.lucy.]

@Animall: Ohmigosh! Mae is g.o.r.g.e.o.u.s ! I will so try out for her!

[Queen Vivane]

9- you MUST post proof that you have permission to adopt the character/pet from the donor, this can be done by screen capping, having the donor post on the thread. if the post was missed, and at least 10 pages has passed, it is up to you as the one who wants the character/pet to quote it so a staff member can see. Im a little confused about this rule does it mean we pm the owner of the Chracter saying we want to adopt their chracter and would like their permission to adopt it? Sorry if its already been answered I just thought id make sure In knew what this rule meant ^-^

[Tammanae]

9- you MUST post proof that you have permission to adopt the character/pet from the donor, this can be done by screen capping, having the donor post on the thread. if the post was missed, and at least 10 pages has passed, it is up to you as the one who wants the character/pet to quote it so a staff member can see. Im a little confused about this rule does it mean we pm the owner of the Chracter saying we want to adopt their chracter and would like their permission to adopt it? Sorry if its already been answered I just thought id make sure In knew what this rule meant ^-^

Yes. You must pm the person, sometimes they will ask to see the form before giving permission, and once they grant you said permission, you must screenshot this and post it with your form. ;3

[Queen Vivane]

9- you MUST post proof that you have permission to adopt the character/pet from the donor, this can be done by screen capping, having the donor post on the thread. if the post was missed, and at least 10 pages has passed, it is up to you as the one who wants the character/pet to quote it so a staff member can see. Im a little confused about this rule does it mean we pm the owner of the Chracter saying we want to adopt their chracter and would like their permission to adopt it? Sorry if its already been answered I just thought id make sure In knew what this rule meant ^-^

Yes. You must pm the person, sometimes they will ask to see the form before giving permission, and once they grant you said permission, you must screenshot this and post it with your form. ;3

Thankyou very much thats very helpful ^-^

[Animall]

Oops ;_;
Im PMing her now. Sorry for missing that Dx

EDIT:
Heres a re-post of the form, with permission screenshot.

Creature's Name: Mae
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http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/image/image.php?id=351901&size=large&format=auto&rev=1

Preferences: Her name can be changed. Gender can be changed. Items may be added. No major marking changes.
He/she cannot be used as your fursona. Only can be used as your fursonas mate, your character, ect... but not your fursona.

PM me the form, or you will not be accepted. I may not see your form if posted here.
Link Art Link: viewtopic.php?t=338394 Lineart credit goes to horsy1050
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name? No ^^

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