Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[orange.c y r u s♥]

ok,I still have a lot to do on my story,but with hard work and sweat you can acomplish anythingXD

[Wifflebee]

Tracker Dog Application Series 6
Username:She-Hound
Tracker Dog you want:#17
Name you'll give it:Dez
Reason why you want it:I love how his designs glow and it has always been my dream to own one.

Will it be used in any kind of story? Yepper!!
Describe its personality: laid back, smart, cool, always ready to fight if needed, cautious, gentle, fast, agile.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

Dez heard his name. It was dark and quiet. The only sound was the breathing of the other Trackers in the rescue van with him. The van door opened and the Trackers sat up strait, ready to jump out when needed. “Dez!” The police called. Dez ran out of the van and sat right in front of him, waiting for his assignment. The officer held out a mask with 2 eye holes and a mouth hole. Dez sniffed it, it smelled of smoke and coal. He barked and stood up. The officer smiled, “Got get ‘em boy!” He said, pointing to the large crowd before them. Dez could tell something really bad was about to happen. He sniffed the ground, growling and not stopping to look up at anyone. The scent got stronger and Dez got even more excited. He started jumping over people, using their backs as spring boards. He swerved and crawled quickly. Finally he saw the man. The scent matched perfectly. He let out a menacing growl and knocked him to the ground. The man quickly got up and ran into the road. Dez quickly ran after him. Cars honked and people yelled. It didn’t bother Dez at all. He was used to all of the city sounds and none of them bothered him. He could not be distracted.
He finally caught sight of the man, only a few feet away. Dez smiled to himself, he knew this one wasn’t getting away. He ran full speed and knocked the man to the ground. He quickly clamped onto his leg, holding tight. The officers ran over to the sprawled out criminal. “Great job Dez!! Good boy!!”The officers praised him. Quick pats and ear scratches were given out to him as more officers came running. Dez panted, he knew he had done a great job. They hand cuffed the criminal and dragged him into the back of the police car. The man seemed to be glaring at Dez. A low growl rasped from within his throat. The man smiled and evil smile and held up a small bomb. Dez growled loudly and barked, scratching at the car. The officers walked over, “Whats the matter boy? Don’t worry about him. He wont be bothering any body anymore, for a looonnnggg time.” The officer promised. Dez continued yelping and scratching at the car door. He howled and snapped at the window. “Dez! What’s the matter with you!?!Fine, fine. I’m gonna open the door, and show you, there is nothing to be afraid of!” He told him. He opened the door and Dez snarled, jumping at the handcuffed criminal. He grabbed the bomb out of the man’s hands, only to get waked up the head by the man’s tied hands. Dez yelped and jumped out of the car, the bomb still in his mouth. He stood by the officer’s side. The police stared down at him in awe. “Good boy!!!”He cheered, quickly grabbing the bomb.
Dez jumped back into the van, the other Trackers awaiting him. They greeted him with licks and whimpers, a sign of congratulations. Dez was still panting tiredly. He was ready to go home for a nice, long nap. He was proud of himself. He knew he had done a great job. The van turned on with a loud growling from the engine and a jerk. “Oops! Sorry boys!” The officer called back. They drove home and Dez was taken into the station, while the other Trackers were taken back to the shelter. “You did very good Dez.”The Sheriff told him, smiling warmly. Dez looked up at him, proud and exhausted. The sheriff chuckled and placed a metal around his neck. “Congratulations!” The fat man said joyfully. Dez barked in excitement. “Oh yes!! One more thing, my four legged friend!” The sheriff said, walking to his desk and pulling something out of a box. He turned and slipped a black leather collar onto his neck. Dez looked down at it, it had a badge on it!! He was officially out of training and was now an official Tracker dog! Dez barked happily, getting up and running in a circle. This is the day he has been waiting for his whole life!! He finally felt like he had a purpose here.

Phew!!! That was NOT easy!! Lol. Really hope I get this guy. XD

[RainbowBizkit <3]

Ah, okay. I'll change your name on the custom list then.

Thank you Nex im going to go finish my form for 17 or Jet as i call him i cant wait.

[Aouviyelle]

Basics

Username: GirLover

Tracker name: Jade

Tracker gender: Female

Tracker purpose: She will be put in my new story called "Ember Pack" and on mt siggy.

Design

Form: Aquatic Tracker

Colour scheme: Black and Aqua

Design patterns: none

Eye colours/markings: Emerald green

Accessories: A necklace with an Emerald on it

Alternate: none

[RainbowBizkit <3]

All customs are closed at the moment Nex posts when they are open


EDITED!: Im amazed only 5 people tried for 17 wow (I one of those 5 xDD)

[MelodiousNocturne]

Tracker Dog Application Series 6
Username: MelodiousNocturne
Tracker Dog you want: #17
Name you'll give it: Constantine
Reason why you want it: Because they are awesome looking and I can't stand it any longer. I want one, and this one stood out to me. I love his glowing collar-marking.

Will it be used in any kind of story? Probably not, but maybe.
Describe its personality:
Constantine is helpful and slightly hyper. He loves to accept treats, but is wary of who he accepts them from. Despite being hyper and and cheerful, he does not easily become distracted, even in the middle of the loudest cities. He loves being around kids, despite he is mainly useful for finding people. He is generally patient and kind, but long missions can try his patience.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

The yard. Usually I'd be happy to be here, but today was different. For me, the last few weeks had been different. Instead of the daily training regimen I'd come to expect, I was put in a cage and left there. The only times I came out were to go in the yard, and when a trainer would come to take me for a run to keep my muscles strong. New smells bombarded my senses, leaving colors I'd never seen before. The people here didn't bark orders, they cooed. Like the pigeons I chased in the city. I was so confused. Why would they be giving us, why would they give Trackers, to pigeon-people? Unless, we were the ones that weren't good enough? I paced, whining softly. Why would they train me so hard then? What had I done wrong? I slumped to the ground, burying my sensor bars in the grass.

A bell rang and the workers outside began calling us in. I walked back slowly, not eager to go back to the cage next to that overly-hyper, talkative young dog that yammered at me and everyone around him. I knew why he was there, but some of the rest of us? A worker clipped a lead on me, even though I didn't need it. He petted me softly and scratched my ears. Then he cooed at me. I huffed at his cooing and wished they'd just stop. "Come on boy, your training is done. The trainer's words echoed in my head. Done? Had I finished, or was I finished? I slunk into the cage next to the motormouth young 'pup' that never stopped talking. His mouth began running the second I entered the room, "Hey big guy, why so down? What's wrong? Why do you look so sad? Why-" I turned and snarled at him, my patience for him gone. He shrunk back, and I flopped on the cage floor. The other dog, the more quiet one, sighed and started small talk, asking how my trip to the yard had gone. I huffed, trying to get both of them to leave me alone. My mind began to lull into a shallow sleep.

My mind snapped awake, someone or something was touching me. My head snapped up, and my senses were filled with a warm honey color, someone soft and sweet. I leaned into thier gentle touch, relishing it. This person talked softly but didn't coo, it made me happy. Even the motormouth couldn't ruin this. Whoever it was she was kind. She had a commanding tone underlying her sweetness. I liked her instantly, "Come on Constantine." Constantine? Who? Was I Constantine? I tilted my head up at her, panting happily. My tail wagged and thumped the cage floor. She pulled gently on the heavy metal collar that served as weight-training, taking it off and replacing it with one that smelled dark and earthy. I shook myself and followed her out. I wasn't unworthy, I was being adopted.

Some time later....
I learned the the woman who adopted me was an ex-cop, and needed a companion to replace her K-9 unit who'd passed away some time before. I don't mind becoming a companion, the woman is sweet and gentle. She takes me for runs and gives me lots of treats, in exchange for volunteer work at the precinct. I love the volunteer work, helping other dogs, Tracker or not. It reminded me of the training sessions, and occasionally we'd even go on real assignments to help rookie cops and thier K-9 companions.

[RainbowBizkit <3]

Im just wondering but when is 17 judged?

[Aouviyelle]

All customs are closed at the moment Nex posts when they are open


EDITED!: Im amazed only 5 people tried for 17 wow (I one of those 5 xDD)

Geesh! I am so sorry. I didn't know. Forgives me?

[RainbowBizkit <3]

i didnt yell at you i just simply told you

[DoctorDraca]

Guys, no fighting. I don't want to hand out any bans. :I
Yes, customs are closed. Both me and Tennis both have 3 custom orders to work currently.