Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[Neku]

Hmm.. part of the next series is up. Only 2 for now, both Stealths because I know you guys go haywire for 'em. :u
I'll be strict on #21, so write both an introduction AND a story. The introduction should contain why your character chose to adopt him and how they managed to get him. Nex will probably be reluctant to let him go. Charrie Nex, of course.

21 is awesome but neither of those two appeal to me, im going to wait for a really awesome tracker for my last XD

I'm with Demon xP Stealth's aren't really my kind of Tracker.....And since I intend to only ever adopt one Wild Tracker(I intend to use my other two slots for two customs), I'm gonna hold out until just the one I want comes out ;d

[Bartimaeus]

Hmm.. part of the next series is up. Only 2 for now, both Stealths because I know you guys go haywire for 'em. :u
I'll be strict on #21, so write both an introduction AND a story. The introduction should contain why your character chose to adopt him and how they managed to get him. Nex will probably be reluctant to let him go. Charrie Nex, of course.

21 is awesome but neither of those two appeal to me, im going to wait for a really awesome tracker for my last XD

Agreed, same here. :3 I don't really want to go for the gunned tracker because its not to my particular tastes, and the other one is a bit too bright for me. I'll just wait for the next tracker in the series. 83

~Barty

[Hollywood Undead]

Hey nex, I was wondering, can stealth trackers see? or are those (eyes?) on the side of there heads like sensor things?

[Jezi]

I really like #20 she's beautiful; and #21 is well, epic, but not quite my taste. Hmm... no I think I only want one stealth so I'll be sitting out this round X3

[corgie]

21 is amazing, but he doesn't fit in the story in my mind plus he would work well with Radiation, but I don't have a story for him or good personality x3

~M

[DoctorDraca]

Seriously, guys? You used to be all over this place for Stealths and now you want others? Ffffffff. How odd. :u
I'm not mad or anything, by the way.

Hey nex, I was wondering, can stealth trackers see? or are those (eyes?) on the side of there heads like sensor things?

They can see very well, have a wide field of view and have excellent depth perception. They can also zoom in on things.

[Veggievampire]

I love stealths, but I dislike the competition here so I lurk, and pretty much never post.
..apart from now. :u

I still need to send you the form for my contest custom tracker, shall I fill out the form and send it to you? o3o

[Queen Vivane]

Seriously, guys? You used to be all over this place for Stealths and now you want others? Ffffffff. How odd. :u
I'm not mad or anything, by the way.

Hey nex, I was wondering, can stealth trackers see? or are those (eyes?) on the side of there heads like sensor things?

They can see very well, have a wide field of view and have excellent depth perception. They can also zoom in on things.

Lol ive never been that fussed about stealths, I like Aquatics best although I do like all breeds of tracker Aquatics just seem to draw me in faster than others XD

[alas,]

OH YES. A million times yes. -wishing for a :la: emote-

Tracker Dog Application Series 7 -- Almost done; just have to do the personality and the likes & dislikes!


Username]
Xrae. I was Drake. in the last competiton, however.

Tracker Dog You Want]
Number twenty-one. [#21]

Name You'll Give It]
Verfolger; however, he is hardly ever called this, unless the word 'agent' is before it.

Alias]
Ver. [I--and only me, none of my characters or anyone in his stories--call him China Doll sometimes.]

Meaning]
In German, it means pursuer.

Occupation]
He is a companion to an assassin named Roe and is to help kill her targets, as well as find them. Though, Ver thinks this is an unfair action. Instead, he can sense the target faster that Roe knows and rushes somewhere different out running Roe, and bursts off to the victim, warning them. The person then hides, their life saved.

Verfolger has never been found out.

Reason Why You Want It]
First off, there has to be a hundred reasons why; and some, perhaps, I cannot pick out from my mind. Some, I will not be able to nit-pick, because of the fine details. Some, maybe, I just won't understand myself. Some, are just to widespread to explain. But will that matter? Of course not.

He's a Tracker, something I have been wanting for awhile. I have been stalking this thread for over a month now, and just recently posting here. It was silent watching, creeping the adoption boards for Trackers that would suit me and my characters. It has been a struggle; the majority of them I don't connect with, only Aratu that I tried for last time. But now that I've seen this boy, it was an easy decision between the two up now.

This guy, definately Mister Big Guns. He owns the style, and has a personality that contradicts my last idea. This pleases me, knowing that your species can inspire something so new out of me--usually it's very hard to motivate me, but this Tracker is a badda big, badda bam. Simple.

His design is marvelous, even with out the gun. I would attempt to adopt him whether the weapon was built into his artificial spine or not. I love the blend and mixture of the browns [my favorite color] and the pattern stuck on his pelt. It's stunning--radiant, almost. I'm amazed, really.

I can see him in the forest without any effort; I feel that he's hiding some where in my brain, a tyrant with a heart bigger than his gun. He's possibly always been with me, but your Nex brought me to see him. Or perhaps it was fate.......or my dream becoming reality.

What will You Do if You Win Him]
The little stuff and the big stuff.

Ver will recieve art. His face, his body; in digital and in traditional. Ver will have his own place in my character thread. Not at the tip-top--but he'll be there--and for now, will have his own post. [And oodles of doodles in my math book.]

But those are the small things. Verfolger will have his life in his world [kept there], and like I had stated for Aratu, he won't know much. He knows plenty about what he is, where he lives, but he doesn't know that he's a character on Chicken Smoothie. He doesn't understand, nor will ever have to understand, that he's from a short-story. He will know about the inside, and I shall refrain him from the outside.

But only because he needs to stay in character. He cannot be altered in order to stay in the best condition possible. Like a China doll.

Will He Be Used in Any Kind of Story?]
Other than his short story and introduction here, I can put that on a 'probably'. With a seventy-five percent yes and a twenty-five percent no, I'll say yeah, though.

I usually don't have a lot of time to write for fun with out an outcome [I love it so much, however] because of the things that are going on at home, my family understands about things like this [stuff hasn't gotten too major yet], so what I'm doing now for this Tracker is fine, but if there is no really, outcome, persay, I fear that feeling guilty will eat me alive.

But the conflicts in my area will give me so many plotlines that words will just spill out of my fingers and onto the keyboard, that it will be a piece of cake to write him a beneficial short story. So maybe even a ninety-nine point nine repeating chance of yes.

But I'm fickle. Who knows.

Describe His Personality]
Ver is very solid. He's not knocked around too much with emotions, but he is shocked very easily. There are certain things that just prick his mind, making him wary. He cares, making this shock a deep wonder, digging inside of him. That's why it bothers him so much. So, if you were to do something that disturbs him, or surprises him, he will whimper or attempt to do something to stop it. He is a big block of marble that won't show most of his any other emotions [excluding joy as a pup]. Ver doesn't get angry easily, and is very patient with people.

Likes and Dislikes]
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Write an Introduction [why your character chose to adopt them, and how they managed to get him] and a Story [short-story] for Your Tracker]

Introduction. [in his master, Roe, s'eyes]
He was one of the fake creatures that the Assassin Union constantly received shipments of. I was wary of them at first, the beginning few needing multiple tweaks. They kept the tongue, however. That drippy, wet, slobbery tongue that practically flew through the air, flapping like a bird's wing. I thought I would hate the things when I was to choose my dog.

I was the only one who was allowed to select my companion. As their best assassin, the Union figured that I should choose the Tracker that would best suit my basic and advanced needs in order to successfully complete the missions with the highest rating possible. So, they pulled me in one day and rushed me to their lab.

“We have sculpted these beauties. They’re equipped with guns that have been strapped to their spine and wired to their brain. They shoot once the word ‘fire’ has been said recently. Afterwards, they can shoot as they wish after commanded,” a middle-aged scientist trilled.

I rolled my eyes unconsciously and glared at the pet cages, peering back behind their bags. Some were wagging their tails vigorously, other gnawing the bars, and a few peeing inside them out of fear. Only one was doing nothing but watching me emotionlessly. I smirked when I saw him and opened the cage door.

The puppy walked out, tall and strong with a enormous gun placed upon its back. Maybe these things weren't half-bad. I checked over the dog and stared back at the man.

“Do any of them have names? And are there any requirements for certain Trackers?” I questioned.

“Oh, no, Miss Roe. There is a prerequisite for that one there, though.” The man stopped talking.

“Go on,” I snapped.

“Yes, sorry, Miss Roe. You must be a Five-Star Assassin.”

“Then I’ll take him,” I nodded. The easiest looking dog with the biggest gun. Good choice, I thought.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

[Why did Roe choose Ver?: Easiest looking dog, but very powerful with a big gun.
How did Roe manage to get Ver?: She's a Five-Star Assassin. The scientist also felt a bit of intimidation.]

Story. [in Verfolger's view]
She was so tall, with long, sleek, white hair growing from her scalp. She wore tight, shiny leather clothes that made a light squeaking sound when she walked. This woman applied bright red lipstick to her mouth, and wore a thin layer of eyeliner, along with a thick sheet of eye-shadow on the area right below her deep brown eyebrows. Her heels were big and chunky, like a mixture between shoes for a ball, and boots for a hike.

The way she walked was outstanding. It reminded me of…me. She had a proud gait, and held her head high, not daring to even glance at the linoleum tiled flooring of the lab. I was glad she selected me. I knew this lady had potential. We were so similar. She was prideful, I was proud.

It just made sense.

When the scientist carried me out of the laboratory in his dainty arms, I was desperate to be held by my person. I didn’t care who she was, even if I had just met Master, I loved her. I restrained myself to small movement, however, as the squirms of the other puppies seemed to have thrown her off.

Finally, the scientist placed me in Master’s muscular, lengthy arms. I wagged my tail gingerly, hoping she wouldn’t hate me for it. Master didn’t smile though. She grimaced as me and held me away from her chest. What have I done? I thought to myself. I shouldn’t have wagged my tail!

“We must have these things?” Master asked the other man.

“It’s the new policy; the victims are becoming more stubborn and are starting to fight back, nowadays. Master frowned. “I’m very sorry, Miss Roe, but if you have any second thoughts and would like to select another Tracker-” Roe cut him off.

“Those repulsive creatures there? They’re drooling all over their dingy cages! At least this mutt wasn’t doing anything stupid!” Master screamed at the man. I pulled my ears back, but did not utter a sound. “This one will have to do; otherwise I will not use these so called, Trackers.”

“Yes, Miss Roe. That is very well understood,” the middle-aged male peeped. Roe nodded and pulled me closer to her body and stormed out the door, her feet tap-tap-tapping. I barked back at the man, proving to Master that when she was angry, I was angry.

Master looked at me and laughed.

“You aren’t so bad, pup.”

.::.

“What is your name going to be?” Roe cocked her head at me. I copied her movements. She chuckled at pat my head.

“I’m not naming you Mime, nor will I name you Copycat,” Master told me. I stood up, distracted, and hopped off of the cot we were sitting on in Master’s quarters. There was a mouse! I charged around the concrete ground, and zoomed past the obstacles in my way. My paw slammed on the rodent’s tail and I beamed at Master.

“Good boy,” was all she said with a smile. I whimpered; I did not need praise, I needed permission.

“What?” She stared at me dumbfounded. I opened my muzzle and barked. “Shush it!” Master shouted.

I puckered my face. I couldn’t just snap the pest’s neck; it needed to be properly exterminated. I barked again.

“What could you possibly want?” I aimed my gun at the mouse and whined. “Oh,” Roe nodded, “fire.”

I grinned and shot a dart at the mouse. It whooshed through the creature’s whole body, killing it upon impact. With a vigorous wag of my tail, I gently pulled the missile from the mouse’s back out, and padded over to Master. The missile fell from my mouth, landing on the ground with a light tick.

“Pursuer…Verfolger. Your name is Verfolger,” Roe decided, grabbing the bullet from the concrete floor. ”And I shall call you Ver.” I barked, concurring, and licking her hands.

I was Ver.

.::.

“Today, pups, we are learning on how to properly kill the victim,” my teacher droned. A group of puppies sat in a dignified line down the field. Every assassin Tracker was put into training before him or her and their companion were sent out together on a mission.

“I will show you the neck strangle, the tackle, and for the few lot of you that have guns strapped to your backs, shooting.” I thumped my tail on the ground.

Teacher sent us pups separate ways, putting us in groups for easy training. Teacher had helpers that assisted him during training, for faster processes. I was directed to a group with Trackers that hauled weapons on their backs, all guns this round. With a nodded of approval to my team, I sat down patiently, waiting for instructions.

Eventually Teacher made his way back to my group, and demonstrated with one of the older Gun Trackers on how shooting worked. Targets were evenly set in the field for us to attack with our darts. It was simple for me, but the others all portrayed signs of difficulty. I knew Master would be proud of me.

But still, I would constantly bump the other dogs purposely right as they would shoot just so it would hit directly in the middle. They were always in the wrong position…

.::.

“Ver, the AU has decided to graduate you from training,” Master exclaimed as she walked in the room, dropping her sniper on the tiny table by the entrance. My ears perked up. “They said that you were showing exceptional skills in the field. We have a mission directed to us tonight. We leave when the first star appears.”

I howl with excitement. A mission, a mission!

“Don’t get too excited, you’ll be rowdy and fail during the job. Then we’ll be doomed.” Roe rolled her eyes. She struts over to me and pats my head. I’ve grown too big for her to cradle me in her arms. Master kisses my check and stands, waddling to her cot.

“Get some sleep; we have to awaken early, Ver.” I obey, and trot to her bedside. Master notices me and groans. “Come on, then,” she grumbles. I swish my tail back and forth and hop upon the bed, curling up along Roe’s spine.

With a long yawn, I closed my eyes and doze off.

.::.

With the first star looming in the deep navy blue night sky, I am shaken awake by Master. She rushes me to the hallway out the door, where the lights have been dimmed for the very few sleeping assassins still lingering in the Union. I follow close behind Roe, my claws scratching the floor with a quick swipe each step. My person leads me out of the AU after she confirms the beginning of our mission, and we bolt once our feet hit the think, dewed grass.

We run so fast that it feels like we’re flying, and I never desire to stop. It just feels too perfect, the wind rattling my fur, hardly shaking my stable gun, mounted on my spine. I howl jubilantly, but Roe scolds me and shoots consistent glares. Why must we be silent? I didn’t know.

“We’re almost there, Ver,” Roe stated. I beamed at her to show I was listening, and bolted faster ahead.
Roe wasn’t as fast as I was, but she was speedy and was able to outsmart me and end up in front and stop before the line of movement. She put out her hands and grasped my neck as I zoomed past, ripping me from my sprint.

“Bad dog, Ver. We have to stay as silent and unseen as possible, and you just want to cavort through this here meadow?!” Master snarled. I whined in her hands, and stared in her eyes. They were worried and serious. I whimpered and pulled away, deciding instantly to stay beside her stance.

I lingered near her the whole journey, until we arrived at a white, marble mansion. I gaped in amazement; it was enormous. I glanced at Roe, who was pulling a pistol from her leather jacket. I panted with pleasure as we snuck in the dwelling, glad to be inside once more. I plopped on the ground as we walked in, but Master scolded me once again and demanded that I stand.
I didn’t understand. What were we doing here then?

“Ver!” Roe whispered harshly. “You need to help me kill the target. It’s a human, like me; can you find another human scent?” Her voice became softer as her progress in the sentence got farther, but I hardly noticed.

I was too busy concentrating on what, in a whole, Master had just said. We were attempting to kill another person. Another human that might have a family to worry and care about. I was supposed to help ruin a soul. I was in charge of leading Roe so she could kill. That’s what the pistol was for. I couldn’t believe it.

My person was a murderer. A…an assassin. I never knew what it was until now.

Inconceivable.

.::.

So many ideas were shoved in my brain at once. I needed to save this person that was going to die unless I did something. I was capable of being a savior. I took it in as my duty.

I nodded to Roe, an idea in my head singled in on. I put my nose in the air, inhaling millions of scents at once. There was perfume, food, carpet, dirt; but also the thick smell of human. I bolted through the corridor of the home, leaving the lagging Roe behind. I zipped through the house, silent as the mouse I had killed earlier.

I suddenly came to a point where the smell of the human was so strong, it was incredible. I tip-toed in the room where the smell emerged from, where I found a sleeping man with orange-colored fingers and a bag of potato chip snacks. I padded over to the man, and licked his digits, awaking him.

“Hey, puppy, how’d you get’n here?” The man mumbled, rubbing my head. I whined, flipping my head towards the bathroom where he would be safe so I could lead Master away from him.

“What’s wrong?” The man asked groggily, wiping his eyes. I yipped quietly, my tail tucked between my legs. Suddenly, the man acknowledged what I was attempting to get through to him. He shot up and ran in the bathroom, in which I had directed him too. I ran out of the room instantly, finding Roe just turning the corner.

“RARK!” I barked.

“Shhhh!!” My girl hissed. I ran away from the room, heading towards the back door of the house. Roe zoomed after me obediently.
I bolted outside, to a lit pool where sprinklers were hydrating the grass around us.

“Ver, are you sure someone’s out here?” Master asked me, unsure. I wagged my tail back.

Yesyesyes.

.::.

When I remember the retrospect of my first mission, the first life kept protected in my paws, I think farther back, to when I first saw Master.

Her gallant strut, her fiery eyes that had nothing to hide; I think of a killer. Not me, because we were something so different. She was one who obeyed the laws of her work, kill or be killed, and I was a martyr. I risked it all to take away the risk for others. I saved lives or got rid of my own.

But still, I loved my person.

Because it just made sense.

[Neku]

Seriously, guys? You used to be all over this place for Stealths and now you want others? Ffffffff. How odd. :u
I'm not mad or anything, by the way.

Hey nex, I was wondering, can stealth trackers see? or are those (eyes?) on the side of there heads like sensor things?

They can see very well, have a wide field of view and have excellent depth perception. They can also zoom in on things.

Lol ive never been that fussed about stealths, I like Aquatics best although I do like all breeds of tracker Aquatics just seem to draw me in faster than others XD

Yet again...Ditto xD Aquatics are my favorite tracker <3 Thus why I was so determined to make my first Tracker an aquatic :'3