Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[DoctorDraca]

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

Yes, go ahead.

[Bartimaeus]

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.

Stealths are my absolute favourite. x3. I'm just not too keen on the colour to the first stealth, and the gun on the second. xD. However they are a beauty for whoever wants them.

~Barty

[Jezi]

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.

I love the stealths XD its just that I already have my Revo *points to siggy* and I like to have variety, especially since we can only have three I want all of mine to be a different type ^^

[Queen Vivane]

Lol same here Sata, I ordered an aquatic version of my Sheraxia from Tennis I do love Emerald Cinzenta though shes amazing. Yeah variety is fun so im going to try and not have my last tracker as an aqautic myabe a wild or stealth

[icarusAbstracted]

Wow Nex these are amazing! The gunnes tracker turned out beautifully! I have a story in mind for him but I am so conficted! I want onky Normal Trackers and I was planning on geting a cusom but now I'm not sure. Grr Nex, you make it so hard. I wish I could write a story for him but not adopt him. *sigh* You're evil.

[Chara Dreemurr]

Tracker Dog Application Series 7
Username:
Ravenmoon
Tracker Dog you want:
21
Name you'll give it:
Immortal
Why:
His speed and cunning make him never be caught. Immortal in a way. Being a stealth, he can sneak in and do what he needs, whether it's get a war plan, or weaken some before a war.
Reason why you want it:
Nex, I hate you. You make such epic trackers! To make such awesome trackers is basically torture. I can't resist this handsome one. The brown and green together works miracles, while the darker rounds on him add a special, pretty touch. The simple fact of that wondrous design makes me want to go for him, yet the gun adds a blast of greatness. Not someone I'd like to mess with, this one seems like one tough cookie. If Nex let's me have him (If I win), there would be no way to make me forget him.

Will it be used in any kind of story?:
Yes. The gun on his back sparks imagination and thought like a firework. His colors nudge me to darker areas. I must write a story! my mind tells me. The introduction part is mingled with the story for this application, mind you. But I am going to write another story... Just for fun...
Describe its personality:
Survival.
That's the only word to describe this tracker. It's the brightest flare to describe Immortal's personality. It's simply what he is, what he needs. In a war, an epic survival instinct can be greatly useful.
He knows when to attack. He knows his limits, when to turn tail and flee. Yet Immortal is no coward. Oh no, he just uses common sense. In a battle outnumbered four to one, the one that is no fool will know that it's not safe to continue the raging war.
He knows he his job- sneak into an enemy camp, find out all he can about the enemy's plans, run out without being seen. Maybe tranquilize a few people in the progress. But he won't hurt people. That against his personal rules: No killing the weaker (This also includes smaller armies), no hurting little children, helping people and always fire when someone tells him 'Fire!'.
Courage is often rewarded by an immense feeling of satisfaction. After all, what can make Immortal's chest burn with happiness, other than knowing he has done something brave and great? The main reason that he makes it shine through the mist and darkness is that makes him feel fluttery and happy inside.
Living where a raging war is going on, that feeling is something quite pleasurable.
Write an introduction for your Tracker:
(Divided into three sections. Section one, dilemma and intro to the intro. Section two, adventure. Section three conclusion and real intro. Just so you know.)
Be careful
Step lightly
And most of all,
Never say 'Good bye'
The deep bark of the bomb shattered throughout the area, leaving a shrill cry ringing in the young Tracker's ears. He shook his brown head, trying the clear this ring. This Tracker was nicknamed Immortal for his amazing skill and need to survive.
Immortal knew the signal. That had meant hide. When a bomb detonates, anyone had to hide quickly, for it mean another could go off.
A shiver if excitement went up his back as he looked around for a safe place to go. The shiver was the kind one gets when one is going down a steep hill, and then hits one of the bumps, causing them to feel as though they were flying and falls back down, savoring the sweet, happy feeling it had gave them, yet slightly dreading the next bump.
Immortal ran headed to the nearest trench, wind whipping around the huge gun attached to his back. It glowed a tiny bit, but the late day sun ate the glow up. Green steam billowed out of the top like a train' gas would, yet, it too, disappearing.
Immortal leaped for the trench as some other dogs of war gracefully dived in. This was no time to be graceful. Many, if not all, of these dogs were dirty, and their fur was a nest of knots, and besides, this was a war, not a ballet show.
Immortal leaned against the cold dirt wall of the trench, feeling his heart beat heavily, a huge hammer against his chest. It was mostly because he was frightened, but excited, as a hungry man might be, being offered food by a suspicious figure.
A man jumped in, his gloved hand on the side, feet with heavy boots hitting the dirt floor first. He looked around and picked on Immortal.
"You. Immortal." He declared, staring at him, his voice a deep growl. His head wasn't held high, but Immortal felt power radiate from this man, so he lowered his head and drooped his tail as a sign to say "You're the boss, Mr." He had piercing eyes. Immortal could almost feel them drilling through him. It made him feel awkward- it was odd, it seemed to be calculating him, sizing him up. Enemies will most certainly be intimidated by him, thought Immortal, keeping his head so low his striped mussel brushed the ground. He did not care- this was no beauty pageant, this was a cold blooded war. People killed themselves. People were a bunch of bloodthirsty demons, doing whatever it takes to make the enemy drop the first blood. They had no pity- a badly wounded person from the other camp? They killed them without another thought.
A perfect army would be one where they nursed the wounded, where they actually helped the defeated, made one's death (From any side) honorable.
"Immortal!"
The sharpness the man used with this word brought Immortal back from his dream land. Immortal bent his neck down low, raising his shoulder blades up slightly. This was no act of rebellion, simply an act of submission.
Another man jumped inside, his eyes dull and blood splattered over his clothes. He slumped down against the dirt walls and begged for help.
"Go get some. Don't delay" He glared at him, his eyes slits.
Immortal did not know what to call this queer man. For now, he simply would refer him as 'The guy with the awesome eyes', or 'Creepy guy'. Immortal decided 'Creepy guy' was better.
Immortal comprehended the order and ran inside the trench. Soon enough, the path ended, and Immortal was to be forced out of the pit, stripped of all protection and defense except for his huge gun on his back. It didn't weigh down on him- oh no, he had always known it like that.
Imagine being created. You have been put a heavy weighted thing on your back, and your memories cannot stretch back to just when it happened. You have just always known it like that.
That's Immortal.

Immortal pulled himself out of the trench, front feet first. As he scrambled up (His back paws desperately clawing at the wall), he noticed that he was not as agile as the other trackers. That was alright, they didn't have any special things to help them along. No, just what all other tracker have.
He reached the top to find it barren and empty. He felt that his back paws (With which he used to kick dirt up) were completely covered with dirt. He growled irritatedly, and first scratched at his right paw with his left paw, and vise-versa.
Trying to find any extra information, Immortal swayed side to side, feeling the ground with his extra sensitive paws. Nothing showed up under them. Coming to the conclusion that nothing was around here, he decided tI check further along. After all, he couldn't give up. He remembered the injured man. Immortal couldn't possibly back down from him, when he desperately needed help, could he?
He kicked the ground back with his front left paw, trying to discover what it was. Turns out the landscape couldn't change so dramatically. It was dead grass.
He hopelessly wandered around, looking for just one, just one tiny hint that could point him to help, to the right direction.
Nothing. Nada. Nope. Zero.
The sun started to settle, and the young tracker had clearly become lost. He could no longer find the trench. He had to find another way out, help. He had been asked to get it, now he was longing for it.
Lost and alone, Immortal continued along his aimless path.

End of part one.

[cedaar]

OMG, I'm in LUV with the machine gun Tracker!!! He's soooooo awesome!! I MUST GO FOR HIM!! *runs off to dramatically write his form*

[Aki~]

hm! Nether one of them appeal to me... And I did not know that a lot of people like stealth trackers!

[Desmond]

I like the design on #21, but that gun threw me off of a cliff. x.x Beh.... It's cool and all, but I'll happily wait.

[winter.]

Oh.....my.......gosh.


Tracker Dog Application Series 7



Username:
Luminance

Tracker Dog you want:
#21

Name you'll give it:
Nix

Reason for Name:
Nix is the last three letters of "toxin" backwards and I figured the name should have an X in i,t because of the X on his left shoulder.

Reason why you want it:
Oh gosh. I could ramble on about Nix for hours, but I will make it short for your sake.
First, his design is genius. The grays, blacks, and greens blend in such a way, that it makes him irresistable. The stripes, lines, and Xs of his design scream "dangerous", while the paralytic gun adds another layer of danger (and awesomeness) to his overall perfection.
The weapon is something of it's own. It has a genius design only you could come up with. The way it works with the nervous system through the spinal cord to make it completely controllable is extremely smart. The effect of paralysis would be very useful in catching armed criminals and killers, and it plants the seeds for the stories growing in my mind.
Nix is in every single way, the most amazing Tracker you have ever made and I would be honored to have him.

I would make Nix one of my main characters and he would be the emperor of my signature. He would recieve so much love, no living person could fathom it. I know I said mostly the same things with Dune and am applying so soon after I recieved him, but I could not let Nix slip through my fingers. He will not collect dust and will NEVER be returned under my ownership. I love him to much to let that happen.
He is the perfect character I am looking for and he has the most phenomenal design.

Will it be used in any kind of story?:
You better believe it, sister!

Favorite Scent:
Chemicals. Chemicals are a part of him and have surrounded him his entire life. They range in specific smell, but most are strong and burn his nostrils when he inhales them. Most people would be turned off by the smell of chemicals, but not Nix. They are the scent of his life.


Describe its personality:

•Mixed•
Nix has a mixed personality. He is very compassionate toward innocent victims and kind toward his owner, but at the same time, sadistic. He shows his more.....evil side, when dealing with criminals and his favorite to attack are the killers, who murder innocent people and don't even care. They make him sick.

•Loyal•
Nix is extremely loyal to his master, Iris. He will perform any tasks she asks of him and trusts her completely. He never strays from her side and protects her with all his might.

•Intimidating•
Nix proves to be very imtimidating, in both physical appearance and behaviour. Unlike most Stealth Trackers, his bark is equal to his bite and his weapon adds to that bite. He may be small, but he is fierce.

•Emotional•
Nix can be emotional at times. You can't tell by his appearance, but he is like an M&M. Crunchy and hard on the outside, but has a soft, sweet center. He usually only shows his emotions when he is alone with Iris.

•Smart•
Nix is a very smart individual. He has to be when controlling a weapon of such great power. He is resourceful, as he has to perform a multitude of difficult tasks, which will be talked about in the next section of the form.

•Mischevious•
Nix is very....clever, as you would call it. Before he was adopted, he would pick the lock of his cage open and sneak up behind the trainers and scare them. He always stirred up trouble at the lab and he was a favorite of the trainers.


Job:
Nix's job is not one specific thing. He has a wide range if occupations, from hunting down dangerous criminals to sneaking into hostage situations to clearing buildings. Nix does it all and enjoys it too.


Write an introduction for your Tracker:

A bright light......surgical masks................blood. This is how my life began. I was sprawled out on a metal operating table and all sorts of wires and needles were invading my body. I weakly brought my head up to see one of the doctors holding a needle. It was so thick, it looked more like a drill than a needle. Then, he bored it
into my back and a pain unlike anything I would ever feel shot through my body. I had just been created, yet I felt like I was dying already. And then.............black.

I awoke in a cage with a concrete floor and steel walls which would come to be my home for the next year.
Most of the pain was gone, but I felt dizzy. I turned my head to see two wires coming out of my back and a giant machine. I later learned that the machine was a paralytic gun, which was connected to my body through the nervous system in my spinal cord. I stretched my legs and stumbled over to my food dish, the weight of the gun weighing me down. I had my fill and then returned to the mat in the center of my kennel to sleep. The pain came later. Often times, I would lie on the ground, yelping in agony until a doctor rushed in and injected me with the pain-killers. Those drugs became my savior for the next couple of weeks until I recovered.

After that ordeal, my training started. I had an extra 5 months added onto the normal training period, because of the special weapons training I also required. My trainer was none other than the creator herself, Nex Ta'ar. Nex had chosen to work with me herself, because in her eyes I was a great achievement. I liked her a lot. She was always bright and enthusiastic, and made me feel good about myself. Training was mostly a blur, but there is one session I remember distinctly.

I was just beginning special weapons training, and was exuberant about blasting criminals. I entered the concrete room which was seperated from the observations room by a thick sheet of plexiglass. My eyes sparkled
with excitement and I scanned the room. All of sudden, a door in the wall opened and a pack of panicked mice scsmpered into the light. My eyes dimmed.
I can't kill innocent little mice........
but I can't dissapoint her.
My conflicting thoughts battled in my head.....and dignity won out.
I locked my eyes on the quivering rodents.
Fire.
A bolt of green goo zoomed through the air, hit the ground, and splattered in all different directions.
The damage had been done. I stared in terror at the pile of frozen mice in front of me. My tongue licked the air. I smelled a scent I hadn't yet before. Death.

After training was over with, I was sent to the adoption center to find an owner. My kennel was technically the same as my previous one, except the wall in front was plexiglass instead of steel, so potential adopters could see through. I spent three days in that cage until she came. She had curled, long, auburn hair and eyes that sparkled like emeralds under the hanging flourescent lights above. She approached my kennel and studied me. I studied her too. She was wearing a blouse, ruffled skirt, and sandals. She called over an adoption counselor and talked with her, glancing back at me every once in a while. The counselor in the lab coat nodded her head, and the young woman in the blouse smiled and followed her to the reception desk.
Was this my new owner?
Soon, the woman I would come to know as Iris walked back to my kennel, leash in hand, and the counselor unlocked the door. I ran at Iris and slid into a sitting position at her feet. She chuckled, secured the leash to my collar and we walked out the automatic sliding doors and into the world. We hopped in her car and she started the engine. She turned to face toward me and as she did, her curls bounced.
"What would you like to eat, Nix? Does a hamburger sound good?"
No one had asked me what I wanted to eat before. I barked in agreement and we started off to the nearest McDonald's. We chowed down on two Quarter Pounders and a large fry and drove to what I would call home. We pulled into the driveway of a large glass house in the middle of the woods. I leaped out of the SUV, my stomach satisfied, and skipped through the doorway. Iris led me upstairs to my room which had had white walls, a large plush rug spread out over a dark hardwood floor, a comfy looking luxury dog bed, and in one corner, an amazing playground which looked just my size and a chest full of new chew toys, tennis balls, and frisbees. The playground stretched 6 feet tall and contained a slide, a ramp with foot grips, a look out perch, a strong fabric hammock, and best of all, shooting targets for practice with a disinfecting system for the safety of my owner. It was paradise.

Iris' personality reminded me of Nex in a lot of ways. She was bubbly, fun, optimistic, loving, and most times, shy . The first week after my adoption, we did nothing but bond and have fun. Every day, we barbequed on the grill, chased each other through the woods, and fell asleep together on the couch with the television on. However, the week went by fast and I had to begin work.

My first assignment was located in a downtown bank in a hostage situation. My job was to sneak in the back and catch the robber by surprise, and fire if needed.
Iris and I creeped up behind the building, surveying the area to make sure it was clear. Then, we proceeded to pry open the air duct, and I crawled into the aluminum maze. I took extra care as to not damage my weapon against the walls. Iris instructed me in reaching the vent over an office behind the counter. I pushed open the hatch and dropped, almost silently, onto the cream shag carpet below. I slunk to the doorway and readied my weapon. The door was already open, which helped me out a great deal, as I was not skilled in the art of opening doors. I emerged from the office and recieved a grateful look from a secretary crouching under a desk to my left. Negotiatons with the criminal had failed and we only had one option left: Take care of him ourselves. He was standing to my right, pointing a Glok at a teller who was stuffing hundred dollar bills into a striped pillowcase.
Ready, Aim,.......Fire.
He spun his head around as soon as he heard the gun fire, but it was to late. He fell to the ground, paralyzed upon impact. The S.W.A.T. Team rushed in and escorted the hostages out into the parking lot where their nervous families awaited. I leaned over the fallen criminal and stared down into his eyes. They were full of darkness. The criminal mind is a mystery. Iris ran to my side and stroked me behind my ears.
"Good Boy."
We drove back to our home and celebrated with hamburgers and homemade fries.
After my stomach was full, I headed upstairs to my room and lied down on my bed. However I tried though, I could not manage to fall asleep. I creeped into Iris' room and leaped into her bed. I shuffled my way under the down comforter, and snuggled up against her side.
Iris moved her head down to my ear and whispered.
"Good Boy."