Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[tennisbutt]

Yes you can if you're sure you want to change and you get it done by the finish date

[RainbowBizkit <3]

ok thank you ^^

[orange.c y r u s♥]

just wondering,could Trackers cross breed?Like a stealth with a areial or a regular tracker with a aquatic one.

[DoctorDraca]

just wondering,could Trackers cross breed?Like a stealth with a areial or a regular tracker with a aquatic one.

I suppose they could, but I don't exactly see a useful purpose in doing this at the moment.

[Pandora Gaskarth]

Hey Nex, will you be doing upgrades ever again or are they closed forever now? I still have my old boy who needs upgrading ^^

[DoctorDraca]

I will be doing them again eventually, but I'm currently too busy to take on anything.. I feel bad for being so slow with this, but the Tracker project V2.0 was originally just something to keep myself busy with, but it got big again.

[Not me nope]

Tracker Dog Application Series 7

Target acquired.. Ready to fire..

Username:
Rebeccashe

Tracker Dog you want:
no. 21




Name you'll give it:
Mulous Mcdertrainen, or Mu

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M
|Medical|
You Just might need some medical attention if your found guilty of an act and try an escape; Just dont. This dog will be able to chase you all night. Its stamina is high, even though the mass of weight on his back pulls him down, he is not easily beaten, he can climb well too, so I just wouldnt bother, definanatly not with this tracker around. He as the strenght of a monster truck when it comes to pulling you down, though usualy its massive gun helps with that. Mu has no fear to stun you, though he uses his gun wisely. just watch out~

U
|Understandment|
His Understandment is lethal. If He decides to shoot a kid from school that had Just stolen a rubber, then that is lethal, as tht shouldnt of been the punishment, he can handle kids well, knowing that they like to have a Joke now and then and he realises humans can make mistakes. He understands the diffrence wwhen someone says it was a mistake, for real, and when someone says its a mistake, a lie. No none can out smart this tracker.

Be strong, things will get better, It may be stormy now, but its can't rain forever.

L
|Love|
lOVE? Yes love. Even though he is set for killing and stunning for the team, Mu has to love his owner, becca. She is always there for him, understands him, cares for him. He lives with Becca, so why not love her friend wise? she is looking after him, protecting him from having to go outside and everone screaming at him and running off, she stops them nasty cowards from stealing his gun, The locals all know Becca well, so when they see her with Mu, they relise he isnt that bad of a person. He loves to travel his local area, nhe knows it by heart~

I am the author of my life, and I wont let anyone else write it.

O
|Obedience|
Mu has too be obidient otherwise he would have to be caught and put down. If he didnt do what he was told, life would be a disaster for everone, he is sometimes even sent abroad to fix missions.

U
|Usefulness|
It Is a value, trust me. I mean c'mon! On a scale of 1-10, Mu's usefulness must be 10. He can catch the criminal, is able to stun them, take them to headquatres, then hand them over to the Judge. Could a human do that? no. He is the strongest minded tracker Ive ever known. Mu Is so so useful in the job of catching criminals in big citys and parks. His weakness is strength, even though its high. He is slow for a stealth tracker, compared to aquatic and areil though, he is fast. His Gun Is so useful for these missions its unbelivable~

S
|Support|
He has too show support to his members and owners otherwise he wouldnt get anywhere, they show it back too. He has too make sure they know what they are doing, If they do a wrong move he sniffles, telling them not to do that. He always gets the members hopes up by grinning at them or cheesely smiling. When one escapes, he never gives up when the others give support. He supports Becca when bad things happen at her school, she is 17, and is often brining home boys. Insted of what he wants to do, and shoot each and everone of them, he supports Becca on helping her keep them. He needs support to bring down an enemy, and he has lots of support so thats no problem~

the more things you get sucked into, the harder it is to blow yourself away.

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Reason why you want it:
The Colours- Mysterious yet simple markings. several small x's appear throught its design. The series of colours, I have never seen one quite like it. What drew me in was the large gun standing gaurd on the top of the fraile sleek body. No one would even expect such a small bieng as that to be able to amount such weight. The Idea Of these tubing works btung me in too have too adopt it. Ive been waiting to find one that I like. This would be the only one now I could adopt, my last one. I already have two, so I have too pick wisely. this one pulled me in as easily as a cowgirl pulling in a cattle. How could I resist its colours and markings? I Just couldnt- Thats why I Choose to try out for him.

I am at the moment supposed to be finishing my essay on the tudors, but sadly that will have to wait; I need time to complete this form as unfortunatly no one wants to critique my form, so I have to do It all myself, even though I will most likely get half my spellings and grammer wrong. See what I mean? Anyway, the gun. Oh the gun <333 Before I start how did you thin k of such detail and get so much love into it? I love it. I mean, Who wouldnt? Im not using caps. Or does it help with the form? I Just Find it rude in my case ^-^ hehe. I love the colour sheme, amazing, the brown fits perfectly with the green, I love how you got all the diffrent shades in too<3

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Certainly;3

Describe its personality;
Strong willed and prefers to do things his way. Mu is fiesty and is not afraid to admitt anythng he does. He is brave and It would be easy to be beaten by Mu, His tactics are diffrent, unusual sly ones that will always lead you down the wrong track. He Dislikes anyone who calls him weak and hates it when he gets taken away from the places he is used too. He is used to moving from place to place, but still gets headaches when he misses places. He loves anyone who is kind and has not ever done any criminal acts. Mu feels pain when he is parted far distances from his gun. he has it on his back as long as he can, and never lets it go out of control. He is quick thinking and is not easy to catch out. he knows what someone means usualy from their expression or actions.

Even though this heavy gun lays upon his back, Mu is strong and is not afraid to kill or stun. No one wants to interupt his sleeping or eating, he is very protective over his food that he likes, though anything he doesnt like he has no problem leaving. He will snap up at you if you interupt his eating or sleeping, even in emergancys, someone has too wake him. He loves small children, he would find it hard to kill a small child, so hopefully he wont ever have to. He is gentle with children and understands how rough they play or how fragile they are. Mu likes his exercise, espiecally when he gets to go on a mission to find a certain person or thing. He usualy likes to travel alone, but sometimes travels with humans who need to help him.

Likes and dislikes
Likes
- Young children -
I mean, He cant not fall for there small, adorable figure and beady coloured eyes. He will fall for any child who is kind, loving and loves him for who he is. He loves the kids that think his gun is 'cool' and not 'ahhhh!' He espiecally loves the toddlers that go to play group ^-^

- raw meat -
Chewable;3 Mu Loves to get his Jaw working on some tough meat, It strengthens up his immune system and makes sure he keeps his body insides healthy. He usualy prefers lamb to any other of meats.

- His Gun -
oh. Didnt you know that? God he is atytached to his gun for life. He hates to let it go, If he is forced he seems to go weak, unable to think straight and often loses his mind. He knows the scent of the gun well, making it easy to fins when someone take it. He has got used too having it attached almost 24/7 and never takes it off on purpose. Others may try and take it off, but its strenght is too strong for anyone else to handle. It could never be lifted by man hand. ever.



Dislikes
-Dark wholes-
Ever since he was young, a dark whole was Just too much for him to wonder about. Where does it lead too? Is it dangrous? Can It be lethal? Perhaps it leads to death? Or the afterlife? It could lead to anything. he hates anything athat is a mystery that no one knows. espiecally when it leads to blackness.

-clowns-
Its the whole mysterious thing again. You cant tell there emotions. happy? sad? grumpy? Even though they are smiling, the rest of him is telling himself that it sint happy, its a whole new diffrent emotion. Are they possible to kill with his gun? he has never tried, so yet anouther mystery.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Carefull now...steady....
Silence amounted. No one stirred amoungst the tension and presure that was developing under their very eyes. Quietly, a murmur came from the lab, ceasing ones soul tightly as everyone listened in.
"Tracker 5-1-2.. The first stealth and gun tracker of its kind; Mulous. Mulous Mcdertrainen"



I sat still. My large ears nervously pointed on guard. Humans. They watched me from all angles. No one spoke a word. 80 humans sat there, mouths gaping wide. I felt I had been taken hostage. Away. No other of my Kind. Then, Unexpectedly, A small woman spoke, she wore too malicous black silky gloves, a draping white cloak, swaying as she walked slowly towards me.
"You say?" She started, "That this being is a tracker? A stealth tracker?" She looked at me as I stumbled off the desk, my legs held strong. "Yes..yes ma'am" Mumbled one of the tall dark men beside me. "Its a stealth tracker ma'am. It Can Join us whenn its certificated and past its training. It will work with us round the nearby Citys ma'am" he hesitated. He was taller, more capible of damage. But yet he was acting so strangely. I Understood well what they where negotiating later that day. I had passed the certificating with high expectations, but now I stood too high for them to handle. I was to be sent somewhere else. Somewhere else in the depths of New york.

Story;

I was soon transported. Large boxes carried me from London to Fishgaurd, where I was unloaded and unstraped from my gun. I shook as I was pushed into a large empty room by a Standing figure of taller than 7ft. I was in a large old, Timber boat. It held over 100 diffrent spieces of animals that where soon to be transported like me. Away from our birth place. None of us where normal. Winged creatures, Creatures with massive ears and feathers coming from there behind. More than I could count anyway. I Sat down by a small, open porthole, It seemed to have nothing to stop the draught and spitting sea water from coming out. I sat right below it, the warmest place there was on the boat, suddenly, the door slammed, shaking the whole boat. They had locked me in. I was angry. Taken my Gun, Taken my powers, taken my pride. I wanted to leave. Leave this old, weak boat, and go on adventures. It was to be a week journey from fishgaurd to the coast of south washington, from there I would be transported in a lorry up too new york. I yawned. what a week it would be. I rolled my eyes, then as I rolled over, the bulky metl door swung open, a man popped is head from it, a bulky strong figure, and pushed a whole squid in there. I gazed and it un impresed. The man spoke, angry how I hadnt liked it. He strode in, now I noticed the yellow jacket, the small cap, he was the one who had caught it. I gave in, It was really the only food I would get for a while. I munched on it, just looking up as tyeh man walked out, muttering angrily to himself. "They always give me the stupid only Job to do around here that could let me be Killed by the nasty animals abord this trip." He stormed out, totaly forgeting to shut the door behind him...

I sat there, staring at the door. But before anyone would notice and shut it, I sprinted out, keeping along the side crates of the ship. I heard screaches, moans, groans and screams to help them out. i Ignored them. It would waste to much of my time. I skidded under a small crate that was higher ground. Or should I say sea? The sea was now rocketing us around, spitting at us as If we where nothing but nuisence. I smelt something. It was a strange smell, but it was nice. A mans foot steps began to come into hearing range, I sunk back into a rooms indent, then suddenly, before I knewit, the door opened, I fell in, before I knew it I was with the fishing man again...

The wooden ship rocked gently, floorboards creeked as the door slammed behind me. this man made me feel sick. He was frowning. He spoke is a husky, strong throthy voice, pulling me in like a tornadoe. I was the cattle, and he was the cowboy. I stood myt ground as he spoke the word; "come over here.." I did as he said, I was set to follow instructions. I stayed standing, legs stale to the dusty old wooden flooroards. He spoke again. "What do you eat?..." He stood up, walking to the fridge. I growled, not able to speak, I followed him, the waves outside crashing now against the boat, spitting at us in pain. I stood next to the fridge, Nothing I loved, but It would make do. I sniffed through all the diffrent foods, soon settling on some raw meet too toughen up my insides. Lamb. He had plenty of fish, but whats the point if it upsets my stomauch? My tummy was now growling, biting me vicously from the inside. I took a bite, chewing as I sat down, listening to the fishermans words. I understood few words, but I could make out what he meant. Then, He moved on to talk about my gun. I stood, dropping the meat, on gaurd. I Put my senser high in the air, then down low, folowing the scent quickly. I soon came to a bolted door. It was within the walls of thgis chain bolted door. I growled, turning too the fisherman, I shook, wanting my gun now. I sunk my head low, now stalking the fisheman as he went to get his keys...

He was now unbolting it, evertime he stopped, I growled. It opened with a clatter as many things came pouring out, old hunters guns, fishing nets, old hooks. everything came pouring out of that cuboard. Before I could accuse the fisherman of lieing to me, It was there, clean as anything, at the back, glistening in the mid days sun, a warmth to my mind. It was safe. I growled as he picked it up, sood relizing he was attac hing the tubes, I sighed, and waited paitiently. The door flew open from the other end, a small figure came prancing through, then it stood there, shocked at the sight of me. But before I could hide myself the small Blonde Freckled girl came running over in her small ripped shorts, mucky white T-shirt and no shoes. She looked pale against her strawberry blond hair, It dropped past her shoulders, but was put up in a ponytail at the moment. The girl came and hugged me, giggling, I smiled. I Loved Kids. Espiecally ones like this, she wasnt scared of me at all, Just smiling. The fisherman whispered, "This is my daughter, Becca, Becca, meet ... " He stopped, looking at me, then looking closly at my gun, engraved into it where the letters Mulous Mc. "Mulous. Mulous, meet becca. Becca grinned, then she gasped as she looked into the mouth of my gun, her first words to discribe it where "COOL!" She laughed, he mouth still gaping wide with wonder. "I keep him?" She said, smiling, one of her teeth missing from the front.

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6 years later... MISSION 109-2HSD

I ran through the dusky, devious harsh cold winters night, waiting for the time to sprint. The speedy snake-like wind bristled my fur as I ran, my gun held ready for fire. She floated along by my side, a silvery H-3-90 hover craft was speeding next to me, accompanied by my owner, becca, now 14 she had been sent out with me by the authorities. "Aim.,," She spoke, with a throthy delicate smooth voice; "acuired?..." We speed round a sharp corner, becca's eyes filling with stinging hot tears of pain as she spoke the last word "Fire!" Off It went, My second offical shoot...

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WIP;3
Ignore the below, I will delete when Im finished~

Target acquired.. Ready to fire..
The first Tracker to come with actual weaponry. He's an experiment on both the reactions of his future owners, and himself. The gun is attached to his nervous system through a series of tubes implanted into the dog's spinal cord. The tubes are protected by the belt clipped around the dog to prevent the gun from shifting during a run. The gun can be taken off by disconnecting the tubes from the two sockets in the dog's back. The gun itself is loaded with a paralytic substance, though can be changed to fire off another chemical by changing the chemical container. When fired, a stream of this substance will be shot towards the attacker and will paralyse him upon contact with skin. The dog himself is made immune for the effects.

To prevent abuse of the gun, this Tracker is very well trained and will only listen to a "fire" command when dealing with an armed suspect. He will never strike unarmed civilians. The gun will not work unless commanded by the Tracker. If someone tries to abuse his fire power, he will run away and return to the facility in which he was made. The original plan was to give the gun to a Normal or Wild Tracker, but only a Stealth can carefully calculate the distance and firepower needed to take down a criminal. Added with his natural speed and agility, he's perfect for all sorts of missions.

[Geronimo.]

Are we allowed to use Nex in our story if we do our best to keep her in character?

[DoctorDraca]

You are allowed, yes. I'd even feel honoured.

[Geronimo.]

Cool. Also, how do humans and trackers communicate? I'd assume the trackers can understand the humans naturally, but how to trackers talk to humans with their findings, etc?