Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

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Tracker Dog Application Series 10
Username:silverdragon22
Tracker Dog you want:#32 Tracker Dog #32 | Available until March 27[
Gender: Female
This Tracker has been designed for a similar purpose as #31, though she only spots injured people from above to alert paramedics. When she has found someone, she'll circle above the person, her bright white and glowing markings signaling for help. She's not necessarily linked to the medical field and can do her job for others too. She's fast, strong and fairly large, and can easily carry a person (as long as they're not too badly injured) on her back in tight situations. She's slightly larger than a Big Dane, though has the same gentle nature.


Name you'll give it:Tranquil
Reason why you want it: Well , there are many reasons why i want it... First , Ive been stalking this since page 180 and would really like to get one. Second , The story that im writing needs more characters and im having a REALLY hard time make up characters....

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Describe its personality:Tranquil's name says it all , she's calm and cool in serious or dangerous missions.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
"Tranquil!!! Tranquil!!!," Toxer(this is toxer if you didnt know) shouted as he rushed twards her bed in the FBI's agent Booth's office. " We have a canabilistic killer on the loose in Lancaster , Ohio! " Tranquil opened her eyes and she was confused until she saw the seriousness look in toxers eyes. She didnt act nervous or worried , she just stretched and yawned taking her sweet and precious time to do so. Toxer screamed at her "He has agent Booth!!!." As soon as Toxer said agent Booth Tranquil's heart sank and beated faster then the first time she felt the rush of wind against her fur. Now she acted serious. Toxer led her outside to the helicopter as fast as he could because if it were his master he would've ran without lead. Toxer jumped in the copter, but in looking back he saw Tranquil as she spread her glossy wings . He was about to call out her name to stop her but it was too late. She had already flew up too high for her to hear him. He though "How will she get him if she has no clue where he is or if he was even alive?!" She didnt need to know where lancaster was , all she knew was his scent. As soon as she found it her wings stifened and her heart flutered but didnt show how nervous and scared she was for him.It was long before she cought sight of him.She saw that he was knocked out cold and being drug by some disguisting looking man in the middle of the forest.She flew down like a eagle flying in after its prey. She landed not a foot away from the strange smelly man. An unexspected shot in the left foot made her more scared then she has ever been in her whole entire life. But she had no time to waste! She flew across from him to get more time to think of how she would attack him. The strange man threw Booth about three feet away from him. She didnt know it but the man was using Booth as a distraction to get to her sides for a clear shot to the heart with the riffle. She didnt know anything about fighting but she did know about guns from Booth in the office. So he would have one more shot until he would have to reload. She ran with her wings spread all the way out waiting for him to aim at her. Finally he did and she flapped her wings to make an illusion of her about to fly but instead she jumped and she rolled on the ground and the smelly man fell for it and shot in the air completely missing her. She ran from behind him grabbing him by is neck and she bit down as hard as she could. He didnt scream nor did he even speak to say ow. She was surprised at this so she threw him out of her jaws and looked at the expression on his face. He died of a heart attack before she landed after 'tricking' him. His finger then pulled the trigger as a reflex. But all that mattered was Booth. She walked over to him , bent down and listened to his heart beat. He was still alive but his heart beat was faint. She grabbed him by his arm and threw him over her back and flew him to the nearest hospital possible. She flew in the doors breaking the glass hurting herself but not Booth. At least 5 doctors and nurses came and brought him up to the ICU(intensive care unit). She waited until the doctors let her up to the floor where Booth was(they knew Tranquil was waiting for him because she wore the same badge). She sat outside of the room peering in the other rooms with other patients in them. She peered inside room 32 where a old man was laying in the bed eating a chocolate malt. There was a girl about 5"5 with curly brownish redish hair standing beside a older woman with blonde hair with tindges of red in it. They were all laughing until a doctor came in and wispered something into the older woman's ear. The older woman started to ball out in sorrow. She then said something to the rest of the people in the room. Everyone in the room starting crying the same manor as the first women did. The doctor then opened the door to Booth's room. Tranquil ran in and jumped onto the bed of her master and layed down beside him and licked his fore head and fell asleep because she knew nom her master was alright.


The last part was hard for me to type because thats what happened when they said they would have to put my grandpa in hospice which is where they expect you to die soon. My grandfather had lung cancer.

[orange.c y r u s♥]

sorry to spam or something,but a few questions that involve my forum.

1.What are the tests a tracker has to go through before they are 'qualified' to become a pet/companion/worker?
2.Can you change cerrtant characteristics of a tracker to fit their porpose?
3.How strong is the average tracker(human weight,large dog weight/Pounds estimate)
4.Is there a special gland that helps 'filter' the smoke around the firefighter tracker?

[Pharaoh]

Name - Lili
Origin - Welsh
Translation - Lily
Owner - Pharaoh

Number - "31"
Gender - Female
Age - 2 Years, 3 months, 7 days
Weight - 2lb 3oz
Height - 8"
Dam/Sire - Unknown/Unknown
Genetics - Stealth Tracker


Why - I guess that of the many reasons I want this girl, the first is that she is so undeniably beautiful. Compared to other trackers, something about her calls out to me elegance and brilliance. Her colors are warm and inviting, and they seem to flow together. They give her a unique personality and a story that I feel needs to be written. She is one of the few trackers I've ever fallen for, and not only her simplicity but the nature I feel she would have is all inviting, and I cannot resist trying for her.

Description - Of the noticeable traits Lili shows the world, her size is most defined. She is small, and I mean small. She's a petite package designed to be most efficient in battle, the perfect size for quick, easy transport, maneuverability, and the ability to creep undetected when necessary. As her owner once put, "they think of everything" and have even equipped her with an antibiotic and wound-numbing agent mixed in with her saliva.

Fur- Her coat is in fact multiple shades of cool, relaxing colors that are scientifically proven to calm any person. The soft bluish on her back fades to an off-white, and then a white on her back legs and belly. She has small specks on her sides, a natural defect which proved to be even more effective in battle.

Legs- Long and made to be fast. She has thin legs, which have large paws and large claws. These claws are very unique, and when relaxed are soft and almost jelly-like. However, when contracted, they harden up to create perfect knives to help slice clothes off of wounds.

Tail- Lili's tail is short, and in some cases, may seem unnecessary. However, it is incredibly muscular, and can act like a nasty whip in case of emergency. While some argue this might have been another unnecessary defect, it seems that Lili does not mind having a little defense to protect herself.

Eyes- The larger optics of her face are a calming blue, and the two smaller optics on the side have a red hue to them. This red is only replicated on the patch on her arm showing her medical symbol. Her "visual" senses are unusually heightened, and work best in chaos and confusion.

Personality – Lili is a very quiet, antisocial Tracker. She prefers to keep to herself, though she is often very uncomfortable in quiet. If it is to be quiet, she prefers absolute silence, for it is certain. She is incredibly intelligent, however, and is able to decipher near-perfect imagery in her mind of her surroundings, best in the chaos of war and battle.

These skills bring forth a great determination in her, and while she is gentle and loving at times, when she is needed to do her job, she is as fierce and strong-willed as any Tracker yet. She listens well until she is on the front line, and then she is completely in charge. This can prove somewhat difficult, though it is mostly efficient for her to be self-governed. She is difficult to control, and even more difficult to gain her trust, but when you do, she is loyal to eternity.

Positives
Loving
Smart
Works Under Pressure
Fearless

Negatives
Antisocial
Hard To Control
Acts Without Thinking

Favorites
Chaos
Helping Others
Smiles

Hates
Quiet
Pain
Anything Warm

Story -
The cages all rattled softly, and aside from barking and eager yelps from around, the little pup in the cage was completely silent. Wedged in my corner, I was quite content to sit and wait whatever would be coming. It came in the form of two distinct voices.

"Well, if you're not interested in any of them, we could always..." said one of the Tracker Dogs' caretakers.
"Always what?" The owner of the voice had soft hair, was an average human height, and very fit. At least from what I could hear and determine, she was.
"Well, we don't usually like to customize them..."
"But you can. Of course you can. That's not why I'm here though, I'm afraid. I already know who I want."
"Y-you do? I thought you said-"
"Leave me be a minute, won't you?" She waved my caretaker away, and I felt her press lightly upon the bars of my cage.

"You're the little runt that my boss saw last week, right? He said you were different. Though, I find it charming. You're definitely fit for the job. I suppose I should find someone?" I was beginning to like her; with a soft, reassuring voice, and sweet-smelling breath, she was of great comfort to me. I crawled forward in my small living space, which was to me actually quite large, until my nose could feel the cold bars. I licked the soft skin of the girl, and she laughed. "Everything, they think of everything." She tickled under my chin, and then left me to find someone to talk to.

"She'll need a name." Another caretaker's voice said. I could hear them talking, and felt the bars of my cage rattle open. The lady picked me up, turned me over, and finally set me on a cold metal table.
"So, you understand the precautions that must be taken?" She spoke, though I'd never been to this table before, and was trying to understand what the two humans were saying. It was a language I did not understand, no matter how hard I wished to.

"Yes, we understand you're security. She'll be out in a few seconds." I felt a prick in my side, and suddenly, was fast asleep. I awoke in an unfamiliar cage, with nothing but the smell of other dogs all around. I heard stranger barks and unfamiliar cries, not just unfamiliar to what I knew and expected, but also what I'd ever heard. These couldn't be Tracker Dogs, they didn't seem like them. I shrank back against the back wall of my cage and sighed unhappily, lost in the confusion of what was happening.

I refused to come forward, even when I recognized her soft scent breathing against the bars of my cage. She was standing next to another human; he was a tall, stocky, well-bred man, and I'd met him a week earlier when he'd come to find a "proper tracker" for his regiment. I sat trying to look as pitiful as possible, an attempt that would make them all feel silly. At least, my goal was to make them all feel like idiots. Unfortunately for me, it didn't seem to be working, and instead, I was suddenly picked up by another stranger.

This stranger I hadn't noticed approach the cage, probably too consumed in looking like a sorry sight. It was a girl with very short hair, and she was wearing gloves. That's all I cared to know about her, as she turned me over roughly and set me down on a table. I hissed at her, flicking a bit of spit her way to show her that I didn't like my treatment. I only heard laughter coming from the man, and felt satisfied that I'd shown them I had a mind of my own.

"Feisty." The girl handler said.
"Well, she's only the more perfect. Kate, dear, would you go fetch the solider I requested?"
"Yes, sir." The sweet-smelling lady replied. Kate, I'd heard the term used several times before. I decided she must be called Kate.
"Professor Yano, what do you intend to do with Soldier 495?"
"You'll have to see, Alani. It'll be a great test of this pup's ability." I heard something, like a pained moan, and rolled myself over in fear. I could hear it coming. Closer, closer, closer still. A door opened at the other end of the room.

The next thing I could recall, the stench of blood was all around me. My tongue began to moisten itself, my senses all perking up and acting in overdrive. I calculated distance from table to floor. Three and a half feet exactly. Easy. I jumped down, racing toward the injured man. He was in very bad condition, from the looks of it, with plenty of nasty gashes in his arms. One leg was missing. I ran to his side, giving him a few good sniffs to determine where I should apply my analgesic saliva. On his right arm, up to his shoulder. The right side of his face, down his chest, and along the line where his left leg had been blown off.

The taste of blood was actually quite a comfort to me, as was hearing a relieved sigh as the man was carried away again. Paranoid, I tried to follow, but was met with a door slamming in my face. I barked at them, demanding to let me follow him to ensure he was alright. I felt an unusual motherly instinct to protect him, and was horrified to be cut off. Confused and horrified. Suddenly, the gloved woman picked me up again, and I hissed at her, once again decorating her face with spit. I could feel the frustration oozing off of her, and my satisfaction grew to begin to cover the fading feeling that I needed to protect the man at all costs.

"She's perfect." The voice said, the man, and I was stuffed back in my cage. "I expect to see her there in forty-eight hours or less. She's going to be tested in her first war zone, so make sure she's bright and perky. She needs energy. Also, probably a bath." As I was set in my cage, I realized that blood had coated my paws and legs. I shuddered at the smell of drying blood, which gave my body mixed signals and sent my emotions bouncing around.

Within moments I was dropped in a bath, given a good scrubbing, dried up, and placed gingerly back in my cage. I did not know why at the time, but I would have a big day tomorrow. I felt a near certainty that I needed to rest myself and eat for the coming day, and I did so as cautiously as I dared. After all, I did not know exactly what was ahead of me, but my sense of time was never wrong before. The day passed and I slept through it all.

I also slept through traveling the day after. I supposed I was given a shot while I dreamed to keep me out until I arrived at my post. It was a sunny day, and through the car which I was given the unusual privilege of free roam, I could taste it's shining rays. The window was open a smidgen, and through it I acquired a fairly decent knowledge of my surroundings. A small village here, some fields of corn there, all in perfect harmony with the smiling sun.

It wasn't until I began to smell smoke that this harmony faded away. A sudden surge in adrenaline filled me, but I knew not why. We drew closer to the fire, and my instinct was not to run away from it, but toward it. Then, mingled only so faintly, I found the scent of blood. That maddening metallic taste that threw my body into overdrive. Barking and squirming about the back seat of the car, I made quite an unbearable fuss.

The problem was that I had never encountered a battlefield before. It was new to me, as well as my unusual urges, and I did not yet know patience. I was taken out, proved difficult, stuffed in a carrier, taken to a tent, and then chained to a stake in the floor. I fought it as fiercely as I could, but was no match. Outside, screams echoed, soldiers fought, and the occasional explosion would send a scent-filled breeze through our tent.

Finally, I was given a small belt. On it were a few labeled pill dispensers, a container of tracking devices, and a whole bottle filled with bandage rolls. I realized, somehow, that these were to help the wounded. I recognized each pill, which had been imprinted into my mind when I was created, and knew their uses as well as any doctor. Finally, I was unclipped, and within seconds, I'd gone out the door of the tent.

The confusion around me would've sent any other Tracker Dog into a spin, but through all the noise I established a perfect scene. Tents to my right and left, and not much going on in this encampment. The trouble was far ahead. I ran toward it like a child to a jar of candy, as full of excitement as I was nervous. I finally found the fight, where the only thing that could shake me was the sound of screams.

I raced from patient to patient, attaching tags and trying to keep everything under control. I was doing a fairly good job, when I suddenly felt as if I were being watched. My heightened senses all on alert, I veered right and behind the rubble of a fallen house. There I detected the scent of two people. Unfamiliar to me, they were but young children. I felt my way forward, and licked the younger one gently. His arm was cut open, and I quickly relieved his pain. The girl gratefully took a roll of bandages and fixed the boy's arm.

I felt a gentle hand pressed against my head in thanks. "You're a strange dog, aren't you?" The girl asked, and I gave her a brief yip. "Don't suppose you have a name, do you?" She asked quietly, and I fell into her lap. I had forgotten my mission in comforting these two children. "I think I shall call you 'Lili'."She continued to talk to me, though I could not understand her. Finally, I remembered that I had a mission. Sitting up, I climbed out of her arms. Both children were asleep, and it was night out. Scurrying home undetected, I was rewarded with dinner and success.

The next day I set off back into the battlefield, and did not have an interruption the entire day. I went through seventy-eight people, some pedestrians, mostly soldiers. I slept well, repeated the process the next day, and began to wonder if my life was destined to be more than gunshots and bombshells. Didn't seem quite what I'd imagined it. Often I thought of the little girl and boy, and wondered what might have become of them.

It was several weeks later, and the sun had vanished behind thick clouds. I'd received word that we were moving soon, and all were packing up to prepare to leave. I was sent out on my last run, and I found more dead than dying. No battle left to fight here, just cleanup left. Shuddering, I made my way between the smells of dried blood and death, trying to find any hint of survival. Suddenly, I heard something and stopped dead in my tracks.

"Lili!" Was the whisper carried on the wind. "Lili!" I swiveled my head, and caught a familiar scent. It was hard and strong, and yet as crisp as it had been a few weeks ago. I raced over to the girl's side, licking her face. There was no joy in her today, though, and I felt a sudden heavy burden on my chest. Where was the boy I'd met?

I was carried into a house, which was mainly just a corner where the walls had not yet fallen. There, propped up against the remnants of the town, was the young boy. Through his stomach was what looked like a large piece of metal shrapnel. He was breathing so lightly that I almost thought him dead. I could feel the energy in his pulse, however, and made my way quietly to his side.

I numbed the area around the wound, offered some pills, but knew that was the most I could do for him. I raced away, leaving the girl to tend the boy. I raced into the medical tent and barked as much as I could. Finally, they understood and checked the radar. I'd placed all seventeen of my remaining trackers from the day on the boy, and the big red light was so bright that I could feel its light on my face.

I led them to the boy, where they immediately took him back to our makeshift hospital. Still they packed up, until it seemed they would leave him. I made a point of not going when Kate called to me, and stayed standing below the table the boy rested on. The girl was nowhere in sight. Kate sighed and crouched down, looking me square in the face; I could feel the frustration coming off her almost as much as I could smell the blood on the floor.

"Look, we can't save everyone. We have to leave. Can't disobey orders, and besides, he's a civilian. A child of the enemy here. A few dead hangs on their head, not ours." I didn't understand what she was saying in terms of words, but I could sense the message behind it. They were leaving him. Well, if they left the boy and girl, they left me too. Kate must have realized as much. "Fine. By force if that's your choice." Another moment went by, and then Kate whistled.

The burly man in the thick gloves stuffed me into a cage, and tossed me carelessly in the back of the van. As they drove off, I fought as much as possible, until it seemed all my strength had escaped me. Then, when all hope was lost, I remembered something. My claws slid out, and I began to file away at the lock on my cage. I was determined as could be, and finally felt the door of my cage pop off. I had leaped onto the dirt path within seconds.

Free, I followed the trail back to where the camp had been. Lonely, empty dust was all I saw, except for one tent in the distance with the medical symbol on one of the flapping doors. I made my way to it as best I could, avoiding any stray pieces of shattered metal. Finally, I scurried inside, surprised by what I found. Five men laying on the floor, dusty and dirty, with a few old sheets over them. I found the boy quickly.

He was still alive, but once again, his sister was nowhere in sight. The boy coughed as I came over and greeted him, and for the first time since we'd met, he spoke to me. "They took her away, Lili. She'll be okay with them. They'll keep her safe." His voice was dry and raspy, and he was on the verge of death. The boy's eyes watered as he remembered the girl, and my heart heaved for him. I found this unacceptable.

I don't know how long I watched over him, but it was probably a good few weeks. Nobody returned for me. Nobody returned for any of the others, either. Aside from an older woman, all the others in the tent were dead or did die a few days after my arrival. The woman died the morning the boy was well enough to get up and walk. After all, we were both alive, and with the regiment, we both had people waiting for us.

We set off on our journey at sunrise the next morning.

Kin -
Sire- Unknown
Dam- Unknown
Other Relatives- Unknown
Mate- None
Offspring- None

Other – Finally finished my story, hope you like! If I win Lili, there will be a continuation to this. :D

[Kaylawolf]

Good Luck Everyone! I dont think I am going to try out for one of thies Trackers, I dont have the time. Soo good luck!

[Nimaine]

Nex, you mentioned that Tracker #30 has permantly shiny fur. Is this because the fire retardant chemical released through his skin is greasy in nature?

[DoctorDraca]

sorry to spam or something,but a few questions that involve my forum.

1.What are the tests a tracker has to go through before they are 'qualified' to become a pet/companion/worker?
2.Can you change cerrtant characteristics of a tracker to fit their porpose?
3.How strong is the average tracker(human weight,large dog weight/Pounds estimate)
4.Is there a special gland that helps 'filter' the smoke around the firefighter tracker?

1. They'll go through physical tests and training (like running, dodging, basic things) and mental tests (where the Tracker is tested on how it reacts towards certain things). They need to pass both of these.
2. I can, yes. Depending on their purpose, I can mess around in their brain to make them more mellow or active (or anything).
3. As I said before, I'm bad with weight. Besides, not every Tracker is equally strong. The stealth wouldn't be able to take down a full grown male with ease, the others would.
4. No, the process is done within the contraption that's built into his snout.

Nex, you mentioned that Tracker #30 has permantly shiny fur. Is this because the fire retardant chemical released through his skin is greasy in nature?

I wouldn't exactly call it greasy. It's more of a fire retardant gel he sweats out. The hotter it becomes, the more of this gel he''ll create.

[icarusAbstracted]

Nex, If there as a tracker that passed all the physical texts with flying colours, but it's mental test was slightly iffy. Like, it's say, slightly schizophrenic. Not dangerously, just slightly off in the head. Like, hearing voices that can make it sort of- eh, freak out. Would you release them? If not, what would happen to them? Would there be a way to fix it? Or would they just be put down. If you did decide to release them, could it be to an owner specially trained and willing to take care of the tracker? That way the tracker doesn't lose control.

This question is very random and really doesn't affect me much, I just wanted to know.

[Lil Peep♥]

Tracker Dog Application Series 10
Username:
Tracker Dog you want:no.# 31
Name you'll give it:charlotte
Reason why you want it:i have never owned one and have seen these before thought i should get one

Will it be used in any kind of story?no.
Describe its personality:helpful,

Write an introduction for your Tracker: Charlotte is one of the most helpful trackers around she love s people and was made for the war zones to help the injured

[DoctorDraca]

Nex, If there as a tracker that passed all the physical texts with flying colours, but it's mental test was slightly iffy. Like, it's say, slightly schizophrenic. Not dangerously, just slightly off in the head. Like, hearing voices that can make it sort of- eh, freak out. Would you release them? If not, what would happen to them? Would there be a way to fix it? Or would they just be put down. If you did decide to release them, could it be to an owner specially trained and willing to take care of the tracker? That way the tracker doesn't lose control.

This question is very random and really doesn't affect me much, I just wanted to know.

If a Tracker fails to pass the mental tests, then I wouldn't release it. I'd most likely try to fix it by running a few brainscans so I'd know what went wrong and then operate on it. If I know I can't fix this, I'll put it down. It seems harsh, but it's better to put it down instantly, then risk a hard and perhaps abusive life because the owner can't handle the Tracker.