Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[Zax]

I hope so, because I wrote a lot... I'll be doing artwork now. xD

[Nyxeva]

Nex, would 2.5 feet at the withers and 4 feet from head to tail be accurate for the cheetah print tracker?

[fishbait]

xXTracker Dog Application Series 11Xx


Username:
808

Tracker Dog you want:
#34

Name you'll give it:
Striker

Reason why you want it:
Well, I've been secretly stalking this thread until I saw a Tracker Dog that I clicked with. When I was looking the Available Trackers for this series, I saw the first Tracker and sighed and thought, Nothing. Then, I scrolled to the next and stared at the design, literally speechless. There was finally a click. I was pulled towards the Tracker instantly, not even bothering to see the next one -- this was it. The design is just wonderful, the blue and the yellow contrasting perfectly. The smokey effect made it even better than it already was. I would absolutely just LOVE to draw him, since I love to draw. I read the description and was a little thrown off reading that he loved crowded cities, since I hate them. But hey, a little difference is always okay. Then I read he liked the night, just like me. My mind was made up, I'm going for this one! <3

Age:
Two years and eight months

Height:
About a foot.


Will it be used in any kind of story?:
Definitely! I'm not actually a writer, but it's always fun and love to do it.

Describe its personality:

Stubbornness:
As it was said in the description, Striker is a stubborn Tracker who will do what he believes is right. He won't let anything get in his way until he finishes his job. He won't give in to something unless it is someone he can trust, even then, they have to be deadly serious.

Braveness:
Striker is extremely brave, no matter what. He will stand up for what he believes in and defend it. He will also face any enemy with little fear. Being a Tracker that scouts enemy territory when necessary, he must have these qualities. However, somethings get to Striker and make him back off. Like when he was teased by other Trackers when he was little. Or when people called him useless and dumb.

Intelligence:
Striker wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed or the dullest. He is average when it comes to the smarts, and he is fine with it.

Likes:
~ Nighttime
~ Hid and Seek
~ His job
~ The city

Dislikes:
~ Open spaces
~ The country
~ Having to do something he doesn't believe in

Relationship:
No mate, not really looking for one, either.

Theme Song:
Not Afraid - Eminem


Write an introduction for your Tracker:
(I'm just going to use a character named Grace for my introduction.)

"Grace! Lets go! We gotta train!" one of my roommates yelled. Well, we were more in a tent, not a room, but we still say roommate.
"I comin'!" I called back, quickly pulling on my training pants. I hobbled out of tent number five, quickly buttoning my pants so I wouldn't be late. The sky was still dark at the war base, being about four o' clock in the morning. I quickly walked to the training area, rubbing my eyes from my tiredness.
"Knight! Your late!" my trainer, Kober, shouted. His face was red, obviously annoyed with my lateness.
"Sorry, sir," I muttered, looking at my mud cracked boots.
Kober rolled his beady black eyes and announced, "Roll call! Listen up!" He started to call out the last names of my fellow trainees, all of them answering quickly after.
I studied the perfectly straight line we were in. I was one of the few females in the line, since the army only took a few females a year. I sighed and answered Kober when he shouted my name much more loudly than necessary.
"Now, lets start with ten laps around the track," he said, pointing to the dusty track.
I bit back a groan and followed after the others to the track, staring to jog. It was barely four-thirty and I was already running.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

After many, many hours of training, it was finally ten o' clock and time to hit the showers. I hung back behind the others, just wanting some silence after a hard day of labor. I decided to take a shortcut I found to the showers so I could grab the hot water before it was all gone. I slipped into a alley and let my eyes adjust before heading down the alley.
Suddenly, I bumped into something. I cautiously inspected it and found that it was moving! The thing snarled at me and attempted to bit at me. I jumped back quickly and avoided the lashing teeth.
This thing stepped out of the shadows and into the light. It was one of the Stealth Tracker dogs that are supposed to spy on our base!
I started to panic, but my training taught me better. I squatted down and started to pet the dog, knowing I wasn't going to get anywhere attacking it.
The Tracker rubbed his head against my body, signaling that he liked me.
I smiled, thinking this dog wasn't so bad after all. "Hey, wanna be my pet?" I asked the dog softly.
The Tracker backed away and shook his head, clearly too stubborn to abandon his mission.
I shrugged and continued down the alley, quickening my pace because most of the hot water would be gone by now. I heard footsteps behind me, when I turned around I saw the Tracker dog following me. "Are you sure you don't want to come with me?" I asked, also kind of sad to leave the hansom dog.
The Stealth dog nodded slowly, hesitant to leave, but he trusted this person instantly, knowing she would never hurt him.
I patted his head and thought aloud, "What should I name you? Vold? Xaxier?" I pondered this moment for several minutes until I got the right one and exclaimed, "I know! I'll name you Striker!"
Striker seamed pleased with his new name. Back at his own base, he was just number 34.
I smiled down and walked down the alley, knowing that if I were ever to have this dog, I would have to quite the army; and Striker would have to quite his job too. I knew we were going to be able to do it, quite are jobs that we love but still have a happy life.

Fanart:



More to come!

[↫mars↬]

Ƭяαcκɛя Ɖσɢ #34

Tracker Dog Application Series 11

Username:

Quill.

Tracker Dog you want:

Number 34

Name you'll give it:

Nightlight

Nickname:

Nili

Reason why you want it:

This tracker caught my attention right away. The colors are perfect for tracking the dangerous criminals of the big city. He will be used by various parts of the government, including the FBI, the local police department, and other private organisations.

Will it be used in any kind of story?

Yes, I plan to make a story in which the local police are hunting a strange killer, where this tracker is used to find them.

Describe its personality:

He is kind, to the victim, but if he finds the wanted man or women, he is trained to A.T.T.A.C.K. and T.R.A.C.K.

A- Always
T- Take
T- Tentative
A- Action
C- Causing
K- Khaos

T- Treat
R- Random
A- Attackers
C- Carefully, because they may be dangerous
K- Keep pedestrians safe.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

~City
Nightlight looked up from his place in front of the Sheriff's office, as the Deputy walked in with a manila folder in his hand. "Sir! We have an urgent case!" He said, standing in front of his desk. The Sheriff looked up over top of his wide rimmed glasses, "Is this case more important than the others on my desk?" He motioned to the stacks of folders around him, ranging from four to fifteen. The deputy looked at him square in the eye, "Yes sir. Some one has stolen the genetic code for all trackers." The Sheriff stood and pocketed his glasses, "Nightlight!" He called. The stealth tracker stood and walked into the office, and stood at attention. The Sheriff keeled down in front of him, and looked into his golden eyes. "There's been a situation, partner." He said, standing. "I am assigning you a new human, a specialist, to you." He growled. He only liked the Sheriff, but if his job needed to be done, it needed to be done. The man stood and went around to his desk and picked up the black phone. He diled a few numbers, and told someone to come to his office. A few moments later, a tall lady with rusty red hair and glasses walked in the door with piles of papers in her hands. She looked a bit strange to Nightlight, because she had a gun at her side and a badge, but looked like a secretary.

WIP

[briny]

Username:briny
Tracker dog name:Tobin
Tracker dog nickname:Toby

Size

Height at shoulders:4 ft.
Weight:645 lbs.
Length from nose to tail tip:8 ft.

Age

Trackers age:3

Personality

Trackers personality:
Loving:
Tobin is very loving.The number one thing he wants from you is love.
Loyal:
Tobin is very loyal.He is always at your side protacting.Tobin also is the kind of dog to take a bullet for you.
Brave:
Tobin will go enywhere at enytime.He loves to go on dangerous missions and get them done.
Strong:
Tobin is not just physically strong, and he is mentally strong to.How you ask Tobin just has a very strong personality, and I really don't know why.

Gender

Tracker gender:Male

Reasons

Reason why I want this tracker:This tracker really stood out to me.He just stole my heart at first sight and I knew that this was the one.He also fits my personality very well.Tobin's color is awsome too!
Reason for traker's name:The name comes from one of my favorite race horses.I'm not quite shure why I choose it though.

Likes and dislikes

Like:
Water
Love
Children
Working
Puzzles
Swimming
Swamps
Fish meat
Big spaces
Dislikes:
Small spaces(He is claustrophobic)
Dry places
Not working
Hatred
And that just about wraps it up

Relationship

Tracker's crush:Looking
Tracker's mate:None

Offspring

Trackers offspring:None

Parents

Tracker's mother:Unknown
Tracker's father:Unkown

Sector

Tracker's sector:Sector X13
Tracker's rank in sector:Aquatic lead

Story

Introduction for tracker:
WIP

[Limerence]

Congradulations Maroon! You have a very special Tracker on your hands.

By the way, Nex, I asked you earlier but never got an answer; What is a Tracker's main diet?

Trackers are still dogs, so they eat anything a dog eats, really.

Oh, okay. Got it. Thanks!

[Limerence]

CONGRATS MAROON!!!
Oh, lovin' the chettah-print Tracker this round. Didn't click with me as much as Whimet, so I'll stay out of the competition for now, but I'd love to see who wins that one!

Yeah, I'm gonna skip this round too. ^_^

[laces]

Tracker Dog #34 I Available until April 1st (not a joke)
Gender: Male
A Stealth that feels best at home in crowded cities. As the dark blue might suggest, he prefers to work at night. The soft yellow markings aren't noticable as long as he remains in the darkness, which he sees as his ally. He doesn't always listens to orders and does what he believes is right, yet he'll listen when he hears his handler is serious about the matter. He requires order and discipline to function properly.

Tracker Dog Application Series 11

xUsernamex

Yellowflight

xTracker Dog you want x

#34

xName you'll give it x

Still deciding, but I'll call him... Kai. Can I PM you, if I win him, maybe to change it?

xReason why you want itx

I love Stealth Trackers; they inspire me because they are different and I am different.
Kai is my favorite colors; the yellow and blue coordinate well when they are in those shades.

xWill it be used in any kind of story?x

Yes, I will PM you the progress. I will might even make it a comic if I win him and you agree.

xDescribe its personalityx

Kai is not a rebel. He learns very fast and his brain works very actively to commands. He likes a little bit of fun, and can be mischevious. Kai likes to chase down bad guys, but prefers a walk in the park more. He is peaceful, but will bite anyone who tries to touch him without being invited.

In my story, Kai is trapped by an evil man and he turns mean and will bite anyone, but he warms up to my girl character.

xWrite an introduction for your Trackerx

xKaix

I swung my head back and forth with vigor, smelling the rank air of the alley. The night shadows covered me. They wrapped around my legs, tickling my thin fur. I could see rats digging in the yellow dumpster crusted onto the alley wall. One scampered over to me cautiously and stood up on its hind legs. It bared its front teeth. I growled and showed all of my teeth, trying to look menacing. I stalked forwards to the chain-link fence and put my paws up on the cold metal.

x~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~x

I wake up curled painfully in a box. I must have dragged myself into it before I fell asleep. My muscles ache. They burn as I stand up. It must have been two weeks since I was kidnapped from the police station in Manhattan and brought to New York City. The man who did it was smelly, so I've decided to call him Smelly Sam. My throat burns and I growl at more rats. People pass by. Hours pass just like the people hurrying down the street, waving cabs down, rushing to their homes. It's rush hour.

xBrookx

"Class, this is your new classmate, Brook Holmes!" I stood in front of the whole classrom, pink tardy slip crumpled in my hand. My backpack straps dug into my shoulders. I wished Crystal was here to squeeze my hand... but she is back in Oklahoma. I am in New York City now. The whole class stared at me. "Can you tell us where you came from?" I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Finally I recovered and said nervously, "O-oklahoma." My new teacher put a hand on my shoulder. "All right. My name is Ms. Brink. You can sit by... let's see, okay, there's an empty seat by Randy, right there in the back." Oh, great! I thought. A boy. Let's see what tricks he has up his nasty little sleeve! I walked over and dropped my heavy backpack on the side of my desk. "Hi!" Randy flashed me a bright smile. I just stared. It was dazzling.

School went by fast. 6th grade was no fun without Crystal. She promised to always be my friend. We promised never to move away from each other. Guess my dad didn't know about that when he backfired at his boss for something he didn't do. I spent recess with my notebook clutched to my chest until I found a grassy spot. I sat with my back to a strong oak and sketched out different things, balls, people, other trees, anything.

Randy walked up once. He sat down next to me. "Can you draw me?" He asked. I looked at him. "Why?" It was the first word that day... and the first word I had said to him. "I want to see how you see me." Randy looked at me. His eyes were green. Wierd. I'd thought they looked brown when I came in. "Hey, want to see something after school?" He looked at me again. "I have to get home..." I stuttered. "Hey, it's fine. I live in your apartment building." Oh, great. I thought. He's stalking me. "After, I can help you guys unpack."

x~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~x

All through the rest of the school day, I caught glances from Randy from across the room. As soon as the bell rung, he rushed to me. "Ready? We'll have to take a bus." I said, "I didn't bring any m-" Randy cut me off."I have enough." Okay. I hope he's not leading me on, I thought. he walked out of the classroom door. "We'll have to walk to the nearest bus stop."

The bus ride was long and stinky. I stared out the window at the blurry shops and tall buildings as they raced by. Randy shook my arm as the bus lurched to a stop. "This is the place."

xKaix

I heard humans getting off of a bus. I hid in a dark corner. I heard them talking, too. A young boy's voice caught my ears. I swiveled them to catch the noise in their dish-like insides. "This way!" The boy said. I saw two figures crouch by the chain-link fence. "Here boy!" The boy vioce sounded. His companion, a girl, said, "Are you sure there's a dog in there?" The boy snorted. "Not a dog, a Tracker!" "What the heck is a Tracker?" The girl asked.

I decided to reveal myself. I carefully stepped onto my sore pads and came into the dimming sunlight. "Why does its tongue stick out?" The girl asked. She sounded interested. I walked to the fence, smelling the two kids. They smelled like pencil and crowded bus. "Defect. Cute, isn't he?" The boy voice replied. The girl nodded her head. "Randy, he's so mistreated. Let's tell Ms. Brink!" The girl sounded very concerned. Randy said, "Brooke, he might be wild, or he might belong to someone, and... and, I sorta want to keep him a secret." Brooke sounded disgusted. "A secret? You want to keep Kai a secret. Wow, we are totally going to save him now."

"Kai? What kind of name is that?" Randy scoffed. Brooke turned her head away. "It's his name okay?" "We never agreed on calling him Kai." Randy sounded mean. I put my nose through the fence and licked Brooke's cheek. "He likes it, see!" Brooke sounded triumphant. "Fine."
And so, my name was Kai. I was known as number-thirty-three-point-six-four in Manhattan, what I was called right after I was adopted.


xI will add more through out the week; my brain is fried. (Not anymore) x

xDone! VIOLA.x

[Aki~]

Dear Nex,

do you like to read the stories right away or do you look at them on the set date so people can make changes?

Do we need to post that we have made changes?

Do you take off a lot of points if we switch words and such?

[Lyrical_Rose]

Congrats, Maroon!
I love the Cheetah dog this round. Unfortunately, She doesn't scream out at me....I think I'll sit out this round, and either wait for the perfect Tracker, or gather my thoughts for an absolutely epic form design. I'm determined to get one.