-Applicant Information-
Name: His_teddy_bearZver you want: CC7323What do you want him?: His personality base calls to me, and I love how it fit’s the new lineart perfectly! I love the splashes of blue on his pelt, and think he’d be a great addition to my CS adoptables family.What will you do with him if you win?: He’ll definitely join Duncan in the Zver roleplay. I’ll probably write about him, I don’t know for sure yet.-Basics-
Name: TrystanAge: Fairly young at a year and a half.Gender: MaleSpecies: ZverNote: Possibly the biggest drama king you’ll ever meet. He often enjoys playing dead and being melodramatic whenever possible so he can get his way. Don’t be fooled by his tricks, he’s smart enough to know how to use even the slightest distraction to his advantage.-Family-
Parents: UnknownGrandparents: UnknownSiblings: UnknownAunts & Uncles: UnknownNieces & Nephews: UnknownCousins: UnknownChildren: NoneGrandkids: None-Appearance-
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Coat: Black base with purple stripes going down his back and tail. Blue swirl on his shoulder helps offset the purple, as well as his blue toes. Eye color: MagentaSize: Large, like a large wildcatBuild: Muscular, but slender.Picture:
-Love-
Crushes: NoneMates/Spouse: NoneStatus: SinglePreference: Females-How I act-
Personality: Trystan is a huge drama king. He adores attention and will do anything to get that attention. When he doesn’t get his way, Trystan has tendancy to throw himself to the ground and make the most pitiful noise most have ever heard. If that doesn’t work, he will steadily get more and more pitiful until he can’t anymore. Once he reaches that point, he will slink off to be alone. Often times during his temper tantrums, he will keep his eyes open for an opportunity to take advantage of the person who caused it.
When he isn’t throwing temper tantrums, Trystan is a joy to be around. He is friendly and funny, although he doesn’t intend to be amusing. He loves the company of humans, even the scientists and their needles. He loves to roll around in his blankets for some reason, which is highly amusing to others.
Trystan is extremely inquisitive, and often times can be found roaming the examination room that the scientists take him to for shots and medical care. Everything interests him, especially if it possesses any shiny qualities. If an object makes noise and he gets his paws on it, he will hide it in his pen and use it to amuse himself late at night. When the scientists take that object away from him, he goes back into major meltdown mode again.
He hates to be ignored, and often times will throw himself to the ground, whimpering and whining if someone doesn’t at least greet him. His cries echo down the halls, often amusing the scientists who work there, much to his chagrin.
Trystan’s personality changes as often as his interests, so beware when you’re interacting with this Zver.Usual Mood: Melodramatic-What do I think of you?-
Trystan loves being around people, even if it means he becomes the laughing stock like he normally does. He does have his moody moments, however.-Other information-
Favorite Color: The blue that coats his pawsVoice: Deep bark, high whine-A Day In The Life-
Why are they doing this to me?!
I rolled my eyes, watching as the striking black, blue and purple Zver threw himself onto the floor with a pitiful whine. I looked down at the bowl in my hand, the trigger for this melodramatic moment. I locked the pen and walked down the hallway, tossing the bowl into the sink with the rest of the empty food bowls. Cc7323’s cries rang down the hall after me, drawing laughter from myself and the other scientists there. The only response we got from the Zver was a low growl and then silence, followed by a thump. We all laughed again at his now silent temper tantrum as our daily duties came to a close.
How dare they laugh at me?! It’s not funny. I want my bowl back. I sighed and wrapped myself further in my blanket, moaning pitifully. Nothing. They probably wouldn’t care if I died. Hmmph. I want my bowl. They took my bowl. Hmmph! Fine. I‘ll take their keys.As I locked the doors to the section of the labs that housed the Zvers, cc7323 let out the most pitiful yelp I’d ever heard from a Zver. I glanced down the row of pens to see a black muzzle pressed between the bars. He let out another whine sounding like he was in pain, making me hesitate. The Zver was notorious for faking injuries to lure people to his pen, but if he actually was injured and I ignored it, Metta would have my head on a platter. I sighed, then made my way down the hall, keys in my hand. I stopped in front of the pen, looking at the Zver, who was favoring a forepaw. “How did you manage to hurt yourself? You were in your pen all day!” He didn’t respond, just stared up at me with those big magenta optics. I sighed and pulled out my radio to call the vet.
"Dr. Lysoand, CC7323 seems to be injured." "Alright, I'm on my way over." I turned my radio volume back down and leaned against the wall, waiting for the doctor.
It worked. She thinks my paw is hurt. Now I wait for the v-e-t. I will get those shiny shiny keys.I sighed and paced, waiting for the vet, my eyes on the injured Zver. Everytime his paw touched the floor of his pen, a soft whine rose from his throat. Finally I heard the buzzer that signified that someone else was at the labratory and I made my way towards the heavy doors that allowed people to enter the Zvers corrider. Pushing the door open, I let the doctor in, smiling as she greeted me. "Where is the injured Zver?" I gestured down the hall of pens, laughing slightly. "He'll be the one with the most pitiful expression on his face." She nodded and made her way down the hall, stopping in front of the pen. "Ah, CC7327, my little drama king. What's wrong with you this time?" The zver lifted his injured paw and whined again, his magenta eyes absolutely pitiful. "Close off all of the exits. I'm going to take him out of this pen, and if he's faking, he'll make a run for it." I nodded, turning and slamming shut the heavy metal doors that marked the only two exits from the Zver hall.
No! No no no no no! Don't shut those doors! Dang...now what am I going to do? Hmmph. Lady, stop touching me. I'm fine. Stop. STOP!As the vet massaged his paw, CC7323 slowly became more and more agitated, baring his teeth and growling low in his throat. I shook my head as the vet dropped his paw and stepped back, slamming the door closed. "Another faked injury, CC7323? I think we need to put him in the basement, Sylvia." I nodded, then radioed Metta, my eyes on the sulking Zver.
Basement? Great...now my chances of escaping are slim to none. Hmmph. I'll figure something out.
Eventually.