Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[Wesley]

Good luck, everyone!

[Tiikeria]

Ninja: You'll have to wait until we have a code drop, which should be in about a week or so.

wesley: You might want to bulk up your form a bit, especially in the history section.

[Pandora Gaskarth]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number:
F19
Section
Freaks of Nature
Name:
Delmira has many names. Her true name is not one she will tell, for if anyone knew her real name they would be able to use it to make her do their bidding. She has not told a soul in so long she forgot it herself, though she knows that if she embarks on her journey of self discovery she will surely find it out. Because she had forgotten, she has named herself Delmira, also known as Delmi, meaning noble protector. In different countries she is called different things, for example;
- In Japan she is known as Maeko, meaning truth child, for anyone who lies will be punished by her.
- In Greece she is known as Calista, meaning the most beautiful, for they worship her in hope of being protected.
- In Spain she is known as Adalia, meaning of the nobility or noble, for she was often depicted as living with kings.
Breed:
Cat x Kirin
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I want this animal because she is amazing. After taking a trip to Japan as well as stopping in China and a few other asian countries earlier this year, I feel I have a connection with her asian design. I saw many statues of Kirin during my trip, and have a fascination with them. I also adore felines, so her species is perfect. When I was looking at all the designs, Delmi caught my eye with her striking and beautiful design. It is very clear that she has been well thought out as she was designed.

I will definitely order art of her. I have recently gotten a small amount of money, which will go towards purchasing DA points and C$, which will in turn get me more desirable things to pay for good art with. I also plan for her to be my muse, because I have a million ideas of tales floating around my head at this very moment while I look at her. She may end up with her own family, and may also gatecrash some other character’s histories, but for now she will remain a lone girl.

Stats
True Name:
Sajura Serenade
Fake Name:
Delmira Yuki
Known As:
Adalia Spring Blossom, Delmira Yuki, Calista Firebird, Maeko Skywatcher and many more.
Nickname(s):
Sakura, Jura, Sajura, Serenade, Sera, Delmi, Mira, Dalia, Lista, Cali, Yukiko, Truth Child.
Age:
500 Years Old
Birthdate:
Using the Gregorian Calendar, Delmira was born 13th April, 1510, approximately at 5am in the morning.
Zodiac
Western: Aries || Chinese: Unknown
Species:
Ragdoll x Kirin
Mother:
Kind Ragdoll named Kimmi, born September 23rd, 1507, died April 13th, 1510.
Father:
Rough, caring Kirin whom seemed to have no name, referred to as The Saviour or 'Dad'. Born January 2nd, 2 AD, Died unknown date.

Mental Disposition
Personality:

Silent
Delmi is quiet, to say the least. Any noise she makes is either coaxed out of her or a cry of anger. She does not speak much and is very silent in her movements. Her body language also makes her silent in a sense. It is unreadable and sometimes not even there.
Motherly
Delmi is very loving and motherly. She adores all things new and young, because they are pure and innocent. She is also motherly in the sense that she is fiercely protective.
Sweet
Delmi is very kind and sweet at times, never one to be unkind to someone pure. She is also very caring.
Mysterious
Delmi is strange looking and elusive, silent and always seeming to be somewhere one moment then gone the next. She is secretive too, not one to give away anything and leaving almost everything to the imagination. She does not speak much, leaving people always confused and in awe in her wake.
Intelligent
Delmi is very smart. When she was first born, she already had the intelligence of a human teenager and was able to observe things. She could finish any puzzles or answer any questions given to her by maturity, and some often think she has the knowledge of the world.
Observer
Delmi is able to observe and notice things others normally wouldn’t, utilizing her senses to the best of her ability.
Aggressive
Delmi is aggressive when it gets down to it. If she ever sees someone being harmed, she will step in straight away and attack.
Dangerous
Delmi is a force to be reckoned with. She can harm or tear up someone badly if they aren’t careful. Most victims don’t survive.
Deadly
Delmi is above all deadly. She can kill someone in a single swipe or a pierce of her horn. She is not to be messed with.
Mischevious
When younger Delmi would often play pranks on others around the palace she grew up in, whether it was setting fire to a beautifully crafted topiary, tripping up servants or just attacking the pet dog.
Loves Company
Despite her deadliness, she adores company and sometimes wishes she did not have to do what she does, though she knows her job is vital.
Selfless
Delmi is truly a selfless being, doing what she hates to help others.

Likes:
Youth – Youthfulness is the essence of innocence and purity. Delmi is almost obsessive when it comes to her want for purity, therefore anything young is going to be something she likes.
Purity – Something Delmi is obsessed with. Anything unpure is unfavourable.
Harmony – A hard to achieve blessing to Delmi.
Dislikes:
Change - Change is something she dislikes almost as much as death. Change takes others away from her, kills them, moves them, makes things different, new and uninviting. It is not something she believes is good.
Liars - Liars are unpure and something she will eliminate. Lying is something she dislikes, though she would much rather spare liars and just teach them a lesson than kill them, unlike others.
Hurt - Delmi hates pain and seeing others harmed. She believes it is unnessecary and should be eliminated with death. Hurt is the reason she has her job in the world, after all.
History/Background:
I remember being very small years ago. There was the feeling of cold marble against my stomach, and the scent of food, blood and creatures around me. I had no other senses, but I felt at home. My birthplace would always be my home, after all. My father told me that all different species were milling around in excitement and fear to see me being born and help, and it was a wonderful sight. Until I was actually born.

Apparently, instead of being like a normal animal child, I tore from my mother's stomach to be born and killed her. She was a mere domestic cat, beautiful and weak, and no amount of magic could save her. Though my father said it was not my fault, the grief is forever on my shoulders, weighing me down. After my mother was confirmed dead, apparently they found me cowering under a bed, my eyes wide open but blind. I had walked away from the fuss and hidden under the bed. Though grief had taken over my father by that time, I suspect, he told me he had found my actions rather funny, and they had made him smile for a moment. He still had me, I suppose, even if his mate was gone.

I grew up in an imperial palace in Xiang, cared for by the staff and my father. It was a disjointed relationship, with him always out doing his 'job', unknown to me, and I causing mischief that made many a staff member quit. I remember a kind young girl who called me her pet of sorts - she was part of the emperor's family and was very educated but also a bit greedy. She had demanded me since I had been born, but had grown accustomed to saying I was hers but knowing it was a lie - she would teach me everything. She taught me how to read and write, and tried to teach me how to spin silk - though sadly that didn't work out. Imagine silk covering the room with me tangled up in it - and many other things. Apparently I was 'the student from Hell who learnt very well' according to her. We were quite close, but one day she had a reunion with the emperors family at his palace and she never returned. I remember her sweet smiling face, but her name has slipped my memory through the centuries. Sadly I know she isn't still in this world, or at least in the form I knew her as.

____

My life is one with a purpose. I was sent out to find knowledge, wisdom and peace. The knowledge and wisdom came with travelling, but to find peace...it was rare. In the end I decided finding peace would not be easy, and I gave up. The news of my father's death from halfway across the world 50 years after my birth confirmed that peace on Earth did not exist, and I become an introvert of sorts. I retreated away from the humans, finding my solace in the ancient Aztec world; forests, ruins of monuments, and rich beauty. I had truly found peace.

But then, people came looking for me. They'd heard myths, wanted my power, were greedy and brutish. Yet another adventure began, and I had to take part in it.
Art:
None
Other:

[Last Step]

I am looking to adopt...
Image:
Kennel number: P101
Name: Alexander Reeds
Species: Feline- Cat- Felius Catus
Breed: Abyssinian
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I love his natural colors. As a cat owner I think it'd be in my right mind to own a cat character. It's not the only reason, but it's one. I'm going be writing a story soon and I've been looking for characters to add to it and I love this cat. He'll get and receive art from both me and others. In my spare time I like to traditionally draw my characters and fursona, He won't go to waste, I'm using each and every character I have now. He will find a mate later, she'll have to be naturally designed though. I'm really intent on trying for this cat.
Personality: Alexander is a quiet, tranquil, mysterious cat who doesn't speak often. He does not enjoy the company of other animals, but has a soft spot for the young. He goes out of his way just to avoid contact with any other living thing. He’s a quiet focused male. He does what he needs to do and gets it done with ease. Most people and animals who know or who’ve had contact with Alexander believes he has no emotions or soul, but deep inside he hides the things that may make him seem weak to others. He’s fierce in battle and usually has no remorse for anything he does or that happens. Alexander is just completely serious and quiet through and through.
Likes:
Peace: Being a tranquil animal, Alexander loves his peace. He feels that violence isn’t the only way out of things. He knows this to be true. He prefers to talk things out before you go out into battle.

Quiet: No noise helps Alexander focus. He’s always intent on getting what he needs to; done, but loud animals and noises completely interrupt and ruin his concentration.

Fish: He hunts to feed himself and fish is his favorite. Different fish are eaten and he finds the taste to be delighting. It helps him calm his nerves.

Young Animals: Baby animals are wonderful to Alexander. They help him be calm. To him they’re funny and adorable. They make him smile and laugh, which are things he usually never does.

Training: Alexander is always preparing for a fight. There’s never a day in his life that he doesn’t train. He uses plants and trees as practice, he’s usually calm during these ‘training sessions’. He never has a problem and is usually successful, getting a good amount of training in before the day ends.
Dislikes:
Loud Noises: Loud noises ruin and interrupt Alexander. He likes his peace and quiet so that he can focus on hunting and training.

Being Bothered: Other animals are usually an annoyance, Alexander finds most of them quite senseless. They are noise that Alexander doesn’t like. He usually ignores those who try to engage in a friendly conversation.

Morning: In daylight he can be spotted easily and he doesn’t like when other look at him. It bothers him and he feels like they’re trying to see the true him that he refuses to reveal.

Sleeping: Sleeping is quite boring to him. He does get his needed amount, but other than that Alexander is usually traveling, training, or hunting.

Flirtatious Females: Flirty females are just to much for poor little Alexander, the way they rub up against him as a desperate attempt to attract him as a potential mate. Don’t get him wrong, he wants kits, but he’s waiting for the right female to cross his path.
History/Background: Alexander woke up, not knowing of the night that he’d missed sleeping in a hidden area of the den. He blinked his little light blue eyes and gave a wide yawn and stretch. Suddenly he caught a scent. Blood…. “Maybe time it’s time for breakfast,” he meowed to himself. Alexander was unaware of the sight that he’d witness as he’d entered the front of his den. The little kit stared blankly at the surroundings. Blood stained everywhere; three heaps of fur lay in separate areas with little scraps of fur all around then. “Mum,” he meowed in a weak tone. He approached each heap and tried to see if they were still warm, all were cold, ice cold. He backed out of his den and turned. As he did so, he watched a large black cat slink away laughing evilly. Aethio was terrified; he ran and ran scared to death. What could he do? Where would he go? What would happen to him? He wasn’t sure why the tom would kill his family, but a later meeting would reveal his answer.

Alexander flexed his muscles as he pounced. He was now a young adult cat around the age of two. He picked up the mouse he just killed and took it off to eat in a tree. He sighed, “Why,” he said as he began to eat. The mouse was thin, and wasn’t to tasty either. With one angry paw slap he sent the rest out of the tree and out the forest floor. He climbed out of the tree eager to eat the fish from the nearby river. As he walked he practiced slashing trees and plants. Leaping on and off rocks. The nighttime scents filled his nose. One familiar scent, he couldn’t tell who, but knew it wasn’t good. The tom raced along eager to confront the owner of the scent. The black tom, who had slain his family. He sat in the tree, we meet again young kit, the tom hissed. Alexander growled, “You.” “I bet your wondering why I did such a terrible thing all those years ago. You see I loved your mother, but she ran off with that lousy tom. She had you and then your sister came along. My son, I was protecting you, from what your step-father had in store for you, he knew you weren’t his kit and he’d planned to exterminate you. Your mother was going to let, and your sister offered to help to. They all plotted against you, my son, why destroy my only son.” He meowed. “Why should I believe you, how do I know it’s true,” Alexander hissed.
“Think back young one, why would I destroy them and not you, your ‘father’ had always refused to play with you. I watched from the shadows, it was for your own good,” The black cat added slyly, he jumped down from the tree and stood face to face with Alexander and padded over to the base of the tree. He dipped a single toe into something and limped back over to Alexander not wanting the stuff to fall onto the ground. He started to draw on Alexander. These are the markings a cat from my extinct tribe, you give them to the male kits that have reached tom hood. Alexander let him finish. “Won’t this wash off,” he asked. “No, it won’t,” the black tom meowed. Alexander and the tom stood there talking. Alexander wasn’t sure whether he could believe the older cat, but he guessed it could be possible. With a night with his possible father Alexander was off in the morning.
Art: Please excuse my Digital Art. My traditional art is much better.
Other: If won he’ll be posted on my character thread and I’ll start the story I’ll be writing and I’ll be making an art contest soon. His Favorite color is Sea-Green.

[! october]

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[iPawki]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:

Kennel number:
P25

Name:
Seaglass

Breed:
Cat

Gender:
Female

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
She's quite pretty, and her design is original. I like her simple accessories, and her relation to the ocean. The seaweed on her tail, the sand, and the waves go along perfectly, whereas I think that her expression seems to blend in with the design. I like how she holds a completely relaxed, nonchalant posture, but at the same time I see her as defiant. Her charm bracelet is adorable, too. I do plan on drawing her, if I have the time, and I do plan on getting art for her. I'll post her on my character thread, of course, and I would be honored to be able to adopt her. <3

Personality:
[There they were, two men speaking at a table in a empty tavern. They sat, one holding a mug filled with a frothy beverage, the other leaning back in his wooden chair. The first spoke in a whisper, as though afraid someone was listening. "She's got a mighty big reputation, that one. Heard she's rather... controversial - tends to change her mind a lot." The other let out a hearty laugh, making no attempt to conceal his voice. "Whaddaya 'xpect? She's a queen!" The first man swallowed a third of his drink and shook his head calmly, his fingers tightening around the mug - "No... this type of child, her personality makes her dangerous, 'n' that's never good." The other chuckled, but was slightly silenced by his companion's words. "You don't say..."]

Seaglass was a queen - and, well, she enjoyed to be treated as one.
She had a lot of power, and she liked it that way.

The general consensus was that Seaglass was pompous, vain, too lazy to really do much for the vast, underwater kingdom that she had brought to life - and yet, most ignored what she had truly done for the world. She was vain, yes, but she knew when to do the right things.

relaxed - free from tension and anxiety
Although her moods change constantly, Seaglass tends to act impassive; she finds it necessary to not show her surprise, her anger, or even her happiness. Excluding her dangerous, imposing image, many people view her as a laid-back ruler.
"just like the sea on calm days..."

dangerous - likely to cause harm
Seaglass's dangerous side is well-known; she's quick to leap to punishment [but of course, she will listen to both sides of an argument]. She's the type of person who you should try to avoid, one that you should obey. Seaglass has had her fair share of bitter memories and moments, and with her rise to power has come along a bitter rule.
""just like the sea on stormy days..."

Seaglass shows almost nothing of her personality, or her pain, for that matter, to the rest of the world. Her kingdom has always known her as a dangerous, deadly person, one who is selfish, one who cares only for herself. In reality, Seaglass does stand with vanity and pride, yet at the same time she has done miracles for the world [and she is proud of this, of course].

Likes:
Her favorite color, evidently blue, soothed her on stressful days. The sea held its treasures, and many of these were things that Seaglass liked-- shells, pearls, treasures.

She also liked power, and being feared; Seaglass liked knowing that she was in charge.

Dislikes:
[A tall, pale man had appeared by the door, looking flustered. "Your Highness... a mob has gathered outside the palace." His mermaid tail, covered with gray scales, flicked around as he swam on spot. The queen, undisturbed, smiled, her eyes flickering with warm light. "I am aware." The man, in the same, breathless tone-- "You aren't going to do anything about this?" "Of course not. We will see to this later." Then-- "They should know better than to defy the queen."]

Rebels; what nuisances. Seaglass disliked their loud, angry shouts and their plaintive personalities, and she would have gladly done away with them if it hadn't been for the fact that soon after more would be born.

Another general dislike of hers was boats, especially the large, passenger ones. With their roaring engines they came and went, and they always left something nasty for her to clean up. Boats that came to fish annoyed her to no end, too, as they disturbed most people undersea.

History/Background:
A true underwater palace is different than those in a general fairy tale.
This one was of a sleek, shiny silver; aquatic plants grew around its base, their color an ugly shade of green and brown. The palace seemed to be in decay, but all in all it held a certain elegance; pale, pink pearls, barely visible, crowned the palace's roof, while the dark windows were outlined with gold.

There was a quiet chill in the kingdom that day; a certain hush had fallen over the palace and the houses that surrounded it.

Seaglass was born.

The kingdom had been holding its breath, awaiting, hoping for good news; Seaglass's parents were well respected, good leaders.

In the end, Seaglass's mother died giving birth to her.
Her father died years later, when she was only seven, and thus she became queen.

She was inexperienced, and so her "counselors" seemed to direct the country. When she was around sixteen years old, she began her true reign and the world fell back into terror. Seaglass led rich men to the streets, and soon poverty was common in her kingdom.

Her story is a short one;
she had no children, no family. Seaglass had taken the lives of many people, but she had saved her world multiple times from other forces. Her reputation was nasty, but it was revelant.

Seaglass was a queen, after all. She liked to be treated as one.

Other:

[Pooka.]

Just curious, but about when will the next code drop be?

[! october]

Just curious, but about when will the next code drop be?

It is scheduled to be held this Saturday at 9:00 PM EST. c:

[Pooka.]

Alright, thank you. ^^

[Memories]

I'd like to withdraw P1, please.