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[Tripp]

If someone would PM me all the current forms done or not to the Agency account now, I'd get the Code Drop done tonight...However if another Agency member would help me out somehow....that would be great.
Edit: Or I could just help Tripp. :V

totally up to you if you want to help :]

[June Bug]

-Flaildies- Sorry guys. D: Today was the first of those dreaded seven days so I've been avoiding my laptop. :C I'll likely only be on for another hour or so (the thing is getting all hot and making me very uncomfortable xP ).

[The Agency]

Nightingale~ + Wolfie<3 - need to see proof of permission.

roguemoonwolf Isaac- permission needed

Nightingale~ + Wolfie<3 - need to see proof of permission.

roguemoonwolf Isaac- permission needed
Fluttershy-permission needed

Pet's ID Tag:2

Name You'd Choose for It: Rexus
Gender: Female

Reason You Want It: I've noticed this girl a while back, during her first revamp time. I knew I had to have her, but... I have a lot of characters. Honestly, after a while, I knew I had to give in. I was surprised though. This revamp made her that much more adorable-I'd never noticed it before. She connects with me, you know? I feel her on a deeper level than attractiveness. She's... Sweet. Thanks so much for this chance, I appreciate it.

Joy

History/Background/Other:

I was always in the scene.

I was the life of the party, the night and day of every club. I was exactly who everyone wanted to be, and exactly who everyone wanted to love, exactly the person who everyone wanted to be with 24/7. Then I got sick of it.

When I was little, every night my mom would take me to clubs. "Rexus," she told me, "You were born to be here." I remember looking around at the bars and DJs and wondering what on earth she could see in this place. But she'd always loved to be there, so, I dealt as long as I could. She was "special" with the bar owner, so even as a small pup, I'd been allowed to be there and there was never a single complaint. I guess since mom never worked, she always found a reason to bring me along with her. "It's easier," she explained to me. "I don't need to leave you alone."

I guess since I was so used to it, I'd always had a longing, a home, for the club.


I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Pet's ID Tag: 14
Image of pet ??? How do I get it..?
Name You'd Choose for It: Lyric, Lyra (prefrebly Lyric)
Gender: Fea
Reason You Want It: Role-Play purposes. Who knows, she'll probably become my fersona!
History/Background/Other:
Lyric was born to a Creamello mare by the name of Kaira. A kind-hearted soul she was... always going out of her way to help others. When she was at least a month old, the herd of brumby's were hunted, and she was captured by the humans and raised in a ranch to be a jumps racer, during which time a rather spite-ful teenaged girl took her on-bord as her own. Beaten into obediance and over-fed, she was hyped up and shaky. This ended up with many broken bones for the girl, and she was sold onto a station. There she broke her leg while she was taught to muster, and the station owner's right hand man nursed her back to health. He fell in love with the mare, and she quietened down on the right amount of feeding and just a little too much love. They worked as one until she was at least 4 years old. There wasn't a night gone by when she was alone... he never left her side, nor did she leave his. Then it was one day, when he never came out in the morning for her usual ride and brush-down... days were spent as she stood patiently in her deteriorating stall... waiting. Weeks turned to months, and for over half a year she waited... un-touched by human hands. With her scar from her broken leg, she was unable to be sold, and without any other human to ride her, she hardly ever saw the light of day... Then the wild brumby came for her... and she found a new kind of love. Not one held for the kind of man, but one that brought two of her own kind together... her mate. He took her away and taught her the wild ways, and for an entire happy year, she stayed there. And then, like the rest, he passed from her life... taken by the rage of the bushfires... and once more, like before, she was left alone... wandering on to find her own place in this strange and unfair world.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Pet's ID Tag:
#15

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Name You'd Choose for It:
Plum

Gender:
Female

Reason You Want It:
Her colors look beautiful on her and I just love the simple design. <3 The colors are perfect-- I love the purple, and the other colors compliment her wonderfully. I fell in love with her the moment I saw her, and I had to write down a form for her.

Personality:
Plum has a very care-free and hyper personality; she is known to always be smiling. Plum is a lot like a firefly in the sense that she's always moving around. On the other hand, she's a quiet person when it comes to talking. She could be considered as a good friend, of course; she's loyal to a certain point, and she's always the one to put up patiently with you, yet at the same time her friends scold her for being occasionally immature. Plum is used to being the one with most problems, due to being "homeless", so her view of the world is much more different, much more imaginary.

History:
Plum wasn't born like a normal child was; she was a representation of a city at night-- she born from the street-lamps' gentle glow and the overwhelming darkness that swallowed the stars at night. She isn't a real person, much more something visionary, yet she still considers herself as a true being. Plum doesn't have a family, obviously, but it doesn't matter to her; she's easy-going enough not to really care.

On the other hand, any child can see her and talk to her. Plum's a little bit lost in the sense that she doesn't have a true home. Instead, she roams the streets of a crowded city, invisible to most.

All in all, she's a lot like a little spirit (a city spirit, of course); she flutters around carelessly, her mouth always etched into a pretty smile.

Permission.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Pet's ID Tag: 16

Name You'd Choose for It: Comatose
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: The reason I would want this pet because it reminds me of one of my favorite songs, Comatose by Skillet. I think the song's idea fits his character/design pretty well and would be an ideal name if I had to choose one. His/Her markings speak of a harsh life, and I respect some good rough-it-out artwork. But, most of all, I really love the wings. To me wings signify the thin veil between heaven and hell and its demons and angels; it signifies courage and bravery and that everything is close; and yet so far away.
History/Background/Other: I believe, and not by making this up, but how he looks, that this character has had a hard life. He/She seems to be some sort of assassin warrior long ago exiled for some sort of crime they were framed for. A dark prince/princess coming to reclaim the throne from an evil step-mother. This is only the start of stories I could write, just by how they look. Elegant legs, and a long bushy tail. A mysteriuos scar over the eye, good material for a question everyone wants to ask: How did you get it? Well, what planet does a red canine with wings come from? Better said than answered. Maybe better left unanswered.
"His dark soul had seemed to rise from the ground in a cloud of grey smoke, wings spread wide...." Comatose, or nicknamed Comas, has had a life that could or could not have a happy end. He has a very quiet personality, with an insecure soul and a heart that just wants to be loved.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Yes.

WIP

Adoptions are open, right? I couldn't resist this little one any longer. X3

Pet's ID Tag: #36
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Name You'd Choose for It: Winifred (if the name can be changed)
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I've been lurking around the Agency quite a bit over the past few weeks, and this little kitten really caught my eye. After a couple of weeks, she was still here and I found I was even more drawn to her than before, so I decided it was about time I put in an application for her. :3 I love how her design and colours are 100% natural and yet distinctive, with the understated colours combined with deep green eyes, snowy white paws and the little white blaze on her face, and she looks like she has such a lively charm to her, a mischievously playful nature combined with a bright intelligence and a kind heart. She’s also a perfect match for my cat character Sinjon, who’s been in need of a family of his own – Sinjon never really fit anywhere with my other characters and has been in a bit of a limbo state for quite some time, but Winifred/Malika clicked instantly with him and a home materialized around the two of them and their interactions.

Personality
Winifred is a very bright sort of cat, the kind that enjoys following people about and conversing with them in little mews and chirps, will never pass up a chance to chase dust motes in the sunshine, and will leave no paper bag unexplored. Few things escape her notice in the household, and she’s insatiably curious about all things. A crumpled piece of paper will entertain her for hours as she chases it through her own invented world in the livingroom, where couches transform into rugged mountains, carpets become fields of waving savannah grass, and curtains change into mighty sequoias to be scaled. Through this imagined landscape, Winifred – or Freddie, as her brother Sinjon calls her – will stalk her paper antelopes and pursue the lightning-fast stringboks, occasionally capturing her prey and dragging it to the top of the curtains to be leisurely shredded. This particular habit of hers is a continual source of both amusement and frustration to her owner, George, who often returns home to find the curtains festooned with shreds of paper and bits of string or feathers, the spoils of Winifred’s day of hunting.

Life isn’t all about big game hunting for Winifred though – she has her quieter moments where she’s content to simply curl up with Sinjon in the sunlight or splash her paws in the pond out back, and whenever George is working at his computer, she is sure to perch on his lap and keep him company. Sometimes she even helps him out with it, standing up so she can paw at the keyboard or poke at that pesky mouse pointer on the screen. This sometimes results in people receiving emails from George that include things like “and the tectonic movement of the placxiklj54lkfv m,fds9qwxc’[p”, but George doesn’t mind.

The only thing that can seriously ruffle Winifred’s composure is thunder, which never fails to send her and Sinjon rocketing under the bed with their tails puffed and ears flattened, and the two will remain in that dark haven until the last rumble has faded away and it’s once again safe for felinity to emerge. Apart from that booming menace, the two cats lead a happy and content life in their peaceful cottage home.

History/Background/Other:
Winifred was born on a sunny afternoon in a basket of fresh laundry with her brother Sinjon. Their mother was Millie, a purebred Bengal, while their father was the swaggering tabby tom down the street, Percy, who had a particular knack for finding open windows. Though their arrival came as a shock to Millie’s elderly owner, Mrs. Bernard, she was nonetheless pleased to have kittens from her beloved pet, and she made sure the two tiny kittens got the best of everything as they grew into boisterous young cats. However, much though she adored them, it was clear that her small house was insufficient to contain the energy of two growing kittens, and both she and Millie began to feel quite frazzled from constantly keeping an eye on the two.

While Sinjon was a quiet and rather polite youngster who took very much after his mother, Winifred was more like her adventurous father, always getting into everything, constantly investigating every nook and cranny, and finding her way to the tops of cupboards and underneath counters. More than once, Mrs. Bernard had to climb up on a chair to pluck Winifred from some high-up place or call her nephew to rescue the kitten from inside the wall she had managed to squeeze into. Finally it was decided that the kittens needed someone with more time and energy to keep up with them, and so Winifred and Sinjon found themselves being tucked into a cardboard box with their blanket and some favourite toys by a rather tearful Mrs. Bernard. The box was gently placed in the back seat of a car, and after a somewhat bumpy ride down a long gravel road, the two kittens arrived at their new home.

Sinjon was too worried about the whole thing to even come out of the box at first, preferring to stay in the warm mother-scented safety of his blanket, but Winifred poked her head out as soon as the string holding the box closed was untied, gazing around as she pulled herself out of the box. The house was small, more of a cottage, really, but the sunlit windows were broad and the floorplan open, with plenty of space for a cat to careen around the furniture, and there was a neatly-kept fireplace in the corner that promised a warm place to curl up in the evenings. “Hello, there, little miss,” said a friendly human voice, and Winifred turned to eye up her new human appraisingly. He was tall and grey-haired with kindly eyes and a distinct air of bachelorhood, and his shoulders looked just right for a cat to be draped over. Deciding there was no time like the present to test her hypothesis, Winifred padded over to where he was crouched beside the box and stretched her paws up to his knee. With a brief waggle of her rear quarters and a short jump, she launched herself up to his shoulders and settled herself over them, shifting around a little to get comfortable and letting her paws dangle down on either side. Yes, they were indeed just right, she decided with a purr of contentment. The human chuckled and gave her tail a playful light tug before standing carefully, keeping his hand near her to make sure she didn’t fall, and walking into the tiny kitchen, where two cat bowls were waiting to be filled. “Would you like a bit of chicken with your supper?” the human asked her, and Winifred squinted with satisfaction – yep, this one would definitely do.

The two kittens were soon settled in with their new owner, whose name was George, and they have grown into fine young cats. The cottage provides them with ample opportunities to explore its tree-filled yard and the large pond in the back filled with frogs and brightly-coloured koi, which Winifred loves to watch and paw at but never harms – she reserves her claws for paper and balls of aluminium foil, as well as the occasional curtain. Inside the cottage, she is most often found tearing around in pursuit of her latest toy or bauble, although she loves to curl up with Sinjon in their basket in the sunniest window, lounge on top of the curtain-rods, or bury herself in the laundry when it’s fresh out of the dryer, leaving only her eyes and two ears peeking out from underneath it. In the evenings, she and Sinjon sit with George on the couch watching television or just enjoying the fire in the colder months, with Sinjon on his lap and Winifred wrapped over his shoulders, just as she was on her first day with him.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Yes, indeed. :3

OH! I've fallen in love with this girl! ;3




Don't try to explain your mind
I know what's happening here
One minute, it's love
And, suddenly, it's like a battlefield

One word turns into a
Why is it the smallest things that tear us down
My world's nothing when you're gone
I'm out here without a shield - can't go back, now

Both hands tied behind my back for nothing, oh, no
These times when we climb so fast to fall, again
Why we gotta fall for it, now...

Chorus:
I never meant to start a war
You know, I never wanna hurt you
Don't even know we're fighting for
Why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield
Why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield
Why does love always feel like

Can't swallow our pride
Neither of us wanna raise that flag, mmm
If we can't surrender
Then, we're both gonna lose we have, oh, no

Both hands tied behind my back for nothing (nothing), oh, no
These times when we climb so fast to fall, again
I don't wanna fall for it, now...

Chorus.
Better go and get your armor (get your armor), get your armor (get your armor)
I guess you better go and get your armor (get your armor), get your armor (get your armor)
I guess you better go and get your

We could pretend that we are friends, tonight (oh)
And, in the morning, we wake up, and we'd be alright
'Cause, baby, we don't have to fight
And I don't want this love to feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield
Why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield
I guess you better go and get your armor...

Chorus.
I guess you better go and get your armor (get your armor), get your armor (get your armor)
I guess you better go and get your armor (get your armor), get your armor (get your armor)
Why does love always feel like (oh, oh)
Why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield

I never meant to start a war
Don't even know what we're fighting for
I never meant to start a war
Don't even know what we're fighting for...


Pet's ID Tag: Kennel #70
Name You'd Choose for It:Terra Divum
Gender:Female
Reason You Want It: The truth is, she's beautiful and unlike anything I've ever seen before. I'd never owned a Griffin before, but am highly intrigued with this mythical species, and would love to be the proud owner of Terra.
History/Background/Other:

Many people believe that the mythical griffin spends it's day flying about in the sunset streaked sky, at peace with the world. They believe, it was born and bred, for the sole purpose of breeding and carrying on the griffin gene.


I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

WIP, I'm finishing it on word, will post once done! ;3

Pet's ID Tag: 76
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Name You'd Choose for It: Galadriel
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: Her design is simple, so that it will be easy for me to draw, and yet is so complex, with all of the shading and dapples. It reminds me of the days in the summer, when I go to a empty lot by my house, and just lay under the trees and sing my heart out. She is named after the Lady Galadriel, a elf queen in "The Lord of the Rings." Her names means: galadh=tree, riel'=crowned maiden
History/Background/OtherPersonality: (Sorry, I'm not much of a storyteller, even my fursona does not have a background story; without good inspiration, my story's are terrible.)
Galadriel is a calm and gentle girl who is very in touch with the world around her. She loves nature, and instead of being found with other dogs, she is often found wandering the forest, softly singing to herself and watching nature around her. Her parents are unknown, for she was found by Rai, who raised her as his own. Her singing is mesmerizing, and yet she has one flaw, at least in her own eyes: she is extremely shy around boys, and often tries to avoid them, in hopes of escaping a awkward situation.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Yes, and she will be one of my most prized characters.

Pet's ID Tag:

Kennel #81

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Name You'd Choose for It:

Halithersis

Gender:

Male

Reason You Want It:

I was browsing the kennels to do some revamps the other day, and my eyes fell on this boy. I got a small glimpse of a story with him, but decided to ignore him, as to be honest, I am in no search for characters of any shape or form. There is, however, absolutely no fault I can find with this one other than the fact that he is so unloved in his kennel. Even the requirement that he has to remain blind is absolutely perfect for the story I have in mind. He simply screams his purpose, and he would fit in perfectly with my spirit real characters as the watcher, or seer of the lot.

History/Background/Other:

Species

Spirit Dog

Age

Unknown

It is said that he has been around since the world was created.

Personality/Background

An eerie glow covers this mutt from head to toe, his blank, deep eyes giving chills to even the most heartless of demons despite his inability to see. Halithersis, or Hal for short, lives alone at the peak of Mt. Olympus, at the realm of the fallen gods of the old age, where he says that he can connect more with the spirits of nature, as well as escape the chaos and self inflicted pain of the mortal races that plague the earth. Unable to take on eternal rest, Halithersis has been the adviser of many a demon, angel, and spirit that comes to him for aid. Unfortunately, due to his young and animal physic, looking no older than a two month old pup, his advise more often than not falls to deaf ears, and his sight of the future ends in mockery of how a blind dog would never be able to predict anything further than the time his food is being served. As a result of this mockery of the seer, great wars have broken out, and grand empires have fallen to ruin.

To the few who know him and have shared a longer portion of his immortal life with him, Halithersis is a creature of strong character, and of a bitter, sarcastic and rather grouchy nature, with a sadistic sense of humor. Needless to say, Akhlut and the seer have been friends for as long as they have met, as while Akhlut is eternally violent and in seek of blood and revenge for his fallen Clan, their enjoyment of seeing the mortal races suffer bind them together, much to Anubis's distaste. Death's familiar much prefers calmer creatures, and despite being a bringer of death, like Halithersis, he stands on neutral ground, but without the rather disturbing taste for blood the glowing eyed blind one has. Hal's taste for blood comes from his constant disappointment in those who seek his help's mockery. When his advice is turned down, the blind dog will turn to Anubis, and relish in the news of a massive recollection of souls, a wicked grin on his face as he prefers to think that these inevitable breakouts of famine and pain are karma punishing those who do not give him the respect he so rightfully deserves.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Permission here.

Pet's ID Tag: 84
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Name You'd Choose for It: Senki
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I've been stalking the Agency thread for awhile looking for a new victim heroine for a story. I'm in the need for a few more characters to keep my writing vibe going (I'm starting to run out of ideas for my current ones) and I have a feeling Senki is just the character I'm looking for.
History/Background/Other:
Age: Animal - 13 Months, Human - 14 years (Her human age will stop at 18 after she reaches adulthood)
Personality: Senki is a jokester: she loves cracking jokes, playing tricks and having a few good laughs with friends. She tends to be very nice to the people around her: that is, until you get her mad. If you make her mad enough you'd be surprised at how this sweet, innocent girl could turn into a cruel heartless monster. Thankfully it takes a lot to anger her and it is next to impossible to get her to that point. She loves being surrounded by people: it makes her feel secure and safe and she cannot stand being alone. This is because she is afraid of being abandoned and tries to cling to the people she cares about; due to this fear she tends to make people frustrated and annoyed at her. She is afraid of water too, and the only time she likes touching it is when she is drinking it: other then that she avoids it like the plauge.
Likes: Being with people, venison meatballs, sunny days, and making people laugh
Dislikes: Being alone, veggies, water(She's Hydrophobic), and being called annoying
History: Senki was born in the wild to a average lioness in a normal pride. Instead of quickly killing her unnatural freak of a cub the lioness took her cub out of the pride lands and leaving her to die. Luckily for Senki she was found by a group of Wildlife experts and taken to a reserve. The group left her there: hoping that the cub would be fine at her new home. But that wasn't what happened, all the other animals who saw Senki picked and teased her for being a freak and one day when the monkeys were flinging whatever they could get they're hands on at her she fled off of the reserve and into a laboratory where they were running experiments on test rats. At the sight of the little pink cub they swooped her up and started to run tests on her to see why she is not colored like her kin. It was during this testing when her hair grew in and she learned how to talk. Awhile after she was able to gain a full human form she could use every new moon, and this she did one time and walked right out of the lab. As soon as she was out she ran, and ran until she came to a little South African town, it was there that when the sun came up she turned back into a lion cub. The cub was Then seen by the president of the United States and brought back for his 11 year old daughter Lilith. After a few months the president brought home another pet: this time a blue jay named Wegger. Senki tried to eat him once but after getting yelled at by the men in black she hasn't attempted it since, she prefers to stick to the venison she sometimes gets as a treat, it probably tastes better then the bird anyway. Around the same time the president brought a English Cocker Spaniel in the house named Luck, the two quickly became friends. Luck, although more serious then Senki was not annoying like Wegger was. Wegger would try anything to get under the duo's skin when Luck was laid back and calm.

Short Story: Senki yawned, opening her eyes very slowly to face the morning sun. She slowly tried to get up, that was before she realized she was the cage, in the dark room with that tiny window which let next to no sunlight in. Why did I run from the reserve: I'd rather have monkeys chuck stuff at me then go through another day of testing. She looked up at the human who came to get her out of the cage, he touched her hair, as if he had known she hated being touched by lab techs and wanted to make her growl. "Hey, You! Get the hands of the hair." She was mad, tired, and lonely. As soon as they finished the tests they'd put her back in the cage to face another day. The man chuckled at the lion cub. "We're just going run some more tests on you little one and we'll let you go." He to her, the lie clear in his voice. The little cub knew the lab people weren't going to let her go, she overheard it many times. She closed her eyes then, telling herself to go into a sleep and maybe they wouldn't hurt her. She felt the man pick her up by her scruff and carry her to the lab table. She felt the needles, drawing blood, injecting stuff into her bloodstream: trying to fix her, as if she was a broken freak. Freak, that was what her mother had called her when she was abandoned her. The little cub shut her eyes tighter, that was what the animals at the reserve called her, her eyes shut even tighter as she tried to block out the voices in her head calling her a freak over and over.

Soon after the humans stopped running tests on her they put her in the cage and left the room, forgetting to latch it. Senki jumped out after they shut the door and she couldn't hear or scent them anymore. She was completely alone and trapped in the little room. There was no way she could reach the door handle or the window, sighing, she laid down and rested her head on her paws. "Why? Why are they doing this to me?" she asked, closing her green eyes again. She slept until she felt pain running through her body, her bones and muscles were moving all around and it kept every part of her to keep from screaming: she could show no weakness to the lab people, none at all. Her eyes opened to see her head was resting on human hands, she got up to realize that she was human. Her eyes lit up then, and the tried to make her human legs go to the door, she stumbled a lot but in the end she got to the door and opened it. No one was in the area so she walked around until she figured out how to navigate like a human and left through the front door. When she got out she ran, ran like she had never ran before. She had to, she just needed to far away from there. She ran until she found a little town, exhausted she found some bushes and curled up and feel asleep there.

When she awoke she was back in her normal form, her head on her paws. She opened her eyes to see bushes, it wasn't just a dream, she was free from the lab. She slowly got up before walking, not paying any attention to where she was going and ran into a man. "I'm sorry!" She said, backing up, he wasn't wearing a lab coat so he was safe, like the people who saved her and brought her to the reserve, like the people on the reserve who helped her. The man leaned down and petted her, she was happy for the good attention, it was so uncommon to her now. He met her gaze. "I'm President Quinn Hall and I'm looking for a gift for my eleven year old daughter, Lilith, would you mind if I give you to her. Your perfect you know, and I promise that you will be well taken care of." He said to the lioness cub. Senki nodded, "I'd love that!" She grinned a lion like grin. "So when do we leave?" She asked as he picked her up and held her in his arms like a baby. "We go to the White House now." He said as he carried her off to a new life.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
((It's been a long time since I applied for a character here )

Pet's ID Tag:105
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Name You'd Choose for It:ScarletRose
Gender:Female
Reason You Want It:It is fluffy and my favorite part would probably be the rose.
History/Background/Other:This little pup grew up in a big neighborhood with lots of kids.Everyone loved her.One day she ran around the neighborhood and watched all the kids play.She she felt someone grabbing her tightly,she turned around and growled,it was a man.He put her in a bag in the back of his truck and drove away as fast as he could,none of the kids even noticed.She whined and wondered what was happened.She looked to her side and noticed that she was bleeding badly and she yelped,she looked out of the bag and realized that she had no idea where they were,she put her head back in and prayed she would be ok.The truck stopped suddenly and her looked out,the man got out of the car and was coming towards the bag,she popped her head back in.He grabbed the bag and threw her to the ground,she yelped loudly.He pulled the bag and looked at her ''What a pretty dog''he laughed harshly.She just stared at him in fear,she wanted to go home.She was there for days,and he never gave her anything to eat,he was starving her.Day after day she got worse.Weeks later she was she was she hungry that she was dieing.The man left and then another person appeared,he picked her up gently and got into his car,holding her in his lap.He pet her softly and told her she was in safe hands.He rushed to his house and gave her food and water,after a few hours she was fine,she still needed to gain a lot of weight but with this man she knew she was safe and would get fed.She didn't think she would ever be able to trust anyone again.After weeks of being with this man he decided to give her an even better home so he gave her to a foster home until she was adopted,and today she is still waiting on the right person to come and give her a loving home,she never saw her old home or neighborhood again.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
If I get her I will PM donator.

[I really wish that I could have made this longer, but preparation for finals has really been eating up my free time ^^;]
[Also, Aeolus' master is a [humanoid] character of mine that I've had for quite some time, and I have always thought that he would be perfect with a canine as a partner.]

Pet's ID Tag: #118

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Name You'd Choose for It: Aeolus

[Named after the Greek god of winds.]

Gender: Male

Reason You Want It:

I really, really love this character. Something about him strikes a chord in me, and I connect with him very well. I've always had a love for characters with aviation-likes themes about them, but up until now, I haven't had the chance to actually have one of my own. Everything about Aeolus is simply perfect; from his deisgn to his goggles to his earrings; he's adorable, stunning, and handsome all at the same time. I would very much like to have this boy as one of my constant headmates, as I admit that I've already tried such things with him, and we work together very well. His personality is just wonderful, and I'd love for him to become a permanent part of my life.
Aeolus would be given a place in my currently unfinished character thread, where art and stories of him would be displayed. He would become a frequent subject of my drawings, and I would be sure to order art of him and write many stories of his escapades.

[Thank you for reading and considering my form, this character means a lot to me. <3]

History/Background/Other:

[personality]

Experienced - He has only been alive for five years, but Aeolus has lived through much more than some creatures do in their entire lives. His experiences allow him to make better decisions for himself and others, which is crucial in protecting himself and his master.

Gentle - Though he may appear at first to be slightly harsh, Aeolus hates causing others harm, whether it be physically or emotionally, and always tries to treat others with the utmost care to prevent such things from happening.

Intelligent - Aeolus is quite intelligent, able to think quickly and make fast decisions when the situation calls for it. For a canine, he understands quite a bit about the world around him, and it shows each and every time a crisis occurs.

Stubborn - This wolf does not allow himself to be pushed around by others, but rather likes to make his own choices and accept the consequences.

Quick-Witted - When the situation calls for it, Aeolus is always able to add in a little humor, as crude as it may be. He's excellent at coming up with fast responses to things, funny or not, and is therefore quite good at winning arguments.

Brave - As required for the work he does, Aeolus does not know fear. He's never had the opportunity to do so, and most likely never will. To him, death will be but another great adventure, simply another mission to tackle.

Compassionate - Underneath his stubborn, serious exterior, Aeolus has a lot of love to share with those who deserve it. It's rare for him to display such feelings physically and openly, but he really does care about certain creatures.

Loyal - Aeolus would do anything to defend and serve his master, and has risked his life for the man many times. He constantly has to trust the man with his own life as well, and a deep bond of loyalty and protectiveness has therefore developed between the two.

Opptimistic - To Aeolus, 'the glass is half-full.' He is always able to look ahead to the future instead of back at the past; and has a tendency to give others second chances, even when they do not deserve them.


[backstory]

Aeolus is the canine companion and partner for a soldier on in the Soviet army during the second world war. Or, rather, not just a soldier, but a pilot-spy-sniper-soldier. he has an odd variety of talents really. [And has been quite useful to his cause, thus so far.]
And though 'pets' really are not allowed in the military, exceptions have been made and will continue to be made; discreetly, that is.

On all missions, as simple or difficult as they may be, Aeolus accompanies his master. When the man is hiding in a run-down building waiting for a target to appear, the dog is there.
When he's in his plane, taking surveillance pictures of enemy lines, the dog is there, right behind him, strapped securely in the seat behind his in his small plane.

Why?

Because they're partners.
When there's the danger of an approaching person when the master is taking notes on a weapons factory, Aeolus alerts him.
When the mechanical noises of an approaching plane come near that the man just can't quite hear, he's alerted by his parnter.

Symbiotic, almost; friends, definently.

On past missions the dog has been there, and on future ones he surely will be as well, even after the war is over.
[As long as they live that long, that is.]

Together they entered the battlefield, and they'll leave it together as well, and by nothing less than death.

They will, hopefully, have many more adventures together before that time comes.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Indeed, I do.

[Xaviar]

Congrats to all the winners! :3 And one of my characters that I donated was adopted. :3 He's going to a nice home now. <33

[Kickin' up dirt]

Wait I won one?

[iPawki]

Thank you for Plum C: <33

[acciobadger]

I've sent out a PM asking for permission - I shall edit my form with that when I get an answer. 8D

[amarula]

Hmm, did I get her, cause meh form isn't finished.

[Ranua]

Congrats who those who got their pets! ^^

[amarula]

ok, I've edited my form, and am now happier, and think I deserve her, it didn't feel right not finishing it. ;3

OH! I've fallen in love with this girl! ;3




Don't try to explain your mind
I know what's happening here
One minute, it's love
And, suddenly, it's like a battlefield

One word turns into a
Why is it the smallest things that tear us down
My world's nothing when you're gone
I'm out here without a shield - can't go back, now

Both hands tied behind my back for nothing, oh, no
These times when we climb so fast to fall, again
Why we gotta fall for it, now...

Chorus:
I never meant to start a war
You know, I never wanna hurt you
Don't even know we're fighting for
Why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield
Why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield
Why does love always feel like

Can't swallow our pride
Neither of us wanna raise that flag, mmm
If we can't surrender
Then, we're both gonna lose we have, oh, no

Both hands tied behind my back for nothing (nothing), oh, no
These times when we climb so fast to fall, again
I don't wanna fall for it, now...

Chorus.
Better go and get your armor (get your armor), get your armor (get your armor)
I guess you better go and get your armor (get your armor), get your armor (get your armor)
I guess you better go and get your

We could pretend that we are friends, tonight (oh)
And, in the morning, we wake up, and we'd be alright
'Cause, baby, we don't have to fight
And I don't want this love to feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield
Why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield
I guess you better go and get your armor...

Chorus.
I guess you better go and get your armor (get your armor), get your armor (get your armor)
I guess you better go and get your armor (get your armor), get your armor (get your armor)
Why does love always feel like (oh, oh)
Why does love always feel like a battlefield, a battlefield

I never meant to start a war
Don't even know what we're fighting for
I never meant to start a war
Don't even know what we're fighting for...


Pet's ID Tag: Kennel #70
Name You'd Choose for It:Terra Divum
Gender:Female
Reason You Want It: The truth is, she's beautiful and unlike anything I've ever seen before. I'd never owned a Griffin before, but am highly intrigued with this mythical species, and would love to be the proud owner of Terra.
History/Background/Other:

Many people believe that the mythical griffin spends it's day flying about in the sunset streaked sky, at peace with the world. They believe, it was born and bred, for the sole purpose of breeding and carrying on the griffin gene. They believe, that the mothers were only brought to tis world, to give birth to their young and bow down to the males. This, is very, very untrue. The Griffins were not sociable, friendly creatures. They did not live in peace with one another, but fought, and fought fiercly in a war to the end over their land. They were greedy, and wanted more and more, combating in war agian and agian, until all their soldiers were dead and they could fight no more until the young had reached maturity.

In the year 1998, Terra was born, being the most brilliant shade of green, with the deepest purple eyes. At that time, war was raging stronger than ever before, and Terra's own clan's soldiers had fought thier hardesy, but had died in the battle. The leaders were recruiting youngsters to start training, and Terra had been picked. She hated it, actually, thet would be an understatement. She dispised the leaders so strongly that they could feel her malicious glare boring into their feathery backs. But Terra was smart, and the strongest Griffite (the baby name for a Griffin) there. She had always loved to please people, and only carried on training in love for her father, the greatest soldier ever to fly the sky. She carried on with her training until she had matured, being the fastest, strongest and most lethal weapon their clan ever had. But Terra was lonely, and had a void in her life, whish, however hard she tried, couldn't be filled.

Time passed slowly for Terra, until one day, their enemies, the Black Heart tribe, attacked. Terra and the other youngsters had suddenly found themselves thrown into the battle. And suddenly, it all fell into place. Terra and her friends, and all the soldiers before them, had only been trained, for the sole purpose of being left in the battle and fighting for their lives and to keep the enemies away from their own clan. They were dummies, left their to die but try and fight for their lives to keep the enemy away, and when they died, the Griffins would reproduce and start re-training agian! How sick! Terra roared angrily and fought that much harder. Her never ending bravery and courage seemed to spur on her fellow soldiers, and they joined with even more enthuisiasm.

After the battle, which turned in Terra's favour, she gathered the soldiers and spoke to them, explaining what she had learnt. They were equally disgusted, and so outraged that many wanted to race back to the leaders and rip their sickening, grimy heads off. Terra calmed the, soothed them. She explained they could have a better life, one free from mindless breeding for the sole purpose just for the young to die in a war for the cowards. The soldiers agreed, abd together thay alighted into the sky, and left all sings and traces of their repulsive land behind them. Terra was appointed the Alpha, and look after her clan properly, and fairly. And in turn, her clan looked out for her, and expressed nothing but love. Terra soon found a mate, and gave birth to a beautiful son. Terra's line continued until the 200, when the Griffins died out. But Terra will alwasy be remembered for her great deeds and true heart. <3


I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Yes, I do.

WIP, I'm finishing it on word, will post once done! ;3