[Griffin Torrens]

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A semi-custom collie based on a character!

Have you always wanted a collie based on a character you love? Well here's a chance for everyone! This collie can be any coat type, will have edits/possible items, and can have any genes except blixt. And the best part? I'll design the whole thing! You'll have the opportunity to suggest a couple markings you'd like/think fit, and I'll work my magic on the rest. It can be a human, animal, or anything in between.

To win? Tell me about the collie! Character collies are not just the character if they were transformed into a collie, but your own unique oc inspired by a character. They might have the same personality, but their story will sure be different, so I want you to tell me at least one key event in their life, but in collie version. This will be an important event to the official character's personality or history, but with your own take/twist. You can include descriptions of your collie if needed but they will not affect the final collie.

For example, Hawks from MHA used his wings to save a family and was then taken in to be trained as a hero. My collie Hawks collected feathers for comfort, and used these to lead rescue services to save a family, and was then taken to be trained as a search and rescue collie (this is a very short version). If you're still unsure what is required, send me a DM and I can explain more!

Be sure to keep your story CS appropriate! If the character's story has a lot of death/violence, be sure to tell it in a way that is acceptable to the rules.

Winner will be chosen based on development, not the character you choose. I'm very happy to research/make a collie character inspired by one I don't know, so don't worry about that! Length of your story doesn't matter, it's about the content itself.

Examples of character collies: Hawks, Deku, Todoroki, Edward, Link & Dabi (not owned by me)
(To get an idea of what designs will be like, and I'm currently working on actually writing down the info for anyone that needs more ideas for what stories could be like)

Ends May 6th -> 7th 11th -> 12th rollover
Extensions can be requested!



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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]

[b]Character inspiration:[/b] [name and where they are from, don't link to any wiki pages as they may not be cs appropriate. You can include if there's a specific version of the character you want, eg. "short hair version" or "with scars"]
[b]Up to three markings you hope to be included:[/b]
[b]Up to three markings you do not want:[/b]
[b]Preferred coat type:[/b] [based on what fits the character]

[b]Key Event(s) Story:[/b]

[►Athena◄]

Username: ►Athena◄
Name: Natsume
Gender: Male

Character inspiration: Takashi Natsume from Natsume's Book of Friends (also called natsume yuujinchou)
Up to three markings you hope to be included: Gold Pearl? I've got no clue
Up to three markings you do not want:
Preferred coat type: Rough coat? As I was writing that was what kept coming to mind.

Key Event(s) Story: Natsume has been adrift for most of his life, never having a place to truly call "home" before. Since he was a young puppy, he has lived with countless families, but never for very long. This uncertainty has caused Natsume to be quiet and shy, not wanting to make connections that will just be broken the next time a family decides to rehome him. Excuses such as the family moving, lives being "too busy" despite no lifestyle change, or even not feeling a connection with Natsume after only a week have been reasons used in the past to shunt him off to a new family.

But Natsume's quiet and shy nature has given him a gift - he can see things others cannot. He notices the quick looks between two young adults feeling the first stirrings of affection. He sees the wallflower just waiting to blossom into a confident person. He sees the child holding back tears as others leave them behind to play. And Natsume, quiet and shy as he is, always does his best to help.

Natsume will inconspicuously herd the two young adults closer, allowing them to start conversing and nuture that first spark of affection. He will sit with the wallflower, wagging his tail and supporting them, just letting their confidence in theirself build a stronger foundation. And the lonely child resonates deeply with Natsume, reminding him of himself as a puppy wondering what'd he'd done wrong when his first family left him behind. So he will go to the child and do his best to comfort them, licking their cheeks and bringing them toys to play with.
Natsume's actions often go unnoticed, but his presence has improved so many lives.

And now Natsume finds himself in a new place with an older couple. The couple are quieter people who lead calm lives and have been kind to Natsume - giving him his space while creating a welcoming place. The couple even kept the ugly little kitten he noticed all alone. They also take him to the dog park, and a group of regulars have taken him under their wing. The dogs' excitement at seeing Natsume each day is a little shocking as Natsume doesn't understand why. He's quiet and strange and different and... but these other dogs are happy to teach him their games or even just sit with him if Natsume is overwhelmed. Could this place with the kind couple, the kitten, and these other dogs... could this be Natsume's home?

[Kenjaku]

dropping due to lack of time! will just be ordering a custom instead (: good luck to all entrants!

[Shadow17]

Username: Shadow17
Name: SLK's No One Deserves to Disappear // Connor
Gender: Male

Character inspiration: Connor from Dear Evan Hansen! He doesn't vary much from version to version, but book Connor is canonically bi, so he's my favorite!
Up to three markings you hope to be included: Heavy patchwork, blanket, minimal white? Maybe?
Up to three markings you do not want: Pearl, kaloula, any extreme whites
Preferred coat type: Rough is what I imagine him as.

Key Event(s) Story: Connor snapped up from his slumber and shook his fur out. The house smelled strongly of whatever candle the people had burning today, trying to mask a scent that was burned into his sensitive nose. He knew if he didn’t get up and out soon, it’d start seeping into his fur, and a candle couldn’t fix that. Whatever dream had just woken him up had already been forgotten, whatever monster was there could wait until he went back to sleep. His shaggy fur seemed to drag him down as he slowly walked outside. The sun on his face, his sister drinking water from the hose. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad.

Clouds brewed on the horizon. He looked somber as they started drawing closer, threatening to ruin his good mood. His sister had come to sit with him, the collie’s tail tapping his back as it wagged while they watched the sunrise. She was younger than him, and he almost loomed over her; her fur rustling in the wind that was now picking up speed. He looked at her for a moment, as if he was going to ask her a question. She looked up at him, and he quickly looked back to the horizon. He could feel her watching him this time, but he didn’t look back. They often spent mornings like this. He heard thunder rumble further out, and his sister went in. The stench of the house was better than being caught in the rain. He stayed out for a bit longer, until it started to drizzle. He debated going back inside, but he figured the rain couldn’t hurt him. He started walking towards the tree line, his paws barely attached to his mind.

He almost tripped into a stream. The open field suddenly came into view, his clouded mind clearing. The sky was still gray and the rain droned on, but Connor didn’t mind getting wet. His fur started soaking in the rain as he walked out from his cover. He laid down on the edge of the tree line, soothed by the sound of the rain. He started wondering why he didn’t do this more often as he started dozing off. The lull of the rain, the rustle of the wind, and the quietness of the field were much better compared to his own home.

He once again startled awake as he heard a yelp. Somewhere across the field, something had yelped. He paused, wondering if it was just a coyote. But the canine across the field didn’t look like a coyote, wolf, or other canine. He looked like another collie. Begrudgingly, Connor got up and creeped across the field, trying to get a better view before they saw him. Other than the yelp, the collie had been quiet, just lying there. He wondered if the other was even alive, they were so still. Eventually, when Connor was a few paces away, the other collie rolled over to face him. Their face was mostly blank, with a twinge of sadness, and Connor almost felt pity for the other. He sniffed the other collie as they breathed heavily, likely from pain. Silently, Connor nudged them to a stand. The other tried to run off, but his leg didn’t allow for movement, especially that quickly. They collapsed again with another yelp. Their broken leg was more apparent now. Connor realized this was more serious than he’d initially realized, and watched as the collie panted heavily again. He weighed his options, before running off.

That afternoon, Connor was back, this time with his sister. Luckily for him, the collie had hardly moved. He’d been asleep when Connor arrived, and the collie hoped this stranger felt a little less pain at the moment. Connor sat next to him, his sister sniffing the collie as he slowly awoke. At first, he panicked, but calmed down as he realized no one was here to hurt him. She helped him stand up, and Connor braced his other side. Together, they brought him the short way back to their home, and let him rest on the porch. Other than a few grunts, the collies had yet to talk to the stranger that was now leaning on him. As his sister went inside to find their owners, the smell of the candle filling his nose again, Connor finally looked at the new collie. “I’m Connor,” he said. He smiled faintly as the collie looked up, ears going back in embarrassment.

“Evan,” the stranger said.

[benjeep]

Username: benjeep
Name: Callahan
Gender: Male

Character inspiration: Arthur Morgan - Red Dead Redemption 2
Up to three markings you hope to be included: Cervus mask, Agouti (depending on weather you play him with high or low honour, Arthur is represented by a deer or wolf so it would be neat to have markings incorporating both vibes!)
Up to three markings you do not want: Glass Mask, Glass Brindle
Preferred coat type: I always play Arthur with long hair so I think rough would fit him!! :>

Key Event(s) Story: wip wop

[appleschloss]

Username: appleschloss
Name: OV's Yipp Yipp and Away "Appa"
Gender: Male

Character inspiration: From avatar the last airbender <3
Up to three markings you hope to be included: i feel like viverrid would work well for this? Maybe extensively masked or tephara too?
Up to three markings you do not want: no kaloula, cervus masked, or merle
Preferred coat type: i think rough or curly would be the closest matches!

Key Event(s) Story: His first home wasn't the best. They got him because he was cute and didn't understand his need to play and be outside. He wasn't even asking for agility, just a family who would brush his coat and take him on walks, maybe learn a few tricks.

They got tired of his shedding and chewing on shoes and furniture (he was bored and they had hardly any toys for him!) so they took him to a shelter instead of back to the breeder they got him from.

The shelter people were nice enough, and he did get walks and outdoor time, but he was sad.

Honestly he wasn't sure how long he was there until one day a human with no hair and a blue mark on his head squatted down in front of his kennel.

"Hey bud. I'm lookin' for a hiking buddy who'd like going to my college classes with me sometime. That sound like you?"

He started bouncing around and the human smiled, taking him out of his kennel and into a small room. The two hung out for a while before one of the shleter humans came in to talk with the blue marked one.

Finally the boy looked back at him. "Hear that? You're coming home with me now!" He squatted down in front of him. "You need a name though. How about Appa?"

Appa yipped excitedly and the boy laughed. He found the home he was supposed to be in and he and his new human were gonna be together through thick and thin. (With walks and treats galore, too!)

[ChristainAnimalLover]

Username: ChristainAnimalLover
Name: Carry On my Wayward Son, "Levanael"
Gender: male

Character inspiration: Castiel from the CW's show Supernatural
Up to three markings you hope to be included: minimal-medium striped white to mimic wings | blanket? | cryptic merle for blue eyes?
Up to three markings you do not want: Argenti | Barbu | Striped Harlequin
Preferred coat type: I could see anything but rough or curly working well

Key Event(s) Story:

Squirrel collapsed with a groan, completely exhausted.

"Not bad, mutt." Came a gruff voice that Squirrel had long since learned to obey. Since there wasn't a command in there, Squirrel barely lifted his head. "You earned a meal today." A bowl of less-than-appetizing slop hits the ground near him with a muffled clang.

Hunger and the knowledge that if he doesn't eat it, it will either be snatched up by another dog or collected by their commander when he comes back through in a few minutes drives him to get up.

He's tired of fighting for his commander, for shelter, for his meals. Just tired of fighting in general. But there was no escape.

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Levanael was a guard. And he took his job seriously. He did not approve of dog fighting, especially where only the victors got anything resembling decent care. Which stacked the odds against the previous losers. It was a vicious circle.

But Levanael's job was to work with his handler and watch the perimeter. To keep out unwanted guests and keep in residents, prevent escapes.

For years, he did his job. He chased down and tackled dogs who tried to run to the ground with a viscous prejudice, pinning them down until they could be collected and dragged back to their holding pens.

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"Move along," Levanael growled roughly.

"Please, I think my brother is in there." The young collie pleaded. His soft floppy ears and wide hazel eyes contrasted with his deep voice and betrayed his youth.

"Even if he is, you can't go in and he can't come out. Now," Levanael stood squarely in the dog's path. "Move. Along."

The dog was easily half again as big but Levanael could sense that he was fairly passive and, sure enough, his ears flicked back and he let out a mournful whine but turned away.

With a snort, Levanael continued his patrol.

That wasn't the last he'd see of that collie though.

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Over the next several weeks, the large dog came back most nights. He brought food for Levanael and even a blanket one of the nights when it had started to pour.

Despite his best efforts, the dog was worming his way past Levanael's defenses, weaving himself into the fabric of his life.

It wasn't too long before Levanael began to think of this large dog as a friend. And soon after, he found himself even sneaking into the holding pens to bring food to the brother, who just happened to be the commander's prized winner.

Levanael knew, deep down, that he was on a dangerous path. There was no scenario in which this didn't end in disaster. And yet, he kept doing it.

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"I'm going to get him out of here." Levanael said one night as he met with the larger collie at the edge of the territory. "He's not going to last much longer."

Relief flooded the innocent face, "Thank you." He said earnestly.

Levanael simply nodded. "Be at the eastern corner tomorrow, there's a weak spot in the fence, and be ready to run. I'll try to draw the others off."

The collie nodded grimly. "Be careful."

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"Hey," came a gravelly but impossibly quiet voice.

Squirrel ignored it. He wasn't in the mood. He'd gotten used to the scraps one of the guards would bring and he greatly appreciated. But they never talked and it wasn't a midnight-scrap-snack-day.

"Squirrel!" The voice hissed.

That got his attention. No one new his name. He almost didn't even remember it himself. He was simply 'mutt' or occasionally 'prized fighter'.

"You need to get up. Now," the voice said urgently. "I can get you out but we have to get to the fence and our window is closing. Your brother is waiting." That last part was added almost as an afterthought, as if it was said just to tempt him into complying.

"Moose??" Squirrel asked in disbelief, lifting his head and trying to reign in the hope blooming in his chest.

"Yes," came the simple answer.

Squirrel fought to his feet and stumbled to the cage wall, surprised to find two loose bars that could easily be pushed aside. How long had they been like that? Could he really have escaped all this time?

They were questions that he'd probably never get answers to and that was fine with him. All that mattered was now.

"Hurry," the guard urged as Squirrel squeezed through with a whimper.

Running side-by-side as fast as Squirrel could manage, they made it a good distance from the buildings before a ruckus broke out behind them.

"Go! Get to the fence, Moose will show you. Don't stop!" The guard called before peeling off to the right.

As much as Squirrel wanted to protest, to follow his rescuer and help, he couldn't. He could barely stay upright as it was.

Black dots danced in the corners of his vision and he blinked hard, nearly stumbling. He thought he could just make out a fence in the distance when there was a blinding flash of light. A moment later the world turned gray and hazy with rain as thunder shook the ground.

The next thing Squirrel knew, something sharp was digging into the scruff of his neck and pulling. "Come on, get up."

Squirrel moaned weakly.

"Get. Up." Another uncomfortable tug accompanied the muffled orders.

Somehow, Squirrel managed to find his feet and suddenly there was a warm body pressing against his side, helping him balance. "Run."

Squirrel obeyed.

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"Squirrel!"

Squirrel looked up, fighting to focus. He knew that voice. He spent his life protecting it, until he was kidnapped anyway. And it sounded worried. He had always strived to keep that tone out of that deep voice.

A cold nose glancing off his cheek was the only warning Squirrel got before he was nearly knocked over as his space was invaded by a large ball of fluff, soft but happy whimpers mingled with the relentless rain.

"Hey Shoeless," Squirrel managed weakly, a tired, faint smile pulling at his lips as his brother burrowed against him. The warmth was welcome in the frigid air.

"Shoeless? I thought your name was Moose?" There was that familiar but faceless deep voice again.

"Uh, family nickname." That was Moose. "Thank you."

The guard dipped his head then started to turn away.

"Hey wait," Moose called out. "What now? You can't go back there."

"I don't-"

"Come with us." Squirrel surprised himself with the offer. "It's the least we can do."

The collie dipped his head again, "Very well."

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Keeping his distance, Levanael watched the reunion of the brothers fondly. They had both come to be mean quite a bit to him, despite the events that lead them here.

After sending the fighter on, Levanael had doubled back to lead the rest of the security forces spilling from the building in the opposite direction. The sudden rain couldn't have come at a better time and Levanael glanced up, wondering if maybe something out there was watching out for those two brothers.

Running hard enough to pull ahead, Levanael used the poor visibility to slip away from the tracking party and make sure the brothers got away okay. He nearly tripped on a lump lying in the quickly-deepening mud. Squirrel hadn't made it much further than where Levanael first broke away.

"Come on, we have to go!" He urged. When there was no response, he grabbed the collie's ruff and gave it a firm yank. He'd drag the dog to the fence if he had to, he promised Moose he'd get Squirrel out.

Thankfully, the dog came around fairly quickly and though Levanael was basically supporting all of the former fighter's weight, he was at least moving on his own. Mostly.

When they reached the fence, Moose was waiting anxiously. The large dog didn't hesitate to crawl halfway through the fence and all but drag his brother back.

It was when Squirrel finally spoke that caught Levanael off guard. He tilted his head curiously, "I thought your name was Moose?" He wondered aloud. Really, he couldn't even figure out why he asked. It didn't really matter what either of their names were, they were safe now.

The large collie lifted his gaze without moving from his position, half supporting and half sheltering his brother. His ears flicked back slightly, "It's uh, a family nickname." He mumbled, almost sounding embarrassed.

Levanael was ready to make his own way when Squirrel spoke up, shaking from cold and exhaustion but his dark brown eyes were sincere. "Come with us."

Levanael was unsure but had no reason to argue. He could at least help Moose get his brother somewhere safe. Maybe stand guard while Squirrel regained his strength. Then he could move along and find a new purpose. "Very well," he dipped his head in acceptance and gratefulness.

Squirrel shakily got to his feet, leaning heavily against his brother's side.

"Here," Levanael came up on his other side, offering further support, and the three of them made way through the woods. Leaving the compound behind them and heading for the next chapter in their lives.

Moose and Squirrel are concepts
I will be ordering as customs
as soon as I finalize design plans

[snover]

Username: snover
Name: Upon the Tainted Sorrow | "Chuuya"
Gender: Male

Character inspiration: Chuuya Nakahara from Bungo Stray Dogs, preferably his primary anime appearance (can also take inspo from BSD Wan!, it's basically a chibi version of him)
Up to three markings you hope to be included: Freckled, bausant mask, marbled king
Up to three markings you do not want: Extreme white, glass brindle, kaloula
Preferred coat type: Rough

Key Event(s) Story: major spoilers ahead for the ending of the light novel, BSD: Stormbringer

extreme wip, but if an extension would be possible that would be immensely appreciated!

[phrogMutt]

Username: phrogMutt
Name: Shadowsight
Gender: male

Character inspiration: Shadowsight from the warriors book series
Up to three markings you hope to be included: minimal white, panthers king or marbled, masked maybe? unsure
Up to three markings you do not want: not sure really
Preferred coat type: longer fur definitely so i think rough is the right word?

Key Event(s) Story:
Context: a wolf has infiltrated the farm, kidnapping the leader of their pack and his mate and causing chaos and confusion for many moons. The wolf was captured but aided in escape by Shadowsight with the promise to telling him where his leader was being kept.
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Shadowsight sat huddled between his parents in the barn. Tension hung heavy in the air as he opened his jaws to try and explain again.
"If we killed him we would never find Bramble! We would be without a lead and without a leader,"he pleaded, but the expressions on his parents' faces remained the same: as if they had accepted the fate of their son.
His father suggested he lie when they come to interrogate him, insist he had nothing to do with allowing the wolf to escape, but Shadowsight insisted on being truthful. His mother let out a sight and called out for one of their pack-mates.
"Tawny!" she called for his grandmother, who appeared shortly after.
"So it has come to this," she said solemnly.
"I knew you would refuse to lie," his father spoke, "but it was worth the try anyways."
His father stood up and padded towards the barn entrance.
"Tawny will take you away from camp. You will escape before they come for you."
"Remember that nice farm down the way we visited when you were a pup? I'm sure they'd be happy to welcome you into the own family," Tawny spoke softly, gesturing for Shadowsight to come towards her. He shot a pleading look towards his parents.
"What difference is there in leaving or being exiled?" he asked, but his father shook his head.
"Better to flee than be killed," his father replied before slipping from the barn to survey the fields, making sure no one saw them leave.
Shadowsight hung his head and padded towards Tawny, ready to accept his fate, when Lion slammed the barn door open.
"Oh i see what this is," Lion growled, "Tying to escape, to meet up with that wolf you aided in escape, before the pack can get to the bottom of all this."
His father slammed into the accuser's side.
"Who are you to come into our barn-"
"I'm a dog whos trying to put right the chaos that your son caused!" Lion snarled loudly, as his words it seemed every dog on farm was giving the commotion their full attention. An eruption of growls and barks could be heard as dogs argued over what should be done.
"You have once again chosen your own kin over the good of the whole pack!" Lion snarled at his father. Tawny and his parents huddled around him, ready to fight to keep him safe.
"Stop!" Shadowsight cried, quieting the angry dogs.
"I don't need and blood shed on my account, I will go willingly."
He looked towards the broken crake the wolf had been held in and padded towards it. He stopped at the entrance, hesitant. The scent was stale but still strong. A sour reminder of how he'd been deceived and manipulated. He crept inside the crate as Lion and two other dogs surrounded the crate's entrance. He wondered if any dog would listen to him now.
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After this scene Lion proceeds to blame Shadowsight for the disappearance of Squirrel and Bramble, and for the entire situation they had endured.

[LOSTINUNKNOWN]

Username: LOSTINUNKNOWN.
Name: Athena.
Gender: Female.

Character inspiration: Kyoko Kirigiri.
Up to three markings you hope to be included: Masked, Agouti, Silver markings of any kind.
Up to three markings you do not want: Mottled, Kaloula, King.
Preferred coat type: Smooth coat.

Key Event(s) Story: By consequence of the simple fact that Kirigiri's origins are derived from a lineage of police dogs, in addition to her mother's death at the claws of illness and her father's departure from the family thereafter, the majority of her puphood was spent in company to her grandfather and the family that had bred him; hence the emotion-stifling training and the family's enforcement of joining a K9 Program designed to hone her skills prior to officially becoming part of the police force therein. She was less than a year old at this time.

Upon joining the program itself, as the fifth dog to do so, Athena quickly became acquainted with another dog known as Pallas. Pallas was a few months above her age, serving as the dog her handlers would pair her with for the various cases the K9 Program trained them in, due to both their familiarity - a fact exacerbated by the fact Pallas viewed her as a sister - with one another and their incredible teamwork amidst the mock cases assigned.

Both Athena and Pallas navigated such mock cases with a level of ease and wit beside their handlers, prior to Pallas' final case, the Final Duel Noir. The Final Duel Noir was orchestrated by a group of trusted handlers and police dogs, one of which Athena perceived as her relative, under the name of Victims’ Catharsis Committee. Their motive was no more than to test those in the K9 Progam until only one of them, deemed the "Graduating K9", completed the case. To condense the potency of details that encompass the Final Duel Noir: Five K9 trainees are involved in the events of a case the Victims’ Catharsis Committee designed, before an unintentional fire breaks out in the building the Final Duel Noir is held. She badly injures her front two paws via the aforementioned fire as both she and Pallas endeavor to escape without the handler's aid and prove themselves worthy of becoming proper K9s, merely for the area to explode in the face of their endeavors. Pallas' body lands on an unconscious Athena, preventing shrapnel from further injuring the latter and preventing hypothermia from claiming her, with a rescue team arriving a few minutes following a distress call a handler had made.

Once awakened, Athena learns of Pallas' fate and hence remains composed before visiting the grave site where Pallas' handler had buried her, uncharacteristically lashes out with a flurry of growling and whimpers spurred by grief therein. Succeeding, Athena's paws are covered by specially made gloves in a bid to cover the nerve damage scarring onto her paws, "permanently" shutting her emotions down to prevent herself from growing attached to another dog again.

It is only after, given the extent of her injuries and the fact of her retirement due to such, that the owner of the kennel takes custody of her.