The Silver Lining Adoption Place (CLOSED FOR CD)

[Jones.]

Thank you judges! Congrats to everyone!

[All Might]

These adoptable beauties, are well beautiful.
Thinking of trying for one<3

[JerseyDusk]

Congratz winners!

[Day Of Silence]

Name: Luka
Species: Herding dog
Kennel Number: 31
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?: she's is an amazing character with her coat colour and everything. possibly write stories with her, draw art of her (totally) and admire her.
Personality: a friendly, hyper yet serious dog who can be total trouble then turn around and be your best friend. her bundles of energy and good listening makes her a great herder. she's there to cheer you up when you need it, or just to be silent with you. howling along with you, panting at your side, sharing warmth, she's all the companion you could ever ask for.
History: Born in an old barn with only her mother there. Her father had left when she was born and never was saw again. Her brother went missing as a pup and her mother guessed he had been Kidnapped by there father who was looking for big strong pups which Luka didn't fit under at that time. She grew up close to her mother but sadly had to watch her mother die being attacked by a passing cougar. As time passed she started to let go of the death but it still clung there piercing her like a thorn to small to pull out. She finally gave up hoping for the return of her brother and father, at least she thought. Pain used to be the only life she had till she searched for something new.
Other: she doesn't know anything about her brother or father, she just knew she had them at the beginning.
Durpidee

(i am terrible at doing forms so forgive me)

[Solanum]

There is a 3 paragraph minimum for history. You might want to add to even stand a chance of getting the character ^^

[Keriae]

Name:
Luka, but I would like to change it to Lyra. Lyra means "of the iyre or song."
Nickname:
Luka/Lyra
Full Name:
Lyra Elektra.
Elektra- Bright, shining. Greek.
Weight:
Exacty 27 pounds.
Height
19 inches at the shoulder.
Species:
[Border Collie] (Canis Lupus Familiaris) X [Koolie] (Canis lupus familiaris)
Kingdom:
Animalia
Class:
Mammalia
Order:
Carnivora
Family:
Canidae
Species:
Canis lupus familiaris (AKA Domestic Dog)
Dam:
A purebred Border Collie from a farm in the wilderness of New Zealand.
Sire:
A Border Collie X Koolie cross that was born in Austrailia and moved to New Zealand when his owners did so.

The Border Collie is a herding dog breed developed in the Anglo-Scottish border region for herding livestock, especially sheep. It is the most widespread of the collie breeds.
Typically extremely energetic, acrobatic, and athletic, they frequently compete with great success in dog sports, in addition to their success in sheepdog trials, and are often cited as the most intelligent of all dogs.

The Koolie or Coolie, also known as the Australian Koolie or the German Koolie is an Australian dog breed. Specifically, it is a herding dog, a subcategory of a working dog. Koolies have existed in Australia since the early 19th century, established through old photos owned by elder Koolie breeders and personal records such as diaries.
The Koolie Club of Australia defines the breed based on its ability to work rather than on its conformation. However, most Koolie breeders refer to the Koolie as a breed rather than as a type, and assert that it "breeds true", with various types or strains within the breed.
Many countries will gather their working dogs under the same category like Germany with their herding dog breeds all classed as Altdeutsche Hütehunde (heading dogs). New Zealand not only classify their breeds this way, but they also grade them by their working traits. Koolies in New Zealand are registered as a "heading dog": A dog which has a natural instinct to cast out (i.e., circle widely), round sheep and bring them back to their owner. The Koolie is known as a silent working dog. They are used for “heading” sheep and also for quiet careful work at close quarters at lambing time or for “shedding” (cutting out) sheep. It is only through the registrar of the Australian Koolie Club that these bloodlines remain an integral part of the breed and are active contributors to the Koolie gene pool. New Zealand Koolie breeders are working towards having the Koolie recognised under their own breed name as they have been in Australia.

Date of Birth and Age:
03:28 AM 3rd July 2009. 2 years of age, 14 dog years.
Theme Song
[Memory]
Kennel Number:
31
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
Why?
I would love to own Luka because her design just calls to me. The pure white base, red stockings marked with black, the black tail with blue racoon-like rings.... Everything. The whole design just calls for me, begs for me. Her design is simple, yet beautiful. Gorgeous. And that scarf..... It finished the whole design perfectly. Luka is, plainly put, perfect. I've struggled to write this, as it's hard to find words that describe this beautiful, gorgeous, perfect character.
What Will I do for Her?
I will love her unconditionally. I will draw my own art of her, and if I can afford it, buy art of her, from here on CS and from DA. I will not let her gather dust like many might do. That is all I can promise, and I will do my best to fulfil these promises.
Personality:
I n n o c e n t
Lyra is proud to say that she has never shed any other being's blood. She is normally very peaceful, and if someone annoys her, she just shruggs it off. Her size, altough average for a canine her size, doesn't help her with her innocence. Many seeher as weak, and play on this.
G e n t l e
Very gentle, whether it be with others of her kind, or with an human child. She never wishes to hurt in any way. If she was to kill aything, it woul kill her emotionally. She would become an empty shell, no feelings, no emotions, nothing. nd to her, that is worse than death. What's the point of living if you're just going to be there, doing nothing?
K i n d
She will help others in any way she can, and her favourite thing to say is "Any sign of kindness to another is a gift in itself." Whenever she helps someone in need, and they thank her, this is all she says. She never accepts gifts of thanks, just because its the thought that counts.
F u n - L o v i n g
She is generally fun to be around, when she is in a good mood, which is nearly always. You'll never be bored if your'e around her! She will run around, leaping in the air, twisting, letting her Border Collie heritage shine through. The happiness wells up inside her until it takes over, and she can no longer contain it.
C u r i o u s
This young dog is very curious about everything that goes on around her, whether it be a leaf blowing in the wind or the wonderful aroma of sizzling bacon in the grill or sausages on the barbeque. She will sneak around carefully, taking a good look at things and learning all she can before she moves on. However, she isn't interesting in everything. Sh knows the border between curiosity and death.
H o n e s t
This fluffy pup would never tell a single lie to anyone, unless the situation she was in was in dire need of a lie to help the others around her. If she had to tell a tiny white lie, she would, but she would try and make sure it didn't lead to anything more sinister.
History:
23:51:42 Tuesday 22nd Febuary 2011- The Worst Day of My Life
I never expected it to happen. I was sat on the rug, my Master's young child beside me, feeding me biscuits as they watched the Magic Box. Everything was peaceful. You've no idea what it's like, something so sudden. The whole room began to shake. Shake violently. Dust began to fall from the ceiling, clinging to my thick fur, weighing me down and making it harder to run. Crumbs of the ceiling joined the dust cloud, and the duston my fur. Everything was getting smashed. They ran. I ran. They screamed. I screamed. I made it out, and I carried on running. To be honest, I no longer cared about them. It's something that happens when a natural disaster strikes. You only care for yourself in those split seconds that could mean life or death. Call me selfish if you must, but it's true. So I ran. I ran as far and fast as I could, weaving between people's legs, leaping over cracks in the ground, twisting my paw briefly in one. I gnored hte pain and continued, dust fro the fur on my head falling in my eyes, maing it even harder. The people payed no notice to me. Too worried about themselves or their human families. Cries filled the air, small children crying for their mothers, middle aged people crying for the elderly. I couldn't stop. Even if wanted to, all I wanted to do at this moment was get out But soon I had to stop. I fell to the ground, severly exhausted. I later learned that it was a magnitude 6.3 earthquake on the Richter Scale.

20:47 Monday 28th Febuary 2011- Exactly Six Days after the Earthquake
It's all over the news. People burried under the rubble. People missing. People dead. That was all the Blue Cross was worried about. People. Not me. Not my fellow dogs. Fellow mammals. Fellow animals. Many of us had died too, beloved family pets, vermin, wildlife. It didn't matter. The majority of the animal population of Christchirch had died. After the earthquake, after I had rested for a while, about four days, just laying there, sleeping, I headed back home. And I froze in my tracks, my neck fur rising, my eyes filling with shock. The whole house was down to the ground. And I could just see a small chubby arm sticking out from the rubble. No. Not him! No, no no! I thought, rushing over, tripping over my own paws and my scarf, vision blurred, the rough texture of the concrete and bricks scratching the pads of my paws, thus leaving red smudges behind me. Lowering my head, I took a deep sniff, drawing in scent. He was lost. Gone. Dead forever.The dust from his arm rubbed onto my fur. I an remember that moment too well. And I never want it to happen again. I would wish it on anyone. He was lost. Gone. Dead forever.

18:34 Saturday 5th March 2011- One week and Four Days after the Earthquake
I must have fallen into a deep slumber that night, because one moment I was shaking with grief, the next I was blinking open my eyes in a small metal cage, the coolness of the material under me jolting me to wakefulness. I gazed around silenty, wondering what was going on. Only once I had awakened fully did the silence of the place hit me, only broken by the rare whine issued from another canine. This shocked me. Shouldn't there be more noise? It was too quiet for me. Too fragile. So I rose up as far as I could, which only resulted in me hitting my head on the low roof. Before I could stop it, sound erupted from my jaw and that was when the noise started. It was like dominos. A loud chorus that rung in my ears, that was bound to be heard by someone.....

02:12 Sunday 6th March 2011- One week and Five Days after the Earthquake
The cracking sound was loud. I crouched down, whimpering loudly as blood soaked my thick fur, turning it a bright scarlet shade. The whip lashed through the air once more and into my skin, and I whimpered even louder, keen for the pain and endless tortoure to end. The darkness made things even worse: I couldn't see a thing. So I couldn't save myself. Claws scraping the floor, I started forwards, trying to escape this living hell, this living nightmare, not caring if was heading the right way or not. A rough hand just grabbed my scarf, and pulled my back, resulting in my choking. It was then removed, to my displeasure. Not that anything good was happening to me. Without that scarf, I felt naked, exposed, barren. It wasn't a good feeling, but there was nothing I could do. Nothing at all. So I collasped onto the floor as the whip cracked though the air once more and hit me, knowing his fact, repeating it in my head. Every canine in the room with the pens had gone through this, and I was the last. There was nothing I could do. Nothing at all.

08:30 Thursday 10th March 2011 Two weeks and Two Days after the Earthquake
We had been found. A group of powerful men had stormed in, yelling loudly. There had been about seven of them, I think. The people who had been beating us gave up without a fight and were bound in strange metal circles which they couldn't escape. Then we were removed one by one. As they came to take me out, I backed into a corner, not knowing what they would do. My moveents were made harder my the half-healed wounds that I bore from the whip, dried, clumpy blood being wased by new, fresh blood that was leaking from my reopened wounds. But my curiosity overtook me and I edged forwards, sniffing at his fingers. As he snapped a collar around my neck and attached it to a lead, slowly and steadily guiding me out, I froze. My scarf! So I began searching for it, nose to the grond, following the scent. The man, at first, tried to stop me, but gave up, letting me move around, probably sensing that there was no point in trying to stop me. When I found it, I barked gleefully, my voice clearly filled with elation. He picked it up and considered it, then placed it over my shoulders. Even with it untied, I felt whole once more. It held so many memories, did that scarf. And I didn't want to let them go. Not yet.
Other: I'd like to change her name because I've always see her as female, and Luka is a male name, and I don't think it quite fits her. Also, the earthquake in the story line is theone that happened in Chirstchurch this year.
Durpidee

[Day Of Silence]

There is a 3 paragraph minimum for history. You might want to add to even stand a chance of getting the character ^^

then forget i filled the form. i said i'm bad at filling them.

[Solanum]

It isn't hard to expand the form ^^ I could help you if you'd like?

[Day Of Silence]

Don't bother, lots of people are bound to want that character and my writing is very bad.

[Keriae]

I know I'm going for the same character, but giving up won't get you anywhere. Plan the story before hand if that's easier, and put that in.