I am looking to adoptlove and adore forever...
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Kennel number: P112
Name: Daerhyl
Nicknames: "Dare"
When I first saw you,
You deemed me feeble, fragile of sorts!
The runt of the litter
The omega of our posse.
But no longer!
For you shall soon see my wrath,
I will not back down from your challenge.
He was nicknamed "Dare" by his fellow gangmates, because no matter what he never backed down from a 'Dare' so to speak. He was known to commit to and fulfill anything that was thrown at him. Due to this fact, the leader of the gang started calling him Dare, and the name caught on with everyone. So he has come to go by his nickname, rather than his real name.
Breed: Anthro Lion
Orientation: Straight
I do not understand this way
Although I am not against it,
I am not for it either.
But I believe that those who are attracted to the same gender,
so be it!
Let them be happy.
For everyone has that right.
Daerhyl has never been against gay or lesbian relationships, he has just never understood them. He is sort of, in the shadows of understanding. He has met people and made acquaintances with those types of people, but no matter how well he understands that they are people, and they are the same just as the rest, and they deserve to be happy. He will never understand the feelings they feel behind it. Because well, he just doesn't share them.
Why do you want this animal?:
Some say that when two people, or two things
Are meant for each other,
There is a moment when they first meet
That although they don't necessarily know it
A connection happens.
In the internal mindset,
And the heart.
When I first saw Daerhyl, his colors spoke to me. Ever so softly, like the brush on a young girls hair, lightly going back and forth. I was seemingly drawn to him, when I logged off of CS for the night, his image was plastered in my mind, and I tossed and turned that night in bed, trying to make sense of the feeling that I had. But I just could not explain it, no matter how hard I tried. He was just the exact thing that I had been looking for, I have been thinking about characters for the longest time... But I was never able to think of a design that I thought good to be my character. That would represent me in a way, no matter how subtle. And when I saw Daerhyl... I was in awe of his splendor... And I apologize if what I have written sounds cheesy to the readers eye, but it is the truth.
and what will you do for it?:
Daerhyl, is a mighty beast. A wild animal who I believe needs attention, for his personality requires it, for you must gain his trust. I would be the first to step forward and take that challenge. Art, of course, would be a must. Both drawn by me and ordered from others whose art I believe would give Daerhyl much pride and joy. I would not care for the cost, but rather the quality. And I, who am not used to drawing on oekaki, would give it a shot, drawing both traditional and computer art. I am also in the process of making/ finding characters who I believe are my characters, and then I will definitely make a thread/site for them, making them feel at home with each other, at peace. Man, I sound really cheesy today...
Personality:
When you asked me,
What I was.
I only said me.
For I did not want to let on that the
Hard outer layer I am known for
Is always at war with
The real me.
But they are all trapped.
In a single frame.
I'm going to go from his outermost layers to his innermost layers.
T O U G H
Due to his history, Daerhyl's first appearance is a strong, rippling muscles, kind of gang-member. The type who will jump you for your wallet, steal your children, smash your car windows, etc. And to be "cool" and fit in with his fellow gang-members and such, like others in his neighborhood, he has built up a strong outer barrier in which he is very slick, and his words can be very harsh. In this level of his personality, his smile is forbidden by himself, and when he does smile it is not for a good reason, and it is usually an wicked smile, not the right kind.
H A R D - H E A D E D
Once you make it past his outer layer, you are now in the workings of finding out who this man truly is. He is very hard-headed, always thinks that he is right, and if you disagree with him, then 'off with your head!' as the red queen from Alice in Wonderland would say. He believes with his entire being that he is always right, and that to disagree with him is a mortal sin. It is very VERY hard to change his mind from anything, and once he has set his mind to something, he will do it.
A N G R Y
He has a lot of anger stored up with him, from all the things that he has witnessed in his short life span so far. He feels things personally, but they are pushed down to the layers of himself such as this one. And ones below it gain these feeling too. His anger burns deep, against some force that we could not be sure of until his history is read and told.
B R O K E N
All his life he has felt that some part of himself was missing, and he just couldn't find it. He feels things in greater magnitude then things in his normal everyday life. He tries his hardest to cover up the following layers of himself, but unfortunately for him, it doesn't always work out. This is the reason he is deemed a wimp, the weakling.
M I S U N D E R S T O O D
All of his life people have thought him to be a very brutal, horrible person~ due to the fact that the people he hangs out with are. But in truth, all he is in life is scared, lonely, confused, broken inside. These people judge him by his looks, by everything he does, except they make the mistake of not taking the time to get to know him. To try to make him smile, to make his day worthwhile. he feels neglected by the world, that is part of the reason he is angry all of the time. He doesn't understand what he has done wrong, and he probably never will.
C O N F U S E D
He doesn't understand why he feels so neglected, so harmed. Maybe he feels like his parents left him on purpose, which in fact they didn't. He is very confused on what is right and wrong, and why he feels this way. He feels resentful towards his parents death, and maybe that drove him into this state of confusion that he has been in ever since.
K I N D
Whenever his so called "Friends" aren't around, he is very kind and will lend a hand in any way necessary to those who are in need. Although sometimes his resent that no one helped him will get in the way and he will become very snappy and mean to those. he no longer accepts help from the outside world due to his resentment
L O V I N G
When you reach the inner core of his sole existance, you find a loving young man who wants nothing more than to belong and to feel loved. He has been on his "own" for so many years of his life he has forgotten what it feels like. He is really in need of someone to go inside his being and to help him.
Likes:
knowing what's going on
feeling secure
true friends
dark colors
love
nature (Outdoors)
willow trees
linkin park
old cars that still work
Most Music
Dislikes:
know-it-alls (even though he can be one...)
goody two-shoes
pain
blood
Dante, the gang leader
Other persons in general... Normally
willow trees (Yep~ he both likes and dislikes them...)
Hunger
Food (Contradictory yes...)
People who hog things to themselves.
Greed.
new cars
Classical music
Thunder/ lightening
Strengths:
His physical strength
his ability to hide things like his feelings
Stealth
fights
verbally his words hurt bad
Weaknesses:
Guilt
His anger
whenever he sees something that reminds him of his childhood
his childhood
remembering
flashbacks
the pain that has been kept inside of him
the fear that someday someone will see through his outer layer
History/Background:
Full name: Daerhyl Seneca Cohen
Birth date: December 12, 1991
Birth time: 10:43 PM
Daerhyl sat beside Trix, a shaggy maned 5’9 lion, who was known in the ghetto for his cleverness. He turned and faced Trix, “What’s on the agenda today?” he asked, “Today,” he sneered, “We go to town.” He said. Daerhyl cringed, he hated ‘going to town.’ That meant that they were going to swipe purses, shoplift, and torment people, and worse.
Trix saw Daerhyl’s hesitation. “Don’t be weak Daerhyl. You’ve done this before,” he said and then whispered in his ear, “Plus, Dante would kill you if you didn’t.” he said and pulled back. Daerhyl nodded slowly, “I know.” And then he stood abruptly, he decided that he should go get some food before the raid on town.
He ran down the street, sweat beads beginning to form on his forehead, and turned to an old, run-down shack which his gang called ‘home’. He sighed and pushed open the door, which was hanging by a single hinge on the frame. He turned to the right side of the room when he heard a crunch sound. Sitting on the leather chair where their leader Dante usually sat, was Howe.
Daerhyl’s eyes widened as Howe crumpled a candy bar wrapper and stuffed it under the cushion of Dante’s chair. But then he sneered, oh poor, stupid Howe. He would be dead when Dante came back, because Howe was the only one in their gang who liked ‘Snickers’.
He pretended not to see Howe and turned his head back towards the small cabinet at the end of the hall. He flung it open and grabbed a bag of chips. The gang might have had no money, but they still had food. It wasn’t that hard to figure out how they got their food. He popped it open without any effort and stuffed his big paw in the bag. He pushed himself up onto the counter next to the non-working sink.
He put some of the salty chips in his mouth and savored their taste, closing his eyes to get the full effect. He felt like he was in heaven for one short moment, then Howe burped. He opened his eyes and smirked at Howe, “Nice one.” He said. When he had finished off the bag, he crumpled the bag up and threw it on the ground.
Then while he was walking out of the house, he spotted Dante, who was walking towards the house. He turned to the side and bowed his head at Dante, “Hello.” He said with a smirk, “Today we are going into town, eh?” he must keep on his front at all times, especially in front of Dante, who had deemed him weak after the first gang fight, where they lost it because of his hesitation.
Dante sneered back at him and nodded, “Mornin’ Dare.” He smirked and nodded his head, “’Course. Then after, we have a scheduled ‘Dare’ game with the gang form the west side, you should enjoy that very much.” He said with another smirk. Then he turned and walked off toward s the house.
Darhyl turned around and smirked, “I’ll be enjoying that very much.” He said to himself and began briskly walking away. He didn’t want to be there when Dante found Howe in his chair. The chair he had claimed for his own. He cringed slightly as he heard Dante’s snarl, a chair being upturned and a hug ‘thud’ noise, and then Howe scream bloody murder. He knew very well that Howe was drunk, and that he was going to come to very bloody and scarred.
Daerhyl hopped off of the back of the old run-down pickup truck and rolled onto the grass while the truck was still moving. He turned and saw the rest of his gang get out from under the canvas they had been hiding under and landed near him on the grass
. He stood up so he was towering over everyone and counted all the heads, “Little Jim, Dante, Trix, Corny, Ponyboy, Devon the demon, Kuro, Ham, Blockhead, Ice… And me.” He said, counting on his fingers, “that’s…. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11.” He mumbled under his breath, “Wait.” He mumbled, “That’s only eleven, we have twelve in our immediate gang.” He said to himself and looked around.
Daerhyl then walked up to Dante and tapped him on the shoulder, “Where’s Howe?” he asked, he wasn’t thinking, not connecting the earlier events of the day to now. Dante lifted his head at the sound of Daerhyl’s voice. He had been dusting off his leather boots which he was so proud of. Dante snapped, “What?!” and Daerhyl gulped, “We are missing one member, sir.” He added on, just to be safe. You could never tell with Dante.
Dante smirked, “Oh, Howe won’t be with us today.” He said, “He’s probably on his way to the hospital right now, or maybe still passed out on the floor.” He smirked, more to himself than anybody. On the inside Daerhyl grimaced, he couldn’t imagine what horrible beating Dante had given Howe, but on the outside his face was hard and stony. “Oh.” He said, like it was a normal thing.
The rest of the boys overheard the talk about Howe and gathered ‘round to hear. But they had missed the good part of the story. Once they figured this out, they simply stood and waited for Dante’s instructions. “Let’s go get some grub.” He said with a sneer. The boys all snickered, they all then split up, and were to meet each other back here in an hour.
Daerhyl headed off with Trix, his one and only friend who had remained loyal after his parents died. He looked at Trix, “Where we headed?” he asked. Trix snickered, “To dat fancy French place downtown.” He said, Daerhyl smiled evilly, “You’re bad.” He said. “I know, and I’m proud.” He replied matter-o-factly. The two started walking down the road, but before they were able to reach the first turn they were to take to get where they were going, two big burly men jumped in front of them and pulled them into the alleyway gruffly by the scruffs of their necks. They had no time to react.
Daerhyl snarled, “Get your filthy hands off me!” he cried out and struggled to get away from the fat one’s grasp. “Aw, cute.” The man said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. Trix sighed and looked away from Daerhyl, clearly embarrassed. Then Trix snarled and bit into the skinnier one’s hand. He yelped and let go. Trix scrambled away from the man and turned around, ready to fight.
Daerhyl watched him and learned quickly, he twisted his body and pushed off the man with his strong hind legs. Setting himself free from the man’s grasp. The fat one lunged at him with a knife, trying to stab him. But Daerhyl ducked and swiped his feet under the fat one’s, knocking him off of his feet. The skinny one jumped Daerhyl and scratched up his face with his sharp claws, Daerhyl screamed and hit his head into the wall, sending the man off him, but also hurting his head.
Daerhyl pushed his mane out of his face with a simple swipe of his paw. He turned and faced the two men, and then stood up to his full height. He towered over both of them, and yet he had no authority over them. The skinny man snickered, “Boy,” he started, “Are you weak?” he asked. Daerhyl shook his head, holding his head where he had hit it. “No.” he said simply, “Then I dare ya to beat us.” The skinny one snickered, Daerhyl smiled evilly, dare’s were his specialty. And then he lunged, snarling with his lips curled.
He swung a punch at the side of the fat one’s face and it hit, dead-on. He went flying, but landed on all fours, snarled, and jumped back at Daerhyl, knocking him off of his feet and sending him flying to the ground. Daerhyl looked up at him through the sweat and blood that covered his eyes, “You.” He spat and rolled over. “Yes it’s me!” the man said in a sing-song voice and clonked Trix on the head with a stone, making him crumple to the ground holding his head.
Daerhyl screamed bloody murder evilly and hit the skinny one over the head, he was bleeding and was now passed out. “That’ll teach you to mess with Dare!” he said and smirked. Then he turned on the fat one, “Care to mess with me?” he asked, holding his ground. “yes.” The man said with a wink. Then they wrestled it out. Daerhyl came out on the bottom, and he was punched in the face. Then it all went black.
Daerhyl awoke in the field, Dante standing over his face, “Weakling.” He spat and turned away. He looked groggily at Little Jim, “What happened?” he asked, “You were jumped, and then they knocked you out.” He said, “And Trix?” Daerhyl asked, “Oh… Trix was beaten up worser then you.” Little Jim said, “And they took him, holding him prisoner in their realm of the city.” He said uneasily. Daerhyl’s eyes widened, “Let’s go then!” he growled, “Wait, your head was beat up pretty bad. And plus, Dante’s really p***** off at you for losing. You have a fight with the man who took him in a day, you better be ready.” He said, “or they’ll kill Trix.” He said, his voice hard and stony.
Daerhyl flopped on his side, “Holy ****. That’ll be fun…” he sighed, ‘why am I so weak?’ he wondered. And that was when he realized what he had to do.
He had to become cold and hard... Like Dante.
Art:
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/i ... auto&rev=2
Other:
I re-wrote his history three times.... Ug.. xD
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I am looking to adopt love and adore forever...
Kennel number:
F1
Name:
Kujaku
Nickname
Ji, short for Jihatsu-teki, meaning "Spontaneous"
Randomly,
I get urges to do things.
Like laugh or cry
Dance or sing.
It is not my fault,
I love who I am!
And if you don't like it,
Go find a non-spazzy girl!
Breed:
Dragon
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
When I first laid eyes on her, my heart skipped a beat. I knew that she was the one I wanted. Her simple design on her body is perfect, and with the more complex one on the wings, it is a perfect meld of color and design.It seemed to be like an extension of me, as I believe that all of my characters need to be, to truly be my characters. Little Kujaku will become one of my main charries, I will undoubtedly give her lots of art, whether I have to pay or not, and when I have time, she will gain art from my own hand as well. She will (OF COURSE) gain a spot on my character site, which is currently a work in progress, and will be loved with all of my heart.
Personality:
O U T G O I N G
Whenever she spots a new face, a new person, she will instantly go up to them with no hesitation and ask who they are and such. But she has a fault in this too, she can sometimes ask too many questions, or questions that can be seen as offensive or personal. Because she is not aware of when to stop, for she was never taught.
P E R S I S T A N T
Kujaku is a very very persistant and will never stop asking for something unless someone is a MASTER of reasoning and manages to talk her out of it.
F A I T H F U L
When you become her friend, she will never leave your side. Well, that is unless you do something to get her really mad, or you are not faithful to her, that is the only reason she would not be faithful to you. She is known to stand up for friends and family whenever needed, no matter what the time and place she has to go to.
A D V E N T E R O U S
Whenever someone suggests, "an adventure", she is jumping up and down screaming, "ME ME! I WANNA GO!" because she always has loved suspense and adventure. Long treks in the woods or flights through forbidden lands, she will do them all.
S P O N T A N E O U S
This is one of her most outside traits. She is known to go from bubbly happy to bawling in a matter of seconds. She is very random, and will randomly ask questions or say things, just because she had a sudden urge to say it. She is always the one to turn to for laughs, because she will always have a random saying to cheer you up. But she can also tone herself down to be very sensitive and kind.
O P E N - M I N D E D
She is normally one of the first people to accept new ideas and put them to the test. She will never say no to an idea and is not rigid in what is right or wrong, she believes that to have a functioning world, we all need to be open-minded and say, "Nothing is impossible"
Likes:
Flying
Wind
Air
Rain
Water
Nature
The color green
friends
Cliffs
Insanely high heights
Family
Messy fur
Truth or Dare
Secrets
Forbidden things
Dislikes:
Fire
Fog
lies
Cheaters
Bullies
People who judge by looks
Fights
Rule-followers
History:
First flight
(As a young dragon)
The first chapter of life that really matters to you,
Is a time that will never be forgotten.
No matter how far back in memory it is pushed,
It will always be there.
No matter how hard you try to forget,
You cannot.
Fore it is burned into your brain indefinitely.
Kujaku's head slightly lifted when she heard a twig snap outside of the small den she shared with her mother. She sleepily opened her eyes and turned her head to the side, not wanting to get up. She saw her mother's evenly moving chest, going up and down slowly.
She saw that her mother was not going to wake and see what had made the noise that had woken Kujaku. She turned her sleep ridden eyes to the opening of the cave. And then she stood up and began to stagger to the opening of the cave. She wiped her eyes with her scaly hand and emerged in the sunlight.
She closed her eyes momentarily and she allowed her scales to absorb the soft gently rays of the sun, it had to be almost ten o'clock in the morning for it to be that high in the sky. She heard another twig snap and she abruptly turned her head to the left. She tilted her head trying to get a better view of the trees that surrounded the cave they lived in. Another twig snapped, and she turned again, this time behind her. She turned instantly, only to see another small dragon about her age named Zurok.
"ZUROK!" she screeched, "You scared me!" she said giggling. Zurok smiled and bounced up and down, "Are you ready?!" he asked excitedly. "For what?" she asked, now she was very interested in what he was going to say. Zurok snickered, "I got your attention now, didn't I?" he said with a wink. "Yea yea now please tell me!" she said and stretched out her tiny wings.
Zurok smiled, "Ok I'm done torchering you," he winked, "TODAY MY DADDY IS TAKING ME AND YOU TO FLY!" he said with a huge smile. Kujaku's mouth gaped open, "You're kidding me right?" she said in awe. "No, I'm not!" he said, "Can you ask your mom if you can come?" Kujaku nodded, "I'll be right back!" she said with a big goofy grin on her face.
She ran with her claws clanking on the dirt covered ground, she swerved when she turned to face her mother. She pounced on her and said, "Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!" and draped herself over her mom's face. Her mother grumbled, "Kujaku, let your mommy sleep..." and shooed her, but then lifted her head drowsily, "What is it?" rubbing her eyes.
"Zurok's Dad is going to take us flying!" she said with a smile, her mother nodded and sat up on her haunches, "Ok, but be home in time for dinner." she said with a tired smile and a wink. "Yes mommy!" she said and scurried off to find Zurok.
She wandered around until she spotted him next to a rain puddle, left over from last nights thunderstorm. She pushed him into the puddle and he spat out water at her, "Hey!" she said and giggled. "That's what you get." he said. Then he turned and faced his father, and said, "Remember Kajaku daddy?" he asked, and bounded in circles around his father. His father turned and looked at her, studying her face, "Yes... Yes! I do, now let's go kids! We have to go soon, or else we're going to miss the prime air flow!" he said and started walking through the dense forest to the edge of the cliff that they lived on.
Kujaku shook her pelt and hopped over a log, her hind feet lightly grazing the top of the rough wood, giving her a small cut. She looked back as she ran, seeing a thin, ever-so-slight trail of blood coming out of her hind left foot behind her, she sighed, but threw her head back and laughed. She saw Zurok and his father tumbling in the dirt, giving their silvery-white blue speckled pelts brown smudges.
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She rounded a corner and stopped dead still, she gasped. Before her was a huge rainforest, hundreds of feet beneath them. She stood on her hind legs slowly, the scent of pine filled her nostrils and she sighed contently, "This is where I wanna go every day." she said and sighed. Zurok's father came up behind her and nudged her, "Gorgeous isn't it?" he asked, "Yea..." she replied dreamily.
She turned her head to see Zurok come crashing through the trees, he landed flat on his snout, "Ouch..." he mumbled and stood up, "Ready dad?" He asked, "Let's do this!" Kujaku said confidently.
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She listened intently as his father told them the basics, "... and finally, you have to feel it with your heart. If you don't believe and feel it, you won't be able to fufill it." he said, seriousness in his tone.
Kujaku nodded, a small smile made its way onto her lips, she was going to enjoy this very much. She flicked her tail and said, "Let's get on with it now!" growing impatient by the second, her wings itching to begin flying. His father nodded and walked to the edge, "Understand?" he said, referring as to how, "Yes sir!" she said and clapped her paws gleefully. She followed him to the edge daintily.
"Fall off and spread your wings, catching air." he said with a smile, "And don't worry about falling, I'll catch you if anything goes wrong." he said.
Kujaku nodded, then took a deep breath, and let herself free-fall backwards. She tried to flap her wings, but they wouldn't move, she seemingly was petrified, "HELP!" she tried to scream, but it came out a coarse whisper. Her body jerked and moved like a robot, jerking this way and that.
Zurok's father apparently saw her falling out of control, "I'M COMING!" he shouted and dive-bombed down to her, he was gaining speed rapidly, his wings tucked into his body and his eyes trained on her, but he wasn't gaining it fast enough. She was going to hit the ground before he got to her.
She closed her eyes instinctively, and all she could think of was, 'I'm going to die.' but then her mind became clear, like a smooth glass, covering her entire body.
Her wings broke free of the glass, and it shattered all around her. She spread out her wings subconsciously, slowly, but surely. And when they expanded to their full length, the air was caught, and her wings became taught. She jerked back to reality as she soared up into the air, she opened her eyes, "I'm flying." was all she could say."I'M FLYING!" she screamed happily, "WOO HOOOOO!" she yelled and did a flip in the air.
Zurok's father flew down beside her, "Nice save there Kujaku!" he said, a twinkle in his eyes, "you almost gave me a heart attack!" He chuckled, "Sorry!" she said and blushed, "Well, how does it feel to fly?" he asked, her eyes widened in happiness. "AMAZING!" she yelled and flew straight upward, feeling the breeze against her fur, the wing whipping across her face. She then dive-bombed down, and spread her wings out at the last second, slowly drifting down to the clif.
She then landed softly and turned to Zurok, "Your turn." she said with a smile and a sly wink.
Art:
None~ SORRY! ;-; Didn't have time...
Other:
DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3333
Picture:
Kennel number: P112
Name: Daerhyl
Nicknames: "Dare"
When I first saw you,
You deemed me feeble, fragile of sorts!
The runt of the litter
The omega of our posse.
But no longer!
For you shall soon see my wrath,
I will not back down from your challenge.
He was nicknamed "Dare" by his fellow gangmates, because no matter what he never backed down from a 'Dare' so to speak. He was known to commit to and fulfill anything that was thrown at him. Due to this fact, the leader of the gang started calling him Dare, and the name caught on with everyone. So he has come to go by his nickname, rather than his real name.
Breed: Anthro Lion
Orientation: Straight
I do not understand this way
Although I am not against it,
I am not for it either.
But I believe that those who are attracted to the same gender,
so be it!
Let them be happy.
For everyone has that right.
Daerhyl has never been against gay or lesbian relationships, he has just never understood them. He is sort of, in the shadows of understanding. He has met people and made acquaintances with those types of people, but no matter how well he understands that they are people, and they are the same just as the rest, and they deserve to be happy. He will never understand the feelings they feel behind it. Because well, he just doesn't share them.
Why do you want this animal?:
Some say that when two people, or two things
Are meant for each other,
There is a moment when they first meet
That although they don't necessarily know it
A connection happens.
In the internal mindset,
And the heart.
When I first saw Daerhyl, his colors spoke to me. Ever so softly, like the brush on a young girls hair, lightly going back and forth. I was seemingly drawn to him, when I logged off of CS for the night, his image was plastered in my mind, and I tossed and turned that night in bed, trying to make sense of the feeling that I had. But I just could not explain it, no matter how hard I tried. He was just the exact thing that I had been looking for, I have been thinking about characters for the longest time... But I was never able to think of a design that I thought good to be my character. That would represent me in a way, no matter how subtle. And when I saw Daerhyl... I was in awe of his splendor... And I apologize if what I have written sounds cheesy to the readers eye, but it is the truth.
and what will you do for it?:
Daerhyl, is a mighty beast. A wild animal who I believe needs attention, for his personality requires it, for you must gain his trust. I would be the first to step forward and take that challenge. Art, of course, would be a must. Both drawn by me and ordered from others whose art I believe would give Daerhyl much pride and joy. I would not care for the cost, but rather the quality. And I, who am not used to drawing on oekaki, would give it a shot, drawing both traditional and computer art. I am also in the process of making/ finding characters who I believe are my characters, and then I will definitely make a thread/site for them, making them feel at home with each other, at peace. Man, I sound really cheesy today...
Personality:
When you asked me,
What I was.
I only said me.
For I did not want to let on that the
Hard outer layer I am known for
Is always at war with
The real me.
But they are all trapped.
In a single frame.
I'm going to go from his outermost layers to his innermost layers.
T O U G H
Due to his history, Daerhyl's first appearance is a strong, rippling muscles, kind of gang-member. The type who will jump you for your wallet, steal your children, smash your car windows, etc. And to be "cool" and fit in with his fellow gang-members and such, like others in his neighborhood, he has built up a strong outer barrier in which he is very slick, and his words can be very harsh. In this level of his personality, his smile is forbidden by himself, and when he does smile it is not for a good reason, and it is usually an wicked smile, not the right kind.
H A R D - H E A D E D
Once you make it past his outer layer, you are now in the workings of finding out who this man truly is. He is very hard-headed, always thinks that he is right, and if you disagree with him, then 'off with your head!' as the red queen from Alice in Wonderland would say. He believes with his entire being that he is always right, and that to disagree with him is a mortal sin. It is very VERY hard to change his mind from anything, and once he has set his mind to something, he will do it.
A N G R Y
He has a lot of anger stored up with him, from all the things that he has witnessed in his short life span so far. He feels things personally, but they are pushed down to the layers of himself such as this one. And ones below it gain these feeling too. His anger burns deep, against some force that we could not be sure of until his history is read and told.
B R O K E N
All his life he has felt that some part of himself was missing, and he just couldn't find it. He feels things in greater magnitude then things in his normal everyday life. He tries his hardest to cover up the following layers of himself, but unfortunately for him, it doesn't always work out. This is the reason he is deemed a wimp, the weakling.
M I S U N D E R S T O O D
All of his life people have thought him to be a very brutal, horrible person~ due to the fact that the people he hangs out with are. But in truth, all he is in life is scared, lonely, confused, broken inside. These people judge him by his looks, by everything he does, except they make the mistake of not taking the time to get to know him. To try to make him smile, to make his day worthwhile. he feels neglected by the world, that is part of the reason he is angry all of the time. He doesn't understand what he has done wrong, and he probably never will.
C O N F U S E D
He doesn't understand why he feels so neglected, so harmed. Maybe he feels like his parents left him on purpose, which in fact they didn't. He is very confused on what is right and wrong, and why he feels this way. He feels resentful towards his parents death, and maybe that drove him into this state of confusion that he has been in ever since.
K I N D
Whenever his so called "Friends" aren't around, he is very kind and will lend a hand in any way necessary to those who are in need. Although sometimes his resent that no one helped him will get in the way and he will become very snappy and mean to those. he no longer accepts help from the outside world due to his resentment
L O V I N G
When you reach the inner core of his sole existance, you find a loving young man who wants nothing more than to belong and to feel loved. He has been on his "own" for so many years of his life he has forgotten what it feels like. He is really in need of someone to go inside his being and to help him.
Likes:
knowing what's going on
feeling secure
true friends
dark colors
love
nature (Outdoors)
willow trees
linkin park
old cars that still work
Most Music
Dislikes:
know-it-alls (even though he can be one...)
goody two-shoes
pain
blood
Dante, the gang leader
Other persons in general... Normally
willow trees (Yep~ he both likes and dislikes them...)
Hunger
Food (Contradictory yes...)
People who hog things to themselves.
Greed.
new cars
Classical music
Thunder/ lightening
Strengths:
His physical strength
his ability to hide things like his feelings
Stealth
fights
verbally his words hurt bad
Weaknesses:
Guilt
His anger
whenever he sees something that reminds him of his childhood
his childhood
remembering
flashbacks
the pain that has been kept inside of him
the fear that someday someone will see through his outer layer
History/Background:
Full name: Daerhyl Seneca Cohen
Birth date: December 12, 1991
Birth time: 10:43 PM
Daerhyl sat beside Trix, a shaggy maned 5’9 lion, who was known in the ghetto for his cleverness. He turned and faced Trix, “What’s on the agenda today?” he asked, “Today,” he sneered, “We go to town.” He said. Daerhyl cringed, he hated ‘going to town.’ That meant that they were going to swipe purses, shoplift, and torment people, and worse.
Trix saw Daerhyl’s hesitation. “Don’t be weak Daerhyl. You’ve done this before,” he said and then whispered in his ear, “Plus, Dante would kill you if you didn’t.” he said and pulled back. Daerhyl nodded slowly, “I know.” And then he stood abruptly, he decided that he should go get some food before the raid on town.
He ran down the street, sweat beads beginning to form on his forehead, and turned to an old, run-down shack which his gang called ‘home’. He sighed and pushed open the door, which was hanging by a single hinge on the frame. He turned to the right side of the room when he heard a crunch sound. Sitting on the leather chair where their leader Dante usually sat, was Howe.
Daerhyl’s eyes widened as Howe crumpled a candy bar wrapper and stuffed it under the cushion of Dante’s chair. But then he sneered, oh poor, stupid Howe. He would be dead when Dante came back, because Howe was the only one in their gang who liked ‘Snickers’.
He pretended not to see Howe and turned his head back towards the small cabinet at the end of the hall. He flung it open and grabbed a bag of chips. The gang might have had no money, but they still had food. It wasn’t that hard to figure out how they got their food. He popped it open without any effort and stuffed his big paw in the bag. He pushed himself up onto the counter next to the non-working sink.
He put some of the salty chips in his mouth and savored their taste, closing his eyes to get the full effect. He felt like he was in heaven for one short moment, then Howe burped. He opened his eyes and smirked at Howe, “Nice one.” He said. When he had finished off the bag, he crumpled the bag up and threw it on the ground.
Then while he was walking out of the house, he spotted Dante, who was walking towards the house. He turned to the side and bowed his head at Dante, “Hello.” He said with a smirk, “Today we are going into town, eh?” he must keep on his front at all times, especially in front of Dante, who had deemed him weak after the first gang fight, where they lost it because of his hesitation.
Dante sneered back at him and nodded, “Mornin’ Dare.” He smirked and nodded his head, “’Course. Then after, we have a scheduled ‘Dare’ game with the gang form the west side, you should enjoy that very much.” He said with another smirk. Then he turned and walked off toward s the house.
Darhyl turned around and smirked, “I’ll be enjoying that very much.” He said to himself and began briskly walking away. He didn’t want to be there when Dante found Howe in his chair. The chair he had claimed for his own. He cringed slightly as he heard Dante’s snarl, a chair being upturned and a hug ‘thud’ noise, and then Howe scream bloody murder. He knew very well that Howe was drunk, and that he was going to come to very bloody and scarred.
Daerhyl hopped off of the back of the old run-down pickup truck and rolled onto the grass while the truck was still moving. He turned and saw the rest of his gang get out from under the canvas they had been hiding under and landed near him on the grass
. He stood up so he was towering over everyone and counted all the heads, “Little Jim, Dante, Trix, Corny, Ponyboy, Devon the demon, Kuro, Ham, Blockhead, Ice… And me.” He said, counting on his fingers, “that’s…. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11.” He mumbled under his breath, “Wait.” He mumbled, “That’s only eleven, we have twelve in our immediate gang.” He said to himself and looked around.
Daerhyl then walked up to Dante and tapped him on the shoulder, “Where’s Howe?” he asked, he wasn’t thinking, not connecting the earlier events of the day to now. Dante lifted his head at the sound of Daerhyl’s voice. He had been dusting off his leather boots which he was so proud of. Dante snapped, “What?!” and Daerhyl gulped, “We are missing one member, sir.” He added on, just to be safe. You could never tell with Dante.
Dante smirked, “Oh, Howe won’t be with us today.” He said, “He’s probably on his way to the hospital right now, or maybe still passed out on the floor.” He smirked, more to himself than anybody. On the inside Daerhyl grimaced, he couldn’t imagine what horrible beating Dante had given Howe, but on the outside his face was hard and stony. “Oh.” He said, like it was a normal thing.
The rest of the boys overheard the talk about Howe and gathered ‘round to hear. But they had missed the good part of the story. Once they figured this out, they simply stood and waited for Dante’s instructions. “Let’s go get some grub.” He said with a sneer. The boys all snickered, they all then split up, and were to meet each other back here in an hour.
Daerhyl headed off with Trix, his one and only friend who had remained loyal after his parents died. He looked at Trix, “Where we headed?” he asked. Trix snickered, “To dat fancy French place downtown.” He said, Daerhyl smiled evilly, “You’re bad.” He said. “I know, and I’m proud.” He replied matter-o-factly. The two started walking down the road, but before they were able to reach the first turn they were to take to get where they were going, two big burly men jumped in front of them and pulled them into the alleyway gruffly by the scruffs of their necks. They had no time to react.
Daerhyl snarled, “Get your filthy hands off me!” he cried out and struggled to get away from the fat one’s grasp. “Aw, cute.” The man said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. Trix sighed and looked away from Daerhyl, clearly embarrassed. Then Trix snarled and bit into the skinnier one’s hand. He yelped and let go. Trix scrambled away from the man and turned around, ready to fight.
Daerhyl watched him and learned quickly, he twisted his body and pushed off the man with his strong hind legs. Setting himself free from the man’s grasp. The fat one lunged at him with a knife, trying to stab him. But Daerhyl ducked and swiped his feet under the fat one’s, knocking him off of his feet. The skinny one jumped Daerhyl and scratched up his face with his sharp claws, Daerhyl screamed and hit his head into the wall, sending the man off him, but also hurting his head.
Daerhyl pushed his mane out of his face with a simple swipe of his paw. He turned and faced the two men, and then stood up to his full height. He towered over both of them, and yet he had no authority over them. The skinny man snickered, “Boy,” he started, “Are you weak?” he asked. Daerhyl shook his head, holding his head where he had hit it. “No.” he said simply, “Then I dare ya to beat us.” The skinny one snickered, Daerhyl smiled evilly, dare’s were his specialty. And then he lunged, snarling with his lips curled.
He swung a punch at the side of the fat one’s face and it hit, dead-on. He went flying, but landed on all fours, snarled, and jumped back at Daerhyl, knocking him off of his feet and sending him flying to the ground. Daerhyl looked up at him through the sweat and blood that covered his eyes, “You.” He spat and rolled over. “Yes it’s me!” the man said in a sing-song voice and clonked Trix on the head with a stone, making him crumple to the ground holding his head.
Daerhyl screamed bloody murder evilly and hit the skinny one over the head, he was bleeding and was now passed out. “That’ll teach you to mess with Dare!” he said and smirked. Then he turned on the fat one, “Care to mess with me?” he asked, holding his ground. “yes.” The man said with a wink. Then they wrestled it out. Daerhyl came out on the bottom, and he was punched in the face. Then it all went black.
Daerhyl awoke in the field, Dante standing over his face, “Weakling.” He spat and turned away. He looked groggily at Little Jim, “What happened?” he asked, “You were jumped, and then they knocked you out.” He said, “And Trix?” Daerhyl asked, “Oh… Trix was beaten up worser then you.” Little Jim said, “And they took him, holding him prisoner in their realm of the city.” He said uneasily. Daerhyl’s eyes widened, “Let’s go then!” he growled, “Wait, your head was beat up pretty bad. And plus, Dante’s really p***** off at you for losing. You have a fight with the man who took him in a day, you better be ready.” He said, “or they’ll kill Trix.” He said, his voice hard and stony.
Daerhyl flopped on his side, “Holy ****. That’ll be fun…” he sighed, ‘why am I so weak?’ he wondered. And that was when he realized what he had to do.
He had to become cold and hard... Like Dante.
Art:
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/i ... auto&rev=2
Other:
I re-wrote his history three times.... Ug.. xD
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I am looking to adopt love and adore forever...
Kennel number:
F1
Name:
Kujaku
Nickname
Ji, short for Jihatsu-teki, meaning "Spontaneous"
Randomly,
I get urges to do things.
Like laugh or cry
Dance or sing.
It is not my fault,
I love who I am!
And if you don't like it,
Go find a non-spazzy girl!
Breed:
Dragon
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
When I first laid eyes on her, my heart skipped a beat. I knew that she was the one I wanted. Her simple design on her body is perfect, and with the more complex one on the wings, it is a perfect meld of color and design.It seemed to be like an extension of me, as I believe that all of my characters need to be, to truly be my characters. Little Kujaku will become one of my main charries, I will undoubtedly give her lots of art, whether I have to pay or not, and when I have time, she will gain art from my own hand as well. She will (OF COURSE) gain a spot on my character site, which is currently a work in progress, and will be loved with all of my heart.
Personality:
O U T G O I N G
Whenever she spots a new face, a new person, she will instantly go up to them with no hesitation and ask who they are and such. But she has a fault in this too, she can sometimes ask too many questions, or questions that can be seen as offensive or personal. Because she is not aware of when to stop, for she was never taught.
P E R S I S T A N T
Kujaku is a very very persistant and will never stop asking for something unless someone is a MASTER of reasoning and manages to talk her out of it.
F A I T H F U L
When you become her friend, she will never leave your side. Well, that is unless you do something to get her really mad, or you are not faithful to her, that is the only reason she would not be faithful to you. She is known to stand up for friends and family whenever needed, no matter what the time and place she has to go to.
A D V E N T E R O U S
Whenever someone suggests, "an adventure", she is jumping up and down screaming, "ME ME! I WANNA GO!" because she always has loved suspense and adventure. Long treks in the woods or flights through forbidden lands, she will do them all.
S P O N T A N E O U S
This is one of her most outside traits. She is known to go from bubbly happy to bawling in a matter of seconds. She is very random, and will randomly ask questions or say things, just because she had a sudden urge to say it. She is always the one to turn to for laughs, because she will always have a random saying to cheer you up. But she can also tone herself down to be very sensitive and kind.
O P E N - M I N D E D
She is normally one of the first people to accept new ideas and put them to the test. She will never say no to an idea and is not rigid in what is right or wrong, she believes that to have a functioning world, we all need to be open-minded and say, "Nothing is impossible"
Likes:
Flying
Wind
Air
Rain
Water
Nature
The color green
friends
Cliffs
Insanely high heights
Family
Messy fur
Truth or Dare
Secrets
Forbidden things
Dislikes:
Fire
Fog
lies
Cheaters
Bullies
People who judge by looks
Fights
Rule-followers
History:
First flight
(As a young dragon)
The first chapter of life that really matters to you,
Is a time that will never be forgotten.
No matter how far back in memory it is pushed,
It will always be there.
No matter how hard you try to forget,
You cannot.
Fore it is burned into your brain indefinitely.
Kujaku's head slightly lifted when she heard a twig snap outside of the small den she shared with her mother. She sleepily opened her eyes and turned her head to the side, not wanting to get up. She saw her mother's evenly moving chest, going up and down slowly.
She saw that her mother was not going to wake and see what had made the noise that had woken Kujaku. She turned her sleep ridden eyes to the opening of the cave. And then she stood up and began to stagger to the opening of the cave. She wiped her eyes with her scaly hand and emerged in the sunlight.
She closed her eyes momentarily and she allowed her scales to absorb the soft gently rays of the sun, it had to be almost ten o'clock in the morning for it to be that high in the sky. She heard another twig snap and she abruptly turned her head to the left. She tilted her head trying to get a better view of the trees that surrounded the cave they lived in. Another twig snapped, and she turned again, this time behind her. She turned instantly, only to see another small dragon about her age named Zurok.
"ZUROK!" she screeched, "You scared me!" she said giggling. Zurok smiled and bounced up and down, "Are you ready?!" he asked excitedly. "For what?" she asked, now she was very interested in what he was going to say. Zurok snickered, "I got your attention now, didn't I?" he said with a wink. "Yea yea now please tell me!" she said and stretched out her tiny wings.
Zurok smiled, "Ok I'm done torchering you," he winked, "TODAY MY DADDY IS TAKING ME AND YOU TO FLY!" he said with a huge smile. Kujaku's mouth gaped open, "You're kidding me right?" she said in awe. "No, I'm not!" he said, "Can you ask your mom if you can come?" Kujaku nodded, "I'll be right back!" she said with a big goofy grin on her face.
She ran with her claws clanking on the dirt covered ground, she swerved when she turned to face her mother. She pounced on her and said, "Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!" and draped herself over her mom's face. Her mother grumbled, "Kujaku, let your mommy sleep..." and shooed her, but then lifted her head drowsily, "What is it?" rubbing her eyes.
"Zurok's Dad is going to take us flying!" she said with a smile, her mother nodded and sat up on her haunches, "Ok, but be home in time for dinner." she said with a tired smile and a wink. "Yes mommy!" she said and scurried off to find Zurok.
She wandered around until she spotted him next to a rain puddle, left over from last nights thunderstorm. She pushed him into the puddle and he spat out water at her, "Hey!" she said and giggled. "That's what you get." he said. Then he turned and faced his father, and said, "Remember Kajaku daddy?" he asked, and bounded in circles around his father. His father turned and looked at her, studying her face, "Yes... Yes! I do, now let's go kids! We have to go soon, or else we're going to miss the prime air flow!" he said and started walking through the dense forest to the edge of the cliff that they lived on.
Kujaku shook her pelt and hopped over a log, her hind feet lightly grazing the top of the rough wood, giving her a small cut. She looked back as she ran, seeing a thin, ever-so-slight trail of blood coming out of her hind left foot behind her, she sighed, but threw her head back and laughed. She saw Zurok and his father tumbling in the dirt, giving their silvery-white blue speckled pelts brown smudges.
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She rounded a corner and stopped dead still, she gasped. Before her was a huge rainforest, hundreds of feet beneath them. She stood on her hind legs slowly, the scent of pine filled her nostrils and she sighed contently, "This is where I wanna go every day." she said and sighed. Zurok's father came up behind her and nudged her, "Gorgeous isn't it?" he asked, "Yea..." she replied dreamily.
She turned her head to see Zurok come crashing through the trees, he landed flat on his snout, "Ouch..." he mumbled and stood up, "Ready dad?" He asked, "Let's do this!" Kujaku said confidently.
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She listened intently as his father told them the basics, "... and finally, you have to feel it with your heart. If you don't believe and feel it, you won't be able to fufill it." he said, seriousness in his tone.
Kujaku nodded, a small smile made its way onto her lips, she was going to enjoy this very much. She flicked her tail and said, "Let's get on with it now!" growing impatient by the second, her wings itching to begin flying. His father nodded and walked to the edge, "Understand?" he said, referring as to how, "Yes sir!" she said and clapped her paws gleefully. She followed him to the edge daintily.
"Fall off and spread your wings, catching air." he said with a smile, "And don't worry about falling, I'll catch you if anything goes wrong." he said.
Kujaku nodded, then took a deep breath, and let herself free-fall backwards. She tried to flap her wings, but they wouldn't move, she seemingly was petrified, "HELP!" she tried to scream, but it came out a coarse whisper. Her body jerked and moved like a robot, jerking this way and that.
Zurok's father apparently saw her falling out of control, "I'M COMING!" he shouted and dive-bombed down to her, he was gaining speed rapidly, his wings tucked into his body and his eyes trained on her, but he wasn't gaining it fast enough. She was going to hit the ground before he got to her.
She closed her eyes instinctively, and all she could think of was, 'I'm going to die.' but then her mind became clear, like a smooth glass, covering her entire body.
Her wings broke free of the glass, and it shattered all around her. She spread out her wings subconsciously, slowly, but surely. And when they expanded to their full length, the air was caught, and her wings became taught. She jerked back to reality as she soared up into the air, she opened her eyes, "I'm flying." was all she could say."I'M FLYING!" she screamed happily, "WOO HOOOOO!" she yelled and did a flip in the air.
Zurok's father flew down beside her, "Nice save there Kujaku!" he said, a twinkle in his eyes, "you almost gave me a heart attack!" He chuckled, "Sorry!" she said and blushed, "Well, how does it feel to fly?" he asked, her eyes widened in happiness. "AMAZING!" she yelled and flew straight upward, feeling the breeze against her fur, the wing whipping across her face. She then dive-bombed down, and spread her wings out at the last second, slowly drifting down to the clif.
She then landed softly and turned to Zurok, "Your turn." she said with a smile and a sly wink.
Art:
None~ SORRY! ;-; Didn't have time...
Other:
DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3333
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