Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Papyrsatyr]

^ ^ It's fine Digidream. We all have our bad days. =3 *huggles*

[kitten5862]

I think I'm just going to watch this round. And Applefiend, I thought your name was Applefriend!

[Enoch]

Based on Atwood's donations, I like either Polly or Kingfisher. Can't decide.

[Xanre]

I like Oriole and Kingfisher.

[Ebonpyre]

When will we be able to post forms? I see that the donations are up...

[Xanre]

Oh hey, look! Donations!

*thinks hard about new character ideas*

[Atwood]

ADOPTIONS are now open. ^^

[Ebonpyre]

Why must I always like whatever's number 4?

I would like to adopt!
Number: 4
Picture:
Name: Asher
Species: Asher is a highly strange combination of species. His main species is a Side-striped jackal, but his ancestry can be traced back to African wild dogs and maned wolves. Magic runs thickly through his veins, giving him the power to shift into an upright, two-legged form, vaguely humanoid...

Personality:
Smooth and cunning, Asher is the master of deception. He is fully confident in himself and his abilities, almost to the point of arrogance. If ever he might want something, there is no doubt that it will be his, eventualy, as he will go to any lengths to achieve his goals.
While he holds great power, he is ever ambitious for more.

Cold and detatched, Asher avoids contact with anyone else. Moving constantly, fighting back his vengeful past, he never stays in one place very long. There is one place that he returns to often, though, one place that keeps the dark memories at bay...


Likes:
Asher has gone to the point of liking very few things anymore. Being alone is probably the most enjoyment he has, thinking over the happy memories of his childhood, and tormenting over the mistakes of his past.

Being in control is the second most enjoyable thing for him. Not really over others, like most, but over himself. Controlling his emotions, keeping others from seeing who he truly is. Unlike when he was a child, he can now easily controll himself, and others along with that.

The power of the storm, the ferocious intensity of the howling wing is the only thing that can calm him, distract him from the raging turmoil within himself. He has been known to stand on the edge of a deep chasm, one with the power around him.
For such, he has been called mad.

The companionship of his sister, Danica, offers him some comfort. Her optimistic behaviour can usualy draw him out of his moods, and she has even managed to make him smile again.

Dislikes:
Being annoyed. If something does manage to anger him, though, he doesn't show it as you might expect. His voice will lower, filled with deadly menace. If you are unfortunate enough to hear that tone, expect his words to be the last you ever hear.
Being contradicted is just as bad. If you attempt to correct him, you either have a death wish, or are really, really stupid.

Background:

Never risk what you can't afford to loose.

That was one lesson that I learned the hard way.

It all started as a teenager. When I met my 'friends'

The sun beat down on the grove, light dappling the ground through the leaves. I swirled my wooden staff with ease, swinging and bashing at invisible foes. I had been training most of the morning, and was dead tired. Finally I dropped the makeshift weapon, and sprawled out on the grass. As I did, I allowed my body to return to it's four-legged form. Magic had enabled me to change, walking on two legs like a human as was my wont.
"What's bothering you?" I asked the young woman behind me, leaning against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak. I had noticed her acting oddly today.
"A teenager."
I cocked an eyebrow.
"He was making fun of you. And I clawed his face."
I vainly tried to hide a smile. Naomi and I were close, and I never could decide if I hated it or loved it. There were pros and cons to both sides. Pro, I always had someone to go to. I always had a friend. Con, she always got herself way in over her head when it came to standing up for me. I was picked on, but used to it. She didn’t need to bother himself with the matter.
"Just because I can't do much doesn't mean I shouldn't do anything." She protested, as if reading my thoughts. I had always been told my face was as see-through as glass.

"How cute." The voice came suddenly, dripping with sarcasm.
Naomi and I both started at the sound of someone’s voice disrupting out perfect sanctuary. I looked over to see a tall, young wolf with ragged blonde fur standing there, doing nothing but watching us. He stood on two legs like a human, yet was obviously canine. It was no odd thing around here, in this land most of us held the same power.
Naomi tensed up beside me, and I instinctively leaped to my feet.
“Yes?” I snapped. “Do you want something?”
The boy chuckled. It was an unpleasant laugh, the sort that sent chills down your spine.

"I was merely watching you two." He responded, as if there was nothing wrong with randomly watching two strangers in the woods. "You’re really good, you know that?”
I blinked. "Who, me?"
The boy nodded sardonicaly and rolled his eyes. Great, I though angrily. Now he thinks I'm an idiot.
I went on. "I'm better at defense. I wouldn't attack anyone."
No one said anything for a long, silent moment. "What's your name?" The stranger asked finally, stepping forward and changing to his four-legged form at the same time.

"Asher." I replied suspiciously.
"Nice."
I nodded, not knowing how to respond to that. Naomi was cursing under her breath. I didn’t know why, but it added a reason to why I was weary of the newcomer. It was silent until he finally spoke again.
“I would like to fight you sometime. See if you are really as good as you seem. We could use someone like you on our team.”
Team? I didn’t want to know what team it was. I wasn’t expecting to join it. But... I did like to fight.
“Just tell me when and where,” I said with a sly smile.

The boy nodded, so slightly it was almost imperceptible. “Will do." He said, then turned away and was gone.
“That was odd,” I said after a long silence. Naomi nodded in agreement. Then she sighed.
“He was the one who made fun of you today,” she said quietly.
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. I was glad he wanted to fight me. Great chance to prove him wrong.
“Kill him, would you?” Naomi asked, I knew she was serious.
I laughed and put my arm around her shoulders.
“If I ever get the chance and a reason, I promise I will."

Naomi smiled at me, then took off running. "Race 'ya!"
“What?!” I ran after her. “Not fair!”
She beat me at races, and now she was going to beat me again. She was a fast runner and could win easily. She knew it as well as I did. I would get taunted and teased when we returned to the village, but when it came down to it, I didn’t care. As far as I was concerned, things were great and nothing was going to change it.

Or so I thought…

[Papyrsatyr]

1) Sorry it's a little big.
2) I don't expect this to be accepted. This was just a test run on using CMYK color sliders on photoshop.

DONATION!
Picture:
Name: None
Species: akita inu mix
Link to lineart: http://cristaleyes.deviantart.com/art/F ... f-85443950
Any extra conditions?: If no longer wanted return to me please. Would prefer if this was not adopted as a fursona.

[acciobadger]

I'd try out for him/her. :3

I'll probably post a form for #10 as well, can we still do two?