Tracker Dog Application Series 20
Username:
Batman.
Tracker Dog you want:
Number Seventy-one (71)
Name you'll give it:
Lexxus
Nickname:
Lex
Trainer's Name:
Maxxius
Trainer's Looks:
(Picture coming sooon)
Tall with black hair, and purple eyes. He has tan skin and is tall and lean, but strong.
Reason why you want it:
This tracker shows much potential when it comes to the field of government defense. I see a future of this tracker being used to protect various celebrities, corporate CEOs, and maybe even the President. This tracker will be trained in high discipline and in the art of defense. She will be used mostly for high profile jobs. Her trainer, Maxxius, would treat her with respect and let her slack off every once and awhile.
Will it be used in any kind of story?
If I get out of writer's block, and this introduction was epic, then yes.
Describe its personality:
Shy and cold, Lex tends to keep to herself. Her personality is usually what puts people away. She tends to try and stay away from adults as much as possible, but children she adores. She will protect them at any cost, and choose them over her own trainer!
Though sometimes ignorant, she is obedient. Maxxius trained her well in the art of save and evade, which means taking someone up in her force field, then running away from the situation before her sixty second field was up.
Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Far outside the facility, a figure roamed, the rain pelting its skin, but a faint glow surrounded it which gave it a strange appeal. It seemed to be limping, one paw in the air. It held no eyes on its intelligent face, and strange 'armor' about its strong body. Rising its face to face the wind, it sniffed. It could smell almost nothing, becides the faint smell of blood on her. It had been a horrible few hours of life...
I took my first breath, tasting the cool air for the first time. Then, I realized that it wasn't air at all, it was a strange liquid. I started to gag and struggle, but wires kept me from moving.
'There drowning me!'
My mind screamed as my legs worked upwards. I was no Aquatic tracker, so this was useless. I soon started to get light headed, and I started to sink. When I lay crumpled on the bottom of the tank, only then did the liquid begin to drain. After five minutes, I finally tasted air. I gasped and coughed, as I tried to breathe. Laughter from various humans caught my ear. They started to speak strangely, as If they were talking in tongues I didn't know of. But this wasn't true, for it seemed vaguely familiar. Then, a strong arm dragged me out of the tank. I coughed and sputtered on the floor, blindly looking about. I was wet with the goo from soppy head, to soppy toe, and I felt strange as I stood. My legs wobbled and shook as I tried to walk, which I soon found to be useless, for the creatures surrounding me were poking and prodding me with various items, attempting to make me fall. I growled, gnashing my pointed teeth at them in anger. They merely laughed, and poked me some more. After quite a long time of this, one said to the other something about armor. My ears perked at this as I was led into another room with various smells. I was helped up onto a table and was forced into a laying position. I struggled as they secured my feet and poked me with something sharp. I soon became drowsy and quickly fell asleep, to the sound of chainsaws.
"Who will you choose, sir?"
The scientist asked, pointing at the available trackers. The I studied them all carefully, looking into thier faces with piercing purple eyes.
"Its not here."
I finally said, standing up to my full height. I was a tall man, lean, but muscular. The scientist started to say something, then another scientist ran in, her hair in a messy bun, and her lab coat stained with various colors, including red. She whispered in the scientist's ear and his eyes widened.
"What? How can this be?"
He said, motioning for me to follow. Walking down a long, dark, corridor, the I could see many experiments progressing. I saw fragments of leg, or disembodied heads, being tampered with. I only knew later that these were a precursor to what was to come.
We soon reached a door, much like a door that you would see inside a peaceful house, living its days peacefully on the countryside. The female scientist opened the door, her hand shaking on the nob. The male scientist peeked around the cornier and shook his head, motioning for me to look. Outside, was a wonderful tracker, sitting and seeming to watch my every move with sightless eyes. I smiled, and looked to the scientists,
"I'll take her."
WIP