The New Agency: closed

[Tabuu]

I don't think people should remove their forms because of a time limit. You can always just quote it later on and edit it there. You never know if you can with with your current forms WiP state after all. c:

True, true... But really, its just so much of a WIP right now.... I don't even have a minor personality! Besides, if I did somehow get it tomorrow, I feel like I wouldn't be motivated to write a story for him afterwards. And I think he deserves a story.

[neonfrozen]

Ooh, I have always loved that wolf! Great job, Lirrie! I will be going for him next round, maybe.. C:<

[Steffi.]

Oh dear... I don't know if I'll be done. D: I'd hate to lose my chance because I wasn't done... I'll be working my butt off tomorrow morning and after school if it hasn't happened yet.

[Shimmerleaf]

Pet's ID Tag:
38
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Name You'd Choose for It:
Collin
Gender:
Male
Reason You Want It:
I'd never really noticed Collin before. I'd scroll through the kennels, and look at cats and dogs and wolves. But I never really noticed the odd little deer. However, that revamp made me see him in a new light. He wasn't just a green and red deer; he was a living, breathing character with a uniqueness that can never be replicated.
Most of my characters are either wolves or cats. After a while, it begins to get a bit boring. Yes, I still love wolves and cats, and I love all my characters dearly, but I need something different. And Collin, the odd little green deer, is just what my character thread needs.
I would love to be the one who gives Collin a forever home. I would order {and make!} plenty of art of him, and love him to pieces. I would show him off to friends and tell all of CS that he's my character.
History/Background/Other:

Mental Evaluation:

Fight or Flight?
Flight, every time.

Tests for Mental Disorders
OCD:Positive
ADD/ADHD: Negative
Adjustment Disorder: Negative
AvPD: Positive
Claustrophobia: Positive

IQ
132

Personality:
Seeing him when his OCD is active
When Collin's OCD acts up, he is a perfectionist. He will continuously straighten out his shirt, and can spend hours trying to get his hair just right. If he sees something that's off slightly and is unable to fix it, his hands will tighten up into fists and he will begin to shake. It is extremely hard for him to see something out of place and not fix it. He will often grip his pants or shirt, wrinkling it and causing him to spend time fixing that, too.

Seeing him when his AvPD is active
This... would be most of the time. When his AvPD is active, it takes control of him, much like his OCD does, except it's much more severe. It throws Collin into a deep funk, where he feels he is worthless. He feels everyone else is more worthy than him, and he won't look people in the eye or engage in friendly conversation. However, if someone criticizes him, he gets worse. He can't stand criticism, as part of his disorder. The worst is if he is rejected, usually by a girl. This is the main reason he doesn't get into relationships ever; he fears rejection.

Seeing him when his claustrophobia is active
When his claustrophobia takes control of him, Collin gets extremely fidgety and nervous. He needs room to run around, and often would like to take long walks to calm himself down. However, most of the time that he has claustrophobia attacks, he is in the classroom, and is unable to do so. In these situations, he is forced to have to close his eyes and imagine being in that large field. This is only effective some times.

Seeing him when you really, REALLY get to know him
If you can get past the OCD, AvPD, and claustrophobia and get into his inner circle of trust, Collin is an amazing individual. He's smart, artistic sometimes, and the most trustworthy friend you'll ever meet. Because, no matter what he does, his AvPD will always remain in the back of his mind, Collin never puts himself first, making him a very selfless individual. Sometimes, very close friends can convince him that he's selfless because he's a good person, not because he's got a mental disorder.
Collin will only EVER engage in a relationship if the person in question is within his inner circle of trust. By engaging in a relationship, Collin is placing his mental stability in the hands of said person, so he needs to be positive that they won't reject him, leaving him broken and forever scarred.

Nightmares:

Collin stood in a dark room. It had gray walls, a gray floor, and a gray ceiling, with no windows or doors. He looked around and began to get anxious. He could sense that something wasn't right.
Suddenly, he heard laughter, cruel laughter. "You're nothing but a worthless piece of crap," jeered a voice, then another, until it rose into a din of voices, all with harsh criticisms. Collin felt small, and he was on the verge of crying. He couldn't tell who the voices were, but he heard their cruel words and sunk to the ground.
As if to torture him further, Collin noticed with a sickening jolt that the walls were closing in on him. The laughter got louder and louder, the walls got closer and closer... He was being reduced to nothing. He was being squashed against the walls like a bug...

Collin woke up, his body drenched in sweat, and tears still in his eyes.

Story:
Collin sat at his desk, staring at the pencil placed carelessly on it. He was fighting the urge to reach out and straighten the pencil. He knew it would be better for him to leave the pencil. But eventually his body gave in and he reached out tenderly with one hoof to push the pencil into place.
Trying to regain his focus, Collin attempted to pay attention to the monotonous drone of his teacher's voice. He tapped his hooves lightly against the desk, restless and bored. His teacher paused and stared at him. Apparently his tapping had been louder than he had thought.
The teacher eyed Collin, narrowing her eyes and glaring at him. Collin shrunk down in his desk, feeling his teacher's gaze bore into him. He glanced around the small classroom and began to feel contained. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the sound of the wind.
"Collin," snapped the teacher. Collin opened his eyes with a jolt to see his teacher standing over him, clearly not pleased. Collin stared up at the teacher in nervous anticipation. The teacher was too close for his liking, so Collin tried to scoot back in his chair.
The teacher leaned forward more, knocking Collin's pencil out of place. "Collin, you're not even doing this right!" she exclaimed in anger as she took a look at his paper.
Collin gazed up at her and felt tears welling in his eyes. She was higher than him and had said that he was not doing things right, so it must be true. He began to tremble uncontrollably. Soon, he just couldn't take it any more. In a frenzy of disorientation, Collin leaped out of his seat and sprinted for the door, needing to get away from all the mess.
"Collin! Come back here!" his teacher screamed. But Collin kept running.
He ran and ran until he reached the meadow. There, he sat down under a tree and began to cry. He cried and cried until he thought he could cry no more. Then he cried more.
Suddenly, Collin heard a soft, quiet voice. "Who's there?" it asked.
Collin stood up, startled, and dusted of and straightened his shirt, his OCD kicking in. He turned to see a young girl standing in the flowers.

HUGE WIP!
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[Lirrie]

Thanks Kowwie well im working on another but i need to get off so itll probally be up morrow <3

[keydemon]

Pet's ID Tag: 31
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Name You'd Choose for It: Sahale (Native American name meaning 'falcon'.)

Gender: Male

Reason You Want It: Well, I have always admired this design because of the velvety mix of reds and the beautifully contrasting eyes, but I couldn't think of a way he fit in with my other characters. When I saw June Bug's Native American-like revamp, I saw that he would be a perfect companion for my thylacine character Toho. He's rather lonely in his tribe because he was found abandoned, but I feel that Sahale would make a perfect companion for my rather lonely thylacine. They would be companions and Sahale would help Toho realize who he really is. In short, I want him because he would be an awesome friend for my character, and I've always liked him initially. He would be proudly displayed on my character site and art would be ordered of him. If I had the inspiration, I would write him more stories. I'd love to own a beautiful boy like him. <3

History/Background/Other:

Personality: Sahale is a rather energetic tribe wolf. He always seems to have energy, even after hunting with no sleep at all. He loves to have fun and goof off, which can get him in trouble with his tribe sometimes, since he doesn't always enjoy keeping on-task constantly. He likes to interact with others and is a social butterfly, so to speak. He knows how to schmooze people and is a sweet-talker. While he can be a bit manipulative, he's not known to lie and always means well. He can be clumsy, but tries his hardest to keep himself in check, as he hates to be embarrassed. Sahale was named 'falcon' because he adores birds and the sky. He's known to collect feathers and charm birds often. He likes to adventure and wander, which lands him in sticky situations often. He survives purely on instinct, not much of a book-smart boy. Sahale is a bit oblivious to others' feelings often, but if he senses distress, he quickly makes himself a mission to help them. He doesn't know when to stop, and is a rather stubborn canine. His favorite activity is laughing, he's known to tell cheesy jokes. He can't stand grudges, and tries to be friends with everyone. Sahale is known to get hurt often because of his clumsiness combined with his athleticism and desire to impress others.

Story: Sahale wandered through the jungle, enjoying the sharp, rich scents of the vegetation wafting around him. He loved being out exploring, it made him feel free and empowered. Looking up, he admired the various birds resting themselves in the trees. He wished he was a bird sometimes, it seemed like they had all the freedom in the world, since they could fly.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Promise. <3

WIP

[Tammanae]

Code Drop Form List

Woot, new week. Yet another list for the staff to use for the Code Drop this next week~ Seeing as how people seem to confuse this with the regular code drop, I will explain here, so please make sure to read. This list is not the Code Drop, but simply a list of me collecting forms at a steadier pace as to make sure no one gets accidentally skipped over, and to make the judging a little easier come Saturday. ;3 As always, do not quote or edit this post yourself, as I am the one in charge of this, and doing so will only be confusing and spamming for both me and the rest of the staff.

Kennel 7

:Malicious:

Kennel 8

uqtubee

Kennel 13

wesleydog

Kennel 14

Silver~Moon
Nightingale~

Kennel 20

Fly.With.Me

Kennel 25

Tammanae

Kennel 31

Ikarin

Kennel 38

koowie
.Joy.
Shimmerleaf

Kennel 39

lavapony

Kennel 40

TessaKitty

Kennel 52

Tabuu

[Offended Cockatiel]

Pet's ID Tag:14
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Name You'd Choose for It:
Gender:
Reason You Want It:
History/Background/Other:
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
WIP...i'll have to add more and pm'er for permission. If this pet is not adopted i'd like to go for it,in the next CD.

[wibeke]

Pet's ID Tag:
38
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Name You'd Choose for It:
Holly
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:
Oh my God, she's adorable. <3
I've always really loved this character, and for a while I was considering adopting her. I loved the colors and simple design, but I could never think of a good enough story for her. So I decided against it, figuring that someone else would adopt her and give her a better home. I can't believe no one's gone for her up until now.
The new revamp pretty much pushed me over the edge, I have so many ideas for her personality and her story now and I'm glad to finally be able to get them all down. This isn't the end of her her story right here, I have several characters that I think would work well with her. I've actually been looking for a good friend for my porcupine character, Spike, and I think the two would make great friends.

I promise she'll be drawn often and won't just sit and gather dust. She'd certainly be a well loved character, no doubt about that. x3
History/Background/Other:
Species:
White-Tailed Deer
Age:
15
Height:
5" 2'
Personality:
Holly is a shy, quiet young deer who would rather sit and watch life go by than jump in and mess around. Rarely ever seen without a sketchbook and a pencil in hand, she's often seen a short way's off from the others, sketching with surprising accuracy the many different scenes around her, from the changing leaves to the younger children playing around her. She can think of few better pastimes than drawing, though she wishes her hooves wouldn't get in the way and make the pencil so hard to hold.
She typically makes an effort to be kind to others, though her conversations tend to be short lived and often leave both parties scratching their heads in confusion. Holly is pretty much lost in her own world, often spouting off some weird theory that sounded much better in her head or raving about how colorful and well designed a particular section of town is. Everything makes perfect sense in her head, the problem comes when she tries to explain things. This is less of cause her spending so much time alone, but rather an effect of it. It's hard to learn any sort of social skills if most of your time is spent alone-or with family, most of whom are fully used to her quirkiness by now . This has never really bothered her too much. Art is pretty much a universal language. Others might shake their heads and walk away after a failed conversation, but most seem to understand her art work.
More than anything, Holly loves Christmas time. Perhaps it's the colors of her fur, or just the general spirit of things, but she loves the season and looks forward to it all year long. It's not so much the presents, though she gets far happier at the sight of brand new pencils and good quality paper than one would ever really expect, as it is the fun of seeing all the buildings decorated in bright, glittering lights and everyone gathering together. It's the one time of year that she actually wants to be with others, and she really makes the most of it.
And of course with each new holiday season comes a thousand more subjects to draw. This alone is enough to make the little deer almost jump for joy, regardless of the occasion. It takes very little to excite her, with even the smallest of things like a caterpillar or someone saying a simple "hello" bringing a smile to her face, and she tries to find the good side of everything. Even when everything's falling apart there will always be birds singing and tons of new adventures to be had. Her pictures will often focus around this, spending hours drawing one tiny songbird or scribbling down the friendly looking face of a passerby in hopes of later making a more detailed version of it.
This isn't to say she isn't without her little breakdowns, no one can really go through life without losing it every once in a while, but as a whole Holly is remarkably calm.
History:
The fawn sat quietly in the corner of the room twirling her pencil around with her fingers, stopping every once in a while to glance up at her surroundings or to gnaw at the eraser. Her mother had her nose buried in a book whose title was much too long for the younger deer to understand. Happily she set to work, scribbling out the rough form of what she claimed to be her mother-though you'd never know it by looking. It was more of a cluster of scribbles, later colored bright green with her new set of crayons, but no one had the heart to tell her. She proudly presented the drawing to her mother, almost glowing with excitement.
The older doe chuckled warmly, tousling the mop of red hair on her fawn's head gently. "Thank you, Holly. It's beautiful."
That was around ten years ago, she remembered. Maybe a year before her mother "went away," as her father had told her. She had few memories of her mother beyond that drawing, apart from scattered little memories of what she looked like and small, unimportant little pieces of some other memory. Every once in a while she'd still look at the drawing, and with that remember faintly the scent of her cooking or her kind voice, but she couldn't say she missed her. She was too young to really remember her mother getting sick.

But the drawing stuck with her. She loved the idea of being able to capture her memories and the different sights and smells of that day. And so she became an artist, scribbling down all the different little scenes and pretty things in life.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Of course. <3

[Veggievampire]

Oh Kam, all the revamps are so pretty~ x3
I just don't click with any though. D:

..And I need to stop adopting characters.. >_>;

Though I've had my eye on 51 but.. blargh. Too many chars! D8