The New Agency: closed

[nowi]

Just as a heads up, I've changed my form from number 40 to number 44. Thank you <3

[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 ;3 As always, do not quote or edit this post yourself, as I am the one in charge of this, and doing so will only be confusing and spamming for both me and the rest of the staff.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~
Aysan1

Kennel 20

Fly.With.Me

Kennel 25

Tammanae

Kennel 31

Ikarin

Kennel 38

koowie
.Joy.
Shimmerleaf
wibeke

Kennel 39

lavapony

Kennel 44

TessaKitty

Kennel 52

Tabuu

[Micki.]

***Warning:
This form is no where near complete. I always add onto forms once I win a character. Also, if I win him/her, I'll share everything I write involving him/her on the Agency fanclub thread to prove I use him/her [and for those who are interested in his/her story].***

Pix is awesome!

"A large man does not equate to a large success, just as a little man does not equate to little success."

[[Kennel Number;; Pet's ID Tag <3;;]]
Number fourteen [14]
[[Name You'd Choose for It <3;;]]
Shahzad/Acorn
[[Breed <3;;]]
Corgi Shifting Persian God.
[[Reason You Want It <3;;]]
I absolutely adore him. I'm not sure what it is, but I love him to bits and pieces and I really connect with him. His design is so simple, yet so cute and perfect. And, to top it all off, he's a CORGI! You have no idea how much I love those little dogs. Plus, I could honestly just see a great story in mind for him.
[[History;; Background;; Other <3;;]]
Born a God, Shahzad always had the world handed to him on a silver platter... Until that fateful day. [Full history; See 'My Story.']
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Yup, definitely. :]]

||What will you do for it?||
If I win him, I'll give him the most love possible. He'll be smothered in it! I'll draw art of him and, if possible, order art from other artists. Shahzad will be written about very frequently. Trust me when I say Ahza will be well taken care of and loved very, very much. He's just too cute and perfect not to be loved. <3
||Art||
Coming soon! <3
||Other||
I hope you don't mind me adding my normal form onto this; it has everything the agency's form has and more.

[[.Basic information.]]

[[Name <3;;]]
.Birth Name.

...Meaning...<3;; Persian name meaning Prince.
...Reason[s]...<3;; His father is the God, or King, of all Gods so technically he's the prince of Gods.
...Nickname...<3;; Shah, Ahza, Zad.

--Full name <3;;
Shahzad

.Current name.

...Meaning...<3;; See above.
...Reason[s]...<3;; See above.
...Nickname...<3;; Acorn, Shah, Ahza, Zad; mainly Acorn.

--Full name <3;;
Shahzad
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[[Age <3;;]]
Unknown
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[[DoB;; Date of Birth <3;;]]
October 9
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[[Voice <3;;]]
Always smooth and seductive. There's a playful edge to it that shows his personality. His voice is
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[[Sexual Orientation <3;;]]
Bisexual
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[[Relationship Status <3;;]]
Single; not seeking for one, but he would be okay with one.
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[[Mate <3;;]]
None.
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[[Gender <3;;]]
Male
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[[Life Expectancy <3;;]]
He's a God, so he's kinda immortal.
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[[.Disposition.]]

[[Personality <3;;]]
.In a Nutshell.
--All together now <3;;
*Headstrong
*Independent
*Cocky
*Intelligent
*Strategic
*Logical
*Flirtatious
.In Depth.
--YupYup <3;;
Headstrong. Ahzad prefers not to listen to others. In fact, he is quite determined not to listen to them and he absolutely refuses to take orders. He's also very stubborn.
Independent. Shahzad prefers to do things alone; it's just how he's comfortable. He doesn't much like doing things with others and much prefers to be free of orders.
Cocky. He knows he's better than a lot of the gods and he doesn't try to hide it. He's also very confident in himself.
Intelligent. Contrary to the belief that he is stupid, Shahzad is very intelligent. However, he prefers not to show it too much because he does not like being as smart as he is.
Strategic. He often does things according to a strategy he believes will have positive outcomes. Ahzad often does these things without others realizing it and, sometimes, without realizing it himself.
Logical.
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***Please note that some of these 'chapters' are still a WIP***

[[My Story <3;;]]
Present - Ahzad is awaken by his dream.
Life: with it comes Death - His dreams sets off a memory; a young Shahzad sees his first sacrifice.
Present - Ahzad's flashback is interrupted.

||Present||

'Blood. So much blood.

It dripped from the ceilings and it oozed from floors; it painted the walls crimson. The limp body, that of a woman, lay on, what was once, a white mattress which lay only on the ground. She simply looked... broken. Her eyes were still open as I walked towards her. My feet moved and I could not stop them. I kneeled beside the mattress and I saw my hand reach out, but I swore that I was not moving it.

I touched her face... so cold.

That look in her eyes; fear. Her eyes still showed the fear she must have felt. But, was it fear of Death or fear of the after life? I could not tell. I heard a raspy sigh echo off of the wall, but it did not sound like my own voice anymore. The sound made me jump; the room had been so deathly still and I was not even aware that I had sighed.

A shiver ran down my spine.

Was it cold in here or was I just psyching myself out? I stared at the woman for a long time for an unknown reason. Maybe I was trying to figure out what she was thinking at the time of her death? Yes! That was it. That was what it was.'

I awoke with a start. My stomach churned at the sick dream I'd just had. It was so... so vivid, so detailed. And the blood... There was simply too much of it for my comfort. It made me sick to the stomach that my very mind could create something so twisted, but it didn't surprise me. After all, I'd seen many sacrifices...

||Life: with it, comes Death||

Tears streamed down my face. Why was this happening and why was I being forced to watch it? Surely this woman had done nothing wrong. His own father was the one that would be doing the deed... How could he stand to bring this strong Goddess to her end?

"Mother!"

I screamed as the Goddess' body fell limp. How could my father have killed her? She was his wife; she was my mother. Why had she been the one sacrificed? This wasn't fair. She'd had so much left to live for; she was the most brilliant Goddess there was, I was sure of it. And now she was gone. Why had they taken her from me? I was only a child and now I would have to live the rest of my life without a mother... how was this fair?

[Ailani]

♥Tibby♥ to Fluttershy, just wanted to let you guys know :D

[Irios Atelis]

Pets ID tag
#40

Name You'd Choose for It:
Chatoyant
Commonly called Chat

Gender:
Male

Reason You Want It:
I saw him and is was instant love! I have always wanted a dragon character to RP and also to be a reference while I try to get some Dragon drawing skills into place. I love how the black goes perfectly with the other colours and he will be fun to write about. I don't know exactly what he will be like until I start writing about him but I love it how I only have to look at him and ideas come in the dozen!

History/Background/Other:
Personality
RESERVED

Chat looked up at the long pillar, his wings folded behind him as he observed not only the challenge but the other dragons come to take it up, as he padded forward the other dragons sized him up, jumping over to greet him,
"Hey Chat!
"Good luck Chat!"
"May the best win!"
Chat acknowledged all these with a polite dip of the head.

QUIET

As Chat sat down with his multi-coloured wings stretching in anticipation he said nothing, he closed his eyes, this challenge would be the hardest of his life, to get to the top of the pillar you had to fly to the top, navigating fierce wind currents while fighting other dragons for the place at the top. It was a test what if succeeded in would make you a hero. As these thoughts ran through his head, Chat didn't make a sound...

QUICK

It was time for the test to begin. All the dragons were lining up as the elder of the forest stood on a rock, his gold wings raised, as he threw his head up every dragon crouched, tense and waiting. A great golden flame erupted from his mouth into the sky in a mighty roar that signalled the beginning of the race.
Chat could see a green dragon beside him about to strike out at him, trying to lessen the opponents as it started. As fast as lightning, Chat knew his target, his claws shot out, scraping down the other dragons wing as the roar echoed around his ears.
Before the other dragons could even blink, Chat leaped into the air like a bullet, flapping his many coloured wings and taking him into the wind before any of the others.

POWERFULL

The other dragons finally caught up to him, he could see a pink one flying neck and neck to him as they were all thrown by the currents, threatening to send them into the ground. Chat gave the pink dragon such a fierce glare that she quavered, it was enough so that when the next swift biting wind hit them she was thrown off course. Leaving Chat to surge upward, beating his wings powerfully.

POLITE

Chat's wings ached as he surged to the top of the pillar, the dragons below him snapped at his hind paws but it only gave him extra strength, he landed heavily on the side of the pillar, hauling himself onto the top, he lay there for a minute, trembling with exhaustion before getting to his paws and letting out a roar of victory, the echoing cheers from the ground gave Chat a light headed sensation but he dipped his head and bowed in a gesture he knew all could see...

History


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

[je ; t a i m e]

W. ork
I. n
P. rogress
There's so much in childhood that you miss once you've become an adult... If only life was like a movie; if only you could pause it and play it, fast-forward and rewind.


Kennel Number;
Kennel Number Thirteen

Full Name;
Isabella Clair Parker
Nickname{s};
There's an ironically large range of ways to shorten the name Isabella; Bella, Bells, BellBell, Bell... they're endless, and this girl goes by every single one of them.
Name Meaning{s};
Isabella- Italian, "beautiful."

Age;
Thirteen Years of Age
Birthday;
March 2nd
Gender;
Female

Height;
Five feet, four inches
[ 5'4" ]
Weight;
One Hundred Ten Pounds
[ 110 LBS ]
Eyes;
Bella's eyes are a stunning, nearly startling bright and clear blue.
Hair;
Bella's hair is short and neatly cut, layered lightly, a natural honey color with lighter blond highlights.
Body Modifications;
Two piercings on each ear, small nearly unnoticeable gold hoops.

Like{s};
~ Lollipops
~ Sunshine
~ Valentine's Day <3
~ Lavender
~ Karson, Dazie, and Pixie- her "siblings."
~ Flowers
~ Boys
~ The beach
~ Water
~ Seafood
~ Life in general
Dislike{s};
~ Heights
~ School
~ Rain
~ Vampires *shudder*
~ Hannah Montanna
~ Onions
~ Loud Noises
Strenght{s};
~ Intelligence
~ Social Skills

Weakness{es};
~ Darkness
~ Boys
~ Sensitivity
~ Her temper
~ Her protectiveness

Origin;
BritishxIrish
Birth Place;
Wales, Britain
Birth Time;
One Thirty-Three A.M.
First Language;
English
Current Residence;
San Francisco, California

Family;
Lunette- Her adopted mother
Gale- Her adopted mother's boyfriend, eventually her adopted father
Karson- Her adopted brother
Dazie- Her adopted sister
Pixie- Her adopted sister
Elizabeth Hale- Her natural mother
Jenson Bleu- Her natural father
Relationships;
Carlie- The owner of the orphanage and a very close friend
Species;
Anthropomorphic Dog / Quad Dog
Breed;
Border ColliexChocolate Labradore Retriever Mix

Theme Song;
Drops of Jupiter- Train
Personality;

Bella's such a sweet, loving girl. I have yet to find one thing that makes her unhappy. Not that I'm looking, or anything. I really enjoy having her because she always seems to know how to brighten a day, no matter how dark and stormy it is. She's just a naturally happy person, I suppose. Although she has quite a temper, she is very calm and knowing and-boy!- this girl is smart. She can seem a bit... Sad, at times, though. And this sort of worries me. What's wrong? I can't seem to get the answer. But I know she'll confide in me eventually. Other than that, Bella's a very lovable girl. She is so sweet and thoughtful and generous and just a perfect child, if anyone could be perfect.

Yeah, it is really awesome being around Bella. She's just such a bouncy, bright young woman. No matter how much she talks, she is an amazing little girl. You can't help but feel a lot happier when she's around. Everybodym loves her. Oh, what am I kidding? Of course everyone loves her. She's happy, sweet, wonderful Bella. I love her, and I'm glad she's my kid. I've sort of noticed her sadness at times, though. It worries Lunette. Though I have no idea why. Bella is a tought kid, and if she wants to confide in anyone, she will. Other than that, she is a good kid. She is so, so smart, and she is so kind and good. She is quite the little flirt, though- I can just see her wedding now. Oh, goodness, I can't wait 'till she's in highschool...

Yeah, Bell's pretty happy. It gets kind of annoying but -hey- she's Bella. What do you expect, from a thirteen year old girl? Shes so bouncy and playful and hyper... I know happiness is supposed to be a good thing, but for me, when Bella's around... It's scary. But other than that, she's a pretty cool chick. She is funny and she's smart. Sure helps when I get dinner duty; I can't make food for squat. That's another really cool thing about Bella. She is willing to lend a hand, and she's so nice. Plus, her spaghetti rocks.

I love Bella. I'm so glad she is my sister! She is really fun to be around, and she is always so passionate about what she does. She's pretty funny too. Bella has a beautiful, beautiful soul; she puts others before herself, she gives not to recieve, merely to give, she does what no one else dares to out of fear of what others may think. It's so wonderful to be like that. I admire her bravery- her temper, too. My goodness, Bella is definately not someone to reckon with when she's angry.

I'm so thankful for Bells to be my big sister. She's so smart. And she's really nice to me and Lunette and Gale and Dazie and Karson. She loves us all like her family, even though we aren't, but we all love her right back. She is so cool! I want to grow up, and be just like her. Everyone trusts Bella. And when we are bored because it's raining or cold and we can't play at the beach, she always makes up some crazy game to play! It's always so fun! Without Bella, I don't know how life would be. Probably really, really sad, and really, really boring. She always knew how to perk us up in the orphanage, and she still does now. I love Bella.

Favorite Memory;
Trying her first lollipop. (xD)
Worst Memory;
The day when she was seven years old and realized she really, truly, had no one that was actual family.
History;
I never had any parents. Never had a mother, never had a father. Never expected too, either. So naturally, it was a bit of a shock when I was awoken from a deep, dreamless sleep to hear the owner of the orphanage, sweet old Miss Carlie, I lived in softly knocking on my door. I sighed softly, huffing a bit, and hauled myself out of the warm covers and bed. "Yes, ma'am?" I asked as I opened the door, about half-way. "Hey, baby," She said, a huge smile on her face. "You ready for a home?" My jaw dropped to the floor. "A home?! Who's adopting me? Is anyone else getting adopted? Are they totally beast? Is it a sweet, loving mom and a cool dad? Can I meet them now? Can I go home with them now?" I demanded all at once. Carlie laughed. "It's a twenty-six-year-old woman; her name's Lunette." My smile faded. "... There isn't... two of them? It isn't a mom and a dad, together?"
Carlie's smile faded a little, too.
"Well, no. She can't have kids. And she hasn't married, not yet. Her boyfriend is here, too, though." I nodded, putting on a smile. I looked at Carlie. "Are they here? Now?" She nodded, grinning again. I nodded, genuine excitement bubbling up into my chest again. I. Was. Getting. A family! I let out a small squeal and lunged back into my room, changing into my best clothes and packing quickly. I looked over my shoulder at where Carlie leaned against the doorframe. "Why are they here so late?" She gave me a mischievous look. "They're adopting a lot of the kids here. Like, five." My eyes widened. That was a lot. Most parents only adopted one child, even if they had a brother or sister. "Who?" I replied as I finished packing by plopping down on my suitcase and zipping it shut. I held it tightly in one hand, my worn leather jacket in the other. "Let's see; Dazie, Karson, Pixie." I clapped my paws together in a spastic burst of joy. I was very close friends with all of them.
Dazie was sixteen. She was a very pretty australian shepherd. I considered her my big sister, already. Karson was her half-brother, and he's about a year older. Dazie's mom had cheated on her dad before she was born, and had an affair with a wolf, and thus Karson was conceived. He's eighteen now. Only a year after Dazie was also born was the truth freed. No one knows what happened after that. Only that Dazie and Karson, very young children, were dropped off on the porch of the orphanage.
I wondered if Lunette and her boyfriend were adopting them together because of their history. Same with Pixie. Her mom had taken shelter, just briefly, at the orphanage. She hadn't had a home, I guess, and didn't want to bring a baby into a life of nothing. As soon as Pixie was born, her mom made like a bird and flew. Pixie was now five.
I shook myself from the thoughts and re-directed my attention to Carlie. "Is everyone else ready?" She laughed. "They're already in the car." I grinned and walked out of the room, her following, and sprinted to the elevator, practically tossing myself inside and yanking Carlie in with me. That thing couldn't go fast enough. I leapt into the lobby and immediately searched the room for my new mom and, possibly, dad- if he proposed to Lunette, like Carlie had hinted on. Apparently, they'd been dating since high school. How did they not get sick of each other? I mean, honestly, that's just a little creepy.
I immediately caught sight of her. She was really pretty. I mean, really pretty. She was tall and slender but had a good shape, she must have worked out occasionally. Lunette had long and silky black-and-white hair, sky blue eyes, and... A sky blue nose? Oh, yeah, that's completely normal! No need to be worried that my new mom is, like, a psychopath or anything. 'Course not.
Her boyfriend was average; Cute, but not gorgeous.
I stepped forward, my eyes massive, and looked at them. Lunette screamed and immediately pulled me into a hug so tight I could barely breath. Her boyfriend, Gale, smiled widely and held us both in a hug. They smelled like I imagined a mom and dad would. Maybe this wouldn't suck after all.
~*~*~
I stepped out of the cab, holding tight to Pixie's hand, and gaped at their house. It was huge! Karson looked back at us, then at the house, and back at us. His eyes were huge. Both me and Dazie giggled. "There's a top-floor room for each of you." Gale said, grinning, like everyone had been doing so much that night. It was about ten o'clock but I really didn't care. This was more than any girl could ever hope.
We all walked in, staring around at the huge doming living room and then into the next rooms down (the kitchen, and also Lunette's and Gale's room). Lunette herded Dazie, Pixie, and I into our rooms, and then Gale took Karson to his own room. We all had one wall of our rooms that was completely glass and overlooked a pounding, raging, but wonderful ocean.
We all set down our stuff and then returned to the hallway. Dazie, I and Pixie, all had the same idea. We grabbed Karson, who was almost asleep already-Boys! They have absolutely no energy.- and brought him downstairs, where Lunette and Gale were kissing. Ew.
Without really having to try, we crept past Lunette and took her iPod, quickly scampering upstairs and putting it on the boom-box they had left for us to listen to. Immediately, Super Bass by Nicki Minaj began to blare. I fell on my butt from the surprise. Dazie was already dancing, throwing her paws in the air and acting like, well, a teenage girl. Pixie curled in a ball in the corner. "What's happening?" She wailed. I laughed softly. "It's fine, sweetie, just... Uh... Dazie, this is music, right?" I called over my shoulder. She gave me a look. "No, DUH." I looked back at Pixie. "There you have it. Just some scary lady with pink hair attempting to sing." I heard Dazie snort in contempt- she worshiped Nicki Minaj- and apparently, so did Pixie now. When I looked back, she was mimicking Dazie's dance moves. Oh, wonderful. Can't wait till she starts school. I eventually started dancing, too. Karson, being the big "manly man" he was, just leaned against the door frame looking bored. I rolled my eyes at him. He caught the look. "What?" He asked. I didn't reply. "What?" Karson repeated. "Nothing," I said, looking a way though smirking.
He understood, and began to -very, very akwardly- dance. I laughed. I heard pawsteps nearby and peaked my head carefully out of the door, my eyes wide.
Lunette was walking down the hallway. Gale was close behind. Their expressions were unreadable. I backed up as they entered the room. Karson was spinning Dazie around, teasing her about her klutziness, and holding PIxie on his shoulders. They didn't notice our step-parents' presence until Gale cleared his throat. They all froze. "Um... Do you want your iPod back?" Pixie asked softly. Lunette held up a paw. We all held our breath, only the boombox, which seemed to her quited dramatically, making any noise. Lunette walked across the room, turned up the volume on the boombox, and gently took Pixie from Karson, balancing her on her hip.
" 'Course not. What's mine is yours. Now," She grinned and took Gale by the paw, letting Pixie scramble to her feet. "let's dance, shall we?" We all broke out into a laughing fit.
About an hour later, after laughing, dancing, almost falling out of a window, and just having fun, the whole group trudged downstairs and plopped on the sofa, still giggling softly. Karson was sprawled out, taking up the length of the couch. Gale plopped down on the easy chair nearby and closed his eyes. I gave Dazie a look and winked. She smiled, nodding, and bent down to PIxie's level and whispered in her ear. There was an evil glint in the little girl's eyes that I never expected to see. But it was amusing. While Lunette laid down on the easy chair next to Gale, we crept around the back of the sofa. Before Karson could react, the three of us set our paws on his shoulders or legs and shoved as hard as we could.
He hit the ground quickly with a loud thump!
Lunette's and Gale's eyes snapped open as one as they heard- and most likely felt- the impact of him hitting the ground. We were all dobled over, laughing so hard it hurt and tears were streaming down our cheeks. Karson stood up and shook his legs, clearing the imaginary dirt and dust from himself. He flicked off a peice of lint that did not exist off of the shoulder of his hoodie and then sank don onto the floor again, making himself comfortable and sighing happily. He didn't want to give us the satisfaction. Too late.
Dazie and I climbed onto the sofa in place of our new brother, and then Pixie climbed on top of us, sprawled out over the length of our laps. I smiled.
And, leaning against the warm pillow that laid on the side of the sofa next to me, I fell asleep. But this sleep wasn't as restless as the one I'd woken up from those two hours ago, when Lunette and her boyfriend came to adopt Dazie and Pixie and Karson and I. This was a sleep I was comfortable and safe in. And this sleep had dreams.
~*~*~
The next morning, Lunette went all out on breakfast. The table and counter were overflowing with all of the foods she'd made and set out. I;m sure we wouldn't have been able to finish that much food in a week if we'd spent all day and night. We ate on the porch, where the scent of the sea drifted up and made us all calm and happy. We stuffed ourselves. Once we were finished, we all laid back in our chairs and closed our eyes, relishing in the bright sunlight and letting it sink in thoroughly. I heard the scrape of one of the chairs backing away from the table and opened my right eye a crack. Gale was standing up, reaching into his pocket. I opened my eyes all the way. So did the rest of us, including Lunette.
Gale bennt down on one knee. Both Dazie's and my paw flew to our mouths in a gasp of ecstasy and joy. Lunette's eyes grew to the size of plates. "Lunette Sinclair Benett," Gale began, pulling out a small leather box from his pocket. "I love you, your smile, your laugh, everything, and I would like to ask you," Even Karson was listening by now.
"Will you be my wife?"
Not even a hesitation. "Yes!"
And with that one, small word, the whole beach was alight with whoops and hollers and sobs of joy. We danced around and laughed and smiled and kissed and hugged so much the following hour was mostly a blur. But I had a dad now. And I had a mom. I had siblings. I had a family.
And I was happier than I ever thought I would be.


Why do you like this character?
I've always found this little girl so charming. Her natural colors just enchanted me. And -oh!- those eyes just made me want to cry. I never really felt like I could care for her, htough, so I decided to stick with the few characters I knew I'd love. But when this revamp, of her in anthro form, came along, I couldn't refuse any longer. I don't have many anthro characters, and I thought she'd be a magnificent addition to my family. I just can't believe how perfect she is! I know I have some truly stiff competition. But I think that if I can prove to you- the judges, the previous owner, my opponents- how much I absolutely marvel at her, there may just be a sliver of hope and chance that she can be mine. I'm so mad at myself for getting so attached, and I know I'll be even angrier if I lose her, but I have decided that I don't want to be. And so I am putting every single ounce of muse and passion I own into this one form, in hope that I'll be able to call this amazing, wonderful creature mine.
Do you agree to always take care of this character?
Yes! I promise I will always love this character. I always found her adorable, but this new revamp is too hard not to love. If you let me show you, I promise that I will be the best......pet........taker.....carer ever!

[Tammanae]

quartz, remember to post the image of the character you are going for in your form, as it is part of it. ;3

[Nawee]

If Kam doesn't do the code drop tonight, I'll do it tomorrow evening, so get your forms done by then.

[June Bug]

quartz, remember to post the image of the character you are going for in your form, as it is part of it. ;3

Also, adding onto this; You need to use the actual form given on the front page. You can add a few things to it, but you need to have everything we ask for at the very least.

I should also probably point out that it really makes me go " BI " when you add 150 new info sections to your forms. You can make it organized and fancy, but please don't overdo it guys. >>; You can always make it excruciatingly detailed afterwards when you're adding the character to your thread/site/whatever, but I don't want to have to wade through three pages worth of fluff and info that isn't even filled out.

And, I'll start the code drop in about an hour so finish up guys~

[Mario]

Pet's ID Tag:
Number 43; forty-three.
Image of pet:

Name You'd Choose for It:
Lilac Skye.
Nickname:
Lily.
Gender:
Female.
Species:
Canine.
Age:
Seven years old.
Likes:
Her stuffed fox, Coffee Fox. (Only if I get him next round if I get her as well. If I don't get him, I will delete this.)


Dislikes:

Favorite color:
Favorite song:
Family:
None. Her parents both died, and she didn't have any siblings. She is an orphan.
Currently lives at the time of this form:
Katie Maxwell's Home for Girls.
Reason You Want It:
She is so adorable, I love this revamp of her. She seems so precious, sweet, and innocent and I'd love to own her. <3
History/Background/Other:
The small, newborn baby cried out as her bottom got popped, receiving her first breath of life. The doctor held her close, eyes sad as he watched her father in pure misery, sorrowing over her mother who laid on the bed, dead.

Several months later, Lilac and her father were driving down a highway when suddenly, a drunk driver hit their vehicle head on. The vehicle they were in slid across the road and almost hit the other drivers. When paramedics came about fifteen or so minutes later, they found Lilac's father dead. Amazingly, even though she was crying extremely loudly, Lilac only had a few scrapes, nothing serious. It wasn't even enough to put a scar on her. The police took her and called a nearby orphanage.

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