Tracker Dog Facility [V 3.0]

[Paper-Hearts<3]

Tracker Dog Application Series 20
Username:
Paper-Hearts<3

Tracker Dog you want:
#73

Name you'll give it:
Dante, meaning 'Lasting' in Latin. I thought this would fit, as he is a rather aged tracker, and the growth on his head can still light, even if dully. He's a lasting spirit, always trying to help where he is, or maybe is not needed.

Reason why you want it:
Usually I love to check out the trackers here, because they are just so cool! I've wanted a tracker since I first saw this place, and visit it whenever I notice there's a new series. But... most of them don't catch my eye quite like this guy did. He may be old, but I can see that he still has a lot of life in him, as well as things to teach. I've tried to find a tracker that really made me desperate to get it, to keep it as my own. So far, the tracker's I've tried for have been really cool, but I didn't feel for them like I do for this one. When I read over his personality, it literally made me smile, perhaps because it reminds me of people I know, or maybe because it's something I can imagine making things with. Stories, pictures, etc.
His design was also a factor (obviously X3). I love the maroon color, and it fits so perfectly with the brown. The lighter (or darker) accents compliment his design, and though the growth on his head may be duller than it was when he was younger, it just makes me want him all the more.

Will it be used in any kind of story?:
Perhaps! I'm not going to lie and say yes, and promise a story that may never come. I do have a few ideas, involving his life when he was younger leading up to now when he is going through the option of adopting. The intro I will write may be used in

Describe its personality:
Dante has a certain kindness, and sense of pride and intellegence that never seems to fade, no matter how long you've known him. He posesses much of the traits he had when he was young. He's quite a prankster, and finds amusement in irritating younger beings. He's very thick headed, and isn't easily swayed, no matter how hard you try to convince him of something that he does not agree with. Once his mind is set on something, it's best to let him at least try what he's wanting to do, because you'll often find him in an irritated mood if you don't. It's easy to get on his bad side, and he can hold a grudge for quite a while.
Most of the time he's silent, and likes to watch before stepping in to correct. Sometimes it's hard to tell he's an aged tracker, still getting quick spurts of adrenaline and being able to run swiftly for a short distance. But he easily tires, and he can often be found either sleeping, or watching his surroundings. When searching or doing something, he takes his time, always trying not to rush into things as he did when he was younger. He gained many scars that way. He expresses his opinions about things very clearly, making sure no one missunderstands what he's trying to get across.
Dante believes eyes are the windows to the soul, and though he can not see, he can still sense. One of the places he can 'sense' best are faces. You'll sometimes feel as though eyes are on you, only to discover that it's Dante with his face facing you. This is one way he learns about others, by studying their expressions and seeing what he can get from their eyes say.
Gaining some knowledge in his time The Tracker Dog Facility and elsewhere, he's always eager to share what he knows with others. Though he can be solitary, he's actually better around others, as he's never been completely comfortable with silence. He likes to think of himself as a guide, acting with kindness and dignity, and always trying to point out what others are missing... Sometimes obnoxiously. He's not too-easily offended, and tries to see both sides to an arguement before making his own desision. Once he reaches his own desision, he rightfully keeps it, as he will often wait for long periods of time before making it. He's always wanting to learn more, and like when he was young, he enjoys fables and mythology.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
The newly named Dante stared at a young girl standing a few feet away. It was as if the two were having a staring contest, though Dante had no eyes. Both were determind not to look away, and both had the same intent, curious expression as they studied (or sensed, in Dante's case) each other.
Finally, the girl looked away, hiding a smile as she did. Dante gave a snort of triumph and paced back and fourth around the small room, steering clear of this strange female. Just this morning he had been at the lab, dreaming the same dream. He, a young tracker again, bounding through a feild of fresh grass and blooming tulips... Until he had been awakened by a scientist he had known since his creation. They didn't have a bond, no. Especially not after he had injected Dante (then just called '74') with a sleeping syrum, crammed him in a crate, and let this human girl take him to her home. She was different, yes. Most young human beings prefered adopting the younger trackers, so full of excitment and life, instead of grizzled old trackers like him.
He didn't understand how the girl looked upon him, and immediatley felt as though she had to offer him her home with open arms, ignoring his scars and somewhat dull growths. And though he was being rather difficult, she had expected it, as she had been warned before adopting him. It was clear he was going to be cross with her until they came to know each other.
So she waited for him to stop pacing before looking him square in the face, trying to determine where his eyes would be. She marveled at him for a moment, taking in all his features and giving a grin.
Dante turned away, giving her a huff of dissaproval. He certainly wasn't going to marvel at her. Aching for sleep to come, he trotted around, trying to find a place to rest his head, and the girl pointed to a mat on the floor. Groaning, he stretched before jumping on it. May as well make the best of this...
***
Over the next few hours upon his awakening, Dante made a few things very clear.
*No leashes or collars, under any circumstance
*He refused to eat kibble of any kind
*Don't wake him unless you like a grumpy tracker
"You're clearly like no other dog." she muttered.
Obviously. Dante gave her a hard 'look' before lifting his nose. What was that familiar smell? He fallowed his nose around the room, and sat by a door, scraping at it for a moment and looking at the girl expectantly. "Oh, you want to go outside." she chuckled, crossing the room and opening the door. What greeted him was a large, no, huge backyard. Filled with green grass, and... tulips. The tracker didn't wait for an invite and he treaded outside, aware that he would not be running unless he wanted to be stiff when he woke up from his next slumber. He explored, went after a rabbit or two that crossed his path, having no intent on actually killing them. No he wouldn't fancy that taste like he did many years ago.
And not once did the girl interrupt. It was clear he wanted to be alone while he did this.
After a while, the aged tracker came back to the house, and sat beside the wall. The girl reached foreward timidly to stroke his fur. He was probably wanting to have the energy he once had. Dante pretended not to notice as she reached for him, and pulled away at the last second, watching her fall foreward. So close!
If trackers could smile, Dante was doing it. "Oh. Teasing me, eh?" she smiled. The tracker pretended not to notice her, and stood a bit taller, feeling the earth beneath his paws. Yes, he was warming up to the girl. But, she didn't expect to be able to actually feel him until Dante began to grow more comfortable with her. So, with a sigh, she sat back against the door and enjoyed the cool spring breeze.
"I can wait."

[nowi]

This little Tracker makes up for low IQ with a loyalty like no other.
This Tracker is slow in mind and her very trusting nature makes her an easy Tracker to take advantage off. Though her loyal nature does have its drawbacks, if you're true to her, she'll be a partner like no other.

Tracker Dog Application Series 20
Username: TessaKitty
Tracker Dog you want: Seventy - Two (# 72)
Name you'll give it:
Reason why you want it:

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Describe its personality:

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

Monster WIP

[That Weird Dragon]

NO NO MORE FOR 72 I CANT DO IT IF I HAVE TOO MANY!!! ARG THE SUSPENCE!!!

This little Tracker makes up for low IQ with a loyalty like no other.
This Tracker is slow in mind and her very trusting nature makes her an easy Tracker to take advantage off. Though her loyal nature does have its drawbacks, if you're true to her, she'll be a partner like no other.

"Sunshine lollypops and rainbows! Everything is wonderful when we're together" - #72 (Nitens Venustas) on Caedo

"When I first saw you I died a little inside your beauty over took me when you took me by surprise" - Caedo on #72 (Nitens Venustas)

Tracker Dog Application Series 20

LCD: "Username:"

Ally: "Allyssia_banter"

LCD: "Tracker Dog you want:"

Ally: "Seventy-two" (#72)

LCD: "Name you'll give it:"

Ally: "Nitens Venustas (Glowing beauty)

This would be her name if I was blessed to have this girl in my life. I think the name suits her as it is Latin, it means Glowing Beauty, Glowing for the radiant glow that is emitted from her gorgeous optics and Beauty for the magnificent colours she has been created with"

LCD: "Reason why you want it:"

Ally: "I do not want I would like to have her as a companion for my boy Caedo, she would be perfect. I also would like a tracker that I have applied for as well, when I saw her my heart skipped a beat, I hope that if I do not get her I have the full permission to write stories about her for her owner"

LCD: "Will it be used in any kind of story?"

Ally: Absolutely, I have one started that I can add her in, and there will be pleanty more, I am hoping to make her and Caedo fall inlove. A clueless clumsy tracker and a smart brave tracker inlove!

LCD: "Describe its personality:"

Ally: "Nitens Venustas is not the average tracker. She prefers to keep to herself or trackers and not around other humans. Ven is quiet and very shy, when she develops a bond to you she will never break it, her loyalty is absolute. When she moves she is lethal and strong, her movement is faster than lightning. Her reflexes are impossibly quick moving fast enough to dodge a bullet. She loves to spend time in the sun being warmed by its strong rays. She is fairly laid back but it is smart not to antagonise her as she may be prone to almost killing you despite her delicate looks, she is actually very strong. Ven hates crowds and is extremely costraphobic. When you start to crowd her she starts to get edgy and there is no knowing what she may do. She loves to run and feel free.

LCD: "Write an introduction for your Tracker:"

Ally: I had just turned off my bedroom light, Caedo; my only Tracker was on the end of my bed curled up. He was lonely, I knew that I had to try and get another Tracker soon for him or who knew what would happen. Shifting onto my side I let out a thoughtful sigh. Not long later I was asleep and dreaming. I was dreaming of Caedo and another Tracker, the Tracker that I did not have was black and had white eyes, I could not see what it really looked like. All I knew was that I had to get a friend for Caedo.

When the sun rose it was beaming right into my eyes, Caedo was sitting on my chest thumping his tail on my side. I groaned and pushed him of gently,
“Get off me” I said but my voice was muffled by my doona which was still over half my face. I flicked the blanket off and got out of my bed. I got changed for the day and a little while later Caedo and I were out wandering around. I reached down and patted him on the shoulder.

Caedo lifted his head and let out a whine as soon as he found that we were heading for the Tracker Facility. I smiled,
“It’s ok I am just going for a quick chat with LCD” I said, since NEX had stepped down and accepted herself as a guest creator LCD was running the Facility. NEX, as far as Caedo knew, was the original founder of the Tracker Facility. I told Caedo to wait hoping he didn't think I was intending on sending him back, as I headed inside alone.


When I closed the door behind me all I could see was Caedo's confused expression. I sighed softly as I headed for LCD's office. Knocking on the door I waited for the answer.
"Come in” came the voice, I smiled and opened the door and then sat down, a pretty Aquatic Tracker greeted me. I smiled; it was Swaya, LCD's personal Tracker of which she created herself. I said hi to Swaya and sat down.
"LCD I have come to you about getting another Tracker, Caedo is becoming lonely and it would be great for him to have some company of his own type" I said. LCD nodded and said to follow. Swaya got to her paws and followed LCD as I did.

I came into a large room with heaps of Trackers in it,
"These are the Trackers that are up for adoption now, number 72 a female Stealth tracker, 73 a male Wild Tracker and last but not least number 74 a male wild tracker but he was created by Nex" LCD said to me. I looked at them all and smiled,
"any others" I asked. LCD pointed to a green male Stealth Tracker,
"him, he was returned" was all I got in reply. I looked at them all again and petted them all, but my eyes went instantly to number 72.

 
Watching all four Trackers I studied them, number 72 mostly stayed on her own. I went and sat beside her,
“Hey girl” I murmured stroking her back gently. She turned and sniffed me; I could tell she smelt Caedo on me. I smiled,
“You’re a sweet girl aren’t you?” I asked her. She looked at me and blinked her main two eyes, the other four were closed. I grinned knowing she understood me. I watched the other three playing. I then turned back to her and scanned her, she had glowing blue eyes and purple ears, pale pink outlined the deeper pink on her back. I grinned again, she was gorgeous, a pure beauty.

"She is the one that I am looking for" I said to LCD once I got up,
“Her name would be Nitens Venustas, apparently it means Glowing Beauty." I smiled as I stroked her. She was such a dainty creature when she lifted her paws she lifted them just right as she moved to Swaya. The two female Trackers exchanged a few words and then number 72 padded back to me. I looked confused at Swaya and then shrugged, LCD lead the Trackers into their places and closed them off. I then gave the female Stealth Tracker a quick pat,
"If I get her I will be proud to keep her safe with Caedo" I said as I returned to the office with LCD and Swaya.


In the office I quickly filled in a few forms for applying for the female Stealth Tracker. "Thanks a heap LCD" I said as I left waving. When I was outside I greeted Caedo and hugged him. I told him to follow and we left to go home.

If I get number 72 finish story:
A few weeks later I came back to the Facility Caedo once again was outside as I entered, there were a few other people in there, others who applied for this Tracker I was thinking to myself. I was right when I heard LCD say "I loved all the applications I am sorry to all of you who did not get this tracker but I am happy to announce that Allyssia has gotten this Tracker." I smiled and thanked LCD, I smiled to the other applicants and thanked them for giving me congratulations. I took this humbly and tried not to make a big deal of it. I then left with the Tracker and called over Caedo who greeted the new Tracker happily

If I do not get number 72 finish story:
A few weeks later I came back to the Facility Caedo once again was outside as I entered, there were a few other people in there, others who applied for this Tracker I was thinking to myself. I was right when I heard LCD say "I loved all the applications I am sorry to all of you who did not get this tracker but I am happy to announce that ____ has gotten this Tracker." I smiled and congratulated _____ with the rest of the applicants

[heartofilum]

When can we adopt from the pound? (Dont want to break anymore rules)

[LaChromaticDragonfly]

I PMed the original owner a while ago, but they haven't sent me anything back and so I would have to go post diving to find he's personality.

[That Weird Dragon]

I have it I can get it on the forum if you want me too XD I can put it on the Tracker Forum LCD could you PM the personality to Sora and You could write about how he has changes from being abandoned (xX-Nix-Xx's Idea, I was going to go for that one but changed my mind)

[Aiki]

-:Tracker Dog Application Series 20 :-
-:Username:-
Aiki
-:Tracker Dog you want :-
74

-:Name you'll give it:-
Rookie
-:Reason why you want it:-
It’s kind of hard to tell but I’ll try! When I first saw this Tracker I couldn’t believe my eyes, I literally had to do a double take to check if I was seeing right. The way his colours blend together it gives him that army soldier look with the greens changing from darker to light. The designs over his body are just gorgeous, and I simply just had to try for him.
When I read that he loves going out and exploring rough terrains and dreamed of joining the army, so many ideas popped into my head. I loved the way he takes an interest in the various weapons and techniques used in war and its history. I could imagine him walking in the rough terrains and stumbling onto a load of old weapons, instantly curious he would pull out the various weapons and study them. I also imagined that he would study a loaded weapon and accidently set it off causing him to catch a surprise, yet love the way the weapon sounds.
I also found it fascinating that he can deflect most forms of gas and toxins away from his body to survive for much longer periods in war zones.
His personality just jumped straight out of nowhere and instantly flowed through my brain and straight to my fingers to type. His personality is kind of like my little cousin who is always happy and willing to help. He also doesn’t know when to stop (but with a little persuasion from me or…his favourite cousin as he puts it) he’ll calm down enough to satisfy the others.


-:Will it be used in any kind of story?:-
Most definitely!

-:Describe its personality:-
Reliable
Rookie is the one you can always trust he is very loyal and will always be there by your side the whole way, especially in the hard and tough times. If there is anything you can’t trust him with it’s your lunch!

“If you want a friendship to weather a storm, be willing to offer your coat.”
Wes Fessler

Athletic
Rook just keeps going, he can’t stay still for long but that’s just what makes him, him. He loves to run and will usually race other animals around.

"If you never lose then you can never appreciate the victories."
Laura Twitchell

Adventurous
Yes, he is very adventurous, though he will never stray from his owner’s side. Rook loves exploring from new places with new sights, smells and sounds to study the weapons of war.

Adventures are to the adventurous.
Benjamin Disraeli

Curious
Rookie is always curious; he will always go up and have a look or smell something interesting. He has gotten into trouble for being curious, like going into restricted areas or going up to other animals which could kick, bite or hit him.

Be less curious about people and more curious about ideas.
Marie Curie

Strong
Rookie is very strong, physically and mentally. His masculine body serves him well in battle and being able to deflect gas and toxins helps significantly in war zones.

Choose rather to be strong of soul than strong of body.
Pythagoras quotes

Ambitious
Rookie has always dreamed of joining the army, and he is determined to become the best. He will make sure nothing gets in his way and if anything does he will illuminate it pretty quickly. Others say it’s impossible, but he won’t give up that easily.

Don’t limit yourself. Many people limit themselves to what they think they can do. You can go as far as your mind lets you. What you believe, remember, you can achieve.
Mary Kay Ash

Determined
Rookie is always determined to be the best. He works hard in training sessions and hopes to be the best and most successful Wild Tracker dog there is.

We must remember that one determined person can make a significant difference, and that a small group of determined people can change the course of history.
Sonia Johnson

Perseverant
Rookie is very perseverant. He will never give up, even if it’s impossible, Rookie will always find a way to get things going once more. He keeps working hard, and then enjoys running around and having some fun before coming home and resting knowing the job is done.

"Patience and perseverance have a magical effect before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish."
John Quincy Adams

Active and Energetic
Rookie never seems to run out of energy. He loves to run around and catch a ball. He loves going for long walks before the sun goes down to watch the sun cast a golden look on the trees, making them look like pure golden honey.

“Perseverance, self-reliance, energetic effort, are doubly strengthened when your rise to battle again.”

Additional Information
This Tracker Dog is young and spirited; he adores going out and exploring rough terrains and has dreamed of going out to join the army. He loves learning about the various weapons and techniques used in war and its history. He's be created with the ability to 'deflect' most forms of toxins and gas from his body, so that he's able to survive for much longer then he would have in war zones.

Nicknames
Roo
Rook

LIKES: Music, Fighting, Food,
DISLIKES: Snobs, Authority, Some humans
HABITS: Fighting a fight that didn't include him in the first place.
STRENGTH: Incredibly strong, smart
WEAKNESS: Headstrong, Blunt, Seemingly arrogant

Theme Songs: This is War: 30 seconds to Mars
Set it on Fire: Rooftop

How to die by Siegfried Sassoon
Dark clouds are smouldering into red
While down the craters morning burns.
The dying soldier shifts his head
To watch the glory that returns;
He lifts his fingers toward the skies
Where holy brightness breaks in flame;
Radiance reflected in his eyes,
And on his lips a whispered name.

You'd think, to hear some people talk,
That lads go West with sobs and curses,
And sullen faces white as chalk,
Hankering for wreaths and tombs and hearses.
But they've been taught the way to do it
Like Christian soldiers; not with haste
And shuddering groans; but passing through it
With due regard for decent taste.

-:Short Backstory:-
I sat in the small secluded area near the forest where I had stumbled onto an old army training field; it had an open dirt field. A small ripped tent with a large wooden crates of old weapons was off to the side consisting of small hand guns, rifles, grenades, mines and ammunition. I instantly took the weapons out to study them; I looked at every one of them. Studying the different sizes and colours, I fell in love with the weapon from world war one a French 75mm field gun. The gun had a 3 inches calibre, Each gun weighed 1,143 kg and It had a range of 9.003 meters.
I stayed there for a while wandering around and studying the weapons and their cool names. So far I had found four of my favourite guns, and three cannons. I slowly walked up to the smallest, a M777, which is 42% lighter if I remember correctly. The M777 is also often combined with the new Excalibur GPS-guided munitions’, which allows accurate fire at a range of up to 40 km. This almost doubles the area covered by a single battery to about 5,000 km2.
I started to move it to study the design and it started to beep. I first thought it was something else until I heard a massive boom which pushed me backwards into the bush. I watched as it landed causing dust to fly around and birds to scatter, I slowly and curiously walked to where it landed. The force of the weapon had created a massive crater about 5 foot deep and 3 metres wide.
I have to do that again! I thought as I headed back towards the M777 for another try.

-:Write an introduction for your Tracker:-

The sun was hiding behind the dreary clouds and it was starting to rain but I stayed crouch in the bush watching two teenager’s battle with each other. The male seemed to be teaching the female some moves for self-defence. I stayed silent and crouched trying not to move and make a sound so they wouldn’t see me…

Stark had just pinned me to ground after my 15th attempt to block him.
“God! I had everything right!” I panted as he pulled me up off the ground laughing and my failure “What am I doing wrong?” I asked
“Nothing”
“Then I should have had you on the ground!”
“I have known this nearly 500 years”
“Yeah… Oldie” I muttered as I brushed the dirt off my shirt watching as Stark walked over to grab his water bottle. I saw my perfect opportunity, so I leaped to grab him in one of the manoeuvre’s he had showed me the other day. I was perfectly aligned and had just reached him when he turned around and spun me around and again pinned me to the ground.
“Now what” I asked as I pushed him off me “I had everything right!”
“You would have had me if it weren’t for the loud battle cry” he laughed as he pulled me into a bear hug which ended up with me punching him in the gut.
“Ow… that actually hurt”
“Oh finally I get something right” I laughed as he stood still watching a bush just head of us.
“What’s wrong?” I asked and he promptly shushed me and shook his head.
“The one time I’m letting you climb a tree Tayla… Go” he whispered
“Fine… Stark, the one time I get to climb a tree, it’s for my safety!” I mumbled as my foot stood on a stick a made a loud crack in the silence.
“Quietly” Stark hissed as he shook his head.
I shook my head and quietly mumbled something that would get me into huge trouble here at school. I was glad my mother had given me gymnastics classes when I was 5; I gracefully hoisted myself up onto the closest branch and swung up into a crouched position and started to climb up higher watching as Stark on the ground become smaller and smaller. I decided to stop just high enough to see what was happening. I saw the flash of Starks hand gun being pulled out of his black jeans and the bush moving. I silently hoped it was just a lost deer or small creature and not some creep trying to get us.

I had accidently stepped trying to balance myself. Whilst watching the tow battle I had learned their names Tayla and Stark. I watched as Stark walked closer with what looked like a modern hand gun. I was studying it quietly as he approached me, he had seen me so I had no other choice I slowly and carefully emerged from my cover and stretched to my full height which was just bigger than a German Shepherd. I slowly sat down and waited to see what he chose to do. My brain told me to bolt from where I was, but my heart was telling me I could learn something if I stayed put.

A large dog emerged from the bush but it was hard to determine what breed it was I was high up in the trees. I slowly and silently climbed down the tree watching my step so I wouldn’t slip and fall like the last time Stark was with me, which was why now he doesn’t allow me to climb trees. I had just reached the last branch and on a closer inspection I realized that the creature looked like a dog but wasn’t actually one. It had dark markings over its face, torso and legs it had a light greenly grey colour coat it also had a large bright green tongue with small circles running down its spine and down its shoulder. I watched curiously as Stark walked closer, slowly it lifted its head to look at me hiding behind the branches, I also noticed it didn’t have any eyes but one glowing circle in the middle of its forehead. Stark noticed its head movement and looked up and smiled at me
“It’s alright you can come down… carefully don’t fall.”
“I’m fine! What is it?” I asked as I lowered myself onto the branch closer to the ground.
“I’m pretty sure this is a Tracker. A wild one too, never seen a wild Tracker before, Wow he’s a beauty too” he said as he grasped my waist and helped me to the ground. He placed his hand gun on the rock where his water bottle was and walked towards the tracker.

They walked slowly towards me as I studied them, but my attention kept going towards Starks gun and Tayla the way she studied me. She sat down on a fallen tree beside me and watched while Stark explained what I was… a Wild Tracker, made by LaChromaticDragonfly or LCD for short. I listened and watched Tayla’s expression change from scared to interested and excited. I sat like that for a while slowly edging closer to them, they seemed to be nice unlike many other humans I have seen who immediately beat each other to a pulp. The sun was slowly setting casting a bright golden look on our surroundings recently wet from the rain.

“So, He’s a Wild Tracker made by LachromicDrag¬¬― LCD…” I said as I watched him slowly edge closer the last half hour. I slowly lifted my hand and placed it on his head and slowly ran it down his back, surprised at how soft his coat was.
“Yes… He seems to like you” Stark said as got up and shoved his gear into the small school carry bags.
“He does, doesn’t he?” I said as he nuzzled closer and he sniffed my hand before waiting for me to pat him again. “You may have some competition here” I laughed as Stark shook his head
“I always have competition, but him not so much…” He laughed as he went to ruffle my hair but I successfully blocked him.
“Ha! I can get you! I got ninja skills on you!” I laughed as I imitated a weird ninja and he laughed
“Has he got a name?” I asked as I watched him loving the attention and studying the small hand gun on Starks Belt.
“You got one in mind?” Stark said he pulled the carry bag with our gear over his head and slung it on his shoulder.
“He seems to like your gun there so how about…Rookie”
“I think that fits really well, considering he looks like something out of the army with those colours, and I like that name. Nickname is easy… Rook or Rooster” He laughed
“Rookie it is but we are not going to call him a rooster, Stark seriously how about I come up with a humiliating name for you? No? I didn’t think so” I said as he shook his head with a big grin

Rookie… I like it! It sounds like I’m a rookie in the army; I think I might stick with these two Stark seemed to be laughing at the nickname he had come with… Rooster, if he ever calls me that he will lose some of his fingers… Tayla was patting my head and I was falling asleep as it was soothing. Stark stood up and said it was getting late and that they should be getting back to school, as Tayla got up she asked what would happen to me and Stark thought for a bit and said that if I would like I could come with them. I instantly jumped up at the thought of going to live with them instead of that old dreary cave I found I wonder what other weapons he has. I will have to check them out I thought as Tayla smiled as I followed them towards the big gates of their school.

-: Art:-

[morris.]

Tracker Dog Application Series 22

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Maroon
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..-| B A S I C S |-..
-| тяαcкєя |-
74
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[I.D. #1074]
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Achilles [ə-KIL-eez]
m.eaning;; The name of the boldest & most handsome of all Greek heroes.
o.rgin;; Ancient Greek
I chose this name for many reasons, actually. As you know, Achilles was the name of a Greek Hero. He was the hero to be dipped in the river of Styx, Achilles was in fact a warrior, and fought in many battles, he fought many battles and actually influenced the winning of many wars he waged [in Greek Legend of course]. Over all, I chose this name due to the warrior spirit in this Tracker, along with the fact the Achilles had a weakness that was in plain sight, no one could have guessed. I also chose this name since my thwo character [Akiva - Meaning warrior & Ophiuchus - Meaning snake bearer] own Greek names as well, plus I do indeed have an appeal for the name and how it sounds.
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y.oung adult.
3 or 4 years of age.
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m.ale
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-| нєιgнт [мєαυѕυяєd ιη fєєт & ιηcнєѕ] |-
o.n all fours;; 3 feet 8 inches
o.n hind legs;; 5 feet 3 inches
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102lbs
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e.arly in the story;; Dianne Eversole & Peter Smith
l.ater in the story;; Ophiuchus O'dea & Akiva Duce
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l.ead tracker dog of the S.W.A.T. Team.
[I.D. #1074]
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..-| D E P T H |-..
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Adventuresome, adventurous, audacious. All these three words mean the same thing; Reckless. That's exactly what Achilles is, well, when he wants to be. Hes the kind of tracker who would rather be doing something more extreme then sitting and lazing around. This quality makes it so he is up for any challenge given. When hes given a challenge you are sure to see Achilles making it slightly better then it would have been, how you ask? By using this reckless reputation to figure something out, even if it does in fact involve explosives, explosives only make it, how do I say this, better.
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Contemplative would be a good word to describe his next quality. Contemplative means he can take things rather seriously. Although Achilles is someone who would like to have fun, he knows what his job is, he knows how to do it, and he wont let anyone get in his way. He takes his assignments very seriously, unless it is something he enjoys, then you will see him doing it rather recklessly, but most the time you will see a straight expression on his face, the expression is what the trainers call his 'serious' face.
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Humane is yet another word to piece up the personality of Achilles. Humane as in being kind, he knows if he wants something, its good to be kind, and friendly to get it, which is why Humane is a good way to describe the sections in his heart. It was not something he had trained himself to do, he just did it. This was why the trainers had trained him so long to help out in the national guard, but they soon realized that this tracker was made for warfare, but everyone still knows his heart is in the right place, even though he may not be training for some heartfelt career.
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I mportance is something that is earned, Achilles will try to make himself important with any team, meaning he will try hard not to fail, and try to do as much good for the team as possible. This feature has been trained to this tracker, and its the only way he knows now that he is old enough to become a part of a team. He's let this part of his personality become a part of him, only making it more and more of who he is. Over all, the fact that he will do as much possible for the team he is working for is rather excellent, and very helpful indeed.
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Lovable is one of the first words you think of when you use Achilles's name and pet in the same sentence. Why? He is a great snuggle. When he is not working, or trying to perfect something about him he is sleeping, or curling up near a fire or heater. Due to this, he can become a part of any team, and he likes that. He knows that the more friendly he gets the more he will be welcomed, that's exactly what he wants is to be welcomed to the world. Over all Achilles may act a bit vicious at times but hes really just a big snuggle buddy.
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Loyalty is something that seems to come with every single tracker, since trackers are very dog like. But when you mention loyalty to Achilles, he knows exactly what that is, and he knows how to prove it. This was never taught to Achilles, he just basically knew what it was. It was like it was in his brain to be loyal to anyone who gained his respect. Thous he may be a little shy at first, when he gets to know you, he will prove that he can be one of the most loyal tracker dogs you will ever meet. This quality makes it very easy to train this tracker, well, once you've gained his respect of course.
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Efficacious means powerful. Powerful would be a wonderful word to describe Achilles when he is on duty. Like said before, he knows what his job is, he knows how to do it, and he wont let anyone or anything get in the way of it. He is a very good aim, which makes it close to impossible to flee if you are his enemy or target. Due to this, he is trusted with tracker operated guns that operate on their backs, and sometimes head. This technology is complicated, but fairly easy if you know what your are doing, and trust me, Achilles does in fact know what he is doing, if he didn;t, he'd be a mess.
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Sly is yet another word to piece together Achilles's personality. Why? Sly means sneaky, and that has to be one of Achilles's qualities. While stationed at the main tracker lab, Achilles would sneak from place to place, either to perfect his training, or even get a snack. No one would ever know, and he still sneaks around anywhere where he lives. Some find this funny that he sneaks around under people's noses, but Achilles does take his sneaking around very seriously, even if it just may be to get a snack such as gummy bears.
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LIKES;;
- Gummy Bears
- Dragon flies
- Treats
- The word yes
- Being praised
- Being in command
- Being trusted
- Snakes
- Mice
- Fires
- History of war
- Anything involving the army or marines
- Candy corn
- Fish
- Lizards
- Beef
- Ham
- Turkey sandwiches
- Rain
- Swimming
- Storms

DISLIKES;;
- Wasps
- The smell of acid
- Walnuts
- Candy canes
- The word no
- Being looked down apon
- Being punished
- The smell of some soaps
- Cats
- Duct tape
- When snow turns to slush
- Stores
- Bath time
- Failing
- Being teased
- The color brown

THEME SONG;;

[Redemption -- InnerPartySystem]

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My first tracker was Nadia [Tracker number 32], way back in series 10 when I actually began to apply for trackers. Now it wasn't until now that I realized after applying for two other trackers that I do have a fetish for trackers with vibrant colors, and glowing marking or features. This one just pooped to me with the lime green glowing circles. I couldn't resist, and so the story of Ophiuchus, Akiva, & Achilles was born and in full throttle.
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Yes, of course. He will actually become a part of a full line up of stories, pretty much a series of stories. I'm sure I'll even end up making a entire thread for these stories. He will definitely be used very often in stories.
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b.lack;; Ophiuchus & Akiva's side of the story
g.reen;; Achilles's side of the story



[Drawn by Myself]
The moon hung over the tall building or the city. All was asleep, all was quiet. It had no reason to be quiet, everyone had wondered where the notorious villain known as 'Ophiuchus [OFF-i-you-ch-US]' was. They weren't wanting him to return, but the quiet of night only worried them more, when was he going to strike, when? Instead, the citizens would only try to fall asleep. It was an odd habit really to try and hide from what was waiting for you, it was an odd habit to expect what was watching you. He was gone for too long it was becoming a worry. The civilians had no idea when he would strike. The wanted to be over with. This waiting was killing them with fear. Should they be happy he was so mysteriously gone?

The villain made paced the room filled with blinking dials, test tubes, and multiple tanks for experiments. He fitted the blue plasma gun onto the arm that lacked a hand, instead a smooth bob replaced the fingers that should have been there. Multiple wires lines the back of his head leading down to the gun that he slowly pulled over the remaining section of his arm. With a loud yell in pain, the gun was fitted. But, instead of gazing in awe at his new creation, Ophiuchus fell to the floor with a loud grunt. "AARGH, AKIVA [ah-KEE-vah] Get in here NOW!" He rolled to his side, clutching his wrist tightly. A blue color sparked through his skin, staining the under layer for good. The girl known as Akiva raced in.

"Oh God Oph, what have you done to yourself this time?!"

Her crimson red hair fell apon her left shoulder. Where her eyes would've been, black holes replaced them giving off the impression that Akiva could not see, but she could see as wall as an Eagle could as it gilded over a thick field chasing after a single mouse running ever so slightly through the grasses. Akiva fell to Ophiuchus' side and pulled out a syringe filled with a glowing orange substance. She flicked it a few times, but soon forced it into Oph's arm. A lizard snake like tongue colored pink slipped out of her lips a few times before she stepped back to watch is Oph was OK. For a slight moment, Akiva's heart beat like a hammer until Oph began to thrash violently, he flailed in a In-humanly manor before he gave out a long yell, his back arched. Oph fell once more to his back, and continued just to lie there. In no time, Oph stood back up, adjusting the neon orange snowboarding goggles in front of his eyes, or where his eyes should be. Oph then proceeded to get up rather slowly. His gaze met Akiva's "Thanks," he said in a long rasp. "Be careful next time you dumb a**," Akiva responded rather harshly almost in a hiss. Oph glanced down at the alien like gun now mounted where his hand should be. The wires dagnled carelessly. "No Akiva, I'm not dumb, look at this baby, and tell me if I am still incompetent," He sneered as he raised his arm, showing the gun off to the red headed girl. Akiva grinned playfully. "So what? You have a gun where your hand should be, tell me when it can shoot bud," Akiva pushed him lightly and began to walk out. Oph growled under his breath and sat down at the large chair to begin messing with the setting of this new found gun.

LOCATION; Tracker Base, training grounds.
TIME; 4:30 PM, July 9th.

A new set of Trackers always brought new responsibilities. With Nex popping her and there, the place was becoming much more different. Change was good, right? Well that's what the young and hopeful tracker 74 would hope. He was eager for the last few days of training. After these couple days he would be adopted out. To who? What's would he do? What was his fate? Would he become a cunning detective tracker? Or a bold army tracker, the kind of tracker he would hope to be with each day that passed. After all these thoughts filled his brain, he focused on something else, the trainer was here, and unlocking the cage door. 74 stood up and began to wag his tail uncontrollably. But some how, the tracker controlled himself. He waited until the door was open and the trainer called him out. He jumped out rather boldly, he stood up straight, his nose pointed. The light green tongue of his hung out very loosely. But soon the tracker would be walking with the trainer down to the training grounds for the much more experienced trackers. 74 couldn't help but get excited, but he had to drape it with and almost emotionless looking face and structure. The more calm, the more hopeful. That's what the trainers had always said as if the trackers couldn't hear, but the grub was, it either shaped them up or stressed them out. In this case, it had done both to this particular tracker dog titled as 74, for now he remained unnamed. The trainer continued to lead the tracker down the hall. The hall seemed to never end, but that's just how excited tracker 74 was. "A few more days of this, and you'll be out of here and on your way to join the S.W.A.T. Team," The trainer known as Peter looked down at the tracker, a smile on his face. "Hows that sound buddy? Me you and Dianne working together, just in time too, that Ophiuchus is running around the city like we're his mud mat," Peter sighed lightly, now looking forward, looking for the correct door to walk through. "<< Ophiuchus? Whose that? >>" The tracker barked slightly, as if Peter could understand him. Peter only laughed lightly in response to the tracker's barking. "You'll be an excellent addition to the team bud," Peter rubbed the tracker's large ears. 74 sighed lightly. "<< Okay then, don't answer my question, >>" The tracker barked again, still thinking that this man could understand him very well. But Peter didn't understand a word, and didn't say anything in response. this only made 74 slightly mad. But he soon shook it off as he was brought into the training room. This room was new, so much more advanced. The tracker's tain began to wag very quickly, his tail was a blur as it wagged.

"Here we are, ready for your training?"

"<< Yes of course why wouldn't I be? >>" 74 jumped in excitement as the Dianne and Peter slowly took his collar off. "Now 74, You do you stuff, we'll be in the lab recording your scores, do your best," Dianne rubbed his soft ears and then proceeded to disappear behind the door. Behind that door was the lab, and there was a large mirrior window, so the two could watch the tracker clearly. 74's heart raced, but he continued to walk to his spot. Soon the bells rang, and 74 was off, running, then jumping, and even tackling dummies. This was great, but would his scores be great as well? 74 would just have to do his best, hope, and then wait. He didn't know if he could do any of that, but he still managed to try. Even with his heard racing through his chest.

Oph hadn't left his lab for a mere day now, Akiva should be worried, right? No. This wasn't the first time he had done this, sometimes he would go weeks, months even. If you asked her, this was a fairly short time of absence. Why had he hid himself so long at times you ask? Well the thing was, Oph didn't need food. He didnt need water either. His species had evolved past the need for hydration and food. But some would challenge if his species was so advanced, why was he the only one? That was something he couldn't tell you. He was left on Earth long ago, reasons unknown to him. In actuality, he was sent here as a tiny baby. He didn't know how he survived, all he knew that there must've been a purpose why he was sent here, right? He took that purpose was to take over this planet. He'd try to do that, but some would just think he was confused. Maybe he was. But that was no reson to stop now.

"OK Oph. I'm getting bored, you've been in there for a day, you promised me we'd do something yesterday,"

Akiva sighed and ran a hand through her crimson red hair. There was no reply. She growled lightly and stood up from the couch. She then proceeded down the hallway to see the door to his lab was slightly open. The color blue flooded out neatly, so automatically Akiva knew that he was working on something. But what? Maybe that stupid gun he showed her. Did he really think it was gonna work? It was stuck to his arm, what more could it do but replace the area where his other hand should've been. Akiva rudely walked in, uninvited.

"Okay, seriously, what are you working on? "

She hissed lightly, her reptile toung sliding out every so often. Oph turned around to pull up his welding mask, only to reveal a pair of snowboarding goggles. "We haven't been able to go out in public with out getting screamed at, so I thought I'd make us some Identy transformers, you know, so we can change into normal human beings," Oph sighed, he obviously hated being this 6"4 tall alien who was feared by all. "So what? We're unique," Akiva smirked lightly. "What ever, I mean look at us, I'm green and you lack eyes, how is that special? We look as if we're dying of some illness," Oph rubbed his singled horn on his left side. "Oh boohoo, Drama queen. I'll be in my room if you need me princess," Akiva gently shook her head and walked out.

"What ever Akiva."

LOCATON; Tracker Base, evaluation center.
TIME; 7:41 PM, July 9th.

Trainining progressed over the hours, and 74 was pooped out by now. Thank goodness the test was complete, and the three were all down at the evaluation center, and getting the tracker's test results in. 74 glanced around the room, he was laying down now, trying his best to try and at least catch some Z's. But he was just too eager to fall asleep. He watched as Dianne typed quickly on the compluter, typing in some sort of log-in, and as Peter pulled up a few files on the Smart Board. The files were of trackers before 74. Dianne and Peter had trained multiple trackers before 74, but none of those trackers had filled the requirements to fill the posstion, thats why 74 was so nervous. What if he failed? What would he do then? His entire 4 years, he had dedicated to training for this project. If he failed, all those years were down the drain.

"Oh my, Pete, come look at this,"

Dianne beckoned Peter to hurry over, Peter did just that, and 74 couldn't help but follow after and try his best to look at the screen. "<< What? What is it? Did I fail, please tell me I didn't fail! >>" The tracker whimpered, but Dianne nor Peter could understand a word slipping from the tracker's lips. Itwas tracker language, so of course they did not understand. "His test results are past reprehensive, these scores are amazing, I mean look!" Dianne wheeled back, and pointed to the screen. She watched for Peter's expression.

"Test A1;; 892, Test A2;; 702, Test A3;; 989, Oh God, I've never seen anything like this, he, he qualifys!"

Peter was amazed, shocked, he was proud of the tracker, but these scores were new scores. They seemd to meet the top scores of all time, almost beating them. This was good, very good. "<< What does this mean? Do I pass? Am I apart of the team now? >>" Another ignroed bark slipped for the tracker's lips. "Welcome to the team 74!" Dianne gave the tracker a hug around the neck, but soon slipped a collar around it. The collar was labled '1074'. More numbers. Great.

"<< 1074?... >>"

More words slipped form his mouth in faint barks and whines. All of his comments were ignored, and he was getting agitated. He had no idea that these people could not understand his language, only trackers could, and maybe even a selected few. Instead of getting angry about it, 74 just let it slide off his shoulders. His job would begin tommorrow, and he honestly could not wait. For now, the three would just ahve to drive down to the S.W.A.T. Base, which was exactly what they were doing now that they had made it safely to the car. The car was silent, all but the raidio sending in reports through a transmitter and walkie-talkie. It was actually bliss compared to what 74 had been through today. The car pulled up to a home, it looked nice. But 74 knew it was shared by five other people, all adults. But he didn't mind. The more the merier.

"Home sweet home, 74, Peter, hurry out of the car."

Oph continued to weld the peices of rare metals together, to form a necklace for Akiva, and a bracelet for himself. He used the Fretin [his alien species] technology often for these creations, they'd hide their identities, make them human, make them normal. The gun on his hand was finnally operating, proving Akiva wrong, and he had a large plan that was folding out. "Thats it! The Preloid Sapphire at the mueseum, it's structure, yes! It'll for the perfect war machine!" Oph's plan was complete, he explamed it loudly, he was proud, happy that this plan had come to him so vividly. Phase one would begin once he convinced Akiva it would work.

"War machine, Sapphire, and mueseum? What is going on in here?"

Akiva held a tube of toothpaste, she forced some out onto her tounge, and swallowed. Oph looked disgusted. "Akiva, I told you to stop eating tooth paste ages ago!" Oph was grossed out by this, for some reason, tooth paste to Akiva was chocolate. "Its not my fault its the only substance I find delectable on this planet!" Akiva hissed in reply, twisting the cap back onto the toothpaste. "Remind me never to visit your planet for a feast, I hate mints," Oph turned back to his projects, welding more and more. "May I remind you Fretins are cannables, and carnnivores, I don't see why you take glory in that, anyway. You never answered my question fat head," Akiva lowered her eyebrows, and took a step towards him. "Akiva, I told you, Fretins only ate each other at funerals, you know, dead fretin," Oph sighed lightly. "EW! Too much information," Akiva hissed loudly and turned to walk out.

"Your kind is gross Oph!"

Akiva frowned and proceeded to walk out. Oph quickly stood up and grabbed her arm. "No, wait," he said as he stopped her. Akiva quickly glanced back, her toung slid out in a hiss, her facial exprssion was angry, and yet, Oph wasn't scared. "Let go of my arm," She hissed like a snake. "No, I have something for you," Oph glanced back for a moment. Akiva rolled her eyes and spoke one simple word "Okay?[/b]". Oph grabbed the necklace and handed it over to Akiva. "wth is this?" She took it and examined it, bringing it close to her face. "Its that tranformation thing I told you about, put it on, test it for me," Oph said, waiting for an answer. "No way!" Akiva held the necklace out in disgust, "I'm not your guinea pig!" Akiva sounded furious.

"Fine,"

Oph tensed, but slipped the bracelet he mad for himself on. He thought had, but soon, an electric blue light fielded around him creating bright lights and lightening bolts. When the lights faded. There stood normal human Oph, standing at 6"2, pale ish skin, and black hair. His clothes remainted the same, black jeans, white tanktop and snowboarding goggles. No shoes, of course. "Akiva! Look Akiva it worked!" Oph smiled with perfect white teeth. He felt as if he belonged. He ran to his desk, taking off the snowboarding goggles, and slipping on shoes. He felt his face for eyes, there were inface eyes on his face, exactly where they should be too. They were deep green. He shot a glance over at Akiva. "Go on try it," He suggested.

"If you say so,"

She slipped the necklace on, and soon, red lights and red lightening bolts flashed. Those lights soon disappeared as well. Leaving Akiva normal looking, instead of her crimson red hair, natural auburn hair sat atop her head in long bell curls. Her dress formed into a tanktop and shorts, flip flops on her feet. Eyes replaced the empty sockets on her face, those eyes were a natural blue. The bow on her head was gone, replaced by sunglasses. She glanced at Oph, her nose now covered in freckles. "For once something of yours did work," She mused. Oph shook his head and stood up. "I have much, much more working projects my sweet rose, now that this had worked, do you trust me enough to put my next plan into play?" Oph took a step forward, towards her. He smiled brightly.

"Sure, I guess. But don't call me your sweet rose again."

"Deal."

With that the two headed down to town, in their new found 'human' appearences. Oph couldn't stop smiling. His plan was folding out very well, very very well. Akiva shot a glance at him. "Act normal," She whispered as she elbowed him in the rib. Oph nodded quickly. Soon the two began to walk into the meusuem. "You take the West wing, I'll take the East wing," Oph signaled Akiva, and soon the two were out and walking down the neatly planned routs.

"There is is,"

Oph speed walked to view the Sapphire. Soon Oph brough his wrist to his mouth. "Akiva, pull the fire alarm, now," Oph commanded. Usually Akiva would yell in response, but no, she did exactly what he told her to do, and soon the alarms were blaring through out the meusuem. The police began to guide vistors out, but Oph, he hid until he knew it were safe to come out. When Oph did come out, he took strideful steps towards the Sapphire. "We need to do this fast, and clean," He told himself as he pulled the glass case of the Sapphire off. There it was. Gently, Oph took the Sapphire from it's place, and soon replaced it with a plain rock. He did this quickly. Soon Oph was walking down the hall casually, the Sapphire behind his back. But soon. Something dredful happened. He was so surprised at the Sapphire that he forgot to climb back into the vents, there stood two police men, holding pistols in Oph's general direction. "Drop the Sapphire, and put your hands up," The police men ordered. Oph lightly nodded and dropped the Sapphire, but he quickly pressed a button on his wrist. Right then and there, he turned into his true alien Ophiuchus form. He held the gun, and pointed it at the police men.

"Surprised?"

LOCATION; Dianne & Peter's home.
TIME; 11:15 AM July 10th

Morning came fast, just a little too nfast for tracker 74's liking. But he didn't mind. He still got up, and walked lazily to the breakfast table, where they were already cleaning up. His ears dropped. "<< You didn't save me any? >>" The tracker whined, but caught some attention. "You're up 1074, good thing too, we just got a call," Dianne quickly changed into her armor, and grabbed her sheild along with gun. "Robery down at the Meuseum, Ophiuchus is at it again," The squad quickly dressed 74 in the proper armor, and began to rush out. "This will be your first time seeing this villian, huh 74?" Pete rushed to take a seat in the drivers seat. 74 had no time to repond, just time to rush.

The S.W.A.T. van rushed down the street, but soon stopped wickedly infront of the Meuseum. In a certain order, the team filed in, 74 being first. There stood Oph, pointing his gun, but two Police men behind him, tied up. "Oh look, the SWAT got a cute little doggy," Oph smirked, but pointed the gun at the tracker. 74 stood frozen for a second, his life seemed to flash before his eyes, but then, the tracker jumped and bit Oph's leg viciously. The tracker growled as he did so. Oph shook his leg, trying to get 74 off, but then, something happened. Toxens began to flood the air, and soon Ophiuchus fell to the floor, passed out. The rest of the team filed in after 74, only to praise him. "Who knew our first tracker would be the first to capture Ophiuchus," Dianne smiled, and praised 74 with a few gummy bears cupped in her hand. Mission Accomplished.



Waking up in a jail ceil, Oph ntoiced the tracker who had brought him donw staring him down. "You're a lot stronger than I thought you were pup," Oph smirked lightly, but soon noticed wires contected to his gun, disabling it. "<< Shut up, my job is to make sure you don't get any ideas, >>" 74 growled to this crminal. "Make sure I don't get any ideas now?" Ophiuchus smiled. He could understand this tracker. What a surprise. "<< You, you, understand me? >>" The tracker was shocked. Before Oph could answer, a loud crash was heard. Both their heads turned. For a moment, things were silent, but soon a woman in a police uniform came walking down the call, he heels clacked, and her had covered her face. 74's tail wagged as she jungled the keys and forced the keys into the key hole to Oph's ceil. Oph had no idea what was going on until he noticed a snake like toung and crimson red hair. The police woman was Akiva, dressed up in a disguise. She must've been the loud crash. Oph stood up, and let Akiva tear the wires.

"What would you do without me?"

Akiva smiled, and Oph gave her a large hug. He glanced down at the tracker, who was mearly confused. "Take the dog, and hurry out after me, OK?" Oph said as he turned down the hallway. "Sounds like a deal," She gently grabbed 74, and ran down the hall way. 74 whined lightly. "Its OK honey," Akiva storked the tracker's ears, calming poor stolen 74. But soon everything faded to black, tracker 74 was knocked out, and now in a sack in the trunk of a car. He was headed to the labratory of Orphiuchus.

LOCATION; Oph's top secret lair.
TIME; 8:30 PM July 11th

74 could finally feel his senses, they were working very well, probably the best that they had ever worked. He noticed he was in a cage. "<< Great, >>" He sighed but soon heard the response of a female. "You're a brave one, you know," Akiva reached out to pet the tracker's ears once more. "<< Another one? Who are you, waht is your purpose, >>" The tracker said boldly to the female. "Another what? My Name is Akiva, whats your name?" Akiva said in a gentle voice. The tracker stood up, and grumbled lightly. "<< I am known to the SWAT as 1074," The tracker reluctanly responded, he didn't know where he was, why he was here. "I'll call you Achilles, you'd better make yourself at home, by the looks of it, you'll be staying her for a while," Akiva stood up, and wiped dust off her skirt, she let the tracker out, but he was bound by a leash. "<< Achilles? I've never had a real name, well not one that had actual letters, >>" 74 approved of this. He knew from here on out, he'd be called that. He liked that.

"You'll fit in wonderfully here."


To be continued...

[Raindrop]

Tracker Dog Application Series 22

Username:

Raindrop

Tracker Dog you want:

Tracker Dog #74

Name you'll give it:

Fidelis (Means 'loyal' in Latin).

Somehow I really feel this suits Tracker 74 a lot, it really sounds fitting. I think 'loyal' pretty much sums up this wonderful Tracker's personality, as I think of him to be a unwavering partner to his companion, always sticking with them no matter what happens. A wonderful name for an even more wonderful Tracker. Fidelis simply prefers to be referred to as 'Fidelis', as he is not fond of nicknames.

Reason why you want it:

This Tracker is just the, very most perfect one I've ever seen. His luminous design, and wonderful personality grabbed my attention, and forced my fingers to type out this entire form. Well, not really forced, as they acted on pure instinct at the lovely Tracker up for adoption. I really wanted him from the first moment I noticed that he was up for adoption, and I knew immediately, that's the tracker I absolutely, 100%, had to go for. No question. The story I used for his application was not as hard to create as when I usually apply for another character, as I'd been searching for a character to fit his place in that story I'd thought up of, but never used, for a long time.

His colour palette is just absolutely gorgeous, it blends very well together. I've always loved natural colours, they always never cease to make a character astonishingly wonderful, especially if the colours are the right match together.

I'd love for him to come along with me as my companion, for he is very much perfect in my eyes. I know he'd be one of my most treasured characters if I won him. I'd practically worship him, seriously. I have to, otherwise I wouldn't deem myself worthy to have him as my companion. X3

I've never been this driven, to write so much, just for a character adoption.

He would most definitely have art drawn for him. It'd be anything from traditionally-drawn sketched, or coloured paintings, to digitally-drawn artwork, pixelled artwork, or fullbodys. I draw quite often on my sketchbook, and if I won him, I know the first thing that would come out on a new sketch is Fidelis. I'd get literature done for him, too, whether it be poetry, or written stories. I'm prepared to give up lots of pets from my CS collection to order art, and verbal art, done especially for him.

I don't simply type up a form just because of the character's appearance, I never do that. Yes, I do love Fidelis' looks, but that isn't the only reason I want him. I know if I'd just look at him on my computer screen, that'd cheer me up completely. He is just a creature, so full of life, so luminously bright, both mentally and physically, that I can't help but smile at the very thought of him. He really brings a reason for me to continue writing stories, and also a reason to keep on drawing, no matter how wrong the anatomy may be, or how little the character represents the original.

The staff of the Tracker dogs have done a wonderful job, running this place. The Trackers coloured in are amazing, in their own ways. The way you guys run this place is neat, and efficient. It's easy to get around, and the general community here is very friendly, and more than willing to help out those in need or those with questions that need to be answered. The Tracker dogs are very lucky to have such devoted people like you be in charge of it. :3

A thousand words could never, ever describe how much I want Fidelis to be first, and most beloved Tracker. I hope you might grant my wish, though even if it didn't happen, I know he'd go to the person who'd take care of him to the best of their abilities. I'll keep on hoping, until then. <3

Will it be used in any kind of story?:

Yes, definitely. If I win him, I'll eventually write up a story for him. I'll first have to choose a suitable story plot, though, as I have too many running through my head right now. The first thing I'd write would be a continuation of the intro story, after that I might start planning for a whole new story, featuring Fidelis, with new and old characters alike.

Describe its personality:

Fidelis is a loyal, unwavering creature, who is fiercely protective, and would give his life, even, to protect those he loves and cares for. Although he did not live a life of comfort when young, he still seeks to guard and protect his charge, or charges, so that they may be safe while also taking on the job of a Tracker dog at the same time.

He exudes confidence when he makes a decision, and never turns back on any promises he's vowed to keep.

Though usually, Fidelis would appear to be,in normal circumstances, simply, a mild Tracker, but usually serious about everything. He doesn't seem to have a sense of humour at all, and can't understand the simplest of jokes, no matter how much an explanation is given to him. He isn't very vocal, though don't mistake him as shy. Instead of replying he usually shows his emotion instead to let others know of what he's feeling then.

A natural-born Tracker, he excels at his job and wishes to put his abilities to use in a army, though he'd never willing leave his charges' sides. He has a way with toxins and gases, and is extremely intelligent in the fields of war and weapons.

His heart is in the right place, even if sometimes he makes, rash, irrational decisions. All of them were made for the good of his loved ones, never for himself or the greater good.

Fidelis gets along pretty well with others, and arguments between him and an opposition are rare, though it does happen. He gets slightly snappy, and throws out snarky comments. Usually when he is angered, he calms down quickly. When a steely cool look will replace his usually blank facial expression, that's when you can tell he's in a bad mood. Anger replaces his cool-tempered mind when his charges are being threatened by a force, strong or not. He becomes a killing machine, never stopping unless the threat has been exterminated. You wouldn't want to be anywhere within a mile of him when he's mad, trust me.

His scruffy fur was caused by his residence in the woods, not a surprise as he often has to venture into the deep parts of the forest to find prey, and chases usually include tree branches snagging his fur.

The luminous spots on his fur sort of change with Fidelis' mood. When bored or sad or in a negative mood, his spots pulse a dull, dark green colour. When happy or excited or in apositive mood, his posts are bright.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

[Dreadful feelings,
drowns my whole body.

Lost apologies,
replaced by the hatred I carry.

Bitterness haunts my mind,
a reminder of what I've lost.

Unpleasant emotions,
how long will they last?

Nonexistent dignity,
when will it be back?

Undesirable regret,
will it go away?

Where are the colours?
The only shade I see is gray.

Forever a fugitive?
I can't stop escaping.

Confront the truth,
everyone keeps saying.

I'm falling apart,
though I'm in one perfect piece.

Will it return to me?
Those moments of peace.

When will you come home?
My trophy of victory?

I don't want to keep on hanging,
on this expired thread of triumph,

I can't keep on pretending,
I'm this close to dying.

The night sky seems so bleak,
Is it mourning for me?

Those stars are no longer shining,
am I being pitied?

The distance I can see,
though no longer able to leap,

When it comes to me,
making relief wash over my body.

This unexpected visit,
is it trying to mock me?

To tell me that I'm not capable,
of weaving more memories.

Still I embrace it,
that familiar story,

Saying that I'm fine,
making me worry.

I doubt my instinct-
it tells me that it's back,

that I still am able to continue,
feigning normalcy, declaring,

That the thread I'm holding to,
is not going to be needed.

I'm still not convinced,
will it run away?

Playing, toying,
fooling my thoughts?

But as the words come back,
flooding my mind,

I am, no longer,
unsure.]

((My real-life friend wrote this poem, I thought it was fitting to use it here. Credit for it goes to her. <3))

The canine-like creature dropped to the ground heavily, weary of life. The cooling, mild winds of the forest rustled by him, making him feel better, but not much. A rabbit, which had been his first prey in days, was what he'd been chasing previously, but his efforts were in vain; it had escaped between his very paws.

I'm no good at this, am I? It was just as he had said. He wouldn't be able to cope with the harsh, cruel reality of the real world, no matter how hard he tried. He'd need a owner, a leader, a role-model for him to follow. He needed someone to teach him about everything he needed to know. But he didn't have that. All he had was his basic knowledge before he'd run off into the wild.

Into the wild. Wasn't that what he'd wanted all along? To run away from the misery, the demanding offers to join the Organization? Of course he'd wanted that, but he hadn't expected everything to be so different from the surroundings he'd temporarily lived in while at the Organization. He thought he was well-prepared to face everything the world could throw at him. But everything was different, too different, from the way he'd pictured it.

The very thought of the cruel, harsh subject of the Organization gave the creature a throbbing headache. He couldn't bear with the memories, not yet, anyways. He still would, dream at night, the tortured, wounded souls who'd stared at him, begging him to help them, through his cage bars.

His memories were still dim, bare. He couldn't remember anything until after he'd awoken that night, with him negotiating about the offer...

The lights were dim, flicking on and off at uncertain paces. The creature's sight was poor with this sort of lightning. He felt groggy, his mind still not fully awake, after all the sleep syrup doses he'd been given previously.

Surprise shook his mind, like he'd been zapped. A pair of curious, hazel eyes studied him. Instinctively, he cowered to the back of the cage. The pair of eyes retreated, as if sensing his sudden fright. The creature's eyes were connected to a young, wide-eyed human who quickly tottered out of the room. His tension deflated.

"Sir, Experiment 74 has awoken." A soft voice said, nearby.

"Really? How interesting. Perhaps I shall visit him, then." A different voice, this time, deeper-pitched, spoke.

The sound of a chair scraping the floor was heard, quickly accompanied by the occasional click of a pair of shoes on the marble ground.

The creature's fur stood on end. What was happening? He didn't understand. Another pair of eyes, older, more intelligent, stared at him intently, studying him. He was confused by their intentions, but did not like the humans constantly cornering him into one corner of his cage.

"You don't seem too bad after you got injected with such a high dosage of sleep syrup." The man stated, raising his eyebrows in what seemed to be surprise.

Still the creature kept away from the man as far as possible. He didn't trust him, whoever he was.

The human sighed, after seeing no tension release from the experiment creature. "Alright. I'm just here to tell you, that, you'll be sent to the Facility soon. Before that, I want to offer you to help me, thus helping the Organization, by becoming my personal Tracker. We could do so much together, I feel."

What? He wondered, puzzled. What was the man talking about? A Tracker? The Facility? What was that?

"Please take your time to decide, though. I would not like to rush you." With that, the man swept away. Experiment 74 stared menacingly at the disappearing figure of the human. Whatever he had offered, he was sure he wouldn't accept. There was no question to that.

...

Experiment 74 awoke with a start. This time his surroundings were unfamiliar. He was still in his cage, but apparently it had been moved to a different area. The previous room had a light blue wallpaper and was rather serene, with not much noise there, but the new room stunk of dozens of unwashed pelts and the wall had faded to an unattractive dull gray. Dozens of howls, jeers, and other random sounds emanated from all the other occupied cages in that room.

"So, you've finally awaken, huh?" A feminine voice inquired, nearby. The Tracker turned, seeing another canine creature alike him kept in the same cage as him, only slimmer and smaller-built. "Took you long enough, as it was." She snorted. "Hopefully, you're not planning a permanent stay here. I won't."

Experiment 74 didn't understand. Permanent stay? Could this female, whoever she was, find a way out of here? It seemed to him to be very much a miracle, but her tone was so confident, it was impossible not to believe she could bust out of here.

"Well? Don't tell me they've created a mute Tracker." The female rolled her eyes. "No, I can speak perfectly well," Experiment 74 replied, in a slightly hoarse voice. This was the first time he was talking, so it was no surprise.

"Hmph, then you should've replied earlier! It wasn't nice to keep someone waiting on your answer." "I see no point in random chatter," He found his voice cold and monotonous, although he wasn't feeling any emotion other than a flat, blankness that time. She shrugged. "I'm Vinka. Was here for a while already, but I'm probably going to go to the Facility soon. You?" "Experiment 74. That was what the older human called me. I just came. Don't know how long."

"So what did you man by 'permanent stay'. Did you mean you could get out of here if you wanted?" "Nah, you couldn't. Well, you could, but only if the human's don't see you doing it. They've got many ways to get you back here."

"Could you do that?" He inquired. "Well, yeah. Most likely I could. These bolts aren't meant to hold against a superficial attack. Like this one." Vinka grinned, before slashing the bolt in half with her paw. He looked on, impressed, while noticing, that her claws were sharp, and were more than capable of damaging the hardest of materials.

"Well? Get out, before the humans recapture you. Believe me, they aren't on friendly terms with any Tracker."

Slightly dazed at the turn of events, Experiment 74 stepped out, feeling a harsh shove from Vinka. "This way," She hissed. She led the pair through a winding maze of turns, and it seemed to take forever. Many times they had to hide behind crates and in empty stairwells before proceeding.

A door leading to a scene of greenery was before the two. A burst of fresh air filled his lungs as he breathed in. He could smell the scents of fresh leaves, wood and clear water somewhere, out there, in the oblivion of freedom.

Vinka inhaled deeply. "Ahhh, finally, a real taste of nature's wonders."

"You mean you'd never seen it before?" He asked, astounded. He'd always thought the Organization caught the Trackers from somewhere, then shipped them off to the Facility. He'd never known himself, since he hadn't a single memory from before he'd awoken today.

"'Course not. I was created in the laboratory. As all Trackers you've seen here were. None of them are natural-born, you know."

"No, I didn't. I don't have a memory from before I woke up, since today." Was it him, or did Vinka look a tad sympathetic for him? "What did you expect? Humans are cruel. They twist a creature's mind about to do their dirty work for them. It disgusts me."

"Was that why you refused the older human's offer?"

"Oh, him? I suppose he made that ridiculous offer to you, too. Asking you to join his company or whatnot. No way I was gonna accept."

"Me, neither. I do not want to be a pawn for anyone." Vinka nodded. "What have you planned for the future?" "What should I plan? Other than eating, drinking, sleeping, and resting, that is." The female Tracker snorted with laughter, although Experiment 74 couldn't get what was so funny. He did not mean for it to be amusing, either.

"So, seriously, what are you planning? I just want to be a normal Tracker, you know, just track stuff, and have a nice master, that's all. You?"

"I just plan to live. I have no expectation of the upcoming events in future." Vinka eyed him skeptically. "Well, whatever you want, I guess."

They'd walked up to the point where the trees parted, revealing a clearing. Vinka's eyes suddenly seemed more alert. "I guess, I'm going to go my own way from here on. Since my plans are different from yours, we might as well separate from here." He felt reluctant; the Tracker was rather nice company, even if she was slightly annoying at times.

"Alright then. I wish you well on your arduous journey ahead. Perhaps we might meet again." He bowed his head slightly. Vinka grinned, her usual energetic self again. "Let's hope."

Experiment 74 watched as the female padded away. He sighed, suddenly feeling lonely. He realized he had no one but himself now.



His eyes snapped open, immediately his body was tense, ready to flee at any sign of danger. The rustling of a bush, the sound of twigs snapping alerted him to someone, or something.

A human, a female, by the looks of her, stumbled out into the clearing. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the canine-proportioned Tracker in front of her.

Experiment 74 growled, a low sound made from the back of his throat. The human girl quickly backed up, her expression, somehow not afraid, simply wary.

The human turned, briskly striding away with repeated glances over her shoulder. Feeling his back lie flat, his sudden aggression died and was replaced with a heavy weariness.

The Tracker sighed. His mind was clouded by a stream of troubling thoughts. He decided to go to a rather deserted clearing, with a small stream flowing quietly there. Lapping up sips of cooling water, his thoughts seemed to run clearer now.

A sudden whoosh, something pinning him to the ground, then his sight gave way to pitch-black darkness.

...

Experiment 74 awoke groggily. He could faintly make out the shapes of many other cages, some empty, some occupied by canine-shaped creatures. Perhaps they were Trackers. The environment here was rather better than the ones he'd been in before; the walls were a light pastel colour, and the cages were arranged nicely, in a orderly fashion.

A human, familiar somehow, was staring at him from afar, curious. She came over, squatting slightly. Now he realised why he recognised her. She was the human he'd met in the woods that day.

"It seems that fate, or destiny has allowed us to meet again, hasn't it?" She asked, grinning. This, reminded the Tracker of Vinka, the first other Tracker dog other than himself that he'd known.

A cat sat next to the girl, watching the conversation with bright eyes. "My master, Rain, has mentioned several times of her encounter. Little did I expect for her to encounter you again."

"It was quite a surprise, though. Very much so." He admitted, shaking his head. "If I may ask, why are you here? Where is this place?"

"This is the Tracker Facility. Where all Trackers go to be adopted out to good homes. I suppose from your haggard state, you might have been caught out in the wild somewhere. There have been occurrences where Trackers escaped from the creation laboratories, though not often. Very rare, in fact." The cat stated, its eyes gleaming more brightly than any cat he'd ever seen before. "My owner was here to adopt a new Tracker. She has longed for a new companion, although I wouldn't think highly of any creature replacing me as her loyal pet." She sniffed.

"I would think exactly the same." Experiment 74 smiled, finding this cat amusing. "If I can ask, what is your name?"

"Key. That's what the master refers to me as, and what I prefer to be called."

"Well then, Key. Your owner said she was seeking a Tracker companion. Has she her eye on any specific one, so far?"

Key shrugged. "She has a hard time deciding. I'm guessing she really likes all of them. Especially you." She teased, grinning.

The Tracker had to smile at that. "Why would that be?

"Master has taken a particular liking to you. Not sure why, but perhaps you wouldn't be bad company. After all, she's always travelling somewhere, and ALWAYS gets hurt." Key rolled her eyes at that.

Was this it? The start of a new journey, a new life for him? He loved trekking about, that was for sure. Staying indoors was never one of his strong spots, really. His heart raced at the anticipation. "I gladly accept your offer, if you would have me."

Key's smile expanded. Quickly she translated something to her master, the girl. The girl nodded, and brightened up at the news.

"Well, then, Tracker. Have you a name?" Experiment 74 shook his head. Other than Experiment 74, he had no other name to be referred by. And he didn't like it, either. A change of name wouldn't be necessarily a bad thing, would it?

"I'll call you Fidelis. Latin for 'loyal', because that's what I think you are." She smiled, her expression kindly and warm.

The kennel door swung open. With a single pawstep he stepped out, his eyes wide. He felt giddy, with excitement or something else, he didn't know. Elation pounded through him. Was this, for real?

The man was wrong. He didn't need a person to control him, to give him orders. He preferred a simpler life, with the friendship of his companions. He'd had a new name, which he much more preferred to be called than 'Experiment 74'. Every single one of the doubts the man had planted in him with his words of trickery, they were all wrong.

Life wasn't as bad as he'd expected it, after all.

((Hopefully it is alright to include another Tracker in this story although I do not own one. If not, I'll change the character to another one.))

[diamonds;;]

tracker dog application series twenty two

in war as in life, it is often necessary when some cherished scheme has failed, to take up the best alternative open, and if so, it is folly not to work for it with all your might. - winston churchill

username;;
. s p i d e r .
you can call me spi, spider or even just as simple as 's'. it is what ever floats your boat really, i dont mind.

tracker dog i want;;

Tracker Dog #74 I Available Until 18th

tracker dog # seventy four, a design created by nex and the 'furry' wild tracker. suited for war and an deflect most forms of toxic and poisinous gases from his body.

name i'll give it;;
acerus 'acer'

fierce, warlike. of the two Latin names; acer and marcus, it is a combination of the two. acer meaning fierce, marcus is the name of the roman hero, "A young Roman officer, Marcus Flavius Aquila, is trying to discover the truth about the disappearance of his father's legion in northern britian. Travelling with his ex-slave, Esca, beyond Hadrian's Wall, in disguise as a Greek eye doctor, Aquila finds that a demoralised and mutinous Ninth Legion was annihilated by a great rising of the northern tribes. In part, this disgrace was redeemed by a heroic last stand by a small remnant around the legion's eagle standard. Aquila's hope of seeing the lost legion re-established is dashed, but he is able to bring back the bronze eagle so that it can no longer serve as a symbol of Roman defeat—and thus will no longer be a danger to the frontier's security." - Wikipedia- eagle of the ninth
a theme that is used in my story and it fits tracker seventy four brilliantly. it is for tracker seventy four only.

reason why i want him;;
this divine creature seems to beckon me to make a form. simply from his sheer out look makes him inviting. i could stare at him for hours, just because of his stunning aluminous spots on his pelt that glitter and shine so brightly, its like when he his happy they seem to light up and his murky green and a deep grey colour combination, his mane. his colour coordination is so easygoing, yet it makes a big impact as you look. everything, to me, is perfect about him, and this few lines may seem very common when adopting things like this, but from me this all comes from the heart. me and him, its an instant connection. i do hope you realise, that i will take care of the amazing brute, and i will love him forever. words cannot spell how much i want acerus. just everything about him is perfect, his personality, his looks. they are just so unique. it's not because of the popularity of this thread why i am adopting, its simply because there is a bonding between me and him and i hope you understand. the more i look at him, the more i fall in love. his bone like markings, and his lime green tongue and inner ear. he is just so mysterious and handsome.
this little tracker has inspired me to give it my all, at anything my heart longs for. and this is just that. i would write many stories about adventures, training or even just casual life about acerus. I would love to be an owner of a tracker, a species that i adore and I would create him a page, with every little detail about him and his collected drawings. my notebooks and sketch pads will be filled up with things about acer, drawings and stories. i could draw him often in my spare time. so many to things that could be discovered by this amazing and fascinating brute, and I would like to be with acerus every step of this way to call him mine.
there is much more why i want acer. there is a lot more person behind the screen, and it is hard to explain this in words. no, i am not one of those selfish users that wants one because 'it looks nice' or because of it's popularity. there is personal reasons behind this application, not because of those reasons like before. for one, i have a love for this species, and it does take me by force when I see one that has been neglected or ranted about. acerus, however, is just so brave, so metally strong. when i am upset, acer would be the one that pulls me through, because again of his mental strength. there is someone who cares, someone who can be relied to look after this amazing tracker, behind this screen. i have adopted few characters previously, yet they all mean something to me. i never leave them rotting in the corner of my posts. i display them to CS, not just selfishly keep them to myself.
it just hits me instantly. i could stare upon him for hours and hours. this tracker i love. there is a connection. i also want to thank you for creating this opportunity to express my love for this tracker in my form, and i do hope you choose the rightful owner of him, even if it not be me. thank you, again.
as soon as i saw him, a story began to structure in my head, with a personality too. everything began to form so quickly, so rapidly. i have a natural feeling to write for him. i was going for him, no matter what the dead-line of the forms or how busy i was going t be. i will make time for him. i was ready for my pets to run dry for him; so much art, poetry would be ordered for him. i am prepared to use up some of my very rare store pets for him, as well as many uncommon. i was searching for the best artist to order art from them, i am now stalking their art-shops and when any art-trades, commissions ect. to open. i was rearing to go and order. i have already a few brief sketches of him, i do hope they will be scanned and inserted into my form in time. i would love to own one of the first batches created by you, LCD. i want acerus to be my first tracker so, so, so much, more than words can explain, and i hope that my wish will be granted.
this species is so unique, so imaginative, just so creative. it’s almost surreal how much work is put into this, and i love how much time the mods, artists and you, LCD, have put into making this thread. i must give credit for the founder and original creator and owner of tracker dogs, and how many smiles you have put on people’s faces and gave them their own virtual companion. as i scrolled down to see all the trackers, i saw acerus and was plainly impressed, then started to read all the descriptions. acerus was for me. there was nothing to say against it. i have looked through many forms, so many to count, they were so good. i found it hard to believe that i am even competing with some of these insanely awesomesauce forms that are so fascinating to read. {i must say well done to all of you, they are really good, believe me!} words cannot describe how much i want acerus. i would be honoured to call him my own.

will acerus be used in any kind of story?
defiantly. i would be able to write about acerus all the time, and i would make time to write for him. i’ll always find a good enough plot for acerus to be in, if not starring at the lead role! i will create him both a blog and a website, the blog will be used to preview and update others for when i am creating a story. the website, however, will be used for all the essential information about acerus and even more. all art that i have order and collected will be shown off on their very own thread, same with the stories but a separate page for each one. i am eager to write a lot of stories, adventures and poems about him, i have creativity bursting out of my mind at the moment i write this, and i can’t wait to tell you some! i am bursting to write as far as my imagination can go with acerus as the character in the spotlight, without any lack of muse, creativity or plot ideas [oh the dreaded wb!] as there is so much too him to not be able to write! i’ll always find time to role-play him, even if it is just a small paragraphed post, i’ll be active as much as my schedule will allow me. in other times, when i am at my most active you can see me when i really role-play with at the very least a several paragraphed post with good grammar and punctuation. anything that i can write on it will be filled with things all about acerus, whether it is a note-book, deviant art, share your writing on chicken smoothie, on Microsoft word and more! i will have a calendar for what to do with acerus and it would be filled with things like ‘order from –insert artist’s name here-‘s art shop and other like draft the first chapter of –insert name of book you are working on here-. now it is time to share some ideas with you!
my first idea is to continue the tracker’s introduction below, and everything fully developing for acerus. drama and violence are some of the things that acer will come across as well as days on end of intense training for a special operation founded by a special tracker task force. after several fitness and endurance tests acerus and several other trackers [with permission from their owners] will take place. The mission is underway and is pulled off successfully aside from a few technical problems. at one point i am planning for acerus to be abducted by the German scientists introduced at the start of the story and then he will jump from place to place, at one point he will be put up for adoption at the RSPCA centre and Farren will then find him. there will be more when i write this, and i hope that it will be my first printed novel. my second idea is a murder is committed on acerus’ and farren’s door-step. it is a highly complex and dangerous mission to find the murder but acerus eventually pulls through at the brink of high suspicions. they both travel to see how the families, people and the community was affected by their deep loss. my third idea is about acerus being needed on the front-line in the Iraq war, and his early days on his highly secured and top secret mission at the start of his life is re-told in a more dramatic manner , with more twists and secrets than before. my fourth idea is just the behind the screen life of acerus and the daily training of him. he will be a part of a big dispute between two rival gangs on the rough streets of London and then painfully surgery from a gun-hot wound will be undergone in the infirmary. i do have other little ideas buzzing around in my head, such as small stories and some epic romance for farren, and maybe a bit left for acerus too. i also want to do a story where farren is kidnapped and acerus is right on her trail, there will also be a big investigation with very few and very small evidence. of course everything eventually turns out but they will be a big plot twist too. i will be happy to pm you more ideas if that is what you wish.

describe acerus's personality in good detail;;
His outlook is brutal, not to be second glanced at. Fierce, strong and dominant is what see. He is wild. He's just a big joke when off duty, teasing and gossiping about smaller, weaker tracker. That is when his cocky side comes out. Fear can easily sensed within you. An insult is not taken lightly, he has a sharp tongue ready to snap back. Acerus will almost likely jump at you for something as simple as a stare, and it’s not something that you would like on a regular basis. He is willing to take on any challenge, any task and he will do it. You may think on a first meeting with him he turns out to be your average arrogant jock, but he's not though all the way through. It may be harder to reach, but a soft side is in there, you just have to look deeper into him, he denies it, however. Acerus is quick witted and somewhat intelligent to an extent but combat is his major. Bulky and large, you would hardly like to pick a fight with him. Now when it comes to tracking, he almost completely switches off and focuses on one thing only; tracking. His owner's words are a command, a rule, and he will follow them. One of his greatest desires from others is respect. He will be your great partner if you give him that. He is very intimidating when doing his job, and if anyone gets between it he will throw nasty barks, snarls and growls at you. Acer’s temper, as shown, is short and nasty. You would not like to get caught up with him when he has messed up on a job. It’s like a sudden burst of rage erupting like a storm from within him, and he often dwells on that when he is alone with his thoughts. Though at first glance he may seem an arrogant and rough brute, but he is much more than that, you just have to look deeper. Acerus is a deciving, sly and the natural leader. He tricks many people into thinking or believing in his way, like a fox. Cunning, sly. Acerus gives up at nothing. He doesn't care if it will hurt himself. All Acer cares about is doing the job right. Acerus is mentally and physically strong. If any gossiping, rumours are spread about him, he will be right on your tail. Acer does not, will not, and would not stop at anything to get to the top, he wants to be the best of the best. His looks may say that, but he is far from it.
Acerus is youthful and spirited, always with a positive attitude used in whatever circumstance this optimistic character is needed in. He loves to be the one to lend a hand and to cheer people up when they are down; it is just his nature. He tends to be-friend anyone who accepts him and enjoys social time with other groups of trackers. Acerus enjoys learning and he enjoys time to work and train with his owner. There is an unconquerable bond between him and Farren, a bond that no-one can separate. She is his partner after all. His cheerful soul is always used in the most difficult times to try and brighten himself or a group up, he encourages people to do well and stays behind them all the way. He wants others to do their best and maybe have a more positive attitude to life. He comforts others when they are down, makes them laugh or even just tries to simply tell them that every thing okay.
w.i.p

write an introduction for your acerus;;

This doesn't make much sense
Think far out but I'm still locked in
I'm still lost, walking circles
The floor swallowed me up whole
There's no-where to go


a weapon of war brought to the earth on the rememberance day of world war ii. i was born for war, to fight for peace. i was the ultimate solider. the super solider. now that project spider has been released i know that i must train as hard as i can possibley trai to get into one of the three male soliders and of course be sent into Iraq to fight for peace. this is operation spider. i am the ultimate weapon because LaChromaticDragonfly created me to be a weapon of war, and that i shall be.

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Upon the noise of the same dreaded morning screech Farren awoke. Alarm clock. Again. 9:30 a.m. She slammed her hand on top of the device and it finally stopped. She pulled herself from her drowsiness and slumber and she almost threw herself from bed, falling onto the floor. Farren held her stomach felling the sudden loss of air from within her lungs. "What a brillaint start to the day!" The girl cursed under her breath. Brillaint. Just Brillaint. She wiped her eyes and stammered into the bathroom, looking into the mirror seeing her reflection. Ugh. The teenager turned on the tap and splashed her face full of water that brought her out of her dreamland. She brushed her teeth quickly and pulled on her favourite 'All-saints' white T-shirt and Black denim leggins. Her onyx black hair fell behind her back as she wiped away loose strands of a colour like a raven's wings and but on her black leather jacket. Her look was complete with some 'Police' sunglasses.

A strange sound of the door-bell ringing echoed through the house causing Farren to run down the stairs and answer to whoever was there. Strange. There was no-one there. She looked at both sides of the street, yet saw nothing or no-one close enough by to have been knocking. With a frown, Farren slammed the door to a shut, then peered out of the window to see if the someone had returned. Kids. Stupid Kids. she sighed and shook her head as she walked into the open kitchen. Pulling out a cereal box of Corn Flakes and pouring them into a bowl, she helped herself to break-fast and a brief drink of fresh orange juice. In the reflection of the window she saw a figure move out-side of her house. Stupid. Farren sat down at the kitchen bar, keeping a close look out to see who was lurking around her yard. The casual, everyday note from her 'hard-working' parents had been left on the marble counter, saying the same old thing.
'Gone to work, be back at 8;30. love you'

and always signed by Dad and Mom. Well thats a change. A blue note instead of a yellow. Wow. Picking up the note, she scribbled smileys with the black fountain pen that lay besides it. After the 'you' she wrote a xP, under the 8;30 she wrote xD, before the 'gone' she wrote O.e and above the 'work' she wrote c: . A day's drawing lesson complete.

With a final mouthful of her break-fast and the last sip of her drink, she grabbed her White Paul Frank bag and walked through the living room and opened the door to the fresh morning air. Seeing that her skate-board has been deliberately moved, she kicked in back into space then headed towards the local cafe where she would start he week's education as junior, with the worst known enemy to man. The teacher. Now in Farren's case this boss was... obsessed with the word 'sacked'. He had already fired two people in three days. Stuff these teachers. She wandered along the side-walk slowly with her books in her bag. Stuff this school. As Farren turned to look back on her house, her gaze quickly shifted to a slow moving white audi A3 with blacked out windows seemingly racing all the other cars down the road.

There were four kids in there in total. You could just see small grey silhouettes from the almost comepletely black tinted windows. Glad I can't see their ugly faces. She drifted further away from the crowds and the looming buildings of the town. Her head seem to swarm and throb with questions. Her pace began to quick, her walk slowly yet gradually get faster and faster as she tried to escape the many pedestrians. She thought not to cut through down dark alleyways, as a narrow escape would be almost impossible for anyone if there be a dead end and gets caught up with a gang. Farren turned her head over her right hand shoulder, seeing that the car had been almost crashed into another while she had been thinking. The driver was obviously on the phone, the device to his ear and speaking in something that looked like a hushed tone.

Stopping at a busy intersection, Farren smirked faintly while carrying on walking and checking left to right for any oncoming traffic. Farren thought a silly thought, yet it soon changed into; Who are they? Farren glanced at a strange Audi that had been speeding down the road. Probably a kid from the local public school down the road, or someone random stalking another kid. Her pace began to gradually quicken as she could almost hear the school bells ringing and her stuck in detention for the next week, until she broke into some sort of a fast walk. Quicker and Quicker she stepped, care-full not to fall. With one last look behind her to check for any oncoming traffic, she ran. She crossed the road then sprinted into a nearby feild, always stepping carefully ahead so she does not fall. She ran quicker than she had even done before, the cross-country practice gave her a fair chance of getting to school on time. On the buffer point between the feild and the forest was a small stream, possibly jump-able, but it would take some doing. She new that she would be safer in here with the winding paths and thin, towering pine trees, and of-course that hole, the hole in the ground. A more complex yet quicker route to her private school.

With a run up, Farren leaped further than she had ever done before, yet almost slipped into the stream but managed to clamber up just at the last moment. She cut across another small stream, careful not to loose her balance as she hopped along the stepping stones. Her converse were relatively damp by the time she had skipped down the stream and over a fallen long in her path. It wasn't long before she was close to the school grounds and out of the forest. Flitting around some towering pine trees, Farren almost tripped from a crag escape from a nook in the ground. "Sh**!" She shouted as she 'epically' bailed on the rock, he shoe flipping off. "Lol. I fail" She said, returning to her feet and collecting her shoe, putting it on her foot. "Lol" She whispered again, starting to job he way to the school. A clearing emerged as she entered what was now the official school grounds. She casually walked around the big iron silver gates and into a pleasant looking and smelling garden at the entrance of school, a rather hopefully sign for the day. The weather at least managed to hold back it's rain for know, Farren hoped that the sun would not hide away and it to dampen her spirits.

She slipped into the school reception without being noticed, the lady at the counter clearly with her head tied to the computer screen and oblivious to what the world was doing around her. Quickly, speeding up her pace, she added more books to her collection in her bag. A teacher, a science teacher to be exact, grabbed her arm. He was a young age and a dirty blonde with dazzling blue eyes. Mr. Ebsworth. A guy who had been a few years older than her when at kindergarten. "Farren, I need to show you something" He said, leading her into another hallway eagerly. A smile was planted on his face. Farren smirked at his enthusiastic ways, grinning loudly. "Follow me in here" The scientist asked, his hand slipping down to Farren's hand. It was almost a world full of advanced technology and test-tubes filled her sight. "How much does this cost" Farren asked looking at her old friend. "To be honest, I don't have a clue. It's cool though" He replied, turning on a computer screen. Farren sniggered at his lack of knowledge on his own work splice, but questioned why he had brought her here. The rather plain architecture puzzled her too, it was a private school however, these places were often loaded with money, these were top of the range facilities. All parents love their kids going to a 'special' school. Special alright.

Farren was startled as a machine was turned on with a rather loud thump, her frightened voice rapidly changed into a laugh. "You are an idiot, Beck, you know. You are!" She moaned at him. "Glad I am not anything else!" He replied casually still keying in some letters not the screen. "What is that?' Farren asked, now walking over to the screen. "It's how you get all the things up and running. The boss just told me to bring you into this place and wait for assistance. Me, of all people, needing assistance? I think he was almost completely drunk at the time." He replied softly. "Ouch. That's hard. What did you do? Mess up big time or something?" Farren questioned to her old friend. "No. He just said 'wait for assistance'. It's probably because this is an area that I am not an expert in, but I'm an expert of everything as you know." The scientist said with a rather disappointed tone added to his voice. "Yeah. The expert at everything. You the one who can do a grind on a scooter and crack your head open. Expert I would say" She replied sarcastically. "How did you know it was me?" Beck questioned back with a astonished tone to his voice. "Everyone did; It was all over the school newspaper!" She replied almost laughing her head off. "I never knew anyone read those things. At,east I was popular back in the day." Farren laughed at that and was quick to reply to what his friend said. "Notorious, I would say" Beck shook his head with a grin planted on my face. "Know all" He replied.

''Farren, I asked Mr. Heverwaski if i could take you out of school for the last week while your parents are on that buisness trip, and he said yes if you want to. I've got a studying trip for us" Beck said. "Fine." Farren replied blankly, shaking her head.

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"Ready. Finally!" Farren said finally shutting her suitcase. She was eager to meet Beck at the Hilton hotel, but since her Mum had took her car, Dad took Mum's and her grandfather took her dad's she was just joing to have to walk. Farren was quick to run down stairs and drag her suitcase out of the door. It was light, a she only packed a few things and the bag could easily transform into a rucksack is she pushed in the wheels. She walked outside, down her garden path and down the pavement, quickly stepping with a cheerful spring in each step she took. She drifted closest to the building until she saw a gang of kids from her school. The populars. Farren quickly changed direction while changing her suitcase into a rucksack and flinging it onto her shoulder. One of the lads saw her, and pointed her pointed her out from across the street. Driven from pure panic, she changed direction down a dismal alley-way. Bins, rubbish and puddles scattered the place, but there was no way of escape; it was a dead end. Farren took of her bag and knelt down, seeing two pieces of sharp metal torn with a gap to fit in a small girl. Farr was small, and a girl. Farren slipped through the opening, picking up her bag after her. Farren tensed as she shuffled back towards a table, quickly feeling papers and folders of something that was unknown to her. Silently, she stood up to see many strange dog like creatures, and titles, one more intriguing than the others; Tracker Dog #74 | Available until the 18th of October. That day had been an gone. She wished she was there to see the release of this tracker. Farr heard a door creak, a was blindfolded quickly, and she felt a prick on her shoulder. She didn't remember anything from then on.

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