Tracker Dog Facility [V 3.0]

[ruby5602]

Tracker Dog Application Series 20

Username:
ruby5602.

Tracker Dog you want:
Pound #1.

Name you'll give it:
Twilight.

Why Twilight?
His name came easily to me, in fact, as easy as a river flows. I know he's male, but Twilight just seems to fit! His dark blue that slowly fades to a lighter one reminds me of twilight, and the golden zebra-like stripes reminds me of the sun breaking over the horizon.

Nickname:
Lock. His golden stripes remind me of a golden lock.
Twi, a shortened version of Twilight.

Gender:
Male.

Reason why you want it:
Such a beautiful Tracker, who ever would give him up? I hope to give this Tracker a wonderful new home where he'll be comfortable and always feel loved. I love his design, it's so alluring. The dark blues remind me of twilight, as I said before, but also of the ocean. The way the dark blue waves crash against the shore, leaving light blue/white foamy bubbles. And the gold marks! They look like zebra stripes, one of my favorite animals. His personality-wow, so many ideas popped out at me. He likes crowded cities, so he would be comfortable in the nice home in the city that Landon currently resides in. Since I first saw him in the Pound, I was off and on for a while. Finally, pressing my chances, I decided to go for him. Now enough stating the obvious, I love this Tracker through and through. His personality, his design, and everything about me is alluring to me.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Yes, once I find time. With NaNoWriMo approching fast, I have much planning to do and writing during November, so I will eventually.

Describe its personality:

.:.Stubborn.:.
Twilight doesn't let anything get through to him, it takes a bunch of effort for Landon to get an order through his head. He likes to do things his way and he won't let anyone push him around. Another reason his nickname is Lock is because his mind gets locked into place and he won't let anyone change it.

.:.Proud.:.
He's confident in himself and he loves what he does. Even though he's self confident, he's very down-to-Earth. Lock stands up for what he believes is right and won't let anyone tell him different. Though, he does give it a second thought if Landon gives him a good enough reason to.

.:.Self-confident.:.
Twilight walks around with his chin held high. He doesn't let anyone see him hurt, and he puts his heart and soul into what he loves. He has faith in what he does and he never lets anyone question him, if they do...well, let's just say he won't like you for very long.

.:.Headstrong.:.
Lock doesn't give up easily, he's determined to fight for whatever he's trying to do at the time. He will not take the easy way out, even if he is lazing at home. He will not go down without a fight.

.:.Hard Worker.:.
Lock is a very hard worker, he knows he has to get the job done and do it right. He's the kind of worker that loves what he does and will work until Landon drags him home.

Landon Hart.

Personality:
Landon's personality isn't very...pleasant. He's hot-headed, easily set off. It's easy to upset and annoy him, not to mention discourage. He's known to yell and curse a lot, but that's mostly to hide that he's really insecure. He's afraid of having his heart broken again so he pushes everyone away, afraid to let anyone close. He doesn't like to have strings attached, and that makes him very anti-social. He would rather hang out in his room all day listening to music and painting then be out with his friends. Another thing about Landon, he's very insecure. He's not sure about himself anymore and he tries to hide everything from others. He doesn't want people to see how cracked his armor really is because he doesn't want people to try and get close, only to hurt him. Once you get to know him, he's actually quite humble and open minded. He's not very...friendly. He's very violent, actually, and doesn't like people fussing over him.

Apperance:
Standing at five six, he's a pretty average. He had slightly shaggy brown hair and brown eyes that are the color of melted chocolate. He's a bit on the skinny side, and his legs and arms are quite long.

Occupation:
Landon works at the police station in the city of New York, keeping the town safe at night.

Reason Why Landon Wants Twilight:
He's always wanted a dog, one to play with at home and to help him keep New York safe at night. When he heard of Trackers, he thought that it would be perfect to have one.

Landon was esscorted towards the back of the Lab where the Pound Trackers were. He had been told the new litter had already been adopted to owners, but there was still one Tracker here. He walked silently, his footsteps echoing throughout the hallway. When he got there, he located the Tracker quickly. He peered into the cage, eyes traveling over the blue and gold Tracker. The Tracker looked bored, and glanced at Landon for onyl a second before staring at the large cage's wall again. "Hm, he kind of acts like me...He's a very dark blue, he would blend in perfectly at night...How would you like to come with me?"
The Tracker's eyes settled on Landon and he snorted.
"I'm taking that as a yes." Landon chuckled.

Likes:
Night.

The cool night air feels magnificent on Twilight's soft blue fur. He's walking with Landon down the street calmly, the darkness hiding his small body. He felt safe with the darkness covering him like a blanket, he felt...content.

Looking up at the stars through the window.

The twinkling of stars catches Twilight's gaze through the window as he tries to drift to sleep. It's their night off and he loves to spend the night staring up at the stars till twilight comes around and washes them out of sight.

Car rides.

Twilight's head was stuck out the window, watching the cars go by. He loved the feel of the wind russling his short fur, it was soothing and he liked it.

Grilled chicken.

Landon's not sure why he likes grilled chicken.

Watching tv.

Twilight was amused by the violent things that Landon watched, the colorful shapes moving around on the screen kept him entertained and out of trouble.

Running around the house.

What Tracker doesn't like running around a house?

Warm blankets.

Twilight, with his short fur and Landon keeping the house cold, enjoyed a cozy, warm blanket to snuggle under.

Dislikes:
Other Trackers.

Twilight doesn't enjoy the company of other Trackers. He likes to have Landon all to himself after his old owner gave him to the Pound. When other Trackers are around, he'll be distant and growl if they come to close.

Snow.

Even thought Twilight's paws are hard as rock, he doesn't like the way the snow makes them cold and frozen. He hates how when he walks on it, it crunches under him and makes him sink.

Baths.

He hates water in his ears.

Canned dog food.

Landon's not really sure why he won't eat it.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Twilight ran through the crowded side walk, dashing to and fro through people. Thanks to his smaller size, this was easy. Landon, on the other hand, was having diffculty keeping his eyes on the Tracker. But it didn't matter much, he knew Twilight would catch the thief that ran off with an old lady's purse. As much as he didn't like trusting others, he trusted Twilight.

Suddenly, Landon heard Twilight bark, and he knew the chase was over. He kept running and finally emerdged from the crowd, walking across the small area where people gave them room. He walked over to Twilight, whom was perched on the small man's back. The Tracker barked at Landon, his tail wagging.
"Good job, Lock," Landon praised, rubbing the Tracker's head for a moment.
"Down boy." Landon said. Twilight walked off the man and Landon used his handcuffs on the man, arresting him. "You're under arrest, you have the rights to remain silent as anything you say will be used against you." He said to the man. His voice was calm, practiced. Them, with one hand holding onto the man, pressed the button on the walky talky. "Officer Hart here, I've caught the theif. Send around a cop car."

Landon yawned as he hung up his hat and a few other things. He took the Canine Police Force outfit off of Twilight and hung it up, too. "Ready to go home, Twi?" He hummed as he walked towards the exit of the building. Twilight barked as a response and followed him, walking out the door that Landon held open for him.

Landon stopped the car in his driveway and got out, keys in his hand. He closed the door and opened Twilight's side, letting the Tracker out. They walked together towards the house. Twilight felt uneasy, his fur prickling slightly. Landon unlocked the door and smiled at Twilight, "What's the matter, Lock?" He asked, raising a cool eyebrow. He opened the door and had only a split second to notice the string attached to it. He cursed loudly and covered his shoulder where the bullet had shot him. Twilight was growling and looking around, his nose high in the air. He knew where the intruder was.

Landon slid down the wall, holding his heavily bleeding shoulder. "Go find the chocolate, Twi," He muttered softly. That was their code words for "go get the criminal."

Whoever was there was about to regret coming in their home.

Twilight raced towards the bedroom, growling and barking up at the man that smelled like gun powder. He jumped up on him and tackled him to the ground, biting into his arm to keep him there. The intruder yelped and tried to get the Tracker off of him, but he wouldn't budge.

After Landon had gotten over the shock of being shot, he quickly got up and carefully made his way to where Twilight was. "You're under arrest, you have the rights to remain silent." He said before telling Twilight to get down off the man. Twilight released the man's arm, slowly inching off him. Landon took the handcuffs from around his waist and cuffed the man.
He then pulled out his cell phone, "Hey, Bill...You need to come down to my place quickly, and bring a cop car and a doctor...okay? Just hurry." He murmured softly.

"Twi, can you go get the First-Aid Kit from in the bathroom?" Landon said to his Tracker.

Twilight, still growling at the man on the floor, trotted off. He came back dragging the medical kid. Landon opened it with his good arm and tried to stop the bleeding in his arm as he waited for medical and poilce help.
Soon they came and took the hand cuffed man away. Then they patched up Landon and checked to make sure Twilight was okay. Then they took their leave with Landon lying on the couch, Twilight on the floor next to him, both of them watching some violent cartoons.

"Thanks, Twi, I probably would of bled to death if not for you, my amazing little Pound Tracker."

[LaChromaticDragonfly]

Tracker Dog Application Series 22

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Maroon
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..-| B A S I C S |-..
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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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-| ωєιgнт [мєαѕυяєd ιη ρσυηdѕ -- lвѕ] |-
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]

..-| S T O R Y |-..
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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...

Congratulations, Maroon~

[Irios Atelis]

Congrats Maroon!

I really love your unique style of setting up a form, you'll have to give me some pointers

[Aiki]

Congratulations Maroon! you deserved him!!!

[Horneddragon]

Congratulations Maroon! you definitely deserved him

[LaChromaticDragonfly]

Tracker Dog Application Series 20

Username:
ruby5602.

Tracker Dog you want:
Pound #1.

Name you'll give it:
Twilight.

Why Twilight?
His name came easily to me, in fact, as easy as a river flows. I know he's male, but Twilight just seems to fit! His dark blue that slowly fades to a lighter one reminds me of twilight, and the golden zebra-like stripes reminds me of the sun breaking over the horizon.

Nickname:
Lock. His golden stripes remind me of a golden lock.
Twi, a shortened version of Twilight.

Gender:
Male.

Reason why you want it:
Such a beautiful Tracker, who ever would give him up? I hope to give this Tracker a wonderful new home where he'll be comfortable and always feel loved. I love his design, it's so alluring. The dark blues remind me of twilight, as I said before, but also of the ocean. The way the dark blue waves crash against the shore, leaving light blue/white foamy bubbles. And the gold marks! They look like zebra stripes, one of my favorite animals. His personality-wow, so many ideas popped out at me. He likes crowded cities, so he would be comfortable in the nice home in the city that Landon currently resides in. Since I first saw him in the Pound, I was off and on for a while. Finally, pressing my chances, I decided to go for him. Now enough stating the obvious, I love this Tracker through and through. His personality, his design, and everything about me is alluring to me.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Yes, once I find time. With NaNoWriMo approching fast, I have much planning to do and writing during November, so I will eventually.

Describe its personality:

.:.Stubborn.:.
Twilight doesn't let anything get through to him, it takes a bunch of effort for Landon to get an order through his head. He likes to do things his way and he won't let anyone push him around. Another reason his nickname is Lock is because his mind gets locked into place and he won't let anyone change it.

.:.Proud.:.
He's confident in himself and he loves what he does. Even though he's self confident, he's very down-to-Earth. Lock stands up for what he believes is right and won't let anyone tell him different. Though, he does give it a second thought if Landon gives him a good enough reason to.

.:.Self-confident.:.
Twilight walks around with his chin held high. He doesn't let anyone see him hurt, and he puts his heart and soul into what he loves. He has faith in what he does and he never lets anyone question him, if they do...well, let's just say he won't like you for very long.

.:.Headstrong.:.
Lock doesn't give up easily, he's determined to fight for whatever he's trying to do at the time. He will not take the easy way out, even if he is lazing at home. He will not go down without a fight.

.:.Hard Worker.:.
Lock is a very hard worker, he knows he has to get the job done and do it right. He's the kind of worker that loves what he does and will work until Landon drags him home.

Landon Hart.

Personality:
Landon's personality isn't very...pleasant. He's hot-headed, easily set off. It's easy to upset and annoy him, not to mention discourage. He's known to yell and curse a lot, but that's mostly to hide that he's really insecure. He's afraid of having his heart broken again so he pushes everyone away, afraid to let anyone close. He doesn't like to have strings attached, and that makes him very anti-social. He would rather hang out in his room all day listening to music and painting then be out with his friends. Another thing about Landon, he's very insecure. He's not sure about himself anymore and he tries to hide everything from others. He doesn't want people to see how cracked his armor really is because he doesn't want people to try and get close, only to hurt him. Once you get to know him, he's actually quite humble and open minded. He's not very...friendly. He's very violent, actually, and doesn't like people fussing over him.

Apperance:
Standing at five six, he's a pretty average. He had slightly shaggy brown hair and brown eyes that are the color of melted chocolate. He's a bit on the skinny side, and his legs and arms are quite long.

Occupation:
Landon works at the police station in the city of New York, keeping the town safe at night.

Reason Why Landon Wants Twilight:
He's always wanted a dog, one to play with at home and to help him keep New York safe at night. When he heard of Trackers, he thought that it would be perfect to have one.

Landon was esscorted towards the back of the Lab where the Pound Trackers were. He had been told the new litter had already been adopted to owners, but there was still one Tracker here. He walked silently, his footsteps echoing throughout the hallway. When he got there, he located the Tracker quickly. He peered into the cage, eyes traveling over the blue and gold Tracker. The Tracker looked bored, and glanced at Landon for onyl a second before staring at the large cage's wall again. "Hm, he kind of acts like me...He's a very dark blue, he would blend in perfectly at night...How would you like to come with me?"
The Tracker's eyes settled on Landon and he snorted.
"I'm taking that as a yes." Landon chuckled.

Likes:
Night.

The cool night air feels magnificent on Twilight's soft blue fur. He's walking with Landon down the street calmly, the darkness hiding his small body. He felt safe with the darkness covering him like a blanket, he felt...content.

Looking up at the stars through the window.

The twinkling of stars catches Twilight's gaze through the window as he tries to drift to sleep. It's their night off and he loves to spend the night staring up at the stars till twilight comes around and washes them out of sight.

Car rides.

Twilight's head was stuck out the window, watching the cars go by. He loved the feel of the wind russling his short fur, it was soothing and he liked it.

Grilled chicken.

Landon's not sure why he likes grilled chicken.

Watching tv.

Twilight was amused by the violent things that Landon watched, the colorful shapes moving around on the screen kept him entertained and out of trouble.

Running around the house.

What Tracker doesn't like running around a house?

Warm blankets.

Twilight, with his short fur and Landon keeping the house cold, enjoyed a cozy, warm blanket to snuggle under.

Dislikes:
Other Trackers.

Twilight doesn't enjoy the company of other Trackers. He likes to have Landon all to himself after his old owner gave him to the Pound. When other Trackers are around, he'll be distant and growl if they come to close.

Snow.

Even thought Twilight's paws are hard as rock, he doesn't like the way the snow makes them cold and frozen. He hates how when he walks on it, it crunches under him and makes him sink.

Baths.

He hates water in his ears.

Canned dog food.

Landon's not really sure why he won't eat it.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Twilight ran through the crowded side walk, dashing to and fro through people. Thanks to his smaller size, this was easy. Landon, on the other hand, was having diffculty keeping his eyes on the Tracker. But it didn't matter much, he knew Twilight would catch the thief that ran off with an old lady's purse. As much as he didn't like trusting others, he trusted Twilight.

Suddenly, Landon heard Twilight bark, and he knew the chase was over. He kept running and finally emerdged from the crowd, walking across the small area where people gave them room. He walked over to Twilight, whom was perched on the small man's back. The Tracker barked at Landon, his tail wagging.
"Good job, Lock," Landon praised, rubbing the Tracker's head for a moment.
"Down boy." Landon said. Twilight walked off the man and Landon used his handcuffs on the man, arresting him. "You're under arrest, you have the rights to remain silent as anything you say will be used against you." He said to the man. His voice was calm, practiced. Them, with one hand holding onto the man, pressed the button on the walky talky. "Officer Hart here, I've caught the theif. Send around a cop car."

Landon yawned as he hung up his hat and a few other things. He took the Canine Police Force outfit off of Twilight and hung it up, too. "Ready to go home, Twi?" He hummed as he walked towards the exit of the building. Twilight barked as a response and followed him, walking out the door that Landon held open for him.

Landon stopped the car in his driveway and got out, keys in his hand. He closed the door and opened Twilight's side, letting the Tracker out. They walked together towards the house. Twilight felt uneasy, his fur prickling slightly. Landon unlocked the door and smiled at Twilight, "What's the matter, Lock?" He asked, raising a cool eyebrow. He opened the door and had only a split second to notice the string attached to it. He cursed loudly and covered his shoulder where the bullet had shot him. Twilight was growling and looking around, his nose high in the air. He knew where the intruder was.

Landon slid down the wall, holding his heavily bleeding shoulder. "Go find the chocolate, Twi," He muttered softly. That was their code words for "go get the criminal."

Whoever was there was about to regret coming in their home.

Twilight raced towards the bedroom, growling and barking up at the man that smelled like gun powder. He jumped up on him and tackled him to the ground, biting into his arm to keep him there. The intruder yelped and tried to get the Tracker off of him, but he wouldn't budge.

After Landon had gotten over the shock of being shot, he quickly got up and carefully made his way to where Twilight was. "You're under arrest, you have the rights to remain silent." He said before telling Twilight to get down off the man. Twilight released the man's arm, slowly inching off him. Landon took the handcuffs from around his waist and cuffed the man.
He then pulled out his cell phone, "Hey, Bill...You need to come down to my place quickly, and bring a cop car and a doctor...okay? Just hurry." He murmured softly.

"Twi, can you go get the First-Aid Kit from in the bathroom?" Landon said to his Tracker.

Twilight, still growling at the man on the floor, trotted off. He came back dragging the medical kid. Landon opened it with his good arm and tried to stop the bleeding in his arm as he waited for medical and poilce help.
Soon they came and took the hand cuffed man away. Then they patched up Landon and checked to make sure Twilight was okay. Then they took their leave with Landon lying on the couch, Twilight on the floor next to him, both of them watching some violent cartoons.

"Thanks, Twi, I probably would of bled to death if not for you, my amazing little Pound Tracker."

Congratulations, Ruby~

[orange.c y r u s♥]

will the Trackers I sent you be up next series?
I mean, as pound Trackers.

[Irios Atelis]

Ooh, now I am interested >.>

Congrats Ruby! It was a gorgeous story and fun to read, I don't know why but it illustrated him perfectly in my head against the city backdrop...

[Aiki]

Ooh, now I am interested >.>

Congrats Ruby! It was a gorgeous story and fun to read, I don't know why but it illustrated him perfectly in my head against the city backdrop...

Yes now im intrested! cant wait!

And congrats Ruby! wonderful form!

[diamonds;;]

congratulations guys.

L O V E the new trackers LCD. they layout is awesome too!