Tracker Dog Facility [V 3.0]

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Tracker Dog Application

Username:

Batman.

Tracker Dog you want:

Number Seventy-Six (76)

Name you'll give it:

Jack O. Lantern

Nickname:

Jackie, Jacks, Anything Mariva wants to call him C:

Reason why you want it:

The strange allure of his smile and the craze of his ears, taunted me until I finally filled out this form for him.

Will it be used in any kind of story?

I hope so!





Describe its personality:

~ Crazy ~

Fear overtook the child as he looked into the gleaming, orange eyes. The horrifying smile and the curl of the ears made the fear grow. The creature seemed to cackle with laughter as the child backed away slowly, inching his way around various pumpkins in his path. The monster didn't seem to even regard that the fruits were there, stepping on them harshly until a path of smashed pumpkins lay in his wake. To tell the truth, the creature never wanted to scare the child, he merely wanted to play. Unfortunately, the amount of crazed joy that he held was too great for the monster to control.

When this Tracker is seen, immediately thoughts of cute, loving, kindness fills one's head. This is something oddly misinterpreted by the average person. His thoughts are jumbled and confused, he rarely thinks things through.

~ Strange Sense of Freedom ~

[color=#00BF00]As children, they are usually told many stories that have morels, to keep them out of trouble, and to make sure they behave. When you are a child in this town, you are told of the Leaping Monster. This creature was said to leap among the pumpkin patches, smashing and leaping throughout the night. He is mostly seen around Halloween. Children are told not to enter pumpkin patches, or the Leaping Monster will eat you, and every year one child breaks this crucial rule, and one child always gets frightened.

With freedom, comes a sense of superiority over anyone else. This Tracker feels like he can do what ever he wants, when ever he wants. He is essentially a rouge Tracker, waiting to be tamed.

~ A Fearful Sadness ~

When I was young, I remember distinctly something strange. I broke the rules, about the pumpkin patch, and I entered it. I cautiously stepped around the pumpkins, moving farther and farther into the heart of the huge patch. Suddenly, I heard a soft sobbing sort of sound. I peeked around a huge pumpkin and saw it. Its eyes sad, and its curled ears lowered. It was whining, I guess you could call it. I felt bad for its sadness, so, despite my fear, I hugged the creature, sharing my care for it. It licked my softly with its long tongue. I smiled, I felt that I had made a difference in this thing's life.

The origin of this sadness is unknown, but rumors say that he is sad because he has no friend, no partner to accompany him.

~ A Fierce Loyalty ~

After I comforted the creature, I smiled as I looked into its eyes. It seemed to smile back, as its lips curled into a strangely alluring smile. I giggled as it tickled my face with its tongue as I rolled on the ground. From then on, we became close friends. Every night I would sneak out to the patches to see him, even when the pumpkins weren't growing. During the winter, I don't now where he goes, but I see him every night. I have tamed the beast.

This Tracker has a heightened sense of loyalty for the soul purpose of a lack of companionship throughout his life. When one person shows him compassion, and no fear, he feels indebted to that person with a tie of loyalty.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

"Jackie! Help me!"
I reached my hand towards him as I lay dangling from the rocky cliff face. His eyes were cold and sad as he stared at me. His usual smile was gone from his face as he watched my limp body blow in the strong winds.
"Jackie, please! I'm begging you!"
I was desperate now. The rocks were too slippery from rain to climb up and he was my only hope. But I had betrayed him, how could he ever trust me now, I was nothing to him, though he was everything to me. My hands began to slip as I thought of the moments that led up to this...

~-~

We were found by someone I didn't like. He was tall, clean shaven, dark suit, screamed spy to me. Apparently, Jackie didn't like him either. He growled and barked at him with his strange smiling face and curling ears. The man appeared to see this everyday, and didn't seem phased when he asked if he could come in. I nodded, not sure what he wanted, but I didn't want to get this guy mad. I led him through the front room to the kitchen and offered him a seat, he refused and decided to stand. I had Jackie sit quite a ways away from this guy, just in case if Jackie had a smart moment and tried to kill this guy. I then stood between them and finally asked,
"What do you want?"
The man narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses, and answered,
"Your Tracker and you need to come with me to the Lab to be given an assignment. If you refuse, we will take your Tracker."
I merely blinked at the news,
"What's a Tracker?"
Okay, now here's a slightly funny part. The man lost his spy look and face palmed. He sat down on the pulled out chair, and continued to take off his sunglasses and massage his eyes.
"That."
He said, pointing at Jackie,
"Is a tracker. Okay? How could you NOT know what he was??"
I laughed,
"I don't care what he is, was, or will be. He's my partner, and friend for life."
I snickered at the guy, that I could now see was quite cute,
"Nothing you would know."
He now looked up, so that I could clearly see his face. His eyes were a deep blue and his skin was smooth and tan. The dark hair complemented his features well, making him very handsome.
"I'll have you know, girl, I have been working at the Tracker Facility for as long as I can remember! I have trained Tracker upon Tracker to be behaved, good working canines. I think I know the value of a friend."
I shook my head in disappointment,
"Yet you have none. That's sad. Sorry, but it is."
He looked up at me, glaring, when he suddenly stood and brushed off his well-tailored suit.
"Doctor Nex will be expecting you tomorrow at Fifteen Thirty-One Wellerds Street, and Twelve Fifteen. Sharp. Don't be late."
With that, he found his way to the door, and stormed out without looking back. I sighed, collapsing in the chair he just left from and buried my head in my hands. I began to cry, though I didn't know why, entirely. I just knew something bad was going to happen if I brought my darling Jackie to the Doctor. I looked up at him, who was now sitting in front of me, painting away happily. I rubbed his head softly and said sadly,
"Oh, why does it have to be this way? I just know that they'll take you away, Jackie! I'll die without you!"
He nudged my hand lovingly and whined softly. I smiled, and knew that he really cared for me.
"Alright. We'll go tomorrow, but I'll have an escape plan just in case. Okay Jacks?"
He seemed to nod as he jumped around the room. I laughed, like I had in the good days, but in the back of my mind, dwelled the doubts of tomorrow, and the regrets of yesterday.

The Next morning...
Beep.
"Please, shut up!"
Beep.
"Ugh."
Beep.
"FINE!"
I slam my fist down on the accursed alarm clock as I arise from my bed looking like Frankenstein's creation. I shuffle my way to the kitchen where Jackie was already waiting for me. He seemed pretty excited for today. Apparently, he wanted to meet his maker, in a good way I guess. I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a jug of milk and an apple. I closed it and made my way to the cupboard. I set the milk and apple down on the table as I approach the cupboard. I open it and retrieve a glass from it, and when I turn around, I see Jacks sitting at my feet, looking quite strange. I ignore it, he always looks strange. So, I sit down at the table and pour myself some milk, and throw Jacks the apple.He gobbles it up like he does every morning. I sigh, as he looks up at me again,
"You must be extra excited for today, aren't you boy?"
He painted as he wagged his tail happily. I smiled softly. To be honest, I wasn't. I didn't want them to take him away. Truth be told, he was basically my only family.
WIP

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Some art of me tracker<333

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tracker dog application series twenty three
halloween special

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, dee, spidi, or even just as simple as 's'. it is whatever floats your boat really, i dont mind. i like, however the alternatives 'dee' and 'spi' though.

tracker dog i want;;


Tracker Dog #77 I Available Until the 31st


tracker dog # seventy seven, a design created by nex and the wild tracker. ghost like and a halloween special.
This mysterious and sterile demon tends to wander around the facility and seemingly goes through walls. It has no classified gender nor does it like to spend time outside during the daytime.

name i'll give it;;
in the story, his previous name was ‘Atom’, what i got from the film real steel. This suited him because he worked at a scrap metal junk yard, carrying metal and steel and around from place to place until their illicit deals were caught by the police and was later took back to the tracker dog facility to get re homed again and is later taken on my a military team who specialize in operations find atom, and later just call him ‘Tracker’ until at the end of the story Farren later names him again to become ‘acerus’.


In 2020, humans have been replaced by robots in boxing. Charlie Kenton (Hugh Jackman) is a former boxer who owns such a robot, Ambush, competing in unsanctioned matches and in exhibitions with it. At a rural fair, Ambush is destroyed by Black Thunder, a bull belonging to promoter Ricky (Kevin Durand), when Charlie gets distracted by the cheers of a woman in the stands. Having made a bet that Ambush would win, Charlie now owes Ricky $20,000, which he doesn't pay before leaving.

Charlie is informed his ex-girlfriend has died, and that he must attend a hearing to decide the fate of his preteen son Max (Dakota Goyo). Max's aunt Debra (Hope Davis) and uncle Marvin (James Rebhorn) want full custody, which Charlie gives them in exchange for $100,000, $50,000 of it in advance, on the condition that Charlie take care of Max for three months while the couple are away on a second honeymoon.

Charlie and Max meet with Charlie's childhood friend Bailey Tallet (Evangeline Lilly), who runs the boxing gym of her deceased father, Charlie's old coach. There, Charlie buys a secondhand WRB league robot, the once-famous Noisy Boy, and arranges for it to fight the illegal circuit's champion, Midas, at a venue belonging to his friend Finn (Anthony Mackie). Partly due to his inexperience with Noisy Boy's combinations and partly due to his overconfidence, Charlie ends up losing control of Noisy Boy and Midas destroys it.

Charlie breaks into a junkyard with Max to steal scraps that he can use to put a new robot together. There, Max falls over a ledge, where he is saved from doom after being snagged by a lodged and buried robot arm. After Charlie pulls him back up, Max uncovers the entire robot, called Atom. On Max's insistence, Charlie takes it back to Bailey's gym, where they discover Atom is an obsolete Generation-2 sparring bot built in 2014. Atom has been designed to sustain massive damage, but is unable to deal much damage itself. Partly due to Max's insistence and partly due to Charlie's needing money, the duo takes Atom to fight an unsanctioned outdoor match against a robot called Metro, and Atom wins, earning back some of Charlie's money.

Max later upgrades it to take vocal commands using spare parts from Noisy Boy and Ambush and successfully convinces Charlie to train the robot. Atom's string of subsequent wins and high-speed, human-like maneuvers, which were rarely seen from a robot, attracts the attention of a promoter from the World Robot Boxing league (WRB), who offers Atom a professional fight against a robot called Twin Cities. Atom is almost overwhelmed by the more advanced bot, but Charlie's knowledge of boxing allows him to notice a design flaw in Twin Cities, and Atom emerges victorious. Taking advantage of Atom's subsequent novelty attention, Max challenges WRB champion Zeus, designed by arrogant genius Tak Mashido (Karl Yune) and sponsored by rich Russian Farra Lemcova (Olga Fonda), who had tried to buy the upstart Atom before the match.

As Max and Charlie leave after the Twin Cities fight, Ricky and his men attack them and steal their winnings. Feeling guilty, Charlie returns Max to his aunt and uncle and refuses Max's remaining $50,000 payment, feeling Max will be safer with them, but Bailey convinces him that he can be a better father. Debra allows an apologetic Charlie to take Max out for one last night, to the Zeus-Atom match. Zeus severely damages Atom while also getting injured, a first for Zeus, but Atom refuses to be knocked out. Ricky, who had bet Finn $100,000 that Atom would not last the first round, tries to slip away, but is cornered by Finn and his colleagues. The match continues, with Atom surviving monstrous blows from Zeus while simultaneously landing his own whenever there is an opening. At the end of the second-to-last round of the five-round match, Atom's audio receptors are damaged, and Atom must fight in shadow-boxing mode for the final round, copying Charlie's moves from the aisle. Zeus, now controlled manually by a furious Mashido, rapidly expends its remaining energy trying to overwhelm the defensive Atom, and turns sluggish as a result. Charlie, waiting for this moment, then begins to pummel Zeus, even knocking the seemingly invincible champion down and making it have a system failure for a few seconds, but is not able to land the winning blow before the round ends. The judges declare a winner on split decision, just barely favoring Zeus to the dismay and booing of the audience, but his reputation is tarnished, and Atom has become famous as the "People's Champion".



acerus 'acer' { ay-ser-us | ay-ser }



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.

full plot;;

In the year 140 AD, twenty years after the Ninth Legion disappeared in the north of Britain, Marcus Flavius Aquila, a young Roman centurion, arrives in Britain to serve at his first post as a garrison commander. Aquila's father disappeared with the eagle standard of the ill-fated legion, and Aquila hopes to redeem his family's honor by bravely serving in Britain. Shortly afterwards, only Aquila's alertness and decisiveness saves the garrison from being overrun by Celtic tribesmen. He is decorated for his bravery but honorably discharged due to a severe leg injury.

Living at his uncle's estate near Calleva (modern Silchester) in southern Britain, Aquila has to cope with his military career having been cut short and his father's name still being held in disrepute. Heeding rumors that the eagle standard has been seen in the north of Britain, Aquila decides to recover it. Despite the warnings of his uncle and his fellow Romans, who believe that no Roman can survive north of Hadrian's Wall, Aquila travels north into the territory of the Picts, accompanied only by his British slave Esca. Esca, the son of a Brigantes chieftain, detests Rome and what it stands for, but also considers himself bound to his master, who saved his life during an amphitheater show.

After several weeks of traveling through the northern wilderness, Esca and Aquila encounter Guern, one of the survivors of the Ninth Legion, who attributes his survival to the hospitality of the Selgovae tribe. Guern recalls that all but a small number of deserters were killed in an ambush by the northern tribes — including Esca's Brigantes — and that the eagle standard was taken away by the Seal People, the most vicious of the tribes. The two travel further north until they are found by the Seal People. Identifying himself as a chieftain's son fleeing Roman rule and claiming Aquila as his slave, Esca is welcomed by the tribe. After allowing the Seal People to mistreat Aquila, Esca eventually reveals that his actions were a ploy and helps his master to find the eagle. As they retrieve it, they are ambushed by several warriors, including the Seal Prince's father, but Marcus and Esca manage to kill them and escape with the eagle standard. With the aid of the Seal Prince's young son, Esca and Marcus manage to escape the Seal People's village.

The two flee south in an effort to reach Hadrian's Wall, with the Seal People in hot pursuit. Aquila, slowed by his old battle wound, orders Esca to take the eagle back to Roman territory and even grants the reluctant slave his freedom. Freed, Esca still refuses to abandon his friend and instead heads out to look for help. He returns with the survivors of the Ninth legion just as the Seal People catch up with them. The legionaries, wishing to redeem themselves, accept Aquila as their commander and prepare to defend the eagle standard. As an example to those who would betray their people, the Seal Prince kills his young son in front of Esca, Marcus, and the legionaries, then orders his warriors to attack. A battle ensues, in which the Seal Prince and all his warriors are killed, along with most of the Ninth Legion soldiers. After burying the fallen legionaries — including Guern — Aquila, Esca, and the few survivors of the Ninth return to Roman territory, where Aquila delivers the eagle to the astonished governor in Londinium. There is some talk of the Ninth legion being reformed with Aquila as its commander. But when Aquila and Esca wonder what they will do next, Aquila leaves the decision to Esca.



reason why i want him;;


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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 skeleton on his pelt that glitter and shine so brightly, its like when he his happy they seem to light up and his murky grey and a light black 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.
just wow. there is so many fabulous forms for him, but why do i deserve him over the rest?
i can honestly say, there is nothing why i deserve him over everyone else. yet if you put how much work and how much love i took and placed into my work that could maybe paint a small picture. yet there is so more than that. he is perfect. i know this might sound a little cheesy but, i love him so much. i can find and instant bonding with him. Halloween is my favourite holiday and as soon as i saw 'Happy Halloween~ [Tracker Dog Facility] i could of sworn that there was a tracker for me in that series. and there was. tracker seventy seven. you can't get much better than this. he is a must have. there is so much i would do with him, how many fictional stories i would write. as soon as i saw him, my jaw dropped. i could of died on the spot. he is amazing.


Inspiration

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what inspired me to do this form?
him. tracker seventy seven, the best of the best. you cannot get better than him. i had my form planned out since series twenty, building it up, because i knew a tracker could be perfect enough to kill me on the spot. so many things helped me, such as Real Steel, The Eagle of the ninth, My Gran, My Dad, The Risk [from the X-factor] and tracker dogs in a whole. Even role-plays helped me to do this. Many songs gave me inspiration too. There is so many things that aided me here with ideas. However, football was my largest inspiration of them all. I am a large supporter of this sport, so much so that three days of the week are taken up for playing it. On Sunday the twenty third of October, the day was derby day. Hundreds of thousands of viewers turned on their television, went to their local pubs and restaurants or went the game to see such an event taking place. Two of the best teams in English football and the biggest premiership rivals were have a derby at Manchester united's ground at old Trafford. I was with Manchester city all the way, bring on the blue moon! There was two clubs in one city, there was going to be some rivalry at the very least. I sat down with my dad, a fellow blue supporter, ready for a thrilling game. This was going to be a great and exiting game for supporters of any club. As soon as the television came on, I was not going to be moved or distracted by such a memorable event. I thought it was going to be close, yet it was far from it. This game was not going to disappoint one tiny bit. I hid my eyes away from the screen as I saw united with the ball most of the time, come rapidly up the field hoping for a goal. Joe Hart, England's number one goalie, made some fantastic saves, enough for us to concede no goals for the first half. Our luck came at the twenty two minute mark, with a fantastic goal from our striker, Mario Ballatelli. I was over the blue-moon. The second half began. Manchester United we down to ten men, after Evans being sent off. Ballatelli scored again. Nine minutes later, my football hero, Sergio Aguero, scored a goal. I did a front flip with joy. My luck was never going to run out. Then United scored. My happiness faded. But no, Edin Dzeko scored fantastically and it brought my adrenaline back. This was an almost impossible task for our rivals to over-come. Two goals came again, bringing the score to 6-1. We had won. United, one of the best soccer team's in the world, thrashed by Manchester City, one of the richest. The whole event of that gave me the energy to be one of the first to apply for such a wonderful creature.

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 fighting and then getting found and used to deploy bombs 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 a special 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. i plan for acer to see strange illusions, maybe him going insane at one point. i have a lot of ideas swarming around in my head and lots of planning to do to! in each and every plot that i plan here, there will be a large paranormal twist and several other small ones too! Halloween plots, triller stories and horror novels will be included with this literature wave! i hope to include other trackers in my plotting, with customary fit characters taking the parts of any spare roles needed. his purpose will be the main source of information include with hauntings of phantoms from his past or history.



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First

Impressions

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. Acerus is cocky, always wanting to be incharge. He does not, will never, be the runt of anything. He will be the best. Dominance he wants, this is something that his cockiness gives. Arrogance and Cockiness takes up a large amount of his personality, these two main factors leading into many sharp lead offs. No tolerance is something that he has. He does not tolerate anything that is inperfect, he will not tolerate anything or anyone out of line. He wants everything to be perfect and up to his high expectations. No matter what is impossible, Acerus will do it even at all costs. If you ever get ignored by Acerus, he is threatened by you. He will snarl, sharply growl and bark at you if you step near him. He will defeat any challengers to get to the top and recive the best title anyone could want; 'The Leader'. Acer would treat you like dirt otherwise, forcing you around the place like your a nobody. Laughing, spitting, intimidating behaviour are some of the key signs if you are that person, or nobody to Acerus. To himself, he is the greatest, strongest, fastest and the cleverest and of course, the best. However, to others, he is a arrogant jock who nobody wants to be partnered with, but never speaks out with this type of statment, as they are afraid of him and the consiquences on getting in his way.



Who

He

Was

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 everything okay. He was once a very positive person, invoking happiness and joy into everything he did, some aspecks of that is still shown to this date, but not many. Acerus never had shown his pain to anyone; just keeping it, saving it inside him. He never wanted to show anyone how much he had bottled up inside of him, he was scared of it, so he did the worst thing one could; hide it away from everything, even an attempt to hide it from himself. All he wanted is to have a happy life, he wanted to prosper in everything.

But he has changed, and no-one knows who he is, not even himself.





gender;;
neither ;; ungendered ;; unregistered ;; it ;; unkown ;; none ;; sometimes refered to as 'he' or 'him'

age;;
unkown;; undetermined;; none;; immortal;;

occupation;;
if to be contained, and then tamed, and if the tests proven right, the two positions are open and reserved for tracker seventy seven. these two positions have been labeled below and further information can be found below the labels.
s.w.a.t team warrant officer
combat and military search and rescue warrant officer
tracker seventy seven has not been tamed nor has anyone attempted physical contact with this demon yet. the only contact that has been made the the present day is paranormal signals through sound dimensions and a girl of a young age seemingly with a special bonding between both human and the paranormal creature.

measurements;;
height;; 3" 7 ;; three foot and seven inches
weight;; 92 llbs ;; ninety-two pounds

Acerus is just over the height of an averaged sized Aerial tracker.

pyshical attributes;;
Alluminous pelt with a thick fur pelt. Large, muscles are also shown. Highly strong and dangerous. Should be avoided at all costs.

pharanormal attributes;;
Ability to shift into a pharanormal shape that has the ability to shift through solids. Ability to sense emotions. Ability to conect to the pharanormal and the deceased what costs him most energy. Ability to not age. Stronger ability to conect with the pharanormal and the dead on the night were the veil between both dimensions is at the day of Hallow's eve, or Halloween to most. Ability to create a portal to both mortal and pharanormal dimensions.





memories;; ''tears of oil'';;

I'll stop the whole world

I'll stop the whole world

From turning into a monster, and eating us alive

Don't you ever wonder how we'd survive?

But now that you're gone the world is ours

a weapon of war brought to the earth on the remembrance 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 and possibly be one of the three male soldiers 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 brilliant start to the day!" The girl cursed under her breath. Brilliant. Just Brilliant. 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 smiles 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 completely 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 field, 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 field and the forest was a small stream, possibly jump-able, but it would take some doing. She knew 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 lose 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 least 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 business 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 going 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 #77 | Available until the 31th of October. That was near, but had already been taken. She wished she was there to see the release of this tracker. Farr heard a door creak, and was blindfolded quickly, and she felt a prick on her shoulder. She didn't remember anything from then on.

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In blind fury, she lashed out. A man, out of pure disgust, ripped the blind fold off and threw it onto the ground. ‘’There!’’ he muttered under his breath, yet flinched as the sound of an un-expected opening of a door echoed through the claustrophobic corridor. A ghostly figure lurked in the shadows, the shape quickly shattering as the guard shot it in sheer panick. He ran off, dropping his gun as he finally disappeared in the blackness. She did not see anything else from that moment.

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Farren never got to meet Beck. But that night, she had felt something, un-natural, pharanormal, when the presence of that figure waas near. She felt... the dead?

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Farren had searched the internet the next day for information, just something, anything, that could put her one step forward in her pharanormal tracker quest. And she found it; an adress for the tracker facility. She headed there in an instant, grabbing her keys and putting on her coat. She was ready to ask some questions as she got there.

....

It was not long before she arrived at a large, attallic silver metal walls, with a huge car-park filled with cars that were most likely ones from scientists working in the facility. Farren found the one thing she was wanting to find today; it was a paranormal tracker.



that was the prologue, hope you liked it!

finished!

[RainbowBizkit <3]

Tracker Dog Application Series 20
Username: RainbowBizkit <3
Tracker Dog you want: 75
Name you'll give it: Skelt
NickName: Haunter
Height; 4'6
Weight: 78 pounds
Reason why you want it:
This tracker sparked my heart when I saw him, he seemed perfect. I absoulutly love the skeleton like appearnce on this tracker, perfect for a more discriptive setting and story. His markings made me smile, I love the lighter brown markings under the stomach, under the neck and on the legs it looks so amazing.

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

Sneaky


Camoflage
Skelt is very good at blending in at night time, his dark coat helps him hide in the grave yards and in dark surrondings when trying no to be found. Since Skelt likes being on his own, he has learned to blend in with his surrondings, though he can't see them he can sence the difference between day and night, or hear the humans around the graveyard, complaining about how dark and cold the night is and how they wish they were at home.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
The city was dark, a cool wind began to blow sending a shiver down Julies spine. Derek walked beside her gazing off at the road beside them, different types of cars whizzed past them, sending even colder air into their faces. Derek gazed up at Julie again, refocusing "We should take a short cut threw the cemetary back home, its pretty cold out here" Derek guestered towards the graveyard. Julie nodded "Good idea, I hope no ghosts are awaiting us in there" she said sarcasticly. "Yea or mummys, zombies or skeletons" Derek laughed as they approached the very gate, beyond lay dozens and dozens of tombstones covering the green grass.

Derek hopped over the fence with ease landing on the other side with almost a gracefullness. He smiled helping Julie over the fence, she would've jumped but she didnt want to rip her skirt. Julie fell over onto the other side, laughing "Lets get back" she smiled getting to her feet slowly. She smiled holding Dereks hand as they began to walk threw the tombstones heading towards the sidewalk, there faces lit with happiness. On the other side of the graveyard, laid a tracker unoticed by the two, unnamed,cold, and alone he enjoyed it. The tracker senced the two apporaching him, there feet crunched leaves and there giggles filled the air. Quickly the tracker hide behind a tombstone, not hide so muich as got into a hunting position, his hind legs and butt raised high in the air, while his front legs and head stayed lower to the ground/ His paws slipped slightly causing a rustling noise. Derek swung his head towards the direction of the tracker, his eyes lit up and his heart began to pound. "Julie" he said blinking repeatedly, "Yes Derek? what is it?" she said looking at him cautiously. He rose a finger of his right hand, pointing to the white exterior of the trackers bone like markings. Julie gasped and froze in fear clinging to Dereks arm. "What do we do?" She whispered her voice a bit shakey.WIP

[Bast-et]

Username: Bast

Tracker You Want: #77

Why do you want this tracker?:
I want #77 because I am enchanted/bewitched by he/she/it. I'm one of those people that loves bones. I think it's fasinating how they give everything structure and presence, how they give us the ability to move and support ourselves. My two job choices right now are an architect, and a vet. One deals with the bones of buildings, and the other with bones of animals. I believe #77 displays the attraction I have to bones and the importance of bones in art. I know the bones may not be accurate to an actual animal's but they are lovely on he/she/it anyways.
I'm also rather in love with the character I imagine this tracker to have. He is quite mysterious... but I will leave that for later in the form.

Intended Tracker Name: Coyote

[Horneddragon]

ATTENTION! I AM NO LONGER APPLYING FOR # 77 i do not have the time to put into the application that is needed this late in the game, I am sorry..

[orange.c y r u s♥]

My sister will make me some art for my forum, is that allowed?
-devon

[DoctorDraca]

My sister will make me some art for my forum, is that allowed?
-devon

As long as you credit her in the form, yes. It's allowed.