Tracker Dog Facility [V 3.0]

[Nyxeva]

All About You
Name:
Demotivated_bear

Tracker dog wanted:
Seventy-six, 76

Why this one?:
How do I explain what's going through my head right now as I look at his picture? The first thing that caught my attention with him would be those adorable ears. I love the way they curve backwards into that little swirl, almost like the vines around a pumpkin patch. I love the goofy, playful expression on his face and the way his tail curls over his back. The contrast of his colors also draws my eyes to him and makes me long to have him.

His looks aren't the only reason I want him, however. His personality makes him even cuter in my mind. He's hyper and playful, and the fact that he enjoys scaring people amuses me to no end. I can already feel him as a character, as a partner of sorts. I can already sense his personality, more expanded than the little tidbit we're supplied with. What makes him tick, so to speak. I can't wait to put his story down where others can see it.

The main reason I want him is a combination of all of the things I listed beforehand. You see, he reminds me of my dog, Jake. His goofy, almost derpy expression, the way his tail is held, and most of all his personality. When I scrolled down to see the new trackers, it was like a picture of Jake was sitting on the page, calling out to me. It makes me long to have this guy, and it makes me absolutely adore him already.

What will you do with him?:
A little bit of everything. Roleplay, write stories, and especially draw him. He's too adorable to ignore, or be left to rot on my character thread.

Creature Feature!
Identity and Physical Characteristics

Given Name:
Tracker 76.

Chosen Name:
Jarrahdale

Why?:
Jarrahdale is a type of hard-to-find pumpkin that is a slate green color on the outside. I felt like it fit.

Fur:
Jarrahdale's fur is a deep leafy green in color on most of his body. It is thick and soft, providing him with excellent protection against the elements when he is outdoors. His face is bright orange, like a pumpkin, and the fur emits a soft glow that makes it hard for him to easily hide himself. His tail ends in a frond, like a leaf and carries the same texture as one.

Measurements:
Jarrahdale stands at 28 inches at the shoulder, a little over two feet tall. He is around three feet from the tip of his muzzle to the tip of his leaf-like tail.

Weight:
The weight of this energetic tracker is unknown, as he will not stay put long enough for his vet to weigh him.

Emotional Details
Trademark Traits:
Active
Agile
Athletic
Bold
Confrontational
Crafty
Independent
Intelligent
Inquisitive
Loyal
Reserved
Resilient
Quick

Personality:

One word cannot be used to sum up this tracker, however hyper comes rather close. This endearing male is almost always in motion in some way or another, usually finding ways to annoy those around him. When he's not in motion, Jarrahdale can be found sleeping somewhere to build up more energy. The best way to handle this hyperactivity is to give him an acceptable outlet for all of this energy. This can be a long run twice a day, or a treadmill.

Jarrahdale is an alert, affectionate and curious companion. He is very cheerful and is devoted to his partner, almost to a fault. He is very spirited and obedient, but absolutely fearless, something that his partner must work to control everyday. Despite this, he adores human companionship, as long as he is very familiar with the person. With strangers Jarrahdale is reserved and quiet, and many times, shy. It takes him a long time to trust, however once he does trust someone he would give his life to save theirs as they become part of his pack. He is incredibly protective of members of this ‘pack’, so rough play around him is definitely not encouraged.

With his partner, Marsh, Jarrahdale is the perfect dog. He is perfectly obedient and loving and friendly, mainly because he absolutely adores the man. In Jarrahdale’s eyes, Marsh can do no wrong. He is perfect in every way, and his word is law. He hates disappointing him, and will often make himself look pitiful when he is being reprimanded for doing something wrong. However, when he is praised, Jarrahdale is one of the happiest dogs most have ever seen. He is the most protective of Marsh, often coming to the point of snapping at those who get too close. However, he will relax with one command from ‘his person.’

Jarrahdale is incredibly intelligent, a fact that tends to get him into trouble on occasion. If he is given an inch, he will do his best to take a mile, becoming very willful and demanding. Because of this, Jarrahdale functions best when he has clear rules to follow, and limitations on what he is and is not permitted to do. His intelligence also leads to issues when he is bored, as he will find ways to amuse himself. This is usually by scaring people to the point that they do not want to return, which means he is usually given some type of toy to amuse himself with.

Because of his intelligence, Jarrahdale knows he isn’t like other dogs. He knows his markings are different, and that most dogs do not glow. Because of this, he is a bit vain, and he takes pride in keeping himself clean. When he is around other canines, Jarrahdale carries his head higher than normal and seems to prance around them, showing off his bright colors and glowing orange face. He loves hearing the praises from the owners of other dogs at the dog park, and has gotten quite good at ignoring the negative comments.

Also because of his intelligence, Jarrahdale is easier bored by things that would be sufficient to amuse another dog. Normal toys will bore him in a matter of minutes, including Kong toys. Because of this, he should be given puzzle type toys, or other toys to work his mind in one way or another.

Despite his vanity, Jarrahdale is still a sweet dog, although he should not be left alone with non-canine animals. His prey drive is extremely high, and he will not hesitate to kill a small animal if he can catch it. This sometimes includes smaller dogs, so it is best to keep him leashed around them. Because of his high prey drive, Jarrahdale will get distracted by small creatures running around. Actually, he is easily distracted to begin with. It takes a lot of time to teach him to do a simple command because the slightest thing will distract him, such as a running leaf.

Jarrahdale's absolute favorite thing to do is visit a pumpkin patch, any pumpkin patch. He loves the large, round gourds and will do just about anything to be able to see them, play with them and eat them. He loves the scent and taste of pumpkins, which means he does have a tendency of tearing them open to get at the flesh inside, no matter where they are or if Marsh paid for them or not. He also gets a bit snappy over pumpkins, often lunging at even Marsh if he gets too close. His second most favorite thing to do is hide among the larger pumpkins, staying absolutely still. He knows his face resembles a pumpkin, and he will remain motionless until the last second when someone reaches for him. At that moment, he will move or bark, usually sending the person flying back in a state of panic, which absolutely amuses him.





Care:
Dental:
Jarrahdale's teeth should be brushed once daily with a soft bristled brush and dog toothpaste. Great care should be taken during this process as he does not enjoy having hands in his mouth.

Coat:
Jarrahdale's coat is very easy to care for, as he takes care of it himself. He requires a weekly brushing with a shedding comb to remove lose hair and dirt, followed by a brisk brushing with a soft bristled brush to bring out the shine in his coat. He should not be bathed too often, as his skin has a tendency to dry out from the shampoo. When he is bathed, an oatmeal based formula should be used.

Vet Care:
Jarrahdale should be checked by a vet every two weeks during times of daily training, just to be sure his body is still holding up to the stress. During times of rest, his schedule will be like a normal canines, or at the discretion of the veterinarian.

A Day in The Life:

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
-Robert Frost

The excitement in the air was tangible as families filed in and out of the large pumpkin patch. Good-natured ribbing and laughter filled the chilly air, making the general atmosphere a happy one. Hidden among the many pumpkins lay an odd looking dog-like creature. His face looked like a goofy Jack-o-Lantern with a leafy frond at the top and it had a slight glow to it, a glow that was constantly fluctuating in intensity. The excitement coursing through him was heady, and anticipation filled him. He'd finally get to scare some more people this year! His leafy tail wagged furiously for a few seconds before becoming perfectly motionless once more. Suddenly his ears perked up and he stared intently down the path. Were those....footsteps? In one smooth motion, the tracker let his head hit the ground and he dimmed his glow to the point it was non-existant. His dark green body blended into the ground, leaving him there looking like a pre-carved pumpkin. This was all part of the plan.

It was hard to stay still, but somehow the hyper dog managed it as a tall man dressed in black reached for his head. The second before contact was made, Jarrahdale, the tracker, came to life in a flurry of motion, the glow of his face increasing to its max. The man let out a screech and stumbled backwards, his booted foot crashing into a pumpkin and breaking it open as he turned and ran. Jarrahdale's tail wagged furiously as he settled in and began to eat the crushed pumpkin. It wasn't that he was a mean spirit. This method was simply easier than most to get at the flesh of his favorite treat: pumpkin!

His heart pounded a million miles an hour, but the fear didn't stop him as he crept back to the spot he'd just run from. Curiosity was always stronger than fear for the adventurer, and he very much wanted to know what the thing that had chased him away had been. Once he got close enough to see the orange glow emitting from the tracker, he dropped down and army crawled through the pumpkins and vines until he was close enough to see the creature that had given him a near heart attack. He had to fight laughter as he saw it, covered in pumpkin flesh with juice dripping from its chin. Its leafy tail wagged wildly as it ate, and the watching man couldn't help but think that this had been the goal all along. Within moments, the pumpkin was gone and the odd colored canine was standing half hidden in the pumpkins again, seemingly waiting for something. Suddenly it perked its ears and turned to look in the direction where the observer was laying, so he decided to stand up. Putting his hands on his hips, he playfully glared at the dog. "It's not nice to scare people."

Surprise flooded the oddly colored tracker dog as he studied the human staring at him. Why wasn't he running and screaming like they always did? He let one ear twitch as his mind raced. "It's not nice to scare people." Not nice? It wasn't nice, but it was fun and it got him pumpkins. In response, he lifted a shoulder and let it drop in a canine shrug. Oh well if he scared people. This person was lucky he hadn't been chased. After studying the man for a few more seconds, the tracker turned away and trotted deeper into the patch. Standing still wasn't on his agenda, no sir. It never was, as there was way too much energy coursing through the canine's body. Too....much....energy. His muscles felt like they were filled with crawling bugs, making him restless and many would say hyper. With a soft snort, he kept walking in large, almost lazy circles around the south end of the pumpkin patch. Suddenly more voices filled the air and the tracker froze, one paw held motionless in the air. His ears tilted forward and excitement flooded through him. Maybe he could scare them into running, so he could chase them! His tail began to wag for a few seconds before he hid himself once more.

WIP

[eternalglitch]

Can 77 possibly create illusions with mist?

[DoctorDraca]

Is it possible to write an introduction from the viewpoint of a scientist in the tracker lab?

Yeah, that's allowed.

Can 77 possibly create illusions with mist?

I don't think he can do that. I made him to be ghastly, but I didn't add such abilities to him.

[Horneddragon]

Ok thank you Nex, also it seems to me that his body glows, is this true?

[DoctorDraca]

Actually, the skeleton-like markings on his body glow as well as the tip of the tongue.

[morris.]

I have a question;;
If we won last series, does that reduce our chances
of winning this series if we try for one?

[Horneddragon]

Ah ok, so that's why the image has odd bubbling off shoots on my phone, thank you for clearing that up for me.

[DoctorDraca]

I have a question;;
If we won last series, does that reduce our chances
of winning this series if we try for one?

On usual series it might influence your chances and it's not very nice to apply so quickly again, but seeing as this series contains a unique theme and lineart, I don't think it'll reduce your chances of winning one.

[Not me nope]

Tracker Dog Application Series 22 ::} ~

Username:
Becca~ash

Tracker Dog you want:
# 76

Theme song ::}
Brick by boring brick |Paramore
I choose this song as its a loud, 'hyperactive' song that has a lot of depth if you listen carefully, and only if you listen carefully.

A posed tracker,
Swiftly came towards you,
ears curled over,
A grin made to warn you.

I full on pound,
against the dusty ground,
was enough to keep your spirits away.

Away from the roots,
of these small orange creatures,
away from the farmers,
chunky old boots.

The dust sways from each corner,
mist welding in,
a tracker stood gaurd,
knowing he'd win.

The pumking patch was lively with fright,
fright from the neighbours,
fright from the trackers' delight.

Name you'll give it:
Urrezko Ilargia ::} Meaning 'Golden moon'
I choose this name because it is a golden moon. Its golden, its a amazingly wonderful beast posed beautifully for everyone to see. Its mishivious grin, laughing eyes and be-witched actions totaly make him worth the time I am giving up for him. It all seems to sum up into one word, golden. Golden it a colour of greatness, and this certainaly is what he is. Golden moon. He seems to be glowing from inside, just like the moon, giving that powerful burst of light when it is that one time you are lost.

Reason why you want it:
The halloween spiecal. Everyoen buzzes around the trackers trying to retreive one just to say they have one. ... Am I the only one who absoulotly loves this tracker tons more than #77? I have always loved halloween, it is, like many others may think to, my favourite time of the year. Pumpkins are my favourite part of halloween, the arty side where I can practice my //amazing// carving skills. C: All the expressions pumpkins can have, the different grins, some freaky some sad some goofy. The possibilities are endless with what you can do with a pumpkin.
It's also not all evolved round the fact it it a pumpkin. Its simple really, the colours and spieces. I've always been interested in normal and wild trackers, both seem to have that extra 'bulky' and 'original' look.I adore the short tail, I always love trackers with edits to make them unique and individual. He also looks adorably cute. At first sight he makes you "awww". His unique grin, eyes, ears and tail are all edited perfectly to a pumpkin and his job.

Many automatically think his job ends at the end of halloween. When in fact he is working harder through teh rest of the year than any other time. Pumpkins take a while to grow, they don't just grow overnight.
Urrezko has a harder job than anyone would believe, keeping track of the whole patch of pumpkins. His owner, Verin, is extremly strict with very tight rules.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Of coarse. c:
A story that will be never ending, one I will add a paragraph to each month. It will be intrestying to see how my ideas change, I shall have to work with what I wrote the previous month. c: Mainly, to be truthful I will eb making art and animations.

Owners Infomation account :::}
(Thanks Jthmlover for the art, design is mine)

Personality:
Any mistakes made by anyone else, espiecally the 'perfect' tracker,
will be put into account and he will NOT be happy. Many make the mis-
take that he is just evil and harsh. Yet in fact Verin is also mad, not
like a mental diesese mad, just adores guns and the sound of death.
He doesn't care about others feelings and just pushes his way through
life. He loves to laugh and take the mick of people, not caring if they
hate him. He only cares about hiself and his items.His gun was stolen
from his dad. It was going to be his birthday present, but he was so
ignorant and selfish he just took it, without even the thoughts his dad
must feel after betrayal. He loves sarcasm but hates it when used on him.
Overall, stuck up, selfish snob who just doesn't care.


Related to Becca, owner of vert, through being cousins.

Name:
Verin Macana

Gender:
Male

Speices:
British Human.

Health:
Moderate :: **update monthly

Describe its personality:
::} Urrezko

Fun, exitable and hyper, just three words to sum this tracker up. He has little serious-ness over his job, meaning alot of shouting from his owner, Verin. Urrezko is often lurking down in the pumpkin patch unable to be seen due to the dim light and well thought out camoflauge he owns. He knows that this is a advantage, he is able to sneak out upon strangers who are unwelcomed.

+ Fidgety
His hyper and active attitude has to lead to this awkward characteristic. He will not, and can not sit still for more than 5 seconds. He has to turn his head, look at something else, sit two steps from where he is. He will ahve any ecuse when it comes to sleep. Although once he has his head down, he won't get up or move at all.

+ Greedy
This is rare now-a-time due to his past as you will read on further down. Bu, still it occurs that he may come back to take that extra seed, to grab that extra bit of attention. Its rare, but no one is to say the action is not there.

+ Fun
Urrezko is admittedly alot of fun. He enjoys a bit of competition, a chunk of danger and dareing activity. He will come up with Ideas creative minds wouldn't have even thought of, fun ways to use interesting odd objects that don't seem to fit around the area or place they are at. He can have fun indepentently unlike alot of youg children with similar personalitys, and make full use of his surroundings. He doesn't always need props either. Fun, fun, fun!

+Independent
He doesn't need people or other trackers to help him figure something out. He will do it, and do it by hiself. Unfortunatly he is embarrased when he needs help, not exactly what a tracker wants. Its not all bad, he won't hassle anyone who is busy, and will take into consideration what everyone else would do in the situation before running off and doing it.

Occupation :: }
Throughout the year to make sure the stock of pumpkins remains the same, growing wthout the disterbance of unwanted beings or if Verin is around, high expectations to even keep the safe throught harsh weather conditions. He is there to make sure the pumpkin patch theives are warded away with the fiersome grin and glow that Urrezko gives.

Past memarable events ::}
A good few years ago when this tracker was first built he had a rather large scaring inccident between a german shepard. Seemingly nice and freindly, a creature similarly looking to himself. He approched the dog with great courage. Urrezko became quite good freinds, over about a week or so. This dog lived and worked on farm, alot of inspirtaion came from this dog. As urrezko had been previously told, he was built for working in the pumpkin patches, but he wanted to live the life of this dog. He was greedy and the master of this dog was easy to win over. He started doing jobs around the farm inbetween his own job, not done to well due to what he was built for, but decently. The master began to focus on urrezko insted of the german shepard, of course jealousy comes in, Urrezko was not wanted. The dog rather frightened urrezko that night, growling at him, pushing him away from the land. He chased urrezko untill this tracker was weak from exhaustion, he wasn't built for running, he passed out in a 4 acre field, 5:00am, middle of august.
All they know is he was found in a nearby stream, with the german shepard, not deep at all, but nethertheless able to be drowned in. He wasn't dead of course, just weak and shivering, though the shepard was, he felt so guilty for this dog. He is scared this would happen again, so always acts so kind and happy, not wanting to ever end up in the same heartbreaking situation. He now only sticks to his own jobs, and enjoys it thougrouly. Being happy and exitable all the time is pretty enough of an explaination of what this tracker is like now.
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On one halloween night, when of course all the pumpkings had been sold, Urrezko came across and stumpy half grown pumpking, just seemingly evolved from its flower. It was a empty field, deserted in a way. Of coarse Verinw as out counting his money checking everything was in place. Flakes of snow sneezed down on top of me and this small plant. CUrling around it IO lay there for the night, hoping it would survive this chilly yet heart-warming night. In the morning frost covered Urrezko and the plant, all seemed to be lost, all hope of it still being alive. Looking at it he noticed it was still alive, dusting away the snow. It had grown well through the night, it was unknown how it happened, who knows, anything can happen on halloween, right? He trailed it to Beccas house, through the shortcut across the wood. He spotted vert and Becca walking through the forest. Becca turned to see the grinning tracker and held at its paws a large oval pumpking, perfect for a soup. Becca had invited Urrezko in to eat it with them. A warm heartfilling soup, perfectly cooked. The all ate it till' thee cup o' soup was spotless.
--
The fire had gone out at Verin's barn where Urrezko slept. It was such a chilly night, nightmares dribbled through his mind, he couldn't stand a second of it, moving around all night, the mysterious glow beneath his skin dimed and lightened throughout the night, breezes creaking though the barn door. Not a nice night at all. He could see out of the barn veiwing spot, a small hole in which he could view pretty much all of the pumpkin patch from. A shadow, with some sort of light flashed between the pumpkins. He bent down, and lit the stray hay in which lay upon the ground. It lit up in flames as he ran away. I felt so guilty for not bothering to get up. Do you think it was smy fault? Or the fact my legs had frozen onto the muddy floor itself? Luckyly Verin had seen it befor eit had spread all around and to the barn, we lost have of teh crops that year, who was this mysetery monster arson guy? could I ahve foun dout if I had tried?

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
A shadow lurked, intertwining in tangles through the misty pumkin patch. The gentle glow moved amoung the rich green leaves, coming closer and closer. The human invading seemed to be a man. Tall, with scruff hair, including a beard. A scared frown drizzled down his face, making him look like a monster in the dark. Swiftly Urrezko, the exitable and hyper young tracker, appeared infornt of him with speed. The man's eyes widened in the sudden burning bright light revealed from inside the trackers facial features. The man held his breath tight, his loose legs dangly after him as he ran through the pumpkins, back out the original way, over the fence.

"Oy, Urrezko, hurry up with those seeds!" Shouted Verin crossly, a frown placed on his face. I quickly picked up the last of the seeds in my mouth, the june's heat pushing me down into a heap of sweat for yet the 6th year. Last year we put them out to soon, shockingly for Verin, they softened and rotted. What a shame for Verin. Loss of money, his busness was going down, that was all he cared about. Each year I plant my own seeds behind the ivy on the far wall, only a couple. Each year they have been classified as perfect. I plant them for the sake of becca, and of course my good buddy vert. Vert, a tracker built for the woods, a amazing freind. Its a walled pumpkin patch, stretching out over 2 acres wide and 6 acres long. Quiet alot for one tracker to be prepared to care for and keep safe. Spacing and depth is a improtant part of the process, greed is extremly dangrous, without the correct space they can die. I sighed, it was unknown why Verin even tried each year, he is way to impatient and greedy, without me he wouldn't ahve made it through the first year of success. "What have I said you stupid boy about daydreaming! We need every seed planted... in time for hallows eve to! Its not a hobby you know, its a job. Also, this year keep those reached cucumber beatles and squash bugs away, they killed our sales last year!"

Once everything was ready and planted, verin hobbled inside non-suprisingly angry, leaving Urrezko locked out in the cold. It wasn't plesant. Oh, Urrezko! have I told you the rules? Urrezko, can't you do anything right? Urrezko, you stupid ornament, get working! URREZKO. Urrezko! Urrezko! It wasn't fair. The rules procceed for 18 pages, I can't read to be honest, so of coarse I don't know them, I had the list though, ''handy'' for my useless mind to have. I was completly fed up to be honest, I was still smiling though, nothing could break my happiness. It was pretty dark, the moon seemed to hold in the sky thinly, about to fall down and in its path crush the stars below. The beautiful, delicate stars. I sighed, wishing I could stay there forever wasn't even a option. Now grinning, I hopped along the patch, right to the middle where I would stand all night. After around 2 seconds of silence, a bang was sent out. Birds flocked the skys, and a loud murmur of voices run in and around my head. Suddenly a thumping played in my ears, I was sent out into a flash back, back to the day when I was on the field, whilst minuets later in the lake. I saw thick, leather boots, guns and muffled silence broke by the yellls of ... I never found out. The flashback stopped, I shivered down into a ball, stopped smiling. I was scared. Darkness suffecated around me, a weakness i had never felt before. The night trudeged along, minuets like days, hours like years. Early in the morning and the moon was sinking, down, down, bubbles seeminly rose as it fell, shaking my head I simply viewed the moon, like it had been before.

[eternalglitch]

Can 77 die, then? After all, it is like a ghost.