The SCAA - Officially Closed!

[Darkest.Nation]

And,if the pet has a picture in the kennel that you can visibly see, it will let you post the picture. There is a BBC code guide of CS, just look for it.

EDIT: Ninaja'd by Pix. <3

[NinthWolf]

Thanks, that was very helpful I have got the picture now. Thanks

[Offended Cockatiel]

Cheabug: The storys adorable but Tesh is compleatly right.

[byyrde]

So tempted to go out for that ram ;n; But I have forms to finish.... I'll figure something out, he's just that adorable.

[Solanum]

I'm actually considering going for the little cutie. I've been meaning to put up a form for a while now...

[byyrde]

I would love to adopt and look after....


My ref of him

Username:
Festus(CH)

Kennel Number:
73


Use:
I've been eyeing this little guy since I chanced upon Symphony, but that was before I knew how to write a good form and before I was brave enough to even try out. After writing a form for Ajax and feeling very proud of it, I went on to start one for Jack. This furthered my bravery and my willingness. Next was Ushin, and her form was the deal breaker. I was fine with submitting forms for characters by then. I always kept my eye on the little ram, just never had the time to give him the attention he needs. Now, after winning Ajax from P.o.H and getting nice critique on Ushinawa's and Jack's form I believe it is high time to go for this ram. He is the most inspirational character I've met so far. His personality almost describes mine, I too don't enjoy closed, filled spaces and love drawing and sleeping. I feel that Aaron and I somehow belong together, that he is the ultimate challenge for me. After seeing a form for him, I mustered the courage and daring and time to write him up a form. I am surprised now how long the form is, and am determined to make it longer. I truly like this little ram. I want greatly to give him art and all sorts of attention and love. He might even make a good fursona for me, seeing as I have a bit of an odd and different personality and preference, as his species and personality shows out to me.

Name:
Aaron

Name Origin:
Zodiacal Origin
"Aaron"
Inspired by "Aries" from the Zodiac

Nicknames:
Aries
Ron

Gender:]
Male
(♂)

Orientation:
Straight

Age:
21

Birth Date:
April 5, 1990

Astrological Sign:
Aries

Species:
Bighorn Sheep/Ram
Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Mammalia
Order: Artiodactyla
Family: Bovidae
Subfamily: Caprinae
Genus: Ovis
Species: O. canadensis

Species Description:
Type:
Mammal
Diet:
Herbivore
Average life span in the wild:
6 to 15 years
Size:
5 to 6 ft (1.5 to 1.8 m)
Weight:
117 to 279 lbs (53 to 127 kg)
Group name:
Herd
Protection status:
Endangered
Size relative to a 6-ft (2-m) man

Height:
4ft.

Weight:
200Ib.

Mate:
None

Kids:
None

Family/ Family Description:
Father
Aaron's father, a strong older Bighorn Ram, loves Aaron quite a bit. Although sometimes he thinks of Aaron as "odd", he lets it go. Only being known as "dad" and "dear" by his family, Aaron's father seems to have no name. He has lived in the Rockies for his whole life, and met Aaron's mother there.
Mother
Aaron's mother is a surprisingly young Bighorn ewe, with an unbelievably rambunctious personality. She jumps about quite a bit and loves Aaron to death. She has a name, and is addressed as Amy by Aaron's father. She lived in the Rockies for quite a time and met Aaron's father there. It was love at first sight.

Current Residence:
Rocky Mountains
Small Cottage within them

Current Occupation:
Mountaineer

Theme Song:
"Fireflies" by Owl City

Likes:
Drawing
Aaron, despite the fact he only has hooves, loves drawing. He's rather good at it as well. Aaron has been drawing for as long as he remembers. It's just one of those things you end up liking after doing it so long.
Climbing
If you look carefully enough at the Rockies, sometimes you'll see a little bighorn ram bouncing up them. Aaron loves climbing more than a lot of things, even sleeping. He's a mountaineer now and takes people for hikes in the mountain. He would prefer to die doing what he loves.
Sleeping
Where's Aaron you ask? Probably sleeping. Saturday mornings he spends in his bed. Sometimes all day. Little ran loves curling up under blankets in a warm room and napping. Can you imagine it? Awwww...
Discoveries
Aaron loves discovering things. He swears he's discovered a lot of things. Exploring the mountains is something he will do in the wee hours of the day, trying to find new things. He's already discovered a hot spring. Enjoys it as often as possible in the mornings.

Dislikes:
The Center of Attention
If you've read his personality, this one is pretty self explanatory. Aaron hates, I mean, severely dislikes being in the center of attention. It contradicts with his shyness, and he often flees if there are too many people staring at him.
Really Warm Weather
Living on the Rockies has given Aaron a preference for cooler weather. So when the Rocky Mountain weather pattern has an issue, and it gets warmer, he gets irritable and unfriendly. This is a reason why he severely dislikes it. So then, beware warm days around Aaron.
Fighting
"Guys, don't fight for the ladies! It doesn't prove anything!"
Exactly right Aaron! This little ram doesn't particularly want a mate or kids, but he doesn't want others fighting for the rights. He'll try to stop them if he catches them in the act. Nowadays the Bighorn Rams he lives near have found other interesting ways to settle that.
Falling
When you're a mountaineer, one of your worst fears would be falling right? Climbing all day, falling down would just suck for you. Same for Aaron. He fears one day he will fall to his death from the mountains. Sometimes he dreams of it. It's surprising he doesn't have a fear of elevation.

Favorites:
Favorite Color:
Blue
Favorite Food:
Salad with crutons
Favorite Drink:
Lemonade
Favorite Activity:
Climbing
Favorite Day:
Saturday
Favorite Time of Day:
Afternoon- Evening
Favorite Place:
The Rockies Mountains

Least Favorites:
Least Favorite Color:
White
Least Favorite Food:
Any type of meat
Least Favorite Drink:
Soda
Least Favorite Activity:
Running
Least Favorite Day:
Monday
Least Favorite Time of Day:
Early Morning
Least Favorite Place:
The Deserts

Interests
Aaron has several interests that aid in how his life plays out, although some are more present than others. Each interest will be rated with stars, like this; *. Up to five will be present for each interest. An explanation as to why it interests him and some examples of how he follows the interest will follow up.
Mountain Climbing; *****
Mountain Climbing is at the top of Aaron's interests. He loves it, yet is curious about it. Aaron has been mountain climbing for years and he still doesn't know all of it's secrets and methods. Every day he tries to learn more tips and tricks about it. Mountain Climbing is also what he does for a living, he shows others curious about the mountains what it's like and some of the best places to get views and feel the mountain air.
Drawing and Doing Art; ****
Not his favorite, but definitely well up there. Drawing is something he does on most days, almost as often as he climbs. Whenever it rains outside, he will spend the day drawing or sleeping. Aaron is very good at art for this reason, and because he has been drawing all his life. He sometimes sells his pieces to those who like it, although most of the time he keeps them for himself. One of Aaron's best drawings came one day when he was sitting inside because of the rain. It is a picture of a Bighorn Ram on the mountain facing his home.
Sleeping; ****
Sleeping is definitely one of Aaron's favorite things to do. Being a rather quiet and calm ram, despite the constant violence the rest of his species often commits to when it comes to females, he enjoys sleeping as a past time quieter folk might do. This calm, peaceful feeling he obtains and treasures when sleeping is something he doesn't truly get anywhere else, no matter how hard he tries to find them. So, for as long as he can't find anything more calming or enjoyable, Aaron will sleep. Despite how strange it is, it is one of his interests.
Helping Others; ***
He likes helping others, but Aaron wouldn't consider it really an interest, at least certainly not one as awesome as sleeping, doing art, or mountain climbing. He does take slight interest in it though, enough to give the activity three stars on his interest list. Helping others is something Aaron started after he incidentally participated in the fight at school, now he hates violence as such and fighting like that, and instead sticks to a purely helpful personality. He feels it makes his life a lot easier and everything, and he helps make other's lives better.

Description:
Aaron is a particularly small Bighorn Ram. He is of the Rocky Mountain variety of this breed of sheep. His coat is unusually light brown, like his fathers, and his horns unusually creamy, unlike both his parent's. Aaron is, as spoken before, small for his age and species, weighing only about what a female weighs. He is rather strong, spending all his time in the mountains. Aaron is on track of the average life span for Bighorns, although he is considered around a 21 year old adult.

Personality:
Reserved
"Erm.... I don't want to talk about it.."
Aaron is very reserved about his life. He prefers keeping to himself and not sharing his past with others. Most don't care. To them, he's just another ram on the Rockies. His best friends ask him about his past sometimes, but usually don'y get a good answer. Aaron prefers not to share that kind of stuff. Not even getting to know Aaron helps in finding out about him. He's completely reserved about pretty much everything. The only thing he speaks of openly might be his art and mountain climbing.
Calm
"Let's settle this peacefully, guys."
Calm, collective, thoughtful, little Aaron loves peace. He enjoys most of all laying with his hooves tucked under his warm belly fur watching the sunset. Being calm has helped him out a lot. His friends get into fights constantly, you know, because guy rams fight a lot. Aaron doesn't like fighting, and has gotten most of his friends to stop fighting midway by telling them calmly how to settle things. Now the others have many, many other ways to settle mating rights, including playing chess or hangman.
Good Natured
"Being kind goes a long way."
Aaron is one of those kind guys who like it when people are happy with him. His good natured quality has encouraged people to be his friend and listen to him. He believes that kindness is a virtue everyone should carry. His favorite movie is "A Christmas Carol" because he loves seeing Scrooge go from a nasty old miser to a good natured man. His niceness also gives him inspiration to help others.
Shy
"Limelight? Me? Um... No"
Aaron? In the limelight? You're kidding me! Aaron hates being in the center of attention. Wait, I shouldn't use hate. He "severely dislikes" being the center of attention. It makes him nervous and edgy. Even a few people focused on Aaron makes him stamp his hooves and look quickly back and forth. He's also severely claustrophobic. I'm not going to tell you how many times Aaron has sat on the edge of a crowd, hyperventilating and whipping his head back and forth in fear. Aaron is totally unprepared for everything involved with attention. He has never in his life presented, not even speeches.
Creative
"A touch up here... Something there..."
Inside Aaron's house, there are tons and tons of paintings and drawings he's done himself. Aaron is extremely creative. He loves drawing more than anything. Aaron has probably thought up a million characters, and then some. His old school projects still hang on the walls, pictures of hand drawn animals showing about vertebrae well shown upon them. Now, here's the question; How does a ram with hooves draw?
Smart
"X times the quantity of...."
If Aaron found his old tests from high school, he'd be surprised. Despite the fact he thinks he is just of average intelligence, he's had straight A's his entire life. He's very smart, with a large brain between those curling horns. Aaron uses his knowledge everywhere, to be sure about how to do things and such. He would never think of himself as above average intelligence. He's seriously had an A in everything.... Even in lunch!


History/Background:
The Tapes of the Past

It was an average day in the life of a ram, well, mostly average.
Aaron eagerly cleaned his cluttered home, trying to ready up for his parents, who were coming to visit tomorrow. He tidied each room individually, sticking his rounded nose into the smallest places and attacking the dust bunnies beneath. Upon finishing up the living room, his quarters, and the guest quarters, Aaron decided to take a challenge. He would tackle the attic, a dark cave filled with entrails from the past. Arming himself with a broom, pan, and a pillow for armor, he hippity hopped up the stairs to the attic, and opened the door.
It was exactly how he remembered it. Except a lot dustier. Everything from boxes to old chests was coated in a layer of dust. Aaron sneezed and began working. The attic would look like the rest of the house did, he thought. He wanted desperately to clean out the room, being quite a neat freak. It took three hours of tears, sweat, and tired muscles, but he finally managed. The attic was void of dust. Looking around at all the old stuff, Aaron began to dig through it.
Most of the boxes held photos and mementos of his childhood. One contained a large array of tapes, most with dates on them. Curiously, Aaron took the tapes downstairs. He went back to the attic, sorting through the miscellaneous Pokemon cards and scrapbooks, until he found it. His dad's old Walkman tape player. Carrying the ancient piece of equipment, he set it down beside the tapes.
With that, Aaron placed the tape with the earliest date in the Walkman and stuck the headphones over his ears. Time to get cracking on these, to discover what they were. With that thought, he started up the player..
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"Hiya! I'm Aaron, although my best friends call me Ron. I'm an average elementary student. This is my journal, trust me. It's not a diary."

~Aaron's eyes widened and he continued listening.~

"Now then, curious as to why I am starting these journal tapes today? I got them a recorder and a bunch of empty tapes for my birthday! Awesome right? Now I'm nine years old. I go to the North Rockies Elementary and I am in the third grade. My teacher's name is Ms. Belluwe.
I'm an average student, although my friends call me a genius since I've not gotten a B or below ever in my life. I think it's just an exaggeration, I'm just a regular, average intelligence student. Anyway, I bet you want to know the events of today, no? Well alright!"

~"I remember this day..." Aaron thought as he continued hearing his excited younger self.~

"Today I took four tests, one in math, one in reading, one in social studies, and one in science. I was the only one who seemed excited the entire time. My friends were all groaning and moaning because of it. I had fun! The tests only further reminded me that despite that, today was my birthday and it would be the best day ever!
After finishing the Social Studies test, I doodled in my notebook. It was a birthday message to me! I know, sounds like I'm just a crazy old goat. Well, I'm not. Today was truly a great day."

~What else happened... Aaron thought as he listened on.~

"After the test the teacher had the whole class sing happy birthday to me. It was really exciting and afterwards I passed out cupcakes to everyone, as a token of my gratitude. I had a lot of friends because of that. After a long yet fun day of school, my friends and I went to roleplay some Doctor Who, a favorite show of ours. If my future self is listening, I hope you still like The Doctor!"

~"Yes I do" Chuckled Aaron~

"Anyway, this time I got to be the Doctor. We were going through a regeneration scene since it was my birthday. It was the best! I had so much fun! Then my friends went home, while I stayed at the meadow we played in and put touchups on our "TARDIS" Alright, so it was a bright blue, old, smelly Porta Potty. One discarded here by humans. But trust me, we cleaned it up great!"

~Aaron wrinkled his nose, remembering the Porta Potty~

"I went home after a while to a pleasant surprise. Everyone was shouting happy birthday to me! They eagerly jumped from hiding places with shouts of surprise. My dad said I passed out on the floor. After I 'came to' we went in the kitchen and I opened my presents while my parents made the cake. And that brings us up to current time! Got to go now, Ma's calling for cake! Next tape will be a new event I'm sure you will be excited to hear!"

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Aaron laughed. "I forgot about these old tapes!" He said gleefully. He ejected the tape from the Walkman, still chuckling. He sorted through the small assortment of the others. There were five tapes left, excluding the one he had just listened to. He thought about it for a moment, wondering if he should continue going through the tapes. A small voice told him to go for it. Before however, he had dinner to cook. After slapping together some salad and greens then sticking them in the fridge, he grabbed the second tape, and pushed it into the Walkman.
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"Today was... Alright I guess. Today is just any old day. It's Aaron again, if you can guess by my voice. As I speak I am twelve years old. My horns are growing in quite nicely, my dad says. I decided to make a tape today because... Well.... Today I got in a fight. It wasn't serious, but it hurt a lot."

~Aaron's eyes widened as he remembered this day.~

"How it started was just... Well.... Stupid. I was minding my own business, discussing Star Trek with some friends, when the sound of other rams clashing horns rang from the hall. My friends and I excitedly charged into a gathered crowd to watch. A pair of rams were battling it out in the center of the school, with a crowd egging them on. I was standing on the edge, and one of the fighters smashed into my chest. I butted him away, and earned both their attention."

~"Oh dear..."~

"So I was in the fight after that. It wasn't easy either, although I managed to hold my own. Left school with only a black eye and a chipped horn. Although I got in trouble. Speaking of trouble... I'm supposed to be grounded! Gotta go, dad's comin!"

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Aaron took the headphones off of his ears slowly. He sat there for a moment, then rubbed a hoof along his horn, feeling the small yet present chip in his horn. He shuddered, remembering how painful the black eye was. "That's why I don't fight..." He said softly, then went out for a while, taking the Walkman with the next tape along with him. Climbing slowly, he leaped amongst the rocks, stopping after a time to turn on the Walkman yet again.
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"Greetings, listeners. I am Aaron, yet again, recording on my tapes. This time was a most wonderful time. Today I had my first mountain climb. I'll describe it in full detail, it was just so great."

~Aaron grinned, as he clambered easily and skillfully over and around the rocks~

"Erh Her Hem...
'The sun glittered off the rocks as I stared up their sides. A sort of calm had settled on the staggering mount, so tall against the sky. I squinted, staring up and taking it all in. The mountain stood, strong and silent, a soldier among his army. Why this particular mountain? Who knew. Who cared. My father took the first step. His hooves found places to hold on I would have never seen, as he went up the face of the rocks. "Come on, Aaron!" He shouted and I took my first step. Onto those gleaming rocks. I headed up the mountain with glee, eagerly picking my way along. I had no clue how I was able to find certain holds, I guess I was a natural. And we made it to the summit. The sun beamed brightly, sending rays all around the snow here. I just stared, wide eyed in amazement. This, is what I wanted to do with the rest of my life..."

~Aaron smiled "And I do this"

"My dad said that I was a really good climber and that maybe one day I would become a professional. Tomorrow, I'm going out to the mountains to practice. For a 14 year old ram, I know I can do this!"

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Aaron stared at the Walkman, which crackled with the end of the tape. He sat atop the summit of a mountain, curiously inspecting the old thing. He didn't want to listen to anymore of his old tapes for a while, especially not with the Walkman seeming dead. "Maybe it takes batteries.." He hoped, but things look grim. Aaron headed home.
Upon arriving home, Aaron took the Walkman out and toyed with it. Why had it just gone inanimate like that? He didn't know. Whatever it was, he couldn't fix it. Quickly he went over and grabbed the phone, pounding his dad's phone number in with his hooves. He waited impatiently until his dad picked up.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"It's me dad, it's Aaron."
"Aaron! What do you need? We're coming to visit tomorrow by the way!"
"Yeah I know. Listen; do you have that old Walkman still in the attic? The one that plays cassette tapes?"
"Umm..... Hang on let me check."
Aaron tapped his hoof while his father checked the attic of his home.
"Yessir son. Got the Walkman right here"
"Please bring it with when you visit. I found some old tapes from when I was younger"
"Is that all?"
"Yes sir."
"Bye Aaron, see ya tomorrow"
"See ya dad"
Aaron heard the phone go dead. His father had hung up.
He sat down quietly in the kitchen, staring at the tapes. With curiosity to see if there was something he could use, he went upstairs to the attic to see if there was an old tape player, one that played aloud. With a sigh of relief he found one. He pulled it out, only to discover there was something wrong with it. Fiddling around, he fixed it and dragged the ancient box downstairs. He set up to play it with that.
Sticking the next tape into the old player, he suddenly wondered what was on it. "This is the fourth tape... Who knows what the fifth one will be." With that thought, he slowly pressed play on the player, and the tape clicked into action, relaying his past with one touch of a button.
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"Hello again loyal followers. Its Aaron on the air, with the hottest new info on your favorite Bighorn! -Pause-
Catchy title, no? I'm working on a project for school right now, and the best one gets to go on air! It's an announcement that pertains to something that happened in your life that was big, huge, unbelievable. And my event is so gonna win. Who knew a 16 year old like me could have a tale so amazing and unbelievable that it would win no matter what? Well I do! It's been a while since I last spoke in here, since my life has been... well... pretty uneventful. It's just been a year of school, friends, ect, etc."

Aaron listened quietly. He felt a little odd listening to himself out loud instead of in the Walkman. Checking the clock quickly, he saw the time was 12:00 already. "I gotta go to bed!" He said shortly. He paused the tape player.


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Aaron clopped to his bedroom, yawning quietly. Today had been a messed up day for him. He had expected to simply clean then read, but instead ended up listening to tapes for most of the time. With a sigh he trotted up to his bed and climbed up, pulling on a night cap as he went. Aaron snuggled in under he covers gladly. He snoozed and dreamed of the tapes and the events that happened in them.

Laughing, gazing at the sun, Aaron played along with his friends. He was the Doctor at the time. "Come on Jack, Rose, we have planets to save!" He laughed in a phony british accent, hopping along. His friends giggled and followed. "But wait Doctor! What if the Daleks attack?" Called his one, the one playing Rose. "We will fight them off then!" The Doctor called back. Suddenly, another friend popped up. "Good luck, Doctor, for it seems the daleks will have you this time!" The "Dalek" said in a metallic voice. "I can live forever! Let me at em!" Shouted Jack. They all fell to the ground laughing. "Hey, Aaron, we gotta go." Said his friends sadly. "I'll stay here and work on the TARDIS. Want it to be perfect next time I plunge into the space-time continuum." They waved by and clopped off. Aaron stayed behind, working hard. After a while he went home, met with a delightful surprise. "Happy Birthday Aaron!" A surprise party! It was the best day of his life, and the day he got his tapes.

His dreams seemed to be replaying the tapes, but visually.

Aaron snorted, pawing the ground, a twelve year old ram stuck in a fight. He fought off both attackers but was hit in the eye with a recoil attack. "I'll show you worm!" One of the other Bighorns snorted, pawing the ground angrily. He charged Aaron, and Aaron charged him. They collided with thunderous force, sending both bouncing backwards. Aaron watched, as if in slow motion, a piece of his horn fall to the ground. He rubbed a hoof over the chip, then in a mad rush smashed into the second ram. By the time the teachers pulled them apart, Aaron and his competitor had several injuries, Aaron's worse being a black eye and a chipped horn. The principal called his father. Aaron was angry, but had hated what went on. Fighting was not his style. "I'll never fight again..." he promised himself.

Aaron grunted as a sort of stop then play symbol danced across his head, then settled somewhat as the next part of his dreams began. It was the third tape, him seeing it from his point of view.

The mountain loomed threatening, yet invitingly over Aaron. He gazed in amazement up it's side, his father chuckling at the young sheep's amusement. "Excited to climb?" He called over, and Aaron nodded vigorously. With that comment, the pair started up the mountain. Aaron's father hopped up easily and without trouble, while Aaron half-struggled behind. He worked his hooves into the smallest crevices and cracks on the towering hill. After a half hour, he stopped panting, beads of sweat dotting his face. His father sat several feet above. "You alright?" He called down, wondering if Aaron was up to this. He was only a young ram. Aaron looked up and simply nodded. He began up the mountain once more, this time quicker and with more determination. Finally he conquered the great rock, flattening himself out on the mighty summit. "I... I made it!" He shouted gleefully, although panted hard. His father put a hoof on his back. "We made it son." Aaron gazed with amazement at the world below, even the largest rams only mere ants from so high. "I wanna do this the rest of my life!" He shouted. "I wanna climb forever"~

Aaron awoke after that. He sniffed the air, smelling the early morning stench that always lingered in his breath and coat. He hopped out of bed groggily and took a quick shower, forgetting about both his dream and the tapes completely. With a groan he pawed his way to the kitchen, preparing a favorite of his; Salad and crutons. He began eating, happening to glance randomly over and see a familiar sight. The tapes sat on the table, shining and adding to his curiosity. He reached over, baggy eyes widening as he lifted a tape. The top said #4, and he remembered. He had been listening to the fourth tape.

Huuuuge WIP!!

Icon by me
By Stripey ^^
Animated Icon by me!?!?!?
By NotMe ^^
Another Icon... Heh heh... ^^
By me O.o"
By me... Again ^^"
By Kad; Aaron as a wolf
A ref I made for him myself.
By Mango Sherbet! And beautiful at that!
By Larke <3 Fell
By Wesley! OMG so cute!

Turkey Wolf

[Stripey]

Username: Stripey

Kennel Number: 3

Name [of pet]:
Ramsey (Ram-SEE)

Gender [of pet]:
Male

Age:
About...three or so, he's 19-20 in human years :3

Breed/Species [of pet]:
Sand Cat/Norweigen Forest Cat (domestic)/Red Panda Mix

Appearance: Main Coat- Creamish brown, more cream than brown though :3 2nd Color- Light brown with a bit of cream mixed in. This color is found on his chest, top of his head, on his nose bridge, neck, top of back (backbone area), top of tail, elbows down on front two legs, there is each a slit of it right below his mouth, and area right below his nose, diamond down to chin. On those Light brown areas there are random dabs of a color two shades lighter. It is on every light brown area EXCEPT the slits, the mouth piece, and the front two legs. On two of his "fingers" on both his front paws are a light coffee color. His eyes are lavender purple mix.

Born: August 14th, 2008 @ 11:56 PM

Currently Lives: A unknown beach on Cape Cod

Occupation: Living, thriving animal. On a mission that is.

Personality [of pet]:
Ramsey is a cat fulll of energy! He is resoursful, handy, and always ready. He's not very patient, but will be if needed, though, will become grouchy if he has to wait too long. He's got a sense of humer that can whip out as fast as a bullet, "claiming the class clown role" in his early life. Randomly he'll think of a good joke, jott it down in his mind, and save it for later, when someone least expects it. Though Ramsey is smart, quite in fact, he shows it in different ways, such as knowing exactly what to do when an emergancy happens, keeping a calm head, and having ideas pop up all over.
Top Five Traits Posative:
-Sense of Humor [humoristic?]
Always spitting out jokes, here and there, making everyone laugh :3
-Recoursful
Ramsey never comes unprepared. His knapsack is filled with all useful necessitys
-Truthful
Never expect a lie, unless it's for his or other's life saftey
-Intelligent
Though Ramsey doesnt show his smarts on tests, he show them other ways, in the ways of life
-Empathetic
Understanding is one of the things he does best, whether it benefiets him or not


Top Five Traits Negative:
-Impatient
Waiting? Uh uh. Ramsey does NOT like to wait. If you take too long he'll just jump in and do it for you, quicker.
Example: Once, Ramsey had waited too long. He pushed Jona aside and jumped into do his job, which Ramsey knew nothing about.

-Rude
This follows up on Impatient. He gets agitated and jumps in
Example: Once, Ramsey had waited too long. He pushed Jona aside and jumped into do his job, which Ramsey knew nothing about. Then bad mouthed Jona for being too slow.

-Risky
Though this can be good, Ramsey also puts himself in extremely dangerous positions
Example: Once, Ramsey jumped off a cliff in Hawaii to tell his Grand Master he did so...

-Too Curious
Sometimes following your enemy with a whole army ain't so good of an idea...
Example: Once, Ramsey was following a Human when a peice of candy fell out of it's purse. Ramsey picked it up and swallowed it whole, not knowing it was a WarHead.

-Grouchy
When waiting for too long he becomes grouchy, or when a mission fails
Example: Once, Ramsey got a RadarCall breaking the news that a rival of his had completed the mission.

Background/History [of pet]:
The sand whipped at my face. Time was running out, and I had to get back home.
"Mrrrrrrrreooooooooowwwwww!!!!!" The cat shrieched, over the thunder claps. A distant 'Meow' responded and Ramsey perked up. His eyes scanned the darkness, hopeing to find something to grab onto to keep from blowing away. Being on the beach, trees and brush were hard to come by. His fur rushing in all directions, he finally wandered over to a drifted log and lie under it's protection. Gripping the wet bark with his claws, he peered over the edge and felt a whoose of air, water and sand. Ramsey clung to the wood, but the force was too powerful. He fell back, rushing up with the gravely sand digging into his back. His mouth and nose filled with the bone chilling water, salt ran into it as well. He opened his eyes, and scrambled to rise to surface. Gasping for breath and sputtering to get the salt out his stood, shook, and continued to run. This storm was worse than he thought, and he needed to get home. Gathering up what energy he had left, Ramsey sprinted, only tripping twice on his numb paws. Though he could see nothing in the pitch black, he knew where to go. Following the smells of his urine, he knew that home wasnt too far away.

Ramsey racked his brain for something to cheer him up, such as a joke, or maybe a happy memory. Finally he found something. It gave him hope, and he zigzaged across the sand. Not knowing what lie ahead, he finally got a hold of something extremely familiar, though, it met with something...distinct, but unfriendly. Ramsey stopped, biting his tongue. He ducked into the darkness. Hiding behind a pile of awashed seaweed. "This." He thought. "This will hide my smell, if this...thing is an animal." The object lingered for a while, until it moved on. Couragiously, Ramsey moved on. Only to find himself hesitantly following the smell..."It's either I go home...or...follow that..." He sniffed once more before creeping after the creature. Suddenly, he heard a noise.

He felt himself being lifted up by strong hands. Ramsey scratched and wailed, trying to break free of the grasp. He reconized the scent now. The same scent that had taken him away from his mother. Human. The cat once again tried to break free of the unbearable grasp, but found it useless and tiring. With one last wiggle he collapsed, pained, exhausted, and embarassed. The hand relaxed as well and forcefully stuffed Ramsey into a cloth sack. He once again spat, but, resulted in a shake. Trying to recall another joke, story, or memorie to brighten the blackness, he pawed at the textile. No use. Mewing to himself, he plopped down in the darkness and closed his eyes. Though he was in a bag, being taken away from home, he knew somehow he was safe and that this wasall supposed to happen. The next thing he knew Ramsey was being thrust into some type of...area. A loud WHOOOSH completed the frightening act and Ramsey shook his head. The noise purverated his ears. He wailed, hoping something would answer.
"Shaddup Cat!" A gruff and stern voice answered back. Ramsey flattened his ears. His eyes had adjusted and he could now see perfectly clear in the bag. It was pretty simple, though his knapsack had been taken away. The cat assumed the human had it, going to disect every last tool. Ramsey chuckled to himself, "The stupid fool won't know what half the things are." Then his eyes went wide. "He'll throw them out!" Ramsey quickly began to attack the fabric, pouncing, scratching, and biting. A small suddenly began to emerge out of the tattered cloth. Ramsey smiled slyly and continued his thrashing. Finally the opening was large enough for him to silently crawl out. Once he was out saftley Ramsey check the area for any other Humans. Such as those little ones. Little Humans reminded him of trolls. Messy, loud trolls. He rolled his eyes, remembering of the reference. Laughing softly he climbed up the back seat and jumped onto the cushiny chairs. Ramsey could see the Human sitting and driving, there was music on. Ramsey couldnt help humming a few bars. Then, he spotted it. His knapsack. Once the car stopped (for it had to stop at some time) the Human would get out of the car (most likely) and Ramsey would snatch the sack, and sprint out the door once the Human came to open it again. He smiled to himself. Perfect Plan.

Before he drifting off to sleep, Ramsey decided to set a mental alarm clock. After this was done, he climbed into the trunk and curled up. He noted that it was a pretty long drive until the truck slowed to a jumbly stop. With a quick glance over the back seat back rests, he slid over and gracefully landed in the passanger's seat. Smiling gleefully he grabbed his knapsack and skipped back into the trunk. He opened the satin flap and checked to make sure everything was still in place. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth. He patted the sack and got eady for his exit. "Yes!" He thought excitedly. The Human was coming back. Ramsey ran up and hid where the gas pedals are. Like a cobra ready to strike he waited. Finally the fat being opened the heavy door with a squeak. Ramsey bolted out like lightning and bounded as fast as he could towards the distant road.

Once he knew the Human was out of smell range Ramsey halted to take a breath. Then, on the road again he ran. The storm had probably already reached his home, and the gate. He quickly changed directions, following his nose and ears. After a while he smelt the salty vapor and could hear the waves crash angrily. Ramsey jumped onto a tree and scanned the area. He leaped down and sprinted across the sand. Finally, he reached his home. Scuttling through the now muddy door he breathed in the familiar scent of wet sand. Ducking under the collasped roof he teetered into his sleeping chambors. Destroyed. Everything was clumping down. Ramsey dashed out, escaping the final throw of meshed sand. Sighing, he began to wander aimlessly across the sand. He sniffed around, searching for a familiar smell to guide him. Suddenly, he picked something up. Ramsey jolted after the smell. When he rounded the corner the unusual scent became stronger. Pushing harder to make sure time didnt run out, Ramsey huffed and puffed. Exhausted, he arrived. It was just what he thought it was. Bracing himself for the knowgly uncomfortable ride, he leaped into the swirling tornado of pixie dust.......

You know when sometimes you've been hit in the head with a ball, but it doesnt hurt yet? The peaceful moment where nothing matters and you're just realizing the fact that you've been hit. You're all bubbly and your eye lids are fluttery and it's peaceful? It all came as expected. Ramsey twisted around in the funnel. Pixie dust filled his lungs and his eyes fluttered. In a moment, the thrill ride was over and Ramsey landed roughly on his head. Now, you know that moment once you realized the biggest guy in school just hit you in the head with a dodgeball? Thats the next feeling the cat expirianced. Ramsey messaged his throbbing head. Stopping to see if anything else has portaled into Fournip. Satisfied, he relaxed and padded down the long corridor. He was greeted by many smiling beings, though, not known who or what they were. Finally he arrived at Zshoomdak, the grand meeting place when the messanger's bring back what they've found. Flicking his tail, Ramsey waited. He knew he could not let his impatientness sneak out here, for that would be entirely innapropriate and result in failure and Release. Shuddering, trying not to think of the horrid thing, he turned to one of his colleugs. "So..." He started, trying to start conversation. Unforchantly, he was face to face with Bronenon, the most boring of the group. The shnack looked at Ramsey stupidly but said casually, "I suceeded, did you?" Ramsey breathed a sigh of relief. "Congrats, so did I!" Bronenon turned back to his work, muttering. Ramsey rolled his eyes and waited. Finally, after what seemed like forever, GrandMaster strolled into the room. The rest of the messangers quickly took their seats quietly. He began, "STUDENTS OF EERAL. I WELCOME YOU BACK. HOW WAS YOUR TRIP WITH THE HUMANS?" Everyone laughed. "I AM HAPPY YOU HAVE RETURNED, OBVIOUSLY UNHARMED," a few messangers playfully punched eachother. "ID LIKE TO KNOW OF YOUR TRAVELS, AND WHAT YOU HAVE DISCOVERED, BUT FIRST, WE MUST CELEBRATE!" GrandMaster started out with song. Ramsey hated these 'seronades'. Every year when the messangers returned, GrandMaster seronaded each one. Well, not exactly 'seronade' but, he would sing to them, and it was quite awkward for the oldest messangers. Ramsey was one of the first, and it made him a bit uneasy. Snapping back to attention, he realized he was next. Grudgingly, he made his way up the emerald and tropical steps. "DEESHNA VONA COORRE DONDE WHOOO. RAMSEY ROCKANOOSHKA, VRIN DAY OC-LAAAA-DOOOOOOO." An applause went up and Ramsey bowed.

Later that day after the Tellings and Maskings had been done and announced, Ramsey strolled about. He felt so peaceful to be on his own planet again, and wished he could stay longer. Though, he had been honored to be moved up a Maskin and would be leaving soon. He shuddered about going back to the Human world, but, his research and time wasnt finished yet. Ramsey decided to retire for the night in his apnament (room/apartment).

Having being on the job of a messanger, Ramsey knew all about the humans. He studied them still, in the Studious room, where only the amautures went. Though, Ramsey was allowd anyway.


Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Likes: Jokes, stories, imagination, adventours, purposes, a good laugh, Same (having things always the same), water, hiding, holidays, new animals, having visitors over, missions, Pottatopa, exceeding

Dislikes: Downers, moody folks, children, different, staying at home 27/7, snow, storms, humans

Orientation: Straight |

Use [for pet]:
Main character. Deffinately. I've got a character page, check it out in my signature if you would like! <3 He'd probably be my character Ikea's brother. <3 I'd also REALLY REALLY REALLY love to make some more art of him, recieve art of him, and write more stories about him! ^^

More Art:
By: Me
By: Festus (CH)- Oh yus bby!
By: NotMe- Perfect! Love this!
By: ki neko-animura-Gotta love that fCe lol
By:`Ashe- way.to.cute.
By: A i- Eep! Love that FACE!!
By: nesskafe- Too cute, I love the pose! <3
By: Verre- So curious... <3
By: Sweet Sensations- ROLLIN AROUND!
Lines by ~Kiwi~, coloring and shop by: Cherry~Chess- It's a perfect LA for him, LOVE! <3
More Coming... :3 (one by ricorn infact)

Acessories:
Knapsack

THANK YOU FOR CONSIDERING! <33
-Stripey
Turkey Wolf

[byyrde]

A quick note to mods:
I am helping Stripey out with his form, since they're kinda new, so if their form looks like a plagarism form of my own it isn't! I am helping Stripes put their form together to the best ability. ^^

[*KAT*]

Picture{s} of pet:
Username:*KAT*
Name:Silver
Gender:female
Breed/Species:wolf/demon
Preferences/Requirements:don't claim him/her as yours no changing the desings
Lineart/Artist/Credits:artist : *KAT* lineart belongs to :apache~
Pumpkin Pie Kat

[NinthWolf]

Cheabug: The storys adorable but Tesh is compleatly right.

What do you mean? I didn't put a WIP sign on mine... it was the two people above me.

EDIT: I edited my form i little bit- i really like the little guy,and i would pay for him.