The SCAA - Officially Closed!

[Wesley]

Code drop posted. Forms are open. :'D
NO WAIT I LIED.
FORMS ARE CLOSED. I NEED TO UPDSATE KENNELS. D:
/FAILS

[Solanum]

Lol Wes. Am I really that harsh? -stares at the list of characters won-

[briny]

Crap, can I still post my form even though it's a WIP?

[Smartfoxtails]

question, some of the charas with forms wern't in the code drop, will the forms for them still be counted in the next round?

[Wesley]

@ Pix - Some of them didn't have enough votes, but I took the liberty of giving the characters away anyhow because if they didn't go out this round they'd be seeing the urgent care, which wouldn't really be fair to the person that put up the form. But still, you're a little harsh, but not too harsh. c; It's really helpful having you here.

I also wanted to post these here because I received these kind PMs that I think the other judges should be able to see, too:

OMGOSH!!!! I so didn't expect this message!! YEA!!!!

*runs to add my two new babies to my character thread*

Cosmos and Comanche are mine!!!!!!

Thanks so much Wes and the SCAA staff!!!!!

GAHHH!!! oh my god wes ahhhh!!! <3433333333333 *dies* Wow! Wow! *I'm speechless* Flaaaaa!!! Wow! Thank you so much! I cannot believe I got them both!!

*calms down*

Dont worry at all! Kronos and Ramsey will be in my heart forever and will absolutely continue to be loved <3 I'd like to thank you and your wonderful judges for everything and putting the time into reading allll of those forms lol. It really makes the winners day-no-week <333 Thank you so much x1billion wes, my bud, and all your wonderful staff! You guys are amazing!!!!!

Thank you so much! I will love Twig forever <3 And i'll join the rp :D it looks fun ^^

Wow, I'm delighted!!! I will totally check out some of those links there I'm so totally putting Illusion on my charrie thread! Thankks so much, wesley! And thank the judges for me as well! I'm so pumped xD
Thanks again!!
~Shine

Thank you! <3 I'll take good care of her, and I'll certainly look into the links you provided, and see if I have the time to participate in them. :3

I simply had to post them because a lot of them had kind words or thank yous directed toward all of the judges. You're welcome, SCAA adopters, but remember, it was your effort that we saw for the character. You decided if you got the character or not. <3

@ briny - As long as it's not a pet that was given out this code drop, yes, you may.

@ Smartfoxtails - Unless they are reposted [and preferrably edited/added to as well] they will not be counted this code drop. And remember that if you repost a form, you must change the code word at the bottom in small text to the new one of the present code drop. Our code word is 'Mario Kart' for adopting this round. (:

@ Everyone - I'll be working on updating the kennels now, and I'll post again soon when adoptions are open, okay? Thanks, everybody!

[Solanum]

I'll probably write two short stories for the contest. One being myself, and one being someone that actually sticks to the category rules. x3 Just to be amusing, and derpy... I might put up a form or two as well, we'll see on who is put up x3
Me? Helpful? Pfft. Love you too Wes x3

[nowi]

eep <3
Thank you so much for Amelia, I didn't think I'd win! Though I was pleased I could whip up a form of that quality in three days 8D

[Wesley]

Forms are open for this round and kennels are updated with brand new characters! Have at it, everyone!

[Jericho]

"Having a sister is like having a
best friend you can't get rid of.
You know whatever you do,
they'll still be there."

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~The Basics~

Username:
Foxtrot55
Kennel Number:
One hundred and fourteen (114)
Reason for Wanting Them:
When I saw these two they just stole my heart. and I would have gone for them in the last code drop but for some reason I had no muse for making their history. This code drop as I was looking through many other pets I saw these two again and decided to try and fill out a form for them. So here I am, will loads of muse for these two amazing cats.
Use For Them:
These two will have a special spot together in my characters thread. They will always have art being ordered for them, they will be loved, and cherished like all my other characters including the other beauties I've adopted from here, including Skyerunner, Comanche, and Cosmos.
Thanks:
First off I want to thank Shimmerleaf for donating these two amazing characters and not leaving them to rot in a file somewhere in cyber space but allowing another caring user to have a chance at owning them! Secondly, I want to thank SCAA and its staff for taking time from their own lives to read and judge many forms from people like me! And third, I want to thank my mind, for having the muse to create a form for them worthy of a chance at winning. Thank you!

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~Austin or Aussie~

Gender:
Male
Breed:
Tabby cat - Breed Info Link
Age:
Austin is 3 years old.
Family:
Austin's old family consisted of his mother Carry, his father Theodore, and his two brothers and one sister. His new family consists of Emma, his adoptive mother Abbie, and his adoptive father Shyann.
Theme Song:
Hold on 'Til the Night - Greyson Chance
Personality:
Austin is fearful of humans and snappy dogs. He is as stubborn as a mule, as will never give up in a fight which can sometimes get him into trouble. He will never admit he's wrong, ever. Though stubborn, he has a soft spot for younger cats and if your quiet you can sometimes sneak up on him grooming or playing with Emma. But make sure your quiet because one noise will send him flying to act like he's annoyed! The Cats Claw changed him greatly, turning him from sweet and fun to mean and cruel, but since joining Emma's family her parent have been patiently working with him to get him back to the way he used to be, but its a long slow process due to the fact that one wrong movement or word could flick on his "bad" switch and shoot him back to the beginning again.
Likes:
Austin loves fish. End of story. Well not exactly...He loves his younger sister dearly, no matter how annoying she is at times.
Dislikes:
He hate humans, dogs, other male cats, and cars.
(or in his words "Those stinky monsters that eat humans!")

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~Emma~

Gender:
Female
Breed:
Tabby cat - Breed Info Link
Age:
Emma is 7 months old.
Family:
Emma's family consists of Austin, her mother Abbie, and her father Shyann. She loves them all very much... And if you consider all her alleyway friends, including "Mr. Butterfly" and "Shy Mouse" she has many many friends who she plays with, though they seem to hide a lot from her.
Theme Song:
In My Life - Beetles
Personality:
Emma is as sweet and playful as any other kitten her age, so she's easily distracted by moving and shiny objects. She's friendly to strangers unlike her brother, which usually makes him a bit angry. But she knows he loves her and tries to behave when he's babysitting. She can be a pain but under the rough and tumble self she would gladly curl up and listen to stories, especially ones about house kitties!!! She has a strange interest in the lives of the cats who live with humans, how they can boss the human around until it hands them food in a silver bowl. Its amazing!! Though she would never want to be a house kitty, they get too much attention in her opinion.
Likes:
Emma loves moving and shiny things. She also loves her big brother Austin so much, especially his tail as it moves slowly back and forth when he's hunting...
Dislikes:
She dislikes loud noises and when her brother gets mad.

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~Life Together~

Yo its Aussie speaking, some tom cat just told me he wanted to interview me, ya..me Aussie, getting an interview. So... Ya. I have no idea where to start. Ok I'll just start at the beginning...

Carry saw Theodore and it was love at first sight, they could not be separated. One night...

Ew....ok I think that was too far. Oh I know! I'll start when I opened my eyes for the first time.

It was cloudy, not exactly the type of thing you want to see when opening your eyes and seeing the world for the first time but you can't change that type of thing. The first thing I saw was the smooth ginger colored fur on my mother stomach. I called to her, my voice quiet compared to my fathers, which I had heard many times as he spoke to my mother. Then I saw her face, her kind eyes looking back into my kitten ones. She was purring, a low rumble under my small paws as I crawled closer to her warm side. She was so gentle, even the way she spoke was calm and soothing like her tongue as it groomed my black and white fur.
Almost a week later me and my two brothers and sister were more mobile, wandering around after our mother when she cleaned out our nest. We would chase and pounce on her tail, practicing for when we too would leave our home and venture out into the big scary world around us. But for now our young minds were too busy to focus on the troubles of the world. Too young to understand why our father didn't come home one day... We cried, wanting to hear our father's husky voice again, and to hear his low purr as he groomed our mother's fur. But he never came. Eventually our mother left in search of food, not having him to bring her some as she cared for us back home. We called after her but she needed to go... A few hours later she returned, her face sad. The bones on her sides sticking out like never before, not only taking food for herself but giving away most of what she had to save us. Finally one day, around three weeks later, we woke up to find our mother warm body gone. She never came back.

By then we were stronger, and able to fend for ourselves. But still, we were young and reckless. Slowly my brothers and sister all left or died...leaving me alone in this terrifying world.

I didn't understand why they had all left me...but they had. My heart grew cold and reserved, not wanting to deal with the pains of the outside world. Finally after a while of living on my own a group of mean tom cats took me under their paw. They were known as "The Cats Claw" and were the toughest, strongest cats in town. As they walked down the streets, all the other cats ran for cover. Some cats might say I had "fallen in with the wrong crowd" but well, what did they expect me to do?! No one else would help a young lone tom cat! So I stuck with them. They taught me everything my father hadn't, how to properly hunt, how to fight, where to find the best sleeping places, and other cool things. I looked up to them so much, but they changed me. They made me become something I wasn't...cruel, and violent. I didn't realize who I had been made into until I was told to punish a cat for not bringing in food that week. All I remember were the ginger colored cats blue eyes as my claws dug into its skin. I expected them to be full of fear, but they were not....they were full of pity.... This cat was disgusted by me. As I left the cat, in pain and almost dying, I heard him say four words "I'm sorry for you..."
A week later I ran away, tired of being looked at like a killer. "The Cats Claw" soon found me and they beat me up pretty bad for leaving. But I was happy it was over with, and as I walked away from them, my body as badly broken as the ginger cats had been, I smiled. It seemed like a strange thing to do but it was because I was so relieved to finally be free. Later that day, after I had collapsed in exhaustion and pain, a shadow passed over me. I felt a warm tongue run over my matted fur, then a gentle nose nudging my side. As I looked up I was stunned to see the friendly face of a large white tom! He was purring softly, almost comfortingly, as he slipped his head under my stomach and lifted me to my feet. He led me along the roads and passages, but I was too tired to care where we were going, all that mattered was sleep and staying close to him to warm my cold body. Finally he stopped and gently licked my forehead. I was so tired but I managed to look around. There in front of us was a beautiful ginger colored cat, her eyes a deep green, and her face gentle like my mothers. She walked up to me slowly and gently licked the fur on my shoulder flat, why were they helping me? I didn't understand, but for now I was too tired and in pain to care. She and the tom slowly led me to an almost nest like area, and the tom rested a paw on my back as if telling me to lie down. I agreed without question and as my eyes closed from sleep I felt her gentle tongue grooming my matted fur...
When I woke up the next day the sun was already shining brightly overhead and I felt bad that I had slept so long. I stretched before slowly wandering away from the nest area. After only a few steps I was tackled by a small grey figure, it pounced on me claws out and teeth biting into my fur. I freaked out...I ripped the animal off with my strong jaw, throwing it away from me before darting back, fur on end and hissing. It wasn't till then that I realized that the small animal "attacking" me, was a little spotted grey kitten! the kitten was purring loudly, prancing around like nothing had happened. "Helloooo Present!!" it exclaimed, its voice small and high pitched as it trotted up to me. "Mommy said you were tired and needed to rest, she said I had to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't run away!!!" it said with a loud purr, prancing happily around my feet. I gave a confused look and the kitten rolled on its back in front of me, "I'm Emma!!! And my mommy and daddy are out hunting! You're my present!!" she exclaimed pawing at my feet and trying to get me to play with her. "Good for you, now where am I?" I snarled at the small energetic kitten. "You are in my home!! Mommy and daddy want you to stay!!!!" asked Emma. I looked at her confused, not fully understanding what she was saying. They wanted me to stay? Why?

Rawr! I am the ferocious Emma!!! I will eat you butterflies!!!! Oh, by the way, this is MY story, not Aussie's. He's just jealous that my story is better than his! Well, I have to go! The prince fell off his horse on his way to rescue me from the bad people and now I have to save HIM!!!

A few days before Austin showed up, my older brother, Tashka, had died after being hit by a car. I've never seen mommy and daddy so sad before....they lay together beside my brother for a long time. Finally though they needed to move on, daddy went off in search of food, and mommy stayed behind with me to clean out our home. I helped her by eating the bug inside her bed. She made a weird face, but I know she was proud of me for being so brave! When it started to get cold mommy licked me to sleep with her warm tongue. I love her, and I love my daddy...

A couple days later as I woke up I saw the happy face of my mommy and daddy looking down at me, "What is it mommy?" I asked her yawning and stretching. "Daddy brought you home a present.." my mommy whispered and gave my forehead a gentle lick. "A present!!!" I exclaimed jumping up and looking around. "Where I it?" I asked not seeing what this present was. "Right there beside you baby..." daddy said nudging my head towards it. It was a cat!!! The cat sleeping beside me looked just like my brother had, just with more white patches. I gave a meow of joy and rubbed against my parents in thanks, purring loudly as I did. They both laughed, "He's your new brother..." daddy said with a cat grin, "Will you promise to take care of him, and make sure he doesn't get into trouble?" he asked. "I promise daddy!! Thank you!!!" I purred rubbing down his side before wandering to my present. "I will take good care of my present." I whispered and set to doing just that. I watched it extra carefully, making sure it didn't move or runaway. when my mommy and daddy when to hunt I told them I would stay and watch my present which my father corrected into "brother". My brother? I shrugged and continued watching this 'brother'.

"Butterfly!!!" I exclaimed as I saw the colorful wings of the small animal flying by our home. I chased after it, forgetting about watching my gift, more interested in eating this pretty thing flying around over my head. After a few minutes I had the pretty thing pinned under my strong little paws, but just as I went to finish off my small enemy, I saw a black and white figure coming out of the nest area. MY PRESENT!!!! I ran and pounced, planning on pinning my present down like the pretty thing....

Yep, that was how I met my new little sister Emma. She was a pain from the very beginning....But I have to admit she's pretty funny to watch. She will spend hours running around after pretend things, and battling imaginary enemies. Its hilarious! Well, better get back to OUR story...

Later that day Emma's mother and father came home, finding me lying down irritated with their kitten chewing on my tail. "Good morning!" the mother exclaimed, "You feeling a bit better?" she asked her voice sweet and friendly. "I guess, it would help if I didn't have bubbles over there eating every body part she can reach.." I said glancing back at the kitten as she pounced on my moving tail again. "Emma!" the female cat called and Emma ran to her "I looooove my present mommy!! He's fun!!!" she purred rubbing down her mothers side. "My name is Shyann, this is Abbie..." the white tom said nodding to the ginger cat. "I'm sorry if Emma was an trouble, she's still figuring out that eating cat legs is not polite." he said glancing at Emma who grinned a cat grin. "No she was ok, but um....why did you bring me here? After all i'm pretty sure you both know where I came from..." I asked, my eyes moving downwards to my feet. Abbie sighed and whispered something to Emma who ran off to the nest area, before she sat down. "I lost my son less than a week ago...When Shyann found you he was sure it would help." she said her eyes sad from the memory. "You look so much my him its shocking...well, minus the scars and cuts." she said the last words fading to a whisper. "So I'm replacing him?" I asked confused. "Oh no!" Shyann exclaimed "We only wanted to help you, you probably would have been killed by a dog last night covered in all that blood. I could smell you five streets away! you reminded me of my son, so I wanted to help you, in his memory." he finished his eyes also sad like Abbie's. "You can stay if you want, but we're not forcing you too..." he whispered looking up at me, his eyes pleading. I thought about this for a minute, this family had been so kind to me...helping me when no one else would. I would feel guilty if I left, but I would probably also miss them...

"I'll stay.." I said after a few minutes of standing there silently. Abbie's eyes lit up and she ran too me, licking my fur with her soft tongue like my mother had all those weeks ago... This was my new family. I would miss my real one dearly, but these cats would fill the hole I had been trying to fill with anger and hate, they filled it with hope...

~Aren't We Cute~

Line Art - anucika
Coloring - Foxtrot55 (me!)

Mario Kart

"There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery
the time when we were happy..."

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I am dedicating this form to the ending of animal cruelty.
To sign a petition - http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/stopan ... yincanada/
If you think animals matter - http://www.animalsmatter.org/
Or to help stop animal cruelty forever - https://donations.wspa.ca/lp/index.php?page_id=H3LP6
I'm sure the animals in your life will be grateful for your help in their war against pain and death!

Join me in the fight against animal abuse, post this in your signature...

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~The Basics~

Username:
Foxtrot55
Kennel Number:
Seventeen (17)
Reason for Wanting to Adopt:
Well as I was browsing the list of available characters I happen to pass over her, and at first I didn't like her. but later on that day I saw a video about animal abuse. My anger was fuming by the end of the video, really anger with humans and what they've done/are doing to them beautiful animals. After finishing the video I was looking through the characters again, and again I saw her. Instantly I fell in love, had the perfect story for her, and was ready to write!
Less than six hours later I was finished her form, complete with links and everything. and I hope that reading this form will help change the hearts of CS users, but not only change them, motivate them to do something about it. Because as I said in my poem "You doing nothing, is the same as you hurting me... ".
Use:
Graffiti will have her own special spot in my characters thread. She will always have art being ordered for her, she will be loved, and cherished like all my other characters including the other beauties I've adopted from here, including Skyerunner, Comanche, and Cosmos.
Thanks:
I want to thank wesleydog for donating Graffiti and not leaving her to rot in a file somewhere in cyber space but allowing another caring user to have a chance at owning this beautiful, amazing character! I want to thank SCAA and its staff for taking time from their own lives to read and judge many forms from people like me! And last but not least, I want to thank my mind, for having the muse to create a form for her worthy of a chance at winning. Thank you!

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~I've Got More Than A Face~

Name:
Was Addison, is now Graffiti.
Nickname:
Gaffi (Ga-fi), or Sonnie which is her past name's nickname.
Gender:
Female
Species:
White German Shepherd

Breed Info
Age:
Graffiti is 3 and a half years old.
Likes:
Graffiti loves pizza crusts, and the sound of rain hitting the cement roads.
Dislikes:
She HATES humans because of what those two men did to her. She dislikes the smell of paint, cigarette smoke, and rotting garbage. She also dislikes ropes, cages, touch, and being near humans.
Home:
Graffiti lives in New York cities back streets and alleys, she prefers to not venture out into the more crowded part of town. She usually sleeps behind or beside a dumpster, sheltered from the wind, or if she's lucky she might find a unwanted blanket or old mattress to curl up on during cold nights.

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~Digging Deeper~

Personality:
Graffiti is very frightful (will be explained as you read her history), and she's absolutely terrified of humans. She hides at the sound of cars and other dogs, and usually only comes out at night when the streets are quieter and not so scary. She can't stand being touched by anything and will even attack if a human touches her (also will be explained when you read her history). but if yours slow, quiet and friendly, she will allow you near her, not to touch her, but to come closer...

History:
Contains scenes that may be disturbing to some users. Please read with the knowledge that this happens all the time to real dogs and cats, maybe not the same way it happened to Graffiti but in other still painful ways, and I pray you will have the heart to join my in the fight to end Animal Cruelty...

This is her story...

Why Won't You Help?
What if you couldn't see anything, imagine the pain you'd go through each day, unable to see where your going. Your screaming for help, but your cries fall on closed ears. No one will listen. Your yelling at them through the glass, begging them to help you, but when they look out the window...no ones there. They can not hear you. Your stuck in a nightmare...no escape, and no one is listening.
My heart beats the same as yours, I breath the same air you do. Yet when I'm in need, no one even does as much as lifting a finger to help. Why won't you help!?!? You hear about it all the time, in the news, and on the streets, but you still don't do anything! What will it take for you to care?! You say you love me but then you never help save me!! You doing nothing, is the same as you hurting me...
Why won't you help?

Poem © Foxtrot55

Addison was a stray, dropped off by some back yard breeders when they decided they didn't need her and her family anymore. She had never know the loving of a family, or felt the stroking of a friendly hand. She lived on the streets. No one cared enough to help, even when she screamed for it...

The distant sound of a police siren awoke Addison from her restless sleep, her dirty white fur standing on end as she slowly got to her feet. She let out a low growl, more in fear then anything else, before wandering out from under the ledge where she had been sleeping. It was raining and the cold, wet drops hit her like small stones, freezing her already cold body. She shivered as she walked, darting from one shelter to the next as she trying to stay as dry as possible. She headed for some trash cans out side of a darkened pizza place, hoping for some scraps to sooth her aching belly. Something warm to eat would be even better but at this time of night warm table scraps were almost impossible to find.
As she reached the strong smelling piles of garbage bag she tore one open, the contents spilling out over she paws. After a second she slowly inched forward, nosing through the mess of table scraps and trash. She whined slightly in joy as she smelt out some pizza crusts and a half eaten hot dog. As she ate them it felt as if a wave of warmth a joy had washed over her, warming her slightly against the cold rain. After a few more minutes, and after finding enough to slightly fill her sore stomach she wandered out of the alley onto the empty streets. It was dark, puddles everywhere showed each time a rain drop collided with it, creating a little splash on Addison. She shivered, the cold tugging at her fur like small hands. She heard a loud crash behind her and dashed away, darting into a dark alleyway. She trotted behind the dumpster to sleep for the rest of the night, hoping tomorrow it may be quieter but knowing it wouldn't. As she lay down she sighed, already feeling her stomach aching from lack of good food, her eyes slowly closed, the last thing she saw before falling into sleep was the ripples in a puddle from the rain...
When Addison woke up the next day the sun was already high up in the clear blue sky above her. She stood, her bones cold and sore from being wet all night, and shook, straightening her fur before heading out of her resting spot. Ready to face another day as a unwanted no body...
As she neared the exit of the alleyway, two huge smelly men came out of no where and stood in front of her, blocking her way out. They acted strange, their bodies swaying slightly and their breath smelt of something that made her feel dizzy. She snarled threateningly, the fur on her back raising making her seem much bigger the she was. The two men laughed inching closer to her with their shiny white teeth. She snarled, snapping at one with her powerful jaws but still they continued forward, forcing her back against the alley wall. As they pressed closer and closer her heart raced, fear pumping through it. She saw one of the men reach into a bog on his side, his white gleaming teeth still showing and his movement releasing the strong smell of cigarette smoke into the air stinging her sensitive nose. He pulled out two items, and handed one to the other man who grinned, Like those evil cats... Addison thought backing up till her side was pressed up against the wall, her tail held tightly between her shaking legs. Little did she know this day would change everything... What did they want from her?!?! She whimpered slightly in fear as one stepped a little closer to her, his hand holding something above her head. She looked at it confused then as it closed on her strong neck she realized what it was...a rope. The man held it so her front paws couldn't touch the ground, choking her as she fought to get away. The other man bent down holding the item near her side. Suddenly a sharp pain came from it, and glancing back she saw her white fur was no longer white, but a shade of bright blue. What had come from the item was spray paint, nasty, stinging, spray paint. The man holding the rope laughed as the paint man continued spraying her side and paws with other cans, changing her beautiful thick white fur to bright shades of red, yellow, green and blue. Her skin stung as the paint touched it, a burning sensation running through her. Why were they doing this?!! she yelped and howled in pain, struggling to get away from these two cruel men but they didn't listen to her pleads for help...
Finally the man dropped her, letting her crash to the ground, her skin still stinging from the paint. She couldn't see anything... Paint had gotten into her eyes. The world was dark, full of pain and the sounds of the men's laughter echoing off the alley ways as they left her to die. What had she done? She didn't understand why they had caused her pain! Why did they hurt her!?! she whimpered and curled into a ball where she had landed, the pain great, making her shake. Why?! What had she done to deserve that?!!? She wanted to scream at them, ask them what she did wrong! But she couldn't see anything, not the men, nor the beautiful blue sky above her. Nothing...
What had she done?!
From that day on Addison changed her name to Graffiti, to remind her of the cruelty of the humans. The paint never came out, leaving her once beautiful thick white fur colored and strong smelling like the paint. And she never regained her sight from the burning of the toxic paint...
Why would you hurt her?



~Scars Don't Last Forever~

Line Art - Coalchaser
Coloring - Foxtrot55 (me!)

Mario Kart

[Solanum]

Username: Tesshin-san
Kennel Number:
Kennel 6

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Use:
He will be used as a character so would have a place on my character website, which is completed minus a few banners that I still have yet to create. When possible, he will receive art and writing, though with how expensive artists on CS are becoming, that has to stay as a 'when possible' rather than a definite response. If I come across another character that I think could become his mate then I may do something like that, though with the personality and history I can see when I see his character, I doubt that will happen.

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Other [Likes, Dislikes]:

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Basic information ~

Name :
Ndurca
Nickname:
Master
Gender :
Male
Age:
He is not bound by time, so infinite
Breed/Species :
'Hell hound'
Sexual Orientation:
Pan-sexual
Relationship status:
Not interested
Occupation:
Reaper - Collector of souls

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Physical Characteristics ~

Height [To the withers]:
82.7 inches [210 cm]
Weight:
204.9 pounds [93.125 kg]
Build:
Much like the grey wolf he is said to take after, he is quite slender but built for power. He has a rather large, deep ribcage and a slight slope to his back. His limbs are quite long, with comparatively small paws. The forelimbs are seemingly pressed into the chest, with the elbows pointed inward, and the feet outward.
Eyes:
His eyes are red in colour and are usually narrowed in disdain
Senses:
Being quite a powerful demon, all of his senses are heightened compared to that of a grey wolf
Tattoos/Scars?
He has no visible scars, but has two red 'X's tattooed on his right shoulder
Distinguishing features:
He has a second mouth in his chest which feeds off flesh while his other feeds off souls, has a mane of red fur from the back of his head to roughly the middle of his back and his heavily muscled tail constantly has a blood stain on the end of it from victims.
Accessories:
Only the single silver stud he wears in his right ear
Weapons:
Small but jagged fangs in his first mouth, rows of fangs in his chest mouth and a heavily muscled tail that can thrust through a body to wrap around and drag out whatever he wishes to remove
Flaws:
His temper can sometimes get the better of him, leading to some sticky situations, and his chest mouth is almost always hungry, causing him to spend more time hunting than most

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Username: Tesshin-san
Kennel Number:
Kennel 25

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Use:
He will be used as a character so would have a place on my character website, which is completed minus a few banners that I still have yet to create. When possible, he will receive art and writing, though with how expensive artists on CS are becoming, that has to stay as a 'when possible' rather than a definite response. Due to his sweeter disposition, I believe he has the chance to have a family/a mate, although as I'm rather picky, this will be a possibly.

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Other [Likes, Dislikes]:

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Basic information ~

Name :
Project IX(9)
Nickname:
Volker, Slave, Mutt, Minion
Gender:
Male
Age:
He is no longer affected by time so infinite, but was 6 years when he died
Breed/Species:
Undead mutt - Alaskan Klee Kai x Finnish Spitz
Sexual Orientation:
Pan-sexual
Relationship status:
Not interested
Occupation:
Minion - Slave to the Reaper Ndurca

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Physical Characteristics ~

Height [To the withers]:
18.3 inches [46.5 cm]
Weight:
37 pounds [16.8 kg]
Build:
Like most spitz breeds, he has quite a 'square' build, with his legs roughly the same length as his back
Eyes:
His eyes are hidden under the gas mask, though it is suspected that they are a pale blue or milky white with black rims like what his mother would have had.
Senses:
After death, some of his senses had dulled whereas others had heightened. His eyesight and sense of touch and taste are worse than before, but his sense of smell and hearing have been increased.
Tattoos/Scars?
He possesses no tattoos or visible scars, though does have some under his dense undercoat
Distinguishing features:
It is hard not to distinguish him from others
Accessories:
He always has a gas mask strapped to his face
Weapons:
Fangs and claws
Flaws:
One of his front legs had to be amputated, so he can no longer move at the speed he once could

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Ndurca's Personality:
/-Will be written out properly/edited, because I'm very fussy-/
Out of the two (Ndurca and Volker), Ndurca is the more dominant. He is more intelligent than his undead companion so is always the one in charge, expecting Volker to follow. His intelligence is equal to many of his species, but he is the only one so far that had a strong enough will to break free of his masters to actually raise himself to his true potential. Able to use his intelligence to his advantage, he can be very sly and calculating, able to maintain a high level of determination if he feels the reward is worth the effort. In most cases, unless it interests him or there is a clear benefit out of it, he will ignore orders given to him. It doesn't matter whether they were requests or demands, if he doesn't like the sound of the idea then he won't do it. After betrayal early on in his sentence to collect souls, he believes that the only one he can truly rely on is himself so he tends to keep to himself. The only one he is loyal entirely to is himself, and so will do anything he has to ensure his own survival without caring who got in the way. Due to his cold heart, he has been labelled as one to watch for, dangerous even to others of his species.
His development as a young demon was complicated, creating a being that could think freely instead of the sheep it usually created, enslaved to the ones with free will. This malfunction has made him view himself as an equal to them, so he feels he deserved the right to enslave others. Unfortunately he is not very popular amongst the other demons, so many of these have been slaughtered. With his power hungry attitude, it would be a very bad idea for them to allow him to raise himself to the level of the ones who claim to be his superiors. Short-tempered and aggressive, he believes that everything can be solved by violence but if this does not work then he isn't afraid to resort to retreating. He doesn't care about how others see him, so doesn't have the pressure of trying to impress that many of the other demons possess.
It is a common misconception that he is evil as he comes from hell, although in his case some of it is true, for example the word demonic's definition was based on demons like himself... He is ruthless when he feels he needs to be, though everything he does is in self-preservation. Like all 'living things', he has to eat to survive, and to him hunting humans in the manner he does is the same as the human way of gathering meats. He believes that although some of his methods are a little over the top, playing on the 'sadist' sections of his brain, he is in the right as at least he waits until his target's life is over or the deal is done rather than just killing them and making them lose out on a possible future. The pain he inflicts on them while killing them is only a little bit of amusement for him at the end of a job, as he finds collecting souls long and tedious work with little reward.

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Volker's Personality:
/-Will be written out properly/edited, because I'm very fussy-/
Volker is the dimmer, more submissive one of the two, much preferring to just follow Ndurca's example than have to think for himself. The reanimation of his body was not complete, so his brain works at a much slower rate than most, making it very easy for him to lose concentration. This does not irritate him though, as it would to some, as he has kept some of the characteristics he had as a live dog. He is very gentle when allowed to do his own thing, though will change in an instant if his master, Ndurca, tells him to. He is extremely obedient, always doing his best to make the soul-eater happy, or as happy as he could be. His mind is only capable of doing so much at one time, so he is entirely devoted to his master, though this can be argued as a loyalty bred into him when he was alive. Though it isn't often he has much to be grateful for, with the way he is treated by his master, he displays characteristics of being a good family dog; patient with children, gentle, loyal, grateful for what he has and most importantly accepting of his mistakes. Unlike some that would try to cover it up, if he does something wrong he will take the blame for it, even if he takes all the blame when it was a shared idea. His past hasn't really reflected on the way he behaves, as he is almost exactly the same dog he was before, though he is gradually being corrupted by his master's ways, believing them to be normal behaviour. He has no clear view of right and wrong, having not had a proper education when he was a young pup, though this hasn't affected him very much as he mostly does what he is told when he is given an order.

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NOTE:// They start off separately then join later from different views
Ndurca's background:
The soft pad of paws on grass broke the silence , the wind whistling through the trees scattered randomly about the area to ruffle the fur of the large hound as he made his way in search of prey. The sun was red on the horizon, lighting up the cruel eyes that watched it set, and sparking up a vicious hunger from deep inside. The night had always been his favourite, his duty completed for the daylight hours leaving him to satisfy his hunger. Humans were easy pickings for the large hell hound (and a personal favourite at that), though their souls were extremely powerful if they knew how to use it against him... The only pure thing about the disgraceful creatures, giving it a rather nice taste. They called themselves the most dangerous animal, they didn't know the half of it... He was invisible to all but his prey, a very handy physical feature that he had developed over the years of his 'life' so far. It didn't matter where he was, be it night or day, he would remain undetected by the rest of the population while his target fled for their life. How he loved the thrill of the chase and of course the feast that followed. Never had he missed a target, they were far too pathetic for that, though some were rather pesky and tried to make deals with his masters, the demons in charge of the soul collecting business. He was the one that collected what had been promised when the deal had come to an end. A human soul for whatever their pathetic hearts desired. Each deal lasted a maximum of 10 years before it had to be collected, allowing the humans to stew for that time knowing what was going to happen when their time was up. Now those souls he could eat, though the pickings were rather slim with the new urban lives that humans lead. There weren't too many true crossroads left, forcing his masters to change location, but that was none of his business. As long as he was fed, he didn't care. The ways of the demons had never been something he was particularly interested in, and never would be, so there was absolutely no point in him worrying about it. Or at least that was how he saw it.
Body low to the ground as he stalked forwards, just for the fun of it as none could see him, the red of his fur caught the light and the eye of his target. Immediately their tiny heart sped up, their eyes wide with fear. He merely smiled at them, the rows of needle-like fangs within his jaws dripping with saliva as his tongue curled its way around them. It was no secret that he was hungry, but this was for show, to just increase the thrill he would feel from the chase. After all, there was no fun in chasing a human that wouldn't run... The human turned and ran as they all did, frantically pushing past the crowds to try and separate himself from the monster. Oh how he loved it when they panicked. Using a tiny fraction of his true speed, the giant creature bounced through the crowd like a young puppy bounding to the heels of its master, his form not physical to any but the hunted. He was what sent chills through their bodies, but being naive, the humans believed it to just be a gust of wind or something else that could be explained using science. He was an anomaly, like the rest of the world he belonged to. Way beyond the knowledge of most humans. Not restricted to physical matter like the humans, he cruised through walls, leaving but a splash of blood from his tail as he passed through. A mere reminder and warning to all those that saw it. In their haste, the human foolishly forgot the way they were headed and cornered themselves in an alleyway, meeting his gaze with a look of pure terror, close enough to feel his hot breath on their skin, the deep hunger of the beast clawing at their belly as if it were their own. Not enjoying the stop in the chase, the hell hound leapt forward impatiently aiming to grab the human with his front paws but they dashed under his legs as any fleeing creature would do. It only bought them a moment more than they would have had, a long muscular tail thrust through his body. If one thing was certain from the hunt, it was that the prey was going to be caught and taken care of... No one escaped the beast.
Tightening his grip on the soul of the man, his book was opened in the library of souls, the scenes of the man's life playing before them both. Pathetic. This man had lived a very boring life, though there were a few interesting moments here and there if he paid close attention to the events as they played out. Very quickly getting quite bored of this man, he completed the mission with a soft grunt, dragging the soul from the flesh it had been kept in, the energy travelling through his body to the tattoos on his right shoulder to be stored. Taking a deep breath, he growled softly, allowing the energy to leave him for the vault. Such a shame, though the library needed souls for life to keep going. A new book started as soon as an older one was shelved into the deceased section. Rather unsatisfying for a soul-eater like himself, but he had no choice but to play along. Be their mutt, though his resentment for his superiors rose after every collection. The body stayed suspended in the air as if his tail was still impaling it, the cold eyes of the human still watching him. Soul-less was not dead, they just became lawyers... But this one was his, the burn in his stomach becoming more than he could bear. His second set of jaws opened up, barbed tongue thrusting forward and dragging the body into its depths. Only the skeleton was left in the alleyway, stained with blood from the puddle it was lying in, completely devoid of flesh. Just like the others... A neat little trail left by a killer that could never be caught. It was entertaining to watch them scamper around the crime scene looking for clues but finding nothing, the families receiving no closure. Boohoo.

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Volker's Background:
Bouncing playfully across the sand, the cobblestones turning under his paws, the young puppy raised his head into the sea air as he looked out across the water, taking in the spectacular views as the soft ocean spray flicked up at him. Running merrily back to his master, nipping at his heels as he asked for another game as all puppies are expected to do, glances were exchanged, pale blue eyes meeting with emerald green. Sand was kicked up behind them as they both raced down the beach, leaping over the breakwater and into the crab pool on the other side. As per usual, the pup was the first to reach the pool, already in there as the boy cleared the breakwater but the boy didn't mind, hugging his loyal friend tightly and rubbing his ears to congratulate him. There was nothing the little pup wouldn't do for his master, but life had been so free and easy back then, so he had no need to test his loyalty. Though as the time passed by, his master grew from a boy to a teenager, his behaviour changing as his hormones kicked in. Life started to become more and more difficult, but even then they were content with the lives they had. This bliss was short-lived, but would be a time to remember when the pair reflected back on their lives in the future. The joy they had felt on the beach in a single day with each other was beyond what some would experience during the course of their entire lives. They realised how fleeting their existence was, so why waste it.
War tore through their country, the skies dark and thick with smoke from the many factories producing weaponry and other such supplies for the soldiers. It had only been a few years since the beach, the play and the innocence but the boy had grown to be a young man, the puppy a strong, proud dog. Yet they were still inseparable. Wherever the young man went, the dog was bound to follow. After all, not all good things had to end when childhood did. Though like many his age at the time, the young man wished to prove his loyalty to his queen and country, so he requested to join the army, but he was still considered a boy in the eyes of the soldiers, so his request was denied. But he at least he managed to find a way of gaining money back at home gathering shrapnel from the bomb attacks and selling it, giving him just enough money to support his mother and keep him and his dog in reasonable condition. He would only have to do it for the year he needed to grow to request to join the army again. One last year before he could truly call himself a man and they could no longer refuse him.
Another year passed, his entry into the army approved this time. His dog accompanied him, refusing to let him out of his sight. The other guys didn't mind, he was a friendly little thing, a mascot of sorts to help raise the moral of the troops. They treated him like another of the lads, giving him his own equipment and giving him odd jobs to do. As an order came through to advance forward into enemy territory, he was told to stay back but fought his way to his master, not willing to let him go. Knowing there was nothing they could do to stop him, he was allowed to stay with them as long as he behaved. They all knew the risks, his master best of all but there would be no convincing the dog to stay. His beloved dog would be shot if he did anything to possibly give them away, but he had the utmost confidence in him to behave as he had been taught. Giving the scruffy white mane a gentle stroke, he tightened his grip on his gun, lowering both their gas masks in case of any surprises presented by the enemy. They ran into enemy territory, realising too late that they had been sent into an ambush like helpless lambs to the slaughter. One by one they were taken down by enemy fire, only some managing to get away with minor injuries. The dog was too small and fast for a clean shot, though he wasn't causing any harm so they decided to leave him until the sweep through. As long as the soldiers were taken out they didn't care what happened to the dog. The sound of heavy breathing caught the little dog's attention, his muscles working over time to get there as fast as he could. Curling up on the lap of the young man he had grown up with, the young man he had played with on the beach so many years ago, he gave his face a gentle lick for comfort though they both knew what was coming. He had been shot in the gut and was slowly bleeding out, the light leaving his eyes as his life played before him. His hand stroked down the dog's back, a soft smile twitching across his lips as he passed to the other side. Enemy troops swept the area, not sure what to do when they came across the little dog. He wouldn't allow anyone near the body of the one they assumed to be his master, so they were forced to shoot him down as well. Once again curling up on his master's lap, barely alive, he snaked his body underneath his master's arm, wanting to be with him when he shared his fate. There he lay, too weak to move, until he too bled out, cold lifeless eyes staring out through the gas mask and up at his master.

Ndurca ----- Volker

But if you thought that was the end of our story then you are sorely mistaken. Picking up the pieces, collecting the souls from the slain, the demon stumbled across the little dog curled up with his master, the faintest of smiles twitching across his lips. Muttering under his breath, the reaper forced life back into the hollow shell of the canine, just enough to reanimate him. The body jolted for a moment as it settled, the reaper sighing with boredom. Patience had never been a strong point of his, but he knew he had to wait. Bringing one back from the dead was not a simple matter, or at least for those that followed the rules. He cut corners, bringing only part of the dog's soul back. Not enough for him to survive without the demon, tying him into service. He was a sweet little thing, it was almost nauseating... Though the demon had always wanted a little company, not that he would ever admit it to anyone but himself. He had spent a lot of time convincing others that he was above human emotions, that they couldn't touch him, though he knew that he was lying. He could resist, even hold them back but not forever. Every so often something leaked through and he would be left to clean up the mess it caused. There can't always be hate without love, however hard he tried to ignore it.
“Heel boy.” Tail flicking behind him, the demon padded off, the small dog struggling to keep up with him even at the slower pace. Stupid animal. They had work to do. There were plenty of people just dying to see him. How could he refuse? Though this time it was going to be different. He was tired of playing by the rules like a common mutt, chasing after every stick they threw for him. Now was his chance to turn the tables on his superiors, and there wasn't a drop of doubt in his body that he couldn't pull it off. With a little help from the spitz, he was going to turn rogue. They wouldn't know what hit them.

Ndurca ----- Volker

He was mad. Absolutely mad. But the little spitz couldn't help but admire him. His determination to deal with everything that had ever hurt him. If only he could do the same, but it had been years now since he had been brought back. As much as he wanted to hold onto the hatred he had felt towards those humans, it just wouldn't stay. Besides, what good would it do? Everyone died in the end. One day he would get his revenge, with the help of the demon Ndurca, but until then why waste what little thought he had on the ones responsible for his death, and the death of his master. Former master. As strange as it had felt at first, the demon reaper had stepped into his old master's shoes, so to speak, taking the title. Sure he was a little harsher, but things had changed, and Volker had decided to change with them. He helped in hunts, driving humans as a sheepdog drove sheep. Like lambs to the slaughter, his master lying in wait. Despite their many differences, they were both fairly happy. The demon had even smiled once or twice though this didn't change the fact that he would rather give out punishment than praise.


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