Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[Tiikeria]

There's actually a join.me app for iPod and iPhone, Mozerella. I have it on my phone. XD But I was considering LS, simply because then I can talk instead of having to type. XD /lazy

[stormiecrazy]

Hey, stormie, may I suggest that you check out our form tips post? We normally like forms that have well defined personalities and a longer backstory that gives us a good idea of who the character is. You have a good start, but you might want to work on adding more. :3

Also, would anyone like to watch me stream some revamps? :3

Thank you, Tiikeria! I've gone back and edited, then. His personality and history are now very well developed, I hope.

[Mozzy.]

Please, call me Moz c:
/runsofftoappstore
That makes life easier xD

Talking saves energy you could use for other things, like scratching xD

[king_bear]

Kennel number:
Name:
Breed:
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
History/Background:
Art:
Other:

[whoopsydaizy]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number:

Kennel F65

Name:

Gin Aditya (mixed culture name, meaning "Silvery Sun".)

Gender:

Male

Species:

Unknown

Why do you want this animal and what will you do with it?:

His design is gorgeous, and I rarely try out for characters. He is drop dead gorgeous.

I'd use him in 1x1 roleplays (only roleplays I do), I'd made art, and he'd get a spot on my character thread. He'd work perfectly in a roleplay me and Checkered are trying to make, (Hey, Checkered! *wave*) which just adds to his great quality already for me.

Personality:

Quiet

Gin is a canine of few words, and when he does speak, the words come straight from his heart or his confused head. He will only lie when nessasary, but would rather not say a word than tell a single lie.

Morals

Gin has very high morals that he sticks by. If or when he talks, it'll probably be a provoked rant about his morals. And because of his strong morals, he can be hurt easily.

Strong

He has a strong heart, and he may seem he gets over thing quickly, but he doesn't. He is strong physically, more than mentally.

Caring

'He has a strong heart'. He is very caring when it comes to other and will ignore his own discomfort or pain to aid somone.

Confused

Gin gets confused easily with others words, but his own thoughts are often confused, which tend to lead to his few words. He doesn't know his place in life quite yet..

Searching

..and he is still searching. He has no set home but Earth. He is a traveler, and will always be at his heart.

Likes:

Gin loves to travel, whether with his mouth or with his legs. And more importantly, traveling at night. The night sky is a beautiful thing, just as the ground of Earth is in his eyes. Because of this fascination with the night sky, he simply loves heights.

Dislikes:

Gin dislikes swimming very much; it never felt quite right. He dislikes anything under the earthen ground; which up includes large bodies of water and underground hide outs.

History:

When Gin was just a pup, he wondered away from his parents. He had always been a traveler, and his parents knew, and dreaded the day he'd just 'walk off'. Not because of the missing they'd feel, but they would not longer be able to protect him.

And when Gin wondered off.. the hunt began. His parents cried out for him, afraid they had lost him. And their cries were justified, they had. Yet, their cries were not responded by the young Gin. He only ran farther, the will of a traveler over taking him, their cries pushing him farther. He was but a teenager pup, running away from the den.

He knew how much this would hurt his parents but did it anyways. He had to, he felt this need to travel. He didn't speak a word as he ran, but repeated sorry, sorry, in his head. He then saw something. Water. His legs still moved, on their own accord as he shut his eyes in fear of drowning. His fur and skin touched the water as he sank, soon blacking out from lack of air as he held his breath.

When he awoke, he was in a large tent like object, filled with smoke. He coughed, struggling to breath from the sheer density of it all. He sat up, adjusting his eyes and spotting a canine figure a few feet away.

"Oh good, you're up." The figure spoke in a human like fashion as it shuffled its legs to stand, aproaching Gin. "I thought you were dead." She added, giving a smile before leaving the tent, the smoke soon fading.

Gin couldn't think straight. Who.. was that? How could.. it speak the human lanague?

To be continued..

Art: WIP

[Crackomint]

I've never wanted to adopt characters before, and now there's two I'm going for! Here's the first form (A WIP):

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number: F65
Name: Tokal
Breed: Donor didn’t specify: I don’t plan on changing whatever she decides it is, though.

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: Aside from the absolutely gorgeous design, the truth is that I’ve been working on an art/writing project that requires far for characters than I will be able to draw. This design absolutely clicks with one of the character ideas I had. As aforementioned, this project will involve a ton of art and stories, and this character will definitely be included in that.

Personality: Tokal is, first and foremost, a being of peace and serentity. He strives to be a deep pool of still water; no ripples of fear and uncertainty should ever break the surface of his calm. He’s worked a long time perfecting this nirvanic state, and it shows in his near-complete lack of ability to be ruffled. When others are angered or heated with emotion, Tokal is the cooler head that advises a calm and collected response.

All this is not to say that Tokal feels nothing; when something does manage to break through his serenity, it pierces straight to his core. It is for that reason that he strives hard to rid himself of anything that is not complete calm.

As a complement to his unbreakable peace, Tokal also possesses a strict moral code. He will never kill, never lie, never steal; he faces all situations with the understanding that he will always be (in his eyes) morally impeccable in his actions. He is absolutely unshakeable in matters of right or wrong; everything is black or white, with no shades of gray allowed. This can be limiting in situations where a more nuanced response is called for- for example, while he would not kill his greatest enemy, neither would he kill to save the life of a friend. It can be frustrating for others to deal with his rigidity on such matters, as no amount of argument or persuasion will ever change his mind.

Tokal, while incredibly slow to anger, is also loth to pledge loyalty or friendship out of hand. If one does manage to impress him, though, they will have a true friend for life. Though peace and morality take priority above all else, Tokal will always support his allies to the best of his ability; and while he is slow to act, when he does, it is with unyielding perseverance.

Likes: Meditation and reflection are incredibly important to Tokal; he’ll take much more pleasure from a long, solitary walk than a giant party. Despite the lack of thumbs, he also enjoys activities like gardening and making art; the difficulty and slowness required for a being like him to do such things is a plus, not a negative.

In terms of food, he enjoys subtle, nuanced flavors. Tokal is a vegetarian for moral reasons, and thus will always choose a simple plate of greens over the most savory piece of meat.

For companions, Tokal prefers those that share more of his moral views. However, he is often amused and intrigued by how others react to situations. Thus he’ll often sit on the sidelines of conversations, preferring to “people watch”.

Dislikes: If there’s one thing that absolutely shatters Tokal’s calm, it’s love. He gets confused and irritated at how it affects people, including him. Thus he shuns flirtation and courtship, and will become annoyed at those who try to woo him.

Tokal also despises violence; he strives to be a pacifist in all situations. Sharp words and violent action are antithetical to his worldview.

He also hates food that is too spicy or sweet. How can one be a living embodiment of peace when they’re hopped up on sugar?

History/Background:

In a land that is not our own, a child was born.

To describe the world he lived in is pointless; how can one tell of a color never seen, or a touch never felt? Suffice to say that it was an alien world, in the truest sense of the word- a world where the sky is the earth and color flows like water through the land. It would be easier to describe how the child lived in the world.

The child’s name was Tokal, a name given not by parents but by an order of monks to which the newborn child was delivered to. Tokal’s parents did not give him up out of desire, but need- they were too young, too inexperienced to raise a family. Such is a story that has been told time and time again. But this is not that story- this is Tokal’s.

Tokal grew up with the monks, never once seeing or meeting his parents. He instead learned the art of meditation, of peace and inner calm. On the outside, he was a model student-attentive to his studies, mindful of his teachers. The only worry his mentors had was for the female students who were less attentive to their own studies when he as around.

Their fears were unfounded, though- Tokal never once returned their advances. For inside him bitterness lurked, a hatred directed at one object- love.

That bitter seed had been planted when Tokal was quite young. He had been in the monastery courtyard with the head monk, Anastor. It was spring, and the world was washed in pastel to welcome new life. They were planting the year’s new crops. Anastor was dutifully digging holes in the fluid ground to plant the seedlings, while Tokal helped- or, more correctly, wagged his tail and giggled as the plants curled and wiggled over his paws.

The little one looked up. “Anastor, do plants have parents?”

Anastor stopped digging and looked down at the sky, smiling faintly. “Yes, Tokal. All things must come from something else.”

Tokal rolled over onto his back, looking thoughtfully up at the older monk. “Then why don’t I have parents?”

The smile vanished, and Anastor looked away from the pup for a moment. “You do, little one. They brought you here the day you were born.”

“Why?”

Anastor’s ears twitched back. “Your parents were young, Tokal. They weren’t ready to have a family yet.” He sighed. “They were in love. They loved each other so much it blinded them to what it meant to actually raise a child. So they had to give you up. But they loved you, Tokal, you must understand that.”

Tokal’s ears drooped for a moment, then he scrunched up his face and barked, “But that doesn’t help! They loved and they gave me away!” He stood up, tail dragging forlornly on the ground. “Love. Stupid love,” he muttered. Then he looked over at the plants. They didn’t love, he knew that. They just grew, and did what they had to do. Love didn’t interfere with their lives. His eyes stung, and little droplets floated from his face. “I hate love!” And away he ran.

“Tokal!” called the head monk. Then he sighed, and went back to planting the seeds, knowing he had just planted one inside the heart of the little pup.

Art: –WIP-
Other: Sorry for the long form!

[pancreas]

I am looking to adopt and love forever...


What would you do if your best friend was a figment of your imagination?
Kennel numbers: P137 & F65
Names: Kalik & Isla
Breeds: Ethiopian wolf & Spirit/Undetermined canine
Why do you want these animals?: WIP
What will you do for them? WIP
Personality:
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Likes: WIP
Dislikes: WIP
History/Background:

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
On pillars of salt and pillars of sand

"Kalik, quickly! This way! Come on, hurry!" Mother was ahead of me, battling her way through a tangle of undergrowth and leaving an easy path for me to gallop along in her wake. She called me again, louder this time, and in reply I sped up, my paws thumping out a steady rhythm against the hard-packed dirt below them. All around me, the animals of the forest seemed as if they're holding their breath as we passed, because apart from the sounds of Mother and I made, our surroundings were deathly quiet. Or maybe everyone was just Gone here, as well. Licking my lips nervously, I slowed down a little, my ears flicking back and forth as I listen. And then I heard it. The loud, staccato-call of a startled bird, quickly silenced, but the noise brought me comfort all the same. As long as birds still live in the trees, They have not yet entered that part of the forest. "Kalik! You must hurry! We spent too long by the river, They will certainly be nearing us now! Quickly, child, quickly!"
"Mother, I don't think They have come into this part of the woods. I just heard a bird. Do you think They have lost our trail?" It didn't take me long to reach Mother, as she'd stopped to catch her breath while she waited for me. She shook her head slowly, turning her gaze on the area around them. "No, they are here. Listen again, and open up your ears properly this time. You heard a frightened bird, yes?" I nodded once in answer, and she pursed her lips and continued, "I heard the same thing. A frightened bird. And then silence. Listen. Do you hear anything now? Anything at all?" Mother broke off, giving me chance to do as she told me. I raised my head and listened, really listened. With a growing sense of dread in the pit of my stomach, I realised she was right. Again. The frightened bird had been one small, brief sound in a forest that was otherwise devoid of all life. Except us. I gulped.

Mother stepped towards me, lowering her voice to a hoarse whisper. That was the only thing that gave away her fear - how strained she sounded - other than that, she definition of calm. "I believe they are closer than we think. Tell me, Kalik, did you hear where the bird was?"
I cast my mind back hurriedly, thinking, "No more than two hundred yards away..." A ice-cold fist seized my heart in an iron grip. "But Mother--!"
"Which means they are closer now. A lot closer. We must go ahead as quiet as mice, even quieter than mice, yes? Don't speak, don't breath loudly, watch where you step. They will find us soon. I must find a place to perform the spell. To keep you safe. You must be safe, Kalik. I will not Go until you are safe." With that she turned away, her ears pricked and her eyes alert. I drew in a shuddering breath - each one felt like my last - and followed her as best I could, making sure I avoided twigs and dry leaves and kept my breathing as shallow as I could manage. We carried on in this fashion for a while, I cannot say how long exactly, before Mother turned right down a winding little deer-path. The hoofed mammals had long since Gone from the forest, but only recently, so Mother and I passed down the trail without encountering any bramble crawling across it. The path ended in a circular clearing ringed with towering pine trees. The grassy floor was littered with huge, hulking rocks that looked like sleeping monsters, but I was not fooled. Even monsters would not dare sleep in a forest stalked by Them.

"This will have to do." Mother murmured, moving across the grass to take refuge behind one of the massive rocks. Shooting a glance around the clearing, I followed her without a word. They were not here yet, but it was only a matter of time. "Kalik, come. Lie down beside me," I hesitated for a moment and looked up at me from where she sat on the grass, "Quickly, Kalik, you must! You are the only hope we have." Shaking, I lay down where she told me to, my head pressed onto my paws. "Why?" I whispered, raking my eyes over the trees in front and above me, drinking them in; every leaf; ever branch; every trunk; every root. The trees would still be here when I was gone. And when Mother was Gone. "Because I am too old. You are the only one who can do this Kalik, and I have great faith in you. Everyone had great faith in you. You will succeed, I know it."
I turned my eyes to her, feeling them fill with unwanted tears, "How do you know? I'm not strong, or fast, or cunning..."
"No," She admitted with a rueful smile, "But you are my son. You are clever, and brave, and kind. You will succeed." Closing my eyes, I swallowed. I had to be brave for her and the rest of the pack. I would succeed. I would survive, and I would free Mother, my pack, and the rest of the world from Them. Thinking about it like that turned made my stomach roll sickeningly. I didn't have a chance. But I had to try.

I heard Them first. Mother was fussing around me, smoothing down my ruffled fur and pulling thorns from my coat when I heard Them. They slithered and hissed as they entered the clearing. Slither and hiss. I heard Them! I sucked in a gasp, and Mother stiffened as she heard Them, too. I watched her closely as she stood up, still hidden behind the rock, and mouthed at me, "Close your eyes." I simply stared at her, terror and horror and grief threatening to swallow me whole. Mother must have seen it in my eyes, because she bent down and pressed her muzzle to mine, "You will be safe, Kalik. I promise you that. No harm will come to you while you are under this spell."
"But you won't be. You won't be safe." I half whispered, half cried. Mother had no answer to that. She straightened up, raised her head skywards, and began to pray. At first I tried to listen to what she was saying, but I couldn't hear her. They could though. And I could hear Them. Slither. Hiss. Slither. Hiss.
They were getting closer.

"Mother!" I choked out, trying to talk around my heart in my throat.
Slither. Hiss. Slither. Hiss.
Mother turned to me, a sudden gleam in her eyes. "Close your eyes, Kalik." She instructed, no longer whispering. I did as I was told. I didn't need eyes to know what was happening around me.
Slither. Hiss. Slither. Hiss!
I heard Mother's soft footfalls as she paced around me in a tight circle. I clenched my jaw against the urge to cry out, to howl, to snarl, to fight Them off. I fought the urge to save Mother and instead lay on the ground, listening.
Slither. Hiss. Slither! Hiss!
Mother came to a stop in front of my head and began to chant in a clear, high voice.
“Spete moyata sladka , spi
Potopete se v kolebliv dryamka
Che nyama da se sŭbudi
Mechtata mi sladkata mechta
I kogato opasnostta e preminala
Ti shte bŭdesh , za da spasi vsichki ni!”
Slither. Hiss! Slither! Hiss!
“Vzemete go, Gospodi na mechtite! Vzemi go, da go nosyat i da go bezopasno! Idi sega!” Mother finished her chant with a gasp, and then she dropped to the ground beside me, “I love you, Kalik. Never forget that.”
Slither! Hiss! Slither! Hiss!
Mother shuddered, and then let out an terrible cry. My eyes flew open, but I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t save her! I could only watch in wordless horror as she smiled at me one last time, her form becoming paler and more ghost-like by the second. “I love you!” She mouthed, and then my Mother was Gone. I wanted to cry but I couldn’t, I could do nothing except watch. In the corner of my vision, something crept, slithered. Towards me.
Slither! Hiss! Slither! Hiss!
The last memory I had was of my eyes locking gaze with those horrible, horrible eyes. And then I was gone.
Slither. Hiss. Slither. Hiss.

Dream dream, even for a little while
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away, radiate

"Well, Isla, I do believe you found him in the nick of time!" The voice came from behind a stack of jars filled with an array of substances. Isla ducked her head and trotted inside the cave, following the owner of the voice. "I think--" Grandfather Tomas broke off to eye a red liquid for a moment before he continued, "--that if you hadn't found him when you had, hmm, there would have been little chance of him surviving. That was a nasty fall. That he survived is nothing short of a miracle. The fact that he has no broken bones, only a few sprains and bruises, well... that is a miracle."
"I think it might have done something to his head though." Isla wrinkled up her face as she glimpsed her distorted reflection in one of the jars, "He keep shouting things. Grandmother Ophelia had to give him something to make him go to sleep. He wouldn't shut up." Grandfather Tomas looked up sharply from the jar of milky-blue liquid he had been inspecting. "And what was he saying?"
Isla shrugged, "It didn't really make much sense. Something about his mother. And he kept saying them. Them, them, them. Over and over. And "they're here" and "she's gone"." Isla shook her head wearily. The wolf was crazy.
Grandfather Tomas turned away too fast for Isla to note his expression. He seized the handle of the jar containing the milky-blue liquid in his jaw and then hurried back the way they'd come. Isla sighed and took off after him, "Where are we going?" She called, "The wolf is still asleep."
"We're going to wake him up." Grandfather Tomas mumbled around the handle in his mouth.

When they reached the mouth of the cave that the wolf was sleeping in, Isla paused, uncertain. Grandfather Tomas carried on without her. Peering into the dimness of the cave, she could just make out the wolf's form, seeming small and shrunken beside Grandfather Tomas' tall frame. "Isla, I need your light," Grandfather Tomas spoke with his back to her as he leant over the sleeping wolf, "Come closer. You're doing no one any good out there." Hesitantly, Isla took one step, and then another and another, until she was stood beside them both. The glowing markings on her face, back and tail instantly brightened in the dark cave, lighting the space with a light blue hue. "That's better," Grandfather Tomas murmured, but she could see that his concentration was elsewhere, "Now could you come and hold his head?" Isla did as she was told, sitting back on her haunches so that she could balance the wolf's head in between her front paws. Grandfather Tomas lifted up the jar again and angled the stream of liquid directly into the wolf's mouth.

For a while nothing happened, as Isla continued to hold the wolf's head while Grandfather Tomas fussed around his mouth, making sure that he had swallowed all of the milky-blue liquid. Finally, Grandfather Tomas stood, "Stay here. I'll be back in a moment." Isla's protests went unheard, as he took the jar and made a hasty exit, heading back to his cave. Grumbling under her breath, Isla placed the wolf's head down gently and moved to sit beside him, where he could easily see her once he woke up. A few more seconds passed, but just as Isla was beginning to doubt Grandfather Tomas' potion, the wolf gave a great cough, and his eyelids fluttered open.

Art: I will buy lots of art of them if I win them. <3
Other: Mother’s chant translation (it’s in Bulgarian, but I used Google Translate, so no doubt it’s not perfect):
Sleep my sweet one, sleep
Sink into a fitful slumber
One that you will not wake
Dream my sweet one, dream
And when danger has passed
You will be the one to save us all!
Take him, Lord of Dreams! Take him, carry him and keep him safe! Go now!

[grisly bear]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number: F65
Name:
Narkissos;
after the beautiful hunter of Greek lore. He was incredibly proud, and disdained those who loved him. Nemesis (the personification of divine revenge) realized this and attracted him to a pool where he saw his own reflection in the water and fell in love with it, not realizing it was merely an image. Unable to leave the beauty of his reflection, Narkissos died.

Breed:
An unknown ethereal canine.
It wasn't specified, if the donor does make a species I will change it to that.

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I want him due to his beautiful design. It's lovely, and incredibly inspiring (it reminds me of a bird of paradise and the James Cameron Avatar, haha).
I'll most likely use him in 1x1 roleplays. However, I will also secure him a spot in the character thread I'm currently revamping; draw and order art of him; perhaps even write about him; adore him; and most likely get him a mate.

Personality:
Narkissos is what most would expect from a monster (at least to a degree).
He is easily insulted and very aggressive. He doesn't accept simple criticism. Rather than dealing with it, he reacts with anger, shame, and humiliation. There has been many times where someone points out a flaw and is lashed at, called crude and mean things - or even attacked.
He's often considered incredibly selfish, and looks out only for himself. Can anyone truly blame him? It's a dog eat dog world, and he intends to survive it... Regardless of the price. However, it's often small things that he does; such as not asking permission before he commits to an action, or not doing something he said he would.
Ambitious is a nice way to say something not-so-nice. He willingly abuses his peers and 'friends' in order to get towards his goals. Even if it's someone he truly does have a soft spot for, he -will- crush them if they get in the way of his dreams.
Narkissos is incredibly vain. He over-exaggerates his own importance, achievements, and talents. He's constantly pursuing unrealistic fantasies of success, beauty, power, intelligence, or romance. He's obsessed with himself, really. With that vanity comes a sense of entitlement. He deserves the best simply because he's himself.
Although he can't tell, and most can't either with his false confidence, he's incredibly insecure. He requires constant attention and praise from others, much like a child. Almost constantly, he's envious of someone who's doing better in life than he is; or, he feels as if others should be jealous of him because they can never be him.
He's -very- violent. When unsure of what to do, he resorts to violence. And why not? It has worked for him his whole life.
Empathy is something he lacks. He could never connect the terrible things he's done to how it effects people. He doesn't even recognize the needs of others. Perhaps he's simply in denial, and unwilling to accept that others feel things. Perhaps he simply doesn't understand. Who knows?

While clearly not an outstanding being, Narkissos isn't completely terrible.
He can be generous, and even reasonable, if there's something he likes. He's willing to negotiate, and set terms; while they may not always be fair for the other person, it's much better than death.
While it's rare, sometimes he seems to come back to reality. Sometimes he realizes what he has done. However, usually when this happens he quickly hides from his feelings and blames the victim... or the first person in his life.

Likes:
There are plenty of things Narkissos enjoys. One of his person favourites is going to a corporeal form and eating fruits. Sweet, juicy, sticky fruits like mangoes are the ones he goes after; although strawberries, watermelon, and blueberries are held close to his heart.
He likes innocent souls. It's mildly disgusting, but he claims that they taste the best.

Flowers, wild flowers to be exact, have always been something he marveled at. They're so beautiful and delicate looking, yet incredibly resilient. They endure cold winters, Summer droughts, and more. In fact, they're one of the few things he refuses to use in a negative way.

Bright colours and beautiful things in general are something he has a soft spot for Even if he holds weak beautiful creatures in some disdain, he can't help but appreciate their appearance.

Dislikes:
Narkissos really dislikes

History/Background:


Art: –WIP-
Other:

Huge WIP so far. :'D

[JerseyDusk]

I am looking to adopt and love...
Picture:

Kennel number:
P38
Name:
Pandora :.: Pan

Gender:
Female :.: Mare :.: ♀

Breed:
American Paint Horse

Why do you want this animal?
I was silently stalking this thread with my sister when this girl was first put up. I vividly remember that my sister went for her but didn't get here. She was thoroughly disappointed; as she gave her all in. Looking back know I see the flaws in her form, but what can I say it was her first. Ever since then I have wondered what happened to the mystical paint horse.
Since then I have made and thrown away many horse designs. I have always had one in my head though. She was a friend of my second fursona, Merci. Her name was Pandora; as I had her assocciated with the Greek Pandora; who was given a box as a gift by Zeus. As she opened the box curiously, all the evils of the world escaped; leaving hope in the box. It is undetermined if the Hope left is good or bad. I had her whole design and meaning with me worked out. Although, I was new to characters then and the original Pandora never sufficed.
And the other day when I returned to Pound of Hope to read the new posts; my jaw dropped. I couldn't believe that she; the beautiful paint had appeared out of thin air. I understand why the donater re-donated her; I myself have had to make those kinds of decisions. I just truely couldn't believe she was back after this long.

What will you do for it?:
I will first of all give Pandora a page on my character site to display her art, and stories. I would make sure she got plenty of love through ordering and drawing art of her. Also I am making a comic traditionally and thinking about making it digital; I would most certainly include her in it; as I am including the majority of my equine characters. Pan would also be my fursona Sorrow's best friend; from her foal-hood and again in adulthood. I would also add one and only one accessorie to her; A key on a necklace, symbolizing the greek myth 'Pandora's Box'. I would do everything in my power to balance her with my other characters with art and such but she would be a main character since she has pulled a heartstring of mine; ever since the day she was first donated, back in the old thread.

Personality:
One could describe Pandora as the faithful and always-there-even-if-she-doesn't-want-to-be, friend. She is kind to everyone; and that means everyone. Pan is the kind that will forgive and forget; ending up in her being caring and considerate to everyone. Along with being the considerate one; she is always there for those who need help. If one of her friend's needs help with a stallion she's defiently willing to give them advice. Or if a trouble-maker is out for some trouble; she'll go along with just to make sure they come out alive. It's in times of need and times with out that you can count on Pandora.
If you get the chance to get her when she isn't worrying or anxious. You will find that she isn't that good of a girl either. Pan is quite the trouble-maker herself; but perhaps thats why she always tags along. Not only to make sure the other doesn't get hurt, but to have some fun as well. This is the side she doesn't show to often and lets just about nobody know about.

Likes:
♥ - Foals
♥ - Clover
♥ - The Stars
♥ - Mysterys
♥ - Keys
♥ - Her Friends
♥ - Her Herd
♥ - Macho and Manly Studs
♥ - Her Mother and Father

Dislikes:
ϟ - Lightning
ϟ - Betrayers/Abadoners
ϟ - Total Darkness
ϟ - Locks without the Key
ϟ - Bullies
ϟ - The eyes of predators

Theme Song:
Lights - Ellie Goulding

History/Background:
"Keep it safe. That key will open doors that none other can."

"Isn't that the point of a key? To only open one door?"

"True but this one will take you to a place like no other. This one will lead you to me. You must keep it safe. Understand?"

"Yes daddy."

The small black and white foal snuggled close to her sire as he placed the silver key on a thin silver chain around her neck. The night was gently slipping away, and the foal was growing tired. As the little filly drifted to sleep, her father whispered in her ear.

"I love you and remember the key will find me."

When the filly woke in the morning her father was gone and never seen again.

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ah! that paint horse Rosslin designed is back <3 i was totally in love with that design when she was first here, i'll definitely be going for her this round