Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Pharaoh]

-removed-

Never mind, I won't go for her.

[EarthStar]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 2
Picture:
Name: Tristesse {"sad" in french}
Species: Griffin
Personality: Very introverted exept to her very close friends, has very deep emotions, thinks things through very well, loving, kind, holds a limited interest in poetry. {see story and likes and dislikes}
Likes: Being solitary, time alone, drifting, thinking, listening to music, flying, nighttime, cold weather, rain, vanilla ice cream, flowers, fireflies, moonstones, dancing, singing, crystals, the songs "fireflies" & "vanilla twilight" by Owl City.
Dislikes: Loud noise, being too open towards others, sun & warmth.
Background: {taken from a bio of another character in another thread that i didn't win and edited it because i felt Tristessse had a similair personality.}
Tristesse is a very calm & quiet Griffin. She loves to sit alone at night under the stars watching the fireflies dance. She has a very nice singing voice too, and will often sing to herself quiet & sad songs. She's secretly in love with another Griffin living nearby, but is too shy and afraid to tell him. She was born in the month of May at midnight on the night of a full moon giving her supposedly "healing" powers. Even when she was young and her mother became ill she gathered up a small bunch of herbs she had never even seen before to give to her mother. Suprisingly enough, they worked! Tristesse loves flowers, moonstones, crystals, fireflies, night, helping creatures & relaxing. She's extremely mellow unless she is completley terrified. She's always been a bit of an outcast because she has a hard time eating meat. She feels sorry for the creatures that are supposed to be her food. So she doesn't always eat as much as she should, and sometimes tries to eat a few plants. She's very loving though. If she ever gives birth she will love her young unconditionally and have a hard time letting them go. She will shower them with praise and blindly kill anything they wish to eat. She can drift though. Since she's a true drifter at heart she tends to move from place to place and sometimes will draw back from life and reflect on things for some time before coming back to reality. If she does this when her kits are around they may have to fend for themselves for a few days. As for her three scars on her hind leg, those came from when she had to move away from a very close friend of hers. It killed her so much she cut herself to rid herself of the excrusiating pain she was going through. Her friend, hivernal mélomane {winter music} was basically her life, she was not Tristesse's girlfriend or anything. (Tristesse isn't gay) but a very close friend that meant the world to her.
Why I Want Her: Tristesse will bee a very special character to me, she reminds me of a hard time in my life and her markings reflect that so perfectly. She will always be very treasured and loved. <3
I might draw her a picture if i get around to it. I have exams coming up though, and a big end of the year party, and a horse clinic...

[Shinka Arue]

DONATION!
Picture:
Name:Celeste,can be changed
Species:horse
Link to lineart:Drawn by -3B-
Any extra conditions?:
She isn't your fursona.
credit -3B-for the design.


Note:3B designed it,gave it to me,and I don't want it anymore:)

[versicolor]

I would like to adopt!
Number: Number 9
Picture:

Name: Falling Angel
Species: Siberian Indian Dog [Siberian Husky x Native American Indian Dog]
Personality: Falling Angel is a quiet and pessimistic pup. He rarely ever talks and when he does, it's always something negative. No matter how hard he tries, he can only see things as the glass half empty. He's got a few self esteem issues as he is always trying to be as good and loved as his "perfect" sister. To others he may seem withdrawn and depressed, which is true for the most part. Sometimes Falling Angel will randomly go into uncontrollable episodes of blind anger and rage which often end up in hurting or killing other creatures.
Likes: Falling Angel prefers to be alone because whenever he was with someone, they would usually just talk about how perfect and pure his sister was. All he would ever hear every day was how he should be more like Rising Angel and how he was too depressing to be around, so he isolated himself and won't let others talk to him. If another canine tries to talk to him, he'll usually give them a cold shoulder. He also has a liking for peace and quite. It allows him to think deeply and feel calm, which prevents the fits of rage. Falling Angel is very fond of rain as well. He likes the feeling of the cool liquid against his skin and splashing through the puddles. He would rather be awake at night as he finds daytime too bright and happy. He's quite the night owl and spends a lot of his time awake stargazing and thinking.
Dislikes: Falling Angel isn't too fond of his sister Rising Angel. She's considered the "perfect" child while he is considered the one that went wrong. It's not like she treats him nicely either. She usually just goes along with what their parents' opinion is, making him dislike her even more. He's always in a grumpy mood when she is around. Falling Angel absolutely hates loud noises and screeching sounds as they provoke him and the likely hood of an episode of anger is high. He doesn't really enjoy being awake during the day either as he finds it too cheerful and sunny. He doesn't like company and tries his best to ignore anyone throwing to address him.
Background:
A picture you drew:

[Major WIP]

[HECKINHECK]

Part. 1
I would like to adopt!
Number: #8
Picture:
Name: Rising Angel
Species: Winged Wolf.
Personality: She's a very loving girl, if some1 gets hurt or down shes always there to comfort them!
Likes: She loves to take flight in dawn, She also likes to wear her strawberry scented perfume!She loves to eat strawberries after her flights! Wen it's night fall, she loves to watch the stars and the beautiful moon that shines in the night sky. Her favorite song is B.o.B- Airplanes (ft. Hayley Williams). Her favorite holiday is Valentines Day!She also likes Sunny days!
Dislikes: Insects, getting her fur dirty, getting wet(Rainy days), scary movies. She has a big hatred in mean, careless, and hurtful bullies.
Background: She was born in the dawn light, as a little pup, she thought she was so different from other wolves. She had wings, and other wolves didn't. Her fur was red and bright pink, patterned by white markings, but the other wolves she saw had white or gray fur. She was so unwanted by each pack she came up against! Sadly, she wonders into a dark forest! Now that shes deep into the heart of the forest, she finally realized she was lost! Hungrily she wondered on, and spotted a bush!

"STRAWBERRIES!!!" she gasped.

Then Munching down as many strawberries she can she saw saw an injured pup looking just like her!

Now that's where the Real Story begins...!
A picture you drew: I'm pretty new to computer art, so none that I can think of! D:


IS STILL EDITING PART TWO!
I would like to adopt!
Number: #9
Picture:
Name: Falling Angel
Species: Winged Wolf.
Personality: He is very stubborn, mean and careless.(Hes a total opposite of his sister.) He likes to be alone most of the time. He usually gets along with is his sister, Rising Angel, but still doesn't like her.
Likes: He likes to be an loner, he's usually really active during twilight. He likes to munch on blackberries and
Dislikes: People that disturbs him,
Background: He was chasing
A picture you drew: No... D8

[Ranua]

Hmmm, Id better work on my form. XP

[crazy cranky critter]

WIP WIP WIP WIP

I would like to adopt!

Number: 7

Picture:

Name: A Million Moons (also known as I AM or Amy)

Species: Canine of sorts

Personality: Odd, lonesome, thoughtful and shy

Likes: Philosophy, stars, the moon and pineforests

Dislikes: Loud noises, self centered wolves and the vast majourity of the male gender.

Background:
I was born like all lowly wolves, in a cave, in the cold, in the dark, in a horrendous storm. Why I was put on this world I do not know. I also had one more problem: I was born with no eyes. Sure, wolves are not born with open eyes but mine were completely non existant. The only trace that I was supposed to have eyes where I had nothing was small slits with red stripes over them in the shape of a Z.
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My brother laughed as soon as his eyes opened and saw me. "Haha, what a freak. Amy has no eyes! Shes so forgetful she probably left them behind somewhere!" I hated him. I growled and snapped. "Poor Amy will never see a fierce warrior like me dart at her!" he cooed. I growled lowly, baring my little needle teeth. "Very funny!" I said, snapping at his nose. I sensed the air flowing wide around his face as he jumped back. "Big nose!" I laughed.
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Half a year since All The Stars' eyes opened he was wondering around outside. My mother was no better. I felt her gaze burning me. "Because of your eyes you can't go outside, you won't be able to spot un-smellable dangers like cliffs!" I leaned towards her. I was mad. VERY mad. "Its not my eyes! I don't even have eyes! What you mean is because of my lack of eyes! And sometimes eyes make you blind..." I finished with a hiss. I felt my way back to the den then angrily dropped into my nest. Enraged thoughts zoomed through my head. What does she know. Her eyes blind her to other senses! I can smell better, hear better, taste better, feel better.... GRRR. I then imagined having eyes, the world smelt beautiful, especiallt the pines near by.
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When I was three I finally, finally managed to pursuade my silly mother to allow me to go out into the forest. My brother "Atty" as my mother called him had to lead me because I might "Accidentally walk into something." I ran ahead of him, trying to get away from his venomous mouth. "BLACH!" I growled as I stood in something warm, wet and smelly. Mice! There must be mice! I caught the scent of a mother mouse, hopefully with juicy young ones. "AMY?" Atty had come up behind me. I felt his gaze flash around. "What cha catchin?" he laughed. I growled then ran off. I soon found a hollow under a pine tree. Reaching my nose in I found the perfect snack. I chose to eat what I found, Atty didn't need any more energy to waste and my mother would have caught something for herself. I ran back to Atty with a smug look on my face. "Lets go exploring!" I yelped.
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That was the worst mistake of my life. With his poor sense of placing my brother got lost and came home a day after me. He blamed me and I had to stay home for a month. In this time I spent many hours sharpening my senses.
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It was an ordinary morning and I headed out with my brother Atty. By now we were ten. We were in the woods when suddenly a huge white wolf growled. I screamed. I had never ever seen anything and the brightness pierced me. I thought I was dreaming for I could not see. "What you goin' scremin' at?" Atty snapped. "That!" I yelped, pointing. "I don't see nothin' so you shush!" he spat in my face. I drooped my head. The white wolf had blood on its mouth. It was shaking a tail violently in its mouth. How did it get that? It turned and charged at Atty. "Look out!" I yelped. "Huh?" I could sense his confusion. Suddenly the vision vanished, the blurr that was Atty's presance, the wonderful white wolf , everything! Atty shrieked and darted off, I ran after him. My vision came back, the forest was fulling with blood. My paw sank deep in a puddle of it. I yelled. "It killed mother!" and I was right, it had. Atty stumbled and fell right next to her. She was lifeless as far as I could smell. The white wolf chasing us howled then ran off. That night we sat together, our coats got soaked in blood before being drenched in tears.
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My mind shot open (as my eyes could not). "This is not mother!" I said in a trance like way. Atty stared at me from his surveying spot. I felt crazy but I knew it was not. "This is father...." I trailed off. What was I saying... how did I know this? "Or... its our sister, our older sister." I yelped. Atty stared at me then it. "Spose it has your face, only with..." he trailed off, for the first time seeming to have some respect. "Eyes." I finished in barely a whisper. "We have been left alone in this world. Mother ran while she died... we must go now, never come back." I muttered. Now looking back on this event I must have seemed like some mindless fool.


A picture you drew: OPTIONAL! This will only get you extra credit. You still have to write the rest of the form. COLORED IN LINEART IS NOT ACCEPTABLE. IT HAS TO BE ART YOU DREW FROM SCRATCH.

[Ranua]

Ummm, why did you post a donation form at the front of your entry? 0.o

[c00kieguirl]

CCC you only had to fill one form

EDIT:

Weird situation deletes last comment

[Ranua]

I think their still editing cookie. xD