Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[The Sky's The Limit]

MEADOW!!

When you finish can I critique for you? (haha, I'm so bored I'm doing random critiques XD)

[Atwood]

Meadow, you should probably edit your form to have the word 'adopt' at the top, since that's the keyword I use to find the forms. ;3 I did a trial run with the search, and it doesn't pick up 'adopting' when I search 'adopt'. I probably wouldn't miss your form since I know you've applied for the horse and could pick it up manually, but just to be on the safe side it would be a good idea to add it in. :3

[alas,]

I would like to adopt!

Number :: 3

Picture ::

Name :: Kiewjo

Species :: Indian Wolf, Canis lupus pallipes.

Personality :: He is a wounded soul, he always hides from others and shivers at the sight of another being. He can sense beings if they're too close for him, his ears begin to ring. He isn't very cheerful, he's just calm and doesn't made quick movements. It's said by animals who've caught sight of him that he never smiles; this is not true. It's just, for him, there's nothing to smile about. There is never any animal there to cheer him on.
He is often mistaken for a mute, but he just prefers not to speak.
He is scared easily, so decides to stay away from the majority of things except doves. He is assured by white doves and feels peaceful when around them.
I have been able to follow him at a swell pace, he often knows I'm here, but doesn't seem to mind. He lets me watch him when the moon is full. The moon is like the doves, as well.
When he is near doves or out in the moonlight, he becomes stronger so to speak, more courageous. I envy this, but only smile solemly hoping that one day he'll smile back.
He is also very intelligent. It's like a over-average (in smarts) human has turned into an Indian wolf... He knows that muddy water can make him sick, so he leaves rocks in the sun all day to heat them up, and carries them quickly to any water eroded rock to place them, and then laps up water, and spits it back out there, heating up the bacteria until most of it has died. Then he drinks. When he does this, I watch in amazement.

Likes :: The moon and doves. They calm him. When he is upset or afraid, he'll wait until he senses doves or knows a full moon is coming, and will sneak out of an abandoned den to soak up the moonlight, or listen to the sound of the cooing birds.
Water. I have observed him diving in it or digging holes leading to a river or pond to lay in. I'll say, he's much smarter than any of my passed away canines. He envys water like I envy him. It's like he wishes he could be like it. The gleam in his eye is very noticable when he stares at the liquid.
Vegetation. He eats vegetation more than anything. Aren't wolves supposed to be carnivores? Well, he eats berries and flowers like some crazy rabbit. He'll also feed on mice when he can find one with me stalking him. With his love of water, he won't dare eat a fish, I'm guessing he thinks it will mess up the eco-system.
Wind. When we are near canyons and such, he tends to try and find a little peak to stand on. He'll close his eyes and lean forwards like he was about to jump. He'd open one eye occasionally to check on me to see if I was doing anything displeasing to him. He would stand there and let the wind ruffle his beautifully designed fur. I wonder time to time if they're natural, or if somebody painted them on him like a permanent tatoo...

Dislikes :: Interaction with others. I simply know he hates it. He won't even bark at me, let alone let me touch him. He just eyes me as if he's making sure I don't charge at him. Maybe it was he past life, I'm guessing it is.
Meat. Wolves are supposed to eat meat, right? I really thinking about walking to him while he's asleep to see if he's alright, but the last time I did such a thing, I had bite marks on my hand for three weeks. Whenever he eats mice, he makes a crooked expression and then swallows as if it kills him. I think his taste buds are out of whack.
Lots of noise. One time, we ran into a herd of elk. Well, they began to run towards us. I was able to jump out of the way then tuck and roll into the trees, but Keiwjo stood still like a block of ice. I screamed unconsiously and he flinched and looked my way. I gave him pleading eyes, and then he began to dig. He dug a hole very fast, and hopped in it while elk began to lunge over top of it. Once they all left, he was flinching and began to whimper. I never spoke near him again, for I feared the noise would frighten him off, and I would never see him again.

Background :: I watched the wolf swim in the motionless river solemnly. He kept his head half under the water like an alligator. He was lurking in the dark waters bathing his matted coat. He was stalking nothing but the fading moonlight. It was renewing to him, you could tell by the calm expression that hung on his face, a rare sight to see of the Indian wolf.
I, Drake Fornay, observe this wolf known as Kiewjo. I am lucky, for all animals are not capable of such things. He will not let them near him, he is too feared to. He runs off without slowing down until the next mile or so. I must work hard to keep up with his long legs.
The animals think he cannot talk or smile. Well, lies they are. This wolf can talk perfectly fine, yet decides not to. He can bark and howl just like any other wolf yet he despises loud noises, and will not let himself do so. I know he can smile, if an animal can move their muzzle, they are perfect enabled to throw a grin here and there, yet Kiewjo has nothing to beam about.
Kiewjo swam to the bank of the river carefully, afraid he’d scare fish away. I am rather sure that he thinks they’re a holy animal; he won’t dare to go near one, let alone touch one. He trudged along the sandy ground and shook out his fur. He padded along to his current den and stood on top of it. It was a large rock surrounded by land, except below it was a miniature cave-like space, large enough for him to rest in.
The small winds blew out the excess water from his beige fur and the calm look came to his face again. He loved wind as well. He let it kiss his face and swarm his body unlike any other creature. The wind was his master, and he was its servant. It made me think he was the ruler of air; but so many crazy things float through my brain.
Kiewjo stood tall for a long period of time before his pelt was rather dry so dirt didn’t stick to his fur. He plopped himself down with a huff and laid his head on his dirty paws. He licked them clean and eyed me. As far as I knew, I was the only one he let follow him. He would even wait for me when I lagged behind.
“Kiewjo, I must rant. It is ranting day,” I began, chuckling very softly. He repositioned himself and lifted his head up. He watched me intently waiting for me to speak. I smiled and pictured him smiling back in my head. I dreamed to see his smile one day. “Well, those pesky spiders were all over me last night. I had to keep myself from screaming and frightening you. I hopped up and sat by that tree all night.” I pointed to a close by sequoia. It was very old and it had the height of a sky-scraper. Kiewjo’s ear twitched, making me note that he was listening.
“Well, we’re lucky it didn’t rain,” I scuffed silently. I wanted my words to calm the wolf’s ears, not perturb them. If he ran too far, I would never be able to catch him. My studies on him would be lost, even though I was truly staying with him out of enjoyment. Kiewjo moved his head up and down as if he were nodding. He hopped off the roof of his den and walked inside. I heard him flop on the ground, and that was the end of that. He would soon be asleep if he wasn’t already. I pressed down on the ground and stood up. I searched for my sleeping bag in my backpack and when it was found, I rolled it out in my arms and tossed it on the forest floor.
My sleeping bag is a cheapie. It tears easily, and has millions of tiny holes where bugs crawl through every night. The zipper track broke half way down the side, and now I have to shimmy though the hole at the top of the sleeping bag to get in it. It hardly keeps me warm, and it isn’t very fluffy, so I can feel every single rock and bump below me. I feel like the princess from the book, The Princess and the Pea. I have considered leading Kiewjo to part of the forest that’s close to a city so I can buy a new one, but I know he’d never follow me.
I curl up once I’m in my sleeping bag and fluff my pillow. I spent more on my pillow than the blanket. Once my attempts of getting comfy fail, I doze off happily knowing I’ve fallen asleep, and drift into dreamland until morning.
~~~
I’ve had rude awakenings before, but none like this. A grizzly bear was in out camp scoping out my cooler. I didn’t dare yell; I knew I only hurt myself. I lay silently and whispered hoarsely hoping Kiewjo could hear me.
“Kiewjo, there’s a bear; a big, brown one stealing my food.” The bear didn’t notice me; he was to busy trying to crack the code on opening my cooler. Kiewjo padded out of his den slowly, and noticed the bear. At first, he whimpered, but then and small baby dove hatchling in the tree by the bear caught his attention. He loved doves as well as wind and moonlight. They gave him courage. Kiewjo began to emit a sound deep from his chest. It was a growl, not a very loud one at that, but it was a growl. He bared his teeth and threatened the bear. The grizzly soon noted the wolf snarling at him, and didn’t bother to fight. He had already opened the cooler and snacked on everything inside. Now, this bear was huge; humongous if that. My cooler was pretty big too, it was meant to hold a month’s worth of food. But now, it only held air.
My body shook violently out of fear and I fell back onto my pillow. I was lucky Kiewjo cared about me, or else I’d probably be dead. The wolf snuck over to me slowly and wagged his tail. I hardly noticed, but his tail was moving back and forth for sure. I smiled joyfully and reached out to pat his head. He retreated quickly and stared at me like I was some big dinosaur about to squish him with my foot. I stopped smiling and put my hand down. My head dropped, a sign of weakness, and I didn’t look at him. But out of the corner of my eye, I swear I saw him laugh though I heard nothing.
The next day, we continued our search of a place far away from humans. I figured that’s what he was searching for all along, but what I didn’t get was that fact that he let me come with him. Maybe I was dinner or something for when he got where he wanted to be? I don’t know, but Kiewjo really prefers leaves and mushrooms. Maybe that’s all he can catch with me around, but when he sees a rabbit, he leaves it be unlike my deceased huskies.
This day was my far favorite.
I was lagging behind like most days, when I came to a river. Of course, Kiewjo was already swimming in it, so I took the opportunity to sketch it out. It had a small swirling pool where Kiewjo was paddling along, and the rest of it was a shallow, rocky death stream with white waters and foamy bubbles sizzling at the surface. The Indian wolf with his wonderful patterns stayed clear of this white water stream. I stepped closer to see if there were salmon that needed to be added to my masterpiece, and my foot chose an awful place to rest.
I had put it on a rock in the river being eaten by water. First my foot went then my leg, and then my whole body. Whoosh; and I was swallowed up by the inanimate liquid- water. I flipped and twisted in the terrible water; I felt like a gang had a pet boar and attack me. My life flashed before my eyes until my brain went blank.
Suddenly, and tight grip on my arm nudged at my numb brain. I realized that my head was above water and then coughed up the clear liquid and gasped for air before going back under. Kiewjo was pulling me by my arm keeping me steady in the rushing rapids. We were tossed around like a tennis ball in a tennis game. My head spun and my face burned with the icy mountain water. My body felt dead and my toes felt like they were going to fall off; I figured my boot must have flown off my feet.
“Kiewjo…” I murmured. The wolf’s ears pricked up and his pupils moved to the corner of his eye. My arm was tight in his mouth, and he whimpered. I don’t know how I heard it over that water, but I managed.
My mind was covered in darkness once again, and I blacked out.
~~~
I woke up on the shore in the protecting shade of giant sequoias. I rolled over and coughed up water which ebbed from my lungs. Kiewjo whined for me and tucked his tail behind his legs. I regained my breath and looked at my arm. I was bleeding out of four little holes in my skin. They were bite marks, bite marks that saved my life. My figured at the very least I had a broken leg and vertebra, maybe even my wrist.
“Thank you,” I croaked. Kiewjo thumped his tail and cocked his head. I managed a smile and hoped.
A tiny grin hung from his muzzle and his expression loosened. I let myself smile back for the longest time. My eyes began to droop, and as they did so, Kiewjo scooted closer and closer to my side. I was fast asleep dreaming of an Indian wolf at my side, but maybe I wasn’t dreaming?
I knew he smiled, I knew he always could.
~~~
Years passed since the incident, yet I still have scars from Kiewjo’s grip. I do not wince at the sight of the marks; I simply beam at the wolf that caused them. Now, the canine lets me pat his skull gingerly, sleep with him often, and pet him happily. I enjoy him, and now he enjoys me.
His fear of others has dissipated, but he is still a loner, despite the fact that I journey along his side like a fly stuck in a house. I won’t leave him.
And I know he won’t leave me.

A picture you drew :: I am sketching it out now. <3

[The Sky's The Limit]

Ohai Atwood.

Was my form alright?

[Steffi.]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 5
Picture:
Name: Ciqala (pronounced see-KA-la; means 'My Little One')
Species: Domestic Cat
Personality: She's very quiet and shy. She doesn't really like a lot of people, but once she knows you well, she gets a bit clingy. She doesn't like kits, either. In spite the fact that she is one, she finds that she has different intrests. She likes talking. She does enjoy being cuddled, though since she had a rought first month. Her best friend is Taeser, and nothing will ever change that fact. Her earring is very special since it was her father's before he left, and she never takes it out. She won't let others touch it, not even Taeser. Besides that she's often shy and reserved, she can get very nasty and feisty if provoked. If she doesn't like you, she doesn't like you. She hates it when people point out her smallness, and will probably tear you up pretty badly for just metioning it.
Likes: Taeser, her earring, being by herself, small things, being cuddled. ^^
Dislikes: Large groups of people, loud noises, bullies, tall things, being singled out, being short
Background:

I was wandering the streets alone. I've been finding myself doing that a lot. When Kaycie came, she dragged in a bunch of other creatures, stole my almost-mate, had kit with him and now I'm alone. Even Jack, my best friend, has been playing with other people in our bizzare group. It's not fair. Why do I have to be alone?

Anyway, I was wandering the streets alone when I heard noises from a cat fight. As a cat myself, I know what fun they can be, and they're even more fun to watch. So naturally, I ran over to watch. The bigger cat was the colour of midnight with no moon, and the other was petite, and a bright, vibrant orange like myself. I didn't understand what the fight was about until I saw a small kit behind the orange one. It did not belong to the black one, that was obvious since the kit was orange and sand coloured. In spite that I loved cat fights, they weren't any good when they were over kits. So I jumped into it. I tore up that black cat pretty good, almost as good as when I attacked those dogs for Jack. When I looked over at the orange one, she was licking the kit.

"Please don't take my kit." she said. She was tiny. I could probably kill her in seconds if I wanted to. "I won't." I promised. She continued licking her kit. She stopped breifly and looked up at me. "Thank you. I couldn't have taken that cat." she said, smiling. "I'm Ekila. This is my kit, Ciqala." I smiled at the small thing. It looked so small and breakable. Ciqala was a strange name, but you could say the same thing about Ekila or even Taeser... maybe not Taeser. I smiled. "My name is Taeser. I'm glad I could help. If you need help again, you can ask." she smiled. "How much help can you provide?..." and from then, I became a slave.

Well, maybe not a slave. I was happy to help her. But I did everything, from fought off other cats to finding her food. She was my best friend. And I loved her kit almost as much as she did. I cuddled the kit when Ekila had places to go and soon Ciqala was an even better friend than Ekila. Ciqala was always there and always wanted to listen to my problems and play with me. She didn't care that I was six years older than her. I didn't see any of my other friends hardly. Not even Jack. I didn't need them. I had Ekila, and more importantly, I had Ciqala. Then, she came back.

I was leaving my home to go see Ekila when I heard the sounds of cat fight. I ran to see her, knowing that Ekila was not nearly strong enough to take on anyone. It was the black cat. Ciqala's face was stricken with fear. "Mommy!" she kept yelling. I snarled and the black cat looked at me. Her face was scared for a moment before it hardened again. Ciqala squealed again. I attacked the cat and she pulled out quicker than last time. I growled again as she ran before turning to Ekila and Ciqala. Ciqala was sobbing while cuddling into her mother's neck. Ekila did her best to cuddle the kit, but she was worse than the first day I met her. She looked so fragile and delecate. It reminded me of shattered glass. Ciqala was even worse. She was sobbing so much she practically ran out of tears. She was even hyperventilating a bit. I wanted to cuddle my friend and tell her that her mother was fine and that she would get better. I also didn't want to lie to a kit. So I just sat there and cried with her. Finally, Ciqala climbed into my lap and said, "She's not coming back, is she?" I watched Ekila for a minute or two before saying quietly, "No." I grabbed the kit's scruff and carried her to my house. Both of us were still crying as I walked through the open window of the abandoned apartment.

* * * 6 Months Later * * *

Sometimes I wonder why Ekila had die to prove that Ciqala should have been mine in the first place. I wish that she was still here, but that Ciqala had always been mine, too. We were ment to be friends. She is my very best friend, along as my daughter. My adopted daughter. I take amazing care of her. She has three kits to play with, but she doesn't really like them that much. She's different. She likes to just talk most of the time instead of playing. She the smartest seven-month-old I've even met. And I love her.

A picture you drew:

Just need to draw something... I might now since I'm being lazy. >.>

[Chelz]

Edit: Sorry, I think I'll have to withdraw my form. :c Though I love Mocha, I don't think I'd have the time to really use him.

[The Sky's The Limit]

DONATION!
Picture:
Name: Aurora
Species: Four-Tailed Canine
Link to lineart: viewtopic.php?t=206578
Any extra conditions?: Please keep her female, keep her name, and keep her collar on her. I'd love to see her page or whatever when you adopt her by PM, but that isn't necessary.

[Ranua]

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[Raiyacat]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 5
Picture:
Name: timberfur
Species: cat
Personality: shy, determend, strong, non-talkative
Likes: forests mountains
Dislikes: collors!
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.)
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.

[Pharaoh]

-I'd Like To Adopt-

Name - Sayuri
Number - 11
Gender - Female
Age - 14 years, 7 months, 15 days
Height - 60 cm, about 22 in
Weight - 850 grams, about 2 lbs

Kingdom - Animalia
Phylum - Chordata
Class - Mammalia
Order - Rodentia
Family - Sciuridae
Genus - Petaurista
Species - Petaurista leucogenys
English - Giant Flying Squirrel


Introduction - Hello, and my name's Emma. Emma Lee Lou, to be specific. Yeah, I know, funny name, right? Makes for some great nicknames though! So, what do you call yourself? Oh, that's a primitive name. No matter. I bet you've come to ask about my Dimidium, haven't you? She's been stealing nuts again, hasn't she? No? Oh, well, you're just curious then. I can see you're not from around here. You probably don't even know what a Dimidium is! Well, basically it's your other half. Not like a daemon though, it's not a part of you. Well, not technically, anyway. It's a creature whom you choose to forever be your partner, to stick with you through thick and thin.

Like daemons, they can change shape, but it is extremely tiresome, and can very easily kill them. I'm fairly certain we too could change shape, but not sure how that would work... Anyway, my Dimidium's name is Sayuri, and she's a Giant Flying Squirrel. Funny things they are, as they are neither giant nor squirrel. But she is a flying creature, a rodent to be exact, and she's a lot like me. It's actually very cool, how in tune we are. Though it's no surprise. After all, she is my Dimidium! Wait, you've never seen a Giant Flying Squirrel before? Where do you live, under a rock? Yes? Oh, sorry. Well, I don't mind explaining to you what she looks and acts like. It's probably best anyway, as she's a lot of fun to describe!

Description - Well, first I might as well describe her size. She's roughly twenty-two inches from tail to head, making her a roughly average size. She's tiny, yes, but that doesn't mean she's mighty. Her Dimidium form of Giant Flying Squirrel is about two pounds in weight, which is also the average weight of a meerkat. So, she's not that small. But pretty small indeed. She's a beautiful creature, though, with fur the rich color of dark chestnut. Just on her back, though, for when she spreads her 'wings' and flies, you can see she has an off-white belly, and the undersides of her skin flaps and limbs is a soft, light brownish color.

Her eyes are probably my favorite, though. The softest, sweetest orange possible. As vivid as the sun's great rays. I say as much because I've always loved the gentle gazes she gives me. Probably because out connection is mostly visual, but it might just be they are truly pretty eyes. Her paws are all colored black, and little spots around her eye are the soft brown color. Her face, up to inner sides of the ears, are also off-white. One of the cuter traits she has is the habit of wearing two leaves around her little bushy tail. It's held down by this little bit of string fashioned by wood, as only a clever little animal could ever think up.

Personality – Sayuri is a rather lovable girl. She's peppy, happy, and always full of sunshine. She's always enjoyed the little thing in life, such as warm sunlight, soft rainfall, and the sweet scents of flowers and honey. She does like the little things in life, especially if it means she gets to enjoy it all the time. She is an overly zesty girl when she wants to be, though, and lets anyone know who's boss. She doesn't take crap from anyone, regardless of their size or status. She is probably one of the toughest girls I know, and one of the sweetest. She's definitely a very deep character, and though she does have her flaws, she's also got skills and talents that leave me in awe.

Positives
Kind
Loving
Sweet
Never Quits

Negatives
Snappy
Bossy
Likes To Find Trouble
Rude At Times

Favorites
Sunshine
Rain
Flowers
Bright Colors
Clouds
Smiles
Pine Nuts
Blackberries
Mint

Hates
Bullies
Not Being Taken Seriously
Being Babied
Being Treated Unfairly
Being Looked Down Upon
Feeling Small
Loneliness
Shadows
Spam

History - It was the eve of my fourteenth birthday, and it was time for me to finally get a Dimidium. A Dimidium is a partner, also known as one's other half, a creature bred and born just for one soul person. A lot of people knew who their Dimidium was even before they got one, but not me. I wanted to keep it a surprise until it was decided. When I arrived at the old building, I was a little disheartened. The purple paint was peeling, and the wood was all crooked and rotten. It hardly seemed to be such a special place, but I knew it was. The woods behind the house were incredible, spanning on for what seemed forever. That was the part that entranced me the most.

I stepped out of the old black truck, quickly making my way to the door. I knocked, a bit of dust and wood showering down on my frizzy red hair. I was the kind of person who was usually up-tight and optimistic, but today I was just nervous. As nervous as the frizzy in my curly, fluffy red hair. The door opened, and I was immediately attacked by a fusion of smells, steams, and smokes. Coughing, I got a quick glimpse at the woman before me. Grey hair and a face as wrinkled as time, she seemed to say to me experience. Which was good. I needed someone who could answer my questions and make the best Dimidium choice.

I slid into the room, the dim reddish lights playing against blue walls to make a purple glow in the air, accented by the thick smog and dizzying scents that came from burning sticks and candles. She led me to a small fire pit in the middle of the room, where she told me to pick three bones. It seemed all a bit primitive, but I figured it was worth the while and the wait. Carefully selecting them, I came up with what looked like useless little ribs and arm bones from a rat. Smiling, the lady took them from me and tossed them in the fire for a brief instant. Then she drew them out and went to work boiling them in a pot of water along with other strange ingredients. In silence.

While she worked, I set up to exploring the house. Bones were everywhere, and it seemed from every creature ever in existence. I was amazed by the assortment, and the ranges of colors lining the walls. Furs and feathers and beads and even a glass case full of beautiful beetles and butterflies. It was almost like a miniature animal museum in there. She finally called me back, and through the smoke she put a wreath of flowers around my neck, followed by blowing some strange powder in my face. I guessed it had stuck in my hair, too, because I smelled something fairly strong coming from my whole face. "Go." She muttered, pointing to the door. However, as I opened it, I realized I was somewhere else.

It took a minute before I figured out I had left through the back door. Once I had, however, I made my way into the forest. Animals skittered by, and I walked for a while before giving up. This whole thing was nuts. Maybe I should have just known, and gone to the Mido-plex. It would be so much easier to choose. But my Dad liked the old-fashioned ways of life, like my mother did, and I'd been forced to do it traditionally. I sat on a little stump in the woods, grunting with exhaustion and a hopeless despair. That was when I felt something hit me on the head. Examining it, I discovered it to be a pine nut. Looking up, I saw not a pine tree around. Weird. And then it hit me again, bouncing off of my forehead and onto the ground.

Frustrated, I stood up and hunted for my attacker. "Hello? Stop throwing nuts at me and show yourself!" I demanded roughly, not ready to go down without a fight. Something attacked my head from behind, latching on with little claws and making me yelp with surprise. Pulling it off of my head, I examined it, to find the cutest little Flying Squirrel. It looked at me with its beady black eyes, which began to almost morph before my own green gaze. It was as if someone had dropped a stone in them, and they rippled out like a pool, taking on a unique shade of orange that seemed to match my hair. Setting it down on the log, belly up, I examined it. Someone had thrown a flying creature at me. Now it was war!

But before I had a chance to react, the little Flying Squirrel sat up and rubbed its eyes. Oddly enough, the way it moved seemed almost human now. I cocked my head to one side in deep thought, and then it spoke.
"I knew I'd find you eventually." I stumbled backward, landing hard on my butt and kicking to try to escape the demon animal. Of course, I then remembered the dust in my hair and flowers around my neck, and laughed to myself. "Sorry about the nuts, but I needed to see if I could hear you like you hear me." The little Flying Squirrel, which I came to realize was a girl, continued. And that moment I knew I'd found my own Dimidium.

Kin -
Dimidium- Emma Lou
Mate- None
Children- None

Other – - I know it isn't colored, but it will be eventually. xD