Name you'll give it:Achak (spirit)
Gender:male
Reason you want it: This would be great as a first tracker. I would love to get him because he is awsome looking, has wings, is unique... well I just really love him. Yes, I really do think that he is one of the most awsomest (is that even a word?). I do not have another tracker. I would never give him away. Lovely, Nex, what you can do for trackers!And the lines on his ears and arms-paws are awsome, and I like the way he looks dark. Him and I both love flying, too! This is worth an OMG! so rare!
Personality:despite his evilish apperence, he is really a sweety. He will be loyal to his master 'till the end. He will always be around to help, and will never betray his owner. He likes flying around, but he dislikes rain, as it means that he can't fly. He is also very intellegent and graceful. He will do anything to protect Rose. He is quite intellegent, and likes to use his intellegence for traps for criminals. He is very protective, and always plays with his strengths, not his weaknesses. Like a knight, he protects the weak, not battles them. He had tons of spirit, and will never give up. If something is going wrong with two people, he will try to reason it.
He is really sweet, as a cookie c:
Purpose: He is mostly used to catch murderers, drug sellers, gangs and theives, but he also does other things, like bodyguarding people and such. He mostly guards prime-ministers, and other important people. Every night, he patrols to see if everything is alright, and if there are gangs, murderers and such, he tries to go capture them. If he fails, he goes back to the police to report it. He remains ever loyal to his duty. He is one of the first with wings.
Describe its owner:would it be me that I need to describe? I think I got it. His owner is a Canadian police officer called Elizabeth who recently moved to New York city. She has pretty electric black hair, and semi pale skin. Elizabeth is thirty-eight years old. She has a daugter called Rose, and she is eight years old. Achack is often seen around her, protecting her. Rose likes Achack, since he is really different. Elizabeth is kind, patient, but short-tempered and stubborn.
Other info:
Story
(It's mostly what he does every day, and an act of heroisim)
I flew. I could not see any movements. yet I knew something was going to happen. I saw some movement. And I smelled rain. Bad combination. Fear. What to do, loyalty, or light wings?
Obviously, I chose loyalty. Even if I hate rain, I am bound to my loyalties. I flew to the movement. It was nothing but an ally cat. I kicked myself inwardly for having been so paranoid. The rain started. I yelped quietly and ran for cover. I really did hate it when my wings where heavy, and now they were.
I found cover close to a doorway, but I did not stay there for long. I had suspisions, and they had to proven right, or wrong. Finally, after what seemed to be a long time, I picked up some movement not so far from here. As I was ever loyal, I went to see what was up.
I saw a street 'gang'. I growled low to myself. I hated gangs. They were often a danger to the comunity, but how was I going to catch them all by myself? There were about four to eight. I then got an idea.
The gang member had most likely heard about tracker dogs. They probably knew that they were intellegent, and the gang most probably did not want to be found out about. So I was going to use bait. They are going to follow me, and I lead them into a trap. They were going to follow me to break me, or worse, so I could not report them.
I counted them. There were seven. Four of them were going somewhere, so only three were left. I ran loudly to get their attention. They looked surprised then angry to see me. One of them, whom I think was their leader,said "get here right now filthy mutt!". His voice was angry. Of course, I was not dumb enough to follow them and get badly hurt. So I looked surprised to see them. They fell for it hook, line and sinker. They started to run after me. I ran too, but I could have easly beaten them, but I wanted them to follow me. I was going to get the four later. It was dark, and I hope they could not see well in the dark.
I led them to the police station. I ran inside and they looked surprised that I had led them there. They must have been to busy shouting swear words and trying to get to me. My false scared expression turned triumphant, and their angry expersion turned angrier. I looked up at the police, who in turn looked surprised. They took the few gang members to do whatever they do with them, And I went to get the others.
I did the same thing for them, and as soon as I got them, the police congraguated me on a job well done, and I resumed patrolling, even if it meant having heavy wings.
As soon as the rain stopped dropping, I unfurled my wings to dry them. It takes awhile to dry, but not as long as could take.
As soon as they were dry, I flew to the highest place I could find and selttled down to look around for any signs of danger. After all, I had got a name that mean spirit, because I do have some. That's the spirit, some police say without even knowing what my name means.
Next Night
I went back to see if there was anything left where I saw the gang yestereday night. It is misty today, so my wings got slightly heaver, since mist is kind of wet. I walked there, since I was not taking any chances with the mist, and found some bottles. Drug bottles, most likely. I was going to find who sold is. I sniffed the bottle for some scents that might lead me there. As soon as I had sniffed all the bottles, I put my tounge on the ground to search for the seller.
The scent was leading me no where, which here means everywhere, so I decided to follow one scent. I followed it but found nothing. The next and the one after ether. I was about to give up when suddenly I thought "They are smarter than I thought. They are leading me on a wild goose chase." I took my red tougne off the ground. They had put the scent of the drug everywhere to lead me off my trail.
I looked in the places where I least expected it,such as in a house, or anywhere else where you would not hide something illegal, and guess what?
I had found the person selling it, and all of the drugs. He had not seen me yet. Good I thought to myself. I flew above him, then striked in a way that would make him dizzy (rarely) or unconsious. That meant striking him on his head. I took a chance for flying. I went up high, then fell down on him. I had succeded in making him unconcious. I took him on my back, and slowly when to the police station. He was heavier than I had expected and his hand trailed on the ground.
Job succeded.
I had succeded in finding a gang, and the drug seller in two nights.
I went back "home". I had been adopted and I lived where my adopters lived.
Rose hugged me and said "did you stop evil people?" I nodded my head as a yes. It was good to be home.
* * *
I needed to strech my wings. I went out by the back door. The mist had gone, but it was still dark. I ran for awhile, then went on top of the house, and patrolled to make sure no one came to hurt anyone. After three hours of waiting and watching, the sun came up. I was slightly nocturnal, so I took my rest during the day. I would wake up and patrol the area, as every other day. But now I would rest.
I got a dream that day.
I was walking through the cold night. Everything was clouded in mist. I could not fly. It was cold. I shivered. Everything was quiet. I could not detect any movement. Nobody was here. But still I walked, my wings heavy on my back. It smelled weird, like sawdust, but with something else. I did not know what it was. I heard far away yelping, but I did not know where it came from. I ran around. I was getting more and more worried by every second. My wings grew heavier and heavier until I could not stand it anymore. I laid down to take a breath, calming myself. As I took deep breaths, my heart rate returened to normal, and my wings grew less heavy.
I waited, and closed my eyes (sorry about the not having eyes things. He just 'emptied his thoughts' kind of thing.). When I opened them again, I was somewhere different, yet so familiar.
Of course, it was a city. My wings now light, I took off. The cold fall air met my face, making it comfortably cool. I loved flying. When I was flying, I could vent my anger, calm myself, and think clearer, and suddenely I realized it. I was not awake. I was in a sort of 'dreamland'.
I flew on, thinking about why I was here, and how to get out, but I did not want to go just yet. I wanted to find out more of why I was here. So flew on, looking for clues. After a while, I flew to the nearest tower and folded my wings behind my back. I was going to take a break. I heard the cars go by underneath me, yet I waited.
For a second, everything was normal, then a wind came, and took me somewhere else. The place would have been a happy place, if there were no blood stains. I got terrified as I understood the meaning. This was my house. Someone was going to die, if I don't prevent it. I yelped in alarm and flew, then I heard a conforting voice say " wake up, wake up...
Wake up!". I Woke up looking in Elizabeth's hazel eyes. She looked worried. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. "you were twiching and half-yelping a lot. That was not normal and I decided to wake you up. Besides, it's night."
I went outside, and forgot all about my dream. As every night, I did the same thing. Patrolling. Everything was okay. Yet something was not right at my house. I could feel it. I went back to my house, and nothing special was going on. Elizabeth urged me to go back, yet I was not leaving them alone. I waited an hour for something to happen. Nothing did. I went back patrolling. I had only flew a short distance before hearing quite a loud scream for help. I jumped, surpried that someone screamed, tilted my wings to go to the other derection and flew the quickest I could to the sound. I was surprised to see that it came from my house. I was first scared, for my owner's, then angry. No one hurt my owners without answering to me. I would help my owners the best that I could.
I went inside. It was eerily quiet. I turned a corner and I first sensed sensed the presence, and then saw, a dangerous man, with a knife to Rose's throat. Rose looked terrified. I could not stand it.
"Dun't move, or else s'dies" he said threatningly. He had a weird accent from some place I did not know. I would have glared at him if I had eyes. I would move, or even if I didn't, she would die anyways. I growled, a low and threatning growl, which would have made most full grown men run to their mommys (as some people say), but he simply laughed and said "try'n ta scare me now, mutt? While he laughed, a bitter laughter, he had slipped his guard. Before he came back to his senses, I had bitten him on his leg, to prevent him from running away. "Hey!" he yelled angrly as he fell to the floor "Yeh as'd fer it, Mutt!", but that was only an empty threat. I had heard his leg bone go cruch as I had bitten him. His eyes looked pained. Just then, Elizabeth came back from the grocerie store, a store far from here, and said "Oh my...". She quickly rushed to the telephone and called 911. A few minutes later, the police arrived.
"Good going, Achak!" declared a police by the name of Mike "You just successfully stopped a dangerous serial killer. We had been searching long for him. He had been once been arested, but he ran away from prison by unknown ways. He had killed many people, from what he says, for fun. He was mad."
I looked at Rose who looked proudly at me and said "He's a hero isn't he?!"
Elizabeth simply replied "yes he is."then turning to me, she said "you are the best tracker i've met. And I have met plenty."
I truly feel like a hero. I had saved the lives of many to come, but there are many people out there that will turn bad one day, and it's my duty to stop them. I will never stop until no one is bad anymore.
But sometimes you just can't control it.
***
Fur texture: Soft and silky, yet hard to bend.
Age:two years old
Experience: He has one year of experience at being a tracker
Height: His height is about the same as a normal dog
History:His history is pretty much the same as a normal tracker's. He had been in the 'lab' until he had fully matured, then he had been given a home with a police.
Strengths: flying, running, riddles, seeing movement, gliding, darkness, speed, movement and seeing movements
Weaknesses:rain, water, people who are way more intellegent than him (rarely happens), not being able to fly.
Likes:flying, rock, bats, skyscrapers, ravens, Stephen King, peace, love, recycling, darkness, arresting bad guys, the statifying feeling of acomplishment, protecting people, COOKIES!, cake, icing, red cherries, cheese, Rolling Stones, The show must go on, riddles, puzzels,being liked, being a hero, mad world, rush, Jethro Tull (band), pretty much every kind of music I listen to,
Dislikes:gangs, murderers,sereal killers, water and rain, not being able to fly, having weaknesses, cleaning himself (as he needs to wet himself), bad stories, arguments, war, evilness, spiders, scorpions, arachnids, flying bugs(especially when he is tasting the air in flight!), gnats, people who show every sign of fear at seeing him
Advantages:He has an advantage in darkness since he can pick up movement, and he does not need to see. He also has an advantage in flying, since he can calcuate wind speed and such, so he can insure a safe flight.
Other intresting facts:
Achak means spirit
His name is Achak because of his spirit.
When his wings arn't wet, they can be lighter than a feather
Despite his bad apperance, he is as sweet as a cookie (COOKIES!)
He would have a home in my character page, and I would draw pics of him, if I could draw, but I will attempt to do the headshot turtorial that you made (by the way, could I get a cookie? Your handwriting is very neat, so I can read it!). I hope it's not harder than it looks... but it probably is, since you draw so well!
I will get art for him, even if it costs a rare-very rare pet! I saw the anthro that you made for Hrr, and I would LOVE to order one for him!
Edit: I attempted to make the head, and it actually looks close to mildly alright, which means it still sucks o_o. I drew it on paper. All I need to do now is the inking, which I will probably fail at.
Please do not copy my idea (weaknesses, dislikes, experience, height ect.), even if this is over D:<.
I put the whole text smaller because it took up so much space
And, don't worry about me not taking care of him. He will never be ignored.
(This is what i'm like:OH NO! I missed a tiny detail that no one would ever notice!!!! *goes edit*)
Hope I this is enough
! This is the most effort i've put into anything in CS
Good luck, everybody!
Gender:male
Reason you want it: This would be great as a first tracker. I would love to get him because he is awsome looking, has wings, is unique... well I just really love him. Yes, I really do think that he is one of the most awsomest (is that even a word?). I do not have another tracker. I would never give him away. Lovely, Nex, what you can do for trackers!And the lines on his ears and arms-paws are awsome, and I like the way he looks dark. Him and I both love flying, too! This is worth an OMG! so rare!
Personality:despite his evilish apperence, he is really a sweety. He will be loyal to his master 'till the end. He will always be around to help, and will never betray his owner. He likes flying around, but he dislikes rain, as it means that he can't fly. He is also very intellegent and graceful. He will do anything to protect Rose. He is quite intellegent, and likes to use his intellegence for traps for criminals. He is very protective, and always plays with his strengths, not his weaknesses. Like a knight, he protects the weak, not battles them. He had tons of spirit, and will never give up. If something is going wrong with two people, he will try to reason it.
He is really sweet, as a cookie c:
Purpose: He is mostly used to catch murderers, drug sellers, gangs and theives, but he also does other things, like bodyguarding people and such. He mostly guards prime-ministers, and other important people. Every night, he patrols to see if everything is alright, and if there are gangs, murderers and such, he tries to go capture them. If he fails, he goes back to the police to report it. He remains ever loyal to his duty. He is one of the first with wings.
Describe its owner:would it be me that I need to describe? I think I got it. His owner is a Canadian police officer called Elizabeth who recently moved to New York city. She has pretty electric black hair, and semi pale skin. Elizabeth is thirty-eight years old. She has a daugter called Rose, and she is eight years old. Achack is often seen around her, protecting her. Rose likes Achack, since he is really different. Elizabeth is kind, patient, but short-tempered and stubborn.
Other info:
Story
(It's mostly what he does every day, and an act of heroisim)
I flew. I could not see any movements. yet I knew something was going to happen. I saw some movement. And I smelled rain. Bad combination. Fear. What to do, loyalty, or light wings?
Obviously, I chose loyalty. Even if I hate rain, I am bound to my loyalties. I flew to the movement. It was nothing but an ally cat. I kicked myself inwardly for having been so paranoid. The rain started. I yelped quietly and ran for cover. I really did hate it when my wings where heavy, and now they were.
I found cover close to a doorway, but I did not stay there for long. I had suspisions, and they had to proven right, or wrong. Finally, after what seemed to be a long time, I picked up some movement not so far from here. As I was ever loyal, I went to see what was up.
I saw a street 'gang'. I growled low to myself. I hated gangs. They were often a danger to the comunity, but how was I going to catch them all by myself? There were about four to eight. I then got an idea.
The gang member had most likely heard about tracker dogs. They probably knew that they were intellegent, and the gang most probably did not want to be found out about. So I was going to use bait. They are going to follow me, and I lead them into a trap. They were going to follow me to break me, or worse, so I could not report them.
I counted them. There were seven. Four of them were going somewhere, so only three were left. I ran loudly to get their attention. They looked surprised then angry to see me. One of them, whom I think was their leader,said "get here right now filthy mutt!". His voice was angry. Of course, I was not dumb enough to follow them and get badly hurt. So I looked surprised to see them. They fell for it hook, line and sinker. They started to run after me. I ran too, but I could have easly beaten them, but I wanted them to follow me. I was going to get the four later. It was dark, and I hope they could not see well in the dark.
I led them to the police station. I ran inside and they looked surprised that I had led them there. They must have been to busy shouting swear words and trying to get to me. My false scared expression turned triumphant, and their angry expersion turned angrier. I looked up at the police, who in turn looked surprised. They took the few gang members to do whatever they do with them, And I went to get the others.
I did the same thing for them, and as soon as I got them, the police congraguated me on a job well done, and I resumed patrolling, even if it meant having heavy wings.
As soon as the rain stopped dropping, I unfurled my wings to dry them. It takes awhile to dry, but not as long as could take.
As soon as they were dry, I flew to the highest place I could find and selttled down to look around for any signs of danger. After all, I had got a name that mean spirit, because I do have some. That's the spirit, some police say without even knowing what my name means.
Next Night
I went back to see if there was anything left where I saw the gang yestereday night. It is misty today, so my wings got slightly heaver, since mist is kind of wet. I walked there, since I was not taking any chances with the mist, and found some bottles. Drug bottles, most likely. I was going to find who sold is. I sniffed the bottle for some scents that might lead me there. As soon as I had sniffed all the bottles, I put my tounge on the ground to search for the seller.
The scent was leading me no where, which here means everywhere, so I decided to follow one scent. I followed it but found nothing. The next and the one after ether. I was about to give up when suddenly I thought "They are smarter than I thought. They are leading me on a wild goose chase." I took my red tougne off the ground. They had put the scent of the drug everywhere to lead me off my trail.
I looked in the places where I least expected it,such as in a house, or anywhere else where you would not hide something illegal, and guess what?
I had found the person selling it, and all of the drugs. He had not seen me yet. Good I thought to myself. I flew above him, then striked in a way that would make him dizzy (rarely) or unconsious. That meant striking him on his head. I took a chance for flying. I went up high, then fell down on him. I had succeded in making him unconcious. I took him on my back, and slowly when to the police station. He was heavier than I had expected and his hand trailed on the ground.
Job succeded.
I had succeded in finding a gang, and the drug seller in two nights.
I went back "home". I had been adopted and I lived where my adopters lived.
Rose hugged me and said "did you stop evil people?" I nodded my head as a yes. It was good to be home.
* * *
I needed to strech my wings. I went out by the back door. The mist had gone, but it was still dark. I ran for awhile, then went on top of the house, and patrolled to make sure no one came to hurt anyone. After three hours of waiting and watching, the sun came up. I was slightly nocturnal, so I took my rest during the day. I would wake up and patrol the area, as every other day. But now I would rest.
I got a dream that day.
I was walking through the cold night. Everything was clouded in mist. I could not fly. It was cold. I shivered. Everything was quiet. I could not detect any movement. Nobody was here. But still I walked, my wings heavy on my back. It smelled weird, like sawdust, but with something else. I did not know what it was. I heard far away yelping, but I did not know where it came from. I ran around. I was getting more and more worried by every second. My wings grew heavier and heavier until I could not stand it anymore. I laid down to take a breath, calming myself. As I took deep breaths, my heart rate returened to normal, and my wings grew less heavy.
I waited, and closed my eyes (sorry about the not having eyes things. He just 'emptied his thoughts' kind of thing.). When I opened them again, I was somewhere different, yet so familiar.
Of course, it was a city. My wings now light, I took off. The cold fall air met my face, making it comfortably cool. I loved flying. When I was flying, I could vent my anger, calm myself, and think clearer, and suddenely I realized it. I was not awake. I was in a sort of 'dreamland'.
I flew on, thinking about why I was here, and how to get out, but I did not want to go just yet. I wanted to find out more of why I was here. So flew on, looking for clues. After a while, I flew to the nearest tower and folded my wings behind my back. I was going to take a break. I heard the cars go by underneath me, yet I waited.
For a second, everything was normal, then a wind came, and took me somewhere else. The place would have been a happy place, if there were no blood stains. I got terrified as I understood the meaning. This was my house. Someone was going to die, if I don't prevent it. I yelped in alarm and flew, then I heard a conforting voice say " wake up, wake up...
Wake up!". I Woke up looking in Elizabeth's hazel eyes. She looked worried. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. "you were twiching and half-yelping a lot. That was not normal and I decided to wake you up. Besides, it's night."
I went outside, and forgot all about my dream. As every night, I did the same thing. Patrolling. Everything was okay. Yet something was not right at my house. I could feel it. I went back to my house, and nothing special was going on. Elizabeth urged me to go back, yet I was not leaving them alone. I waited an hour for something to happen. Nothing did. I went back patrolling. I had only flew a short distance before hearing quite a loud scream for help. I jumped, surpried that someone screamed, tilted my wings to go to the other derection and flew the quickest I could to the sound. I was surprised to see that it came from my house. I was first scared, for my owner's, then angry. No one hurt my owners without answering to me. I would help my owners the best that I could.
I went inside. It was eerily quiet. I turned a corner and I first sensed sensed the presence, and then saw, a dangerous man, with a knife to Rose's throat. Rose looked terrified. I could not stand it.
"Dun't move, or else s'dies" he said threatningly. He had a weird accent from some place I did not know. I would have glared at him if I had eyes. I would move, or even if I didn't, she would die anyways. I growled, a low and threatning growl, which would have made most full grown men run to their mommys (as some people say), but he simply laughed and said "try'n ta scare me now, mutt? While he laughed, a bitter laughter, he had slipped his guard. Before he came back to his senses, I had bitten him on his leg, to prevent him from running away. "Hey!" he yelled angrly as he fell to the floor "Yeh as'd fer it, Mutt!", but that was only an empty threat. I had heard his leg bone go cruch as I had bitten him. His eyes looked pained. Just then, Elizabeth came back from the grocerie store, a store far from here, and said "Oh my...". She quickly rushed to the telephone and called 911. A few minutes later, the police arrived.
"Good going, Achak!" declared a police by the name of Mike "You just successfully stopped a dangerous serial killer. We had been searching long for him. He had been once been arested, but he ran away from prison by unknown ways. He had killed many people, from what he says, for fun. He was mad."
I looked at Rose who looked proudly at me and said "He's a hero isn't he?!"
Elizabeth simply replied "yes he is."then turning to me, she said "you are the best tracker i've met. And I have met plenty."
I truly feel like a hero. I had saved the lives of many to come, but there are many people out there that will turn bad one day, and it's my duty to stop them. I will never stop until no one is bad anymore.
But sometimes you just can't control it.
***
Fur texture: Soft and silky, yet hard to bend.
Age:two years old
Experience: He has one year of experience at being a tracker
Height: His height is about the same as a normal dog
History:His history is pretty much the same as a normal tracker's. He had been in the 'lab' until he had fully matured, then he had been given a home with a police.
Strengths: flying, running, riddles, seeing movement, gliding, darkness, speed, movement and seeing movements
Weaknesses:rain, water, people who are way more intellegent than him (rarely happens), not being able to fly.
Likes:flying, rock, bats, skyscrapers, ravens, Stephen King, peace, love, recycling, darkness, arresting bad guys, the statifying feeling of acomplishment, protecting people, COOKIES!, cake, icing, red cherries, cheese, Rolling Stones, The show must go on, riddles, puzzels,being liked, being a hero, mad world, rush, Jethro Tull (band), pretty much every kind of music I listen to,
Dislikes:gangs, murderers,sereal killers, water and rain, not being able to fly, having weaknesses, cleaning himself (as he needs to wet himself), bad stories, arguments, war, evilness, spiders, scorpions, arachnids, flying bugs(especially when he is tasting the air in flight!), gnats, people who show every sign of fear at seeing him
Advantages:He has an advantage in darkness since he can pick up movement, and he does not need to see. He also has an advantage in flying, since he can calcuate wind speed and such, so he can insure a safe flight.
Other intresting facts:
Achak means spirit
His name is Achak because of his spirit.
When his wings arn't wet, they can be lighter than a feather
Despite his bad apperance, he is as sweet as a cookie (COOKIES!)
He would have a home in my character page, and I would draw pics of him, if I could draw, but I will attempt to do the headshot turtorial that you made (by the way, could I get a cookie? Your handwriting is very neat, so I can read it!). I hope it's not harder than it looks... but it probably is, since you draw so well!
I will get art for him, even if it costs a rare-very rare pet! I saw the anthro that you made for Hrr, and I would LOVE to order one for him!
Edit: I attempted to make the head, and it actually looks close to mildly alright, which means it still sucks o_o. I drew it on paper. All I need to do now is the inking, which I will probably fail at.
Please do not copy my idea (weaknesses, dislikes, experience, height ect.), even if this is over D:<.
I put the whole text smaller because it took up so much space
And, don't worry about me not taking care of him. He will never be ignored.
(This is what i'm like:OH NO! I missed a tiny detail that no one would ever notice!!!! *goes edit*)
Hope I this is enough
! This is the most effort i've put into anything in CSGood luck, everybody!
She would put lara before her.
