Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Spotty]

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[Thickshake]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 15
Picture: Name: Midnight
Species: Wolf
Personality: kind,gentle but daring loves staring at the stars at night wants a mate badly
Likes: loves cheese and strawberrys sometimes eats things called moonberries
Dislikes: grumpy wolfs boy wolfs who don't rescept girls
Background:
A picture you drew:

[Moriarty is King]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 15
Picture:
Name: Moonshine
Species: Canine
Personality: Very independent and ptoective also gentle and caring.
Likes: Hunting, The moon, And resting.
Dislikes: Cats, The Sun, Normal Wolves
Background: He was born into a immortal moon family. These wolves live in the mountains of the moon, rarley visiting earth. He was born on earth and has stayed ever since, he longs to even visit his home plains of the moon, to see the earth from above. He was 5 when his paretns abandoned him to go back to the moon and live there with the rest of his family, he learnt to fend for himself easily and is now a great hunter, most of the earth wolves respect and like him. He grew up on his own always watching the wolves that lived in packs wishing he could be part of a pack on the moon.
A picture you drew:
Sorry about the pic it's rubbish...

[Glowbee]

I would like to adopt!
Number;;
3

Picture;;


Name;;
Vilne

Species;;
Unknown hybrid with feline properties. Thought to be dead.

Personality;;
Vilne never speaks, though he is not mute. He is a bringer of death, and all those who come in contact with him die within the year, causing him to become a hermit, relying on television and the radio to keep up with current events. He is a very gentle and loving soul, and so his 'condition' shatters him, as he can keep no company.

Vilne does not eat or sleep, as he remembers doing long ago. He has no fears or regrets, and is completely untainted by sins. He is a completely innocent being.

Vilne keeps an array of potted plants behind his shack, which is on beach shore in an overcast location. He adores all varieties of plants, because they are the only thing that do not die when he touches them. People barely ever visit the beach, and when they do, he slips into the sea and remains as far away from them as possible. Over the years of seclusion, he's become very shy.

Likes;;
Watching news on the television, listening to the radio, classical music, green grass, tall trees, rain, foggy days, cloudy beaches, birds, flowers, swimming, fish, seaweed, odd rocks.

Dislikes;;
Sunny days, lots of people, concrete, pointless tv programs, rap, pop, rock, and heavy metal music, death, killing, hate, greed, money.

Background;;
Vilne remembers a time when he could sleep and eat. He had a mother and a father, and a litter of brothers and sisters. he could speak.
He also remembers a time of fear, when humans stole him from his family and took him to a white place that smelled of harshness and death. He remembers the pounding of his head as they pierced his skin with needles and force fed his small capsules. He remembers an explosion and fumes. Then he remembers waking up, in the middle of the ocean. He somehow made his way to the shore, after days of swimming through the ink blank waters. When he reached shore, he collapsed, thinking he would be exhausted. He felt nothing. He soon found a small, abandoned cabin on the outskirts of the beach, containing a television, a radio, a few dead plants, and a coach. He found out back a few more plants, these barely alive. He gathered water from the sea and poured it over them each day, and after a few weeks they were revived, much to his delight. He continued to care for them and, after a few years, he had a thriving garden.
One morning he saw figures on the beach, and decided to go out. He bounded towards them, friendly, but was shocked when they began to scream and run from him. He saw their faces, and two adults were screaming at their pups, who had water streaming down their faces. They ran to a metal can which sped off, all while Vilne watched, perplexed.
A few months later he saw their faces on the news, followed by their metal can, which was crushed into a tree.
He had more experiences like this over the years. He would see creatures like them and they would die. He once touched a songbird, and it stiffened and dropped, dead. Disgusted with himself, he avoided every living thing but plants.
A picture you drew;;


WIP

[Papercutt.]

I would like to adopt!

Number: 24

Picture:

Name: Ara

Species: Gray Wolf

Personality:

Likes: Running, the woods, her adoptive family, hunting,

Dislikes: People, guns,

Background: Ever since I was a pup, I loved to run. Why? Maybe it was the feel of the wind brushing through my fur or the sound of my paws thudding on the forest floor or maybe it was the freedom. I never knew that my love of running would help me escape death.

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Working on it......

[iva wolf]

I would like to adopt!
Number:1
Picture:
Name:Leopardmoon
Species:Cat
Personality:Leopardmoon is kind and cool.She prefers to discuss a matter before fighting.She prefers to put other people's happiness in front of her own and will sacrifice all she has so her clan will be safe and happy.A born leader and aristocrat,she keeps the calm,as if listening to the whispering song of the stream,aura of her ancestors.
Likes:Logical conversation and tasks,hunting,gazing at the moon and stars,resting at night near a river,long walks,poetry,romantic times.
Dislikes:War,blood-thirst,fighting without a reason,killing for fun,doing something without thinking how it will affect others.
Background:She was born in a family of aristocrat cats,cats who held a high position next to the leader family almost as high as a deputy.In her clan,cats did not have normal ranks.They separated by family trees.Each valued by it's history and from it's family.Yet,if they wanted to,they could prove themselves worthy for a higher position and start a new line of cats with a higher ranking.
Leopardmoon was the only kit of the litter.Her mother,Diamondshine taught her what it is to be a proper she-cat while her father gave her the secret knowledge of the clan.How to help others,ignoring your true feelings was the most important thing.Leopardmoon always stayed by that rule and never let it go.
As an apprentice,she was kind and nice.She was adored by everyone and,since the leaders didn't have kits of their own,she was to be the highest amongst everyone.Always to be looked up to,always to be flattered and phrased.It kind of got annoying in the end.
Even as a young warrior,she was treated the same.She didn't mind.She knew she did her job well.
One day,something funny happened.Wolfhowl,a low ranking tom cat came and gave her a rare white flower and told her she's even more beautiful and lovely than it.Leopardmoon almost blushed.But then,all the cats around started teasing and laughing at him.She herself couldn't hide her giggle.
From then Leopardmoon always noticed how he wanted to get close so they could talk.But she avoided it.Her father had already picked a tom for her.It was he duty to get married at a certain age.But even when she knew that,the young she-cat warrior couldn't hold her own curiosity.As time passed,the two cats attracted themselves,even if they told each other that the other one is annoying.But soon they found out they were in love.
It was a lovely romance.They met secretly so no one could know they were together.He made her feel normal and perfect,like she was the only one for him.She made him feel perfect and warm at heart,the only one for her.But one day,Wolfhowl insisted on revealing their were mates.Leopardmoon refused.The next day,Wolfhowl started talking to her,in public.he shouted at her and insulted her.She got mad but rather than fighting him,she started crying and ran off.Everyone else laughed at them.Then,Wolfhow understood he had made a mistake.He took his wish in front of his love's wish as if he didn't care about her.
He went on a search,at night,to find his loved one.She was hiding in a cave,crying.Wolfhowl approached but before he could reveal himself and enter the cave,a bear attacked Leopardmoon.It tossed her to the wall on the cave and she fell,a bit unconscious.Wolfhowl ran to save her.He fought to keep the bear from hurting Leopardmoon and his tail was ripped off.Once the she-cat had regained consciousness,she jumped on the bear's head and started clawing and ripping it's eyes.The animal was surprised and panicked.Once the cat jumped off,it ran off.
When Leopardmoon turned around,she saw Wolfhowl,bleeding from all sides.With his last breath,he said he was sorry for insulting her and being angry.She also told him she is sorry that she was so stubborn and annoying.Then,Wolfhowl faded away to Star clan.

After two moons,Leopardmoon had 3 kits.She did not reveal who was the father and refused to marry the tom who was picked for her.The 3 new kits were named Hopekit,Dreamkit and Howlingkit,after Leopardmoon's beloved and after the dreamed life she always wanted to have.


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.
Sorry but my shadows went over the drawing.

I may post more tomorrow

[BlissfulFarrago]

I would like to adopt!

[-Number-]
8

Picture:



[-Name-]
Ariadne (and Cepheé)



[-Species-]
Fennec Fox (and Bird of Paradise)



[-Personality-]
Ariadne is a very complex fox. She isn't shy, but she isn't particularly outgoing either. This is mostly just because she doesn't really think she needs anyone but herself and Cepheé. She's happy the way it is. Just as she was as a kit, she still finds beauty and wonder in overlooked things. Almost any new thing enthralls her, and many things she has seen before. For example, the sunrise. She loves to watch it. To her, it signifies rebirth and, more importantly--to her at least--hope, her main focus. Hope is what she relies on. Shortly behind that is freedom.

Her personality seems to almost change completely in a crisis situation. She doubts herself, and becomes superstitious. She's normally confident, but when something bad happens, she sees so many options, and doesn't know which to take. The only thing that can calm her down is Cepheé, who reminds her that things aren't always so bad, and that there's always hope for the future.



[-Likes-]

Cepheé/Hope::
To Ariadne, these two things are almost the same. As crazy as it sounds, Ariadne sees Cepheé as a representation or reflection of hope. Ariadne relies strongly on hope on both to support her and help her look to the future.

Oases::
"Oases" is the plural of "oasis," and Ariadne loves them. Especially "her" oasis, the one Cepheé led her to.

Other Things::
Cool breezes, the sound of the wind, sunrise, gemstones.

[-Dislikes-]

Mirages::
Ariadne hates mirages, and is extremely paranoid of them.

Her own irrationality::
When everything is fine, Ariadne is typically a very rational fox. But when anything goes wrong, all that goes out the window. Try as she might to avoid it, she becomes superstitious and panicky.

Other Things::
Those who judge her or anyone else, being interrupted, being busy.


[-Background-]

Look::
As a kit, Ariadne was enthralled with everything. She saw beauty and wonder in ordinary things that others would look over. She always wanted to show everyone these things, sure that they would enjoy them as much as she. She was constantly saying one thing:

"Look.".


Lost::
Just as with any other creature, Ariadne grew up. She left her family, ready to live her own life. But it didn't happen as it had in her mind. She was lost, not knowing where she was, where she was going. Few creatures, no water. Mirages haunted her. Exhausted, and sure she would die, Ariadne rolled onto the ground. She closed her eyes, shutting out the bright sun.

All at once, she heard a chirp. Ariadne was sure...but she began to waver. Another mirage. That was all it had been. Scrunching her eyes tighter, she did her best to ignore the sound. But there was another chirp, a twitter, then a rustling of feathers and a light touch on her nose. Finally, she opened her eyes, certain she would see nothing. But nothing was apparently a yellow and green and yellow bird these days, for that is what she saw.

It chirped at her, and nudged Ariadne's nose with it's beak. It leapt into the air and flew above her, as Ariadne was entranced by it's beauty. It began to fly slowly away. Still convinced that the bird was a mirage, Ariadne considered what to do. It was a thing of beauty, and she would most likely die soon; shouldn't the last thing she saw be something beautiful, not the barren desert or blinding sun?

She got up as fast as she could and began to follow the bird. Somehow, through determination, Ariadne managed to follow the bird across the desert for a considerable amount of time. Whether it was ten minutes or ten hours, she would never know. Eventually, the mirage bird stopped, and landed next to another mirage: an oasis. Not able to help herself, Ariadne plunged towards it, lapping in the cool water that was actually...water? It wasn't a mirage, it was real. And so was the bird who had saved her life--her Cepheé. The name just popped into her head, but she knew: he was Cepheé.


Living::

From then on, Cepheé never left Ariadne's side. He was her companion, and though she would never admit it, her good luck charm. They roamed the desert, becoming legends.


A picture you drew:

[owlcoholik]

WIP
[size=85]I would like to adopt!
Number: 27
Picture:
Name: Marcia
Nicknames : Marci
Gender : Female
Species: Melanistic Jaguar
Mate : None
Children : None
Siblings : None
Parents : Unknown
Friends : Keahi
Personality: Childishly naive. Marcia is relatively sheltered, and has a very positive view on the world. Everything excites her, every day is a new adventure for her. No place is better or worse, just different.
Likes: Birds, the first snowfall of winter, crunching autumn leaves under her feet, and kittens.
Dislikes:
Background :
A picture you drew:
Get yer paws off my art. No, you may not use it kaythxbai

[Solanum]

I would like to adopt!

Number:
3
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Picture:

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Name:
Kaibutsu
Meaning:
Monster
Name Origin:
Japan
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Age when died:
21 years
Current Age:
342 years
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Defects/Mutations
His Tail Orb -
It glows a brilliant green, making it harder for him to hunt when he can summon up the energy to make himself solid for a short amount of time.
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Species:
Undead Jaguar
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Personality:
Due to his past, he has developed aggressive behaviour. He can be quite hot-headed and very easy to anger. He prefers to attack first, and ask questions later. It makes no difference to his life now, being dead already, he hasn't got much to lose.
He is a very solitary character, not because he has to, but because he chooses it. He doesn't talk to others when he does run into them, instead he ignores them or goes his own way.
The way he feeds doesn't allow him to get close to anyone without hurting them sooner or later. The animal inside of him is too easily awoken, easily breaking past the softer side to him, however small that is.
As mentioned above, he has actually got a softer side hidden away deep inside of him. He is capable of being kind, caring, patient (etc) but chooses to hide it away to stop those close to him from getting hurt.
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Likes:
Fear -
His senses were enhanced during his life, his sense of smell in particular. He can smell the slightest hint of fear on the air from miles away. It is like a drug to him, fuelling his intense emotion, keeping him going.
His Job -
Most only see their job as a way to earn goods or to keep boredom at bay, but not him. His job is to collect the dying and to send their souls to be tested. He takes pride in the fact that he was entrusted with so much responsibility and would do absolutely nothing to anger them, in case they take it away from him.
It allows him to feed off of them right before they die, consuming their life energy as he had consumed meat while he lived.
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Dislikes:
Company -
There is nothing he hates more than others, whether they are his kind or not. He detached himself from the rest of the world, and plans to stay like it. He doesn't want anyone hurt because of him, unless nessessary.
Domestic Cats -
He always envied their cushy life style. The way that they can make people smile at their innocence instead of reeling back in horror, the way they have an unlimited source of food instead of having to hunt for every scrap you can get and the way that no matter how long they stay out for, they always have a home to return to. In most cases any way.
But there are other ways in which he is not jealous of them. He wouldn't be able to stand staying cooped up in a house, although some shelter would be nice every once in a while. He wouldn't be able to stand eating the bland processed stuff they call food. It wouldn't agree with him, not at all...
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Background:
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A picture you drew:
I don't think I have enough time to draw one... Although if I can, I will.
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WIP

[Ranua]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 7
Picture:


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Name: Arrow

{# a mark to indicate a direction or relation
# a projectile with a straight thin shaft and an arrowhead on one end and stabilizing vanes on the other; intended to be shot from a bow}

-By google definitions.
Origin of Title: Old English

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Species: Winter Wolf x Unknown

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Personality:
A happy extrovert he loves power, not as a leader of others
but as the one completely in charge of others. He is sincere, honorable, and magnanimous, proud
and impatient with those who would dare to question his intentions or motives.
He is generally dignified and positive.
He is philosophical, forceful, and demonstrative.
Because he is assured, he demonstrates faith, hope, and fortitude. He is apt to be overly energetic and lavish
in expenditure of energy and money when his sympathy is aroused.
He is usually a popular person socially, even tempered but quick to anger if his pride is hurt. Ever facing as he is he is sometimes super-optimistic. He is powerful, commanding, and king-like in his determinations and ambitions.
Although deeply emotional he can triumph over his wrong desires. He trusts those who believe in him, until he is betrayed or deceived. He always aims for the stars and with his determination and self confidence Arrow usually gets there. He is rarely ever deceptive or secretive. He can resist illness and recuperate from fatigue quickly. He has a superabundance of vitality and wonderful physique.

Talents and Attributes:
Arrow's organizing ability and commanding power usually bring success.
He is charming and so most people seem to be attracted to him. Used beneficially this is a God given gift;
used selfishly it is disastrous! To both him and his victims...
He makes a good alpha deputy or military leader. He excels at hunting and war fare, though of course keeps his mediocrity in check and never abuses these attributes.

Likes:
-Arrow loves to hunt and fight, seeing as he's so good at doing both.
-He loves to help people and listen to the elders stories. Though many packs find no use for elders
he believes that without their guidance the pack could crumble in on it's ancient traditions.

Dislikes:
-Unneeded warfare
-Winter Herd

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Rank:
Alpha Male

Mate/Crush:
Morana Libitana {Crush}

Background:
Arrow speaks very little of his antiquity's.
From what is known Arrow was not born to the alpha male and female of his pack.
He was born to a rogue named Thara. Her mate was Troy, the Winter Wolf Pack deputy.
Many looked on at the couple in disgust, and there was much crude dispatch when news burst that the two were expecting to have a litter. When the time came the only pup born to the circumvent dam and sire was a single sickly cub.
By Winter Wolf law they were permitted to slaughter the firstborn of their litter, but Thara was unwilling to witness the murder of her newborn. The sire agreed to the terms, but not long after he began to regret his decision. A beautiful fae named Aphrodite was hopelessly in love with Troy, and resented Thara for having been able to capture the males heart despite her position as a rogue.
Seeking revenge on Thara for taking away what was 'rightfully hers' she conceived a delusive animus to separate the two. She slowly but surely convinced Troy that his mate wasn't fit to be the deputy's mate, seducing him with her feminine charm. Troy soon had poor Thara kicked out of the pack, and took Aphrodite in as his official mate. Thankfully for Thara Troy still held some emotion for her, and so kept their sole pup. Although, he refused to let it take on his position as deputy. Instead, he mated with Aphrodite, hoping to produce a stronger generation for him to select from.
Too young to fully grasp the concept of his mothers disappearance Arrow expected her to come back soon. But with a neglectful father and banished mother he soon found himself to be in the staggering position of both parents being inattentive, and as a result he was forced to nurture his own independence.

Soon enough the pups of Troy and Aphrodite were conveyed. The whole pack was overjoyed with the new arrivals, all except the elders. They saw the disgrace in Troy taking in a new mate, and they pitied poor Arrow. But, Arrow being strong as he was welcomed his newborn brothers just as warmly as his sire did. In fact, he was possibly even more excited about them than his kin. His two siblings were named Kento and Liken. Both were strong, thick legged cubs. Arrow bathed his blood brothers in licks, only to be pushed away from time to time by Aphrodite. While Troy looked on in pride at Arrow's kind gestures of ardour Aphrodite looked on in arrogance. She wanted Arrow dead, so her sons would be the sole heirs. She feared the pack may argue that since he was Troy's first born he still kept the birth right.

As time passed the boys spent more and more time together until they were finally inseparable. Particularly Arrow and Liken, the first born. They fought together and taught each other battling techniques. Liken grew to be headstrong and dense minded, while Kento attained an heir of pacific acuity.