Symphony Character Adoption Agency - CD + OPEN! :)

[amamile]

Kennel Number:
Kennel 260

Use:
Likely a main character, so he'd be drawn often, as well as being a character in a story of mine uwu

Name:
Matvey
the Russian form of Mathew
It's somewhat strange looking and seems warm, fitting for his personality

Gender:
Matvey's male

Age:
This could get confusing. As Matvey's a werewolf, his physical and actual ages are very different. His actual age is 40, extremely young for a werewolf.His physical age is 15 as a human, which would be roughly 18 months old as a wolf.

Sexuality:
Sexuality is fluid in werewolves. They prefer to worry about love rather than the gender of who it's with.

Species:
He's a werewolf, but that pattern seems strange and he's rather small.Maybe he has some human in him?

Physical:
Being a werewolf, he has three forms. One is human, any regular person wouldn't be able to tell they're looking at a wolf. In this form he appears as a regular human, though tall for his age. The second is a half-human half-wolf anthro form. In this form he's taller than almost any human, with the head and characteristics of a wolf but a humanoid body.His third and last form is a regular wolf, though larger and with unusual eyes.

Diet:
Matvey can eat anything his form at the time can eat. He usually eats as a wolf due to the fact that he hunts as a wolf. On the ship he's still coping with eating in his human form.

Personality:
Matvey's an odd wolf with a penchant for messing things up.He's inquisitive and perhaps too stupid to know when to stop asking questions. Matvey's defiance isn't a bad thing, but he lacks the strength to back himself up should something go wrong.He's not fond of exerting himself or dangerous situations, but he's rather forced to due to living with sky-pirates.

Setting:
Matvey's world is Steampunk, covered in kingdoms, sky-pirates, and airships. Modern technology doesn't exist, nor does modern fashion. Humans are the superior race to werewolves, who are suppressed and live in ruined but colourful elevated towns, like the shady mechanical-part dealing town Matvey's from


History/Background:
No one really liked Matvey, a scrawny pup who asked too many questions and spilled too many drinks.
He wasn't quite like them. They lived in their alleys and slums, content not to wonder how life was outside the stone walls.
Matvey was different, Matvey wondered. He had an unrivaled enthusiasm for mechanics and engineering, as well as a naturally curious nature.The huge airships that passed overhead spewing clouds of steam into the air fascinated them.He chased them, but couldn't follow them passed the cliffs. Sometimes the airships docked on the nearby factories for repairs. He would sneak up tot hem to study the technology, almost getting caught on several occasions.As he aged his curiosity didn't falter, and he continued to learn. One day at the start of the summer, he accidentally wanders too close to the ships. When the ships cook notices him studying the control panel while being held on the ship, she invites him to join the crew of the ship as a second engineer, mistaking him for a human boy. He accepts, obviously. Unfortunately he doesn't realize that he's afraid of heights 'till they take off. Also that he just joined a crew of sky-pirates.

Likes & dislikes:
✔= reptiles, machines, nature
x= birds, darkness, balloons, heights

Favourite colour= Bronze
Favourite food= Fish
Favourite singer= Owl city

hobbies= violin
painting
mechanics
inventing
reading

Orchestral theme:
Engines Of Resistance- Larry clark
Vocal theme:
Umbrella beach- Owl city

Random facts:
While on the ship Kami, a gunner, taught him to play violin.He's pretty good actually.
He loves dancing
He can't swim
His waistband is the only part of the clothes the crew gave him that stays on when he's in his wolf form

Stands and gears, oh how the daisies bloom
When chandeliers light up the engine room
Can you feel the drops as it starts to rain
There's an underwater Ferris wheel
where I found the missing link to this island chain

dothedew

[kiowa.]

Username: bluekibby
Kennel Number: 161
Lineart Link/Credits: http://bluekibby.deviantart.com/art/BUY ... -419054241
New picture:
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Username: bluekibby
Kennel Number: 192
Lineart Link/Credits: http://bluekibby.deviantart.com/art/BUY ... -419054241
New picture:
3748329q

ill do some more revamps using this lineart tomorrow ^^

[SabrinaB]

Danny

Art by Raven Feather

Username:

My username is SabjeBammie. A girl who loves animals, characters, art, writing and reading.

Kennel Number:

Danny can be found in kennel number 61. He looks so sad, he needs some love!

Use:

Danny will join my group of characters, which is growing. I want to get more art of him, and make some myself too.
His colors look amazing, he really caught my attention and refuses to let go. I want to write stories too some day.
Hm, he might end up as my avatar and signature And maybe I'll do 1 or 2 breedings with him. He looks so amazing!
I'm not sure yet, but trust me: he will be used!

Enough about me, let's move on to Danny!

Name:

This lovely guy will be named Danny. No idea why, it has no special meaning to me and is not based on a movie, book, real life animal or whatever. I looked at him and thought: he looks like a Danny. Sometimes I have that when I look at a character. Don't we all?

Gender: Male
Species and/or specific breed: Dog (Foxhound)
Personality:
History/Background:
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Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]:
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[SabrinaB]

Username:
Kennel Number: 67
Use:
- About the character -
Name: Thika/Bluebell [may change]
Gender: Mare, female
Species and/or specific breed:
Personality:
History/Background:
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[SabrinaB]

Username:
Kennel Number: 5
Use:
- About the character -
Name: Milan
Gender: Male
Species and/or specific breed: Bobcat
Personality:
History/Background:
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[radiantly]

Username:
Tweety*
Kennel Number:
223
Use:
To use in my trade rules and signature. Probably also as a character.
- About the character -
Name:
Amaya
Nickname Maya
Meaning "night rain"
Gender:
Female
Species and/or specific breed:
BMD puppy. She was born from two purebred Bermese Mountain Dogs.
Personality:
{secluded}
Amaya has always been secluded. She doesn't enjoy socializing because she feels as if it puts her at risk. She will shy away from social situations where large groups of animals or humans are present. Maya feels that if too many people (or animals) are around she will be swallowed into the masses.

{nature lover}
She loves nature to no end. She feels at home with the birdsong above her head and the fresh, dewey grass beneath her feet. Sometimes if you talk passionately about nature for long enough then she might give you a smile, or she might even ask you to join her on a short walk. Another reason for her being secluded is that she feels as if the noise from any company ruins the serenity of the earth. It is best to be absolutely quiet if you are lucky enough to accompany her.

{skittish}
Whilst Maya isn't always afraid she is always slow to trust. She hates lightning storms, hail and famine because she thinks it ruins nature. She is slow to trust since she would rather be alone. Her smile is beautiful, huge, clean and cheerful. You are lucky to see her smile because she only expresses her happiness around people (or animals( she trusts.

{loving}
Once you get to know Maya she can be your best friend. Never leaving your side or double crossing you. Maya loves to receive hugs and cuddles from the people and animals closest to her. At first you could be fooled into thinking that she is just a terribly boring dog who walks alone and jumps at the smallest noises, that would be a terrible mistake.

{playful}
Show me one pup who doesn't like to ruff and tumble with her buddies and I will be impressed. Maya loves letting loose with those who know her well. Her special skills include stalking, pouncing and wrestling. The little grunting noises she makes when she plays tug o war are just to adorable. Watch out for Maya!

History/Background:
When Maya was born she was smaller than the rest. Her mother named her Amaya, meaning night rain because her eyes shone as beautifully as the drizzle that fell that night. From then on her mother knew she was special.

Unfortunately She often got trampled by her brothers and sisters thus causing her to become very nervous. Her mother was kind to her and looked out for her when she needed help. Maya learnt to fend for herself and how to camouflage very well into the mud and grass. She often took long walks under the starlight because she enjoyed finding fireflies. The fireflies danced around her daintily and guided her home safely after her strolls. She fell in love with the glittering lights that illuminated the meadows and could always be seen around the fireflies. Her mother often gazed after her fondly as she strolled through the fields.

She still sometimes walks through the fields to find her fiery friends.
- Other information -

Likes;;
Fireflies
Nature
Dew
Ropes
Tug o war
Food
Gentle breezes
Long walks under the stars
Bunnies
Trees
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dislikes;;
Bigger dogs
Chocolate
Chains
Famine
Floods
Lightning
Hail
Volcanoes
/
Favorites;;
/
Favorite color~
A soft yellow. It is calming to her because it reminds her of her firefly friends.
Favorite food~
She enjoys chicken. Any chicken or soft meat. She is really not picky but she enjoys chicken the most.
Favorite time of day~
Dusk. She loves how every sunset is a different scene. The soft colors and light hues make her calm.
Favorite weather~
She loves a light drizzle. The droplets on her muzzle and paws cool her down and refresh the earth.

art by me c:
song lyrics, poems and extra stories
art

Beautiful art made by Jiloon. ❤️
dothedew.

[Dylan Klebold]

Wesley, did you see my critique form?

[Wesley]

/happy tears/
Thank you so much for the revamps, Blue. I should try to do some later as well c;

@basshunter./Matt: Indeed, I did. It was late night in my timezone before I saw it, though. I'll do your critique when I get home (I'll be away for 2 hours-ish). It shouldn't take too long, since it's a NHP form.

[Dylan Klebold]

Ok, thank you ;3

[▸Atlas.]

Username:
My username is Dovepawlover. I was Dovey., Dove., and dovepawlover *not capitalized*. Please just call me Dove, or Dovey, what ever suits you better. <3
Kennel Number:
Kennel #46.
Use:
I would like to use Blue Frost as the mascot of my own character-adoption agency. I feel as if she would be a perfect fit for the place, and as the mascot she would get a lot of attention and use. As well has banners and art made for her. A character adopted from an agency, then being mascot of one, it's a perfect fit.

- About the character -

Name:
Her name is Blue Frost, but she just goes by 'Frost'. She is named that because of the color of her fur, which goes from blue-gray to full out blue. Just like ice or actual frost.
Gender:
Female, girl, she-cat, fea, what ever you want to call it.
Species and/or specific breed:
Cat, her breed is unknown to everyone but her parents.
Personality:
She is kind, playful, and full of energy. Always getting into trouble, or causing a lot of it. She has no fear at all, only love and kindheartedness. She will often face up to stronger, larger cats who most would run from- and end up becoming good friends. She has the tendency to make people smile, as well as forget their anger.
History/Background:
Five long years ago, Blue Frost was a little kitten named 'Blue'. She was in a large litter of seven kittens- one girl, six boys. She was the smallest, the runt of the litter, and always picked on. Her father wasn't around so her mother had to raise them all on her own, and six half-grown tomcats against one frail female, well, let's just say her mother couldn't stop them from picking on her. But it didn't matter, no matter how mean her siblings were, she was always bright and cheery. This family of stray cats lived in an alley in the middle of a huge city. Dogs roamed the place and claimed everywhere. All that Blue and her family had was a small cardboard box next to a dumpster. When Blue turned five months old, her mother died. Left alone with her mean brothers, she fled and hid in another ally. Days past. But Blue didn't notice. She was to busy being scared and grieving for her dead mother.

Finally, after a week of hiding, Blue came out into the open. All the kitten-soft fur she had had when she left her brothers had matted. All the meat on her bones had vanished. She looked just like an average abandoned kitten, alone in the big city. So, alone, dirty, and starving, Blue set out to explore the city. She went from alley to alley, box to box, finding food where she could. One day, she found an old cat alone in a box even smaller than the one she was born in. The sight of the elderly female made her heart ache, so she went inside. "Hello, I'm Blue." She had said to the old cat with a kind smile. The cat, who had been sprawled across the bottom of the box as if dead, sat up quickly and hissed. "I don't have food, just go away and leave me b-" She broke off at the end with a horrible hacking fit. Blue dipped her head and stood there respectfully and waited for the cat to stop coughing. When she did she looked back up. "Please, let me help you. My mother showed me something that helps with coughs." She said calmly, inching forward. "Ha!" The elderly cat laughed. "I don't need your help. I'm still as strong as I used to be, I can survive a stupid cough." Through out this whole sentence, the elderly cat wheezed and her eyes bulged. So Blue dipped her head and left the box. She walked farther down the alley, sniffing pile after pile of garbage. After a few minutes, she found what she was looking for. A bottle shaped like a bear, filled with golden stuff. 'Honey...' The word flashed through her head, and she grabbed the bottle. After making sure it was what she needed by tasting a bit, she half-carried half-dragged it back to the box. Once inside, she found the old cat sprawled out again. She padded over and touched her nose to the other cat's ear. The cat's eyes flew open, and she sat up and began hissing again. "What now!?" She yowled. "I brought you some honey, it will help with that cough of yours." Blue pushed the bottle over. "It won't cure it, but it will help." The old cat's eyes softened. "Why would you help me like this?" She asked Blue. "Because it's the right thing to do." Blue replied. The old cat considered this for a moment. "Your name?" She finally asked. "I'm Blue, what's your name?" She responded. "Blue? You looked more like a 'Frost' to me." The old cat wheezed. "My name? It's Bell." Bell said without explaining why she was named that. "Frost..." Murmured Blue. "I like it."

Blue stayed with Bell that night. Bell had said it was payment for helping her, but Blue thought it was just that she didn't like to be alone. Early the next morning, Blue said her good-byes to Bell and set out again. She didn't know where she was going, but hey, that made it even more thrilling! Days past. Blue's cheery nature that vanished when her mother died came back. She would say hello to all the other strays she ran into, but always introduced herself as Blue Frost.

One day while Blue Frost was out scavenging, she ran into an old tomcat. He said that there was a 'dog catcher' out collecting the stray dogs, and that all the cats had to hide. "Why?" She had asked. "It's a dog catcher, not a cat catcher." "Oh, it catches cats too!" The tomcat had warned her. "Your locked in the back of a car with them in cages next to you. I know, because I've been caught before." Blue Frost opened her mouth to ask him what he meant, but the tomcat had run off. Unsure of what to make of the cat's warning, Blue Frost continued with her searching. Barks sounding near her made her look up. The tomcat was right! Driving down the alley was a large white car with a man hanging onto the side. In his hand was a net. Blue Frost panicked and scrambled underneath a dumpster. There was garbage under it, though, and she couldn't fit. All she could do was hope they saw her tail and thought it was just trash.

But they didn't.

The van stopped and the man on the side dragged her out from under the dumpster. He carried her to the back of the van and set her down in a cage. Blue Frost curled up in the corner and waited for the worst. But all that happened was the car started moving again. Lulled by the purr of it as it drove, she fell asleep.

The car pulled into the parking lot outside of the adoption center. One by one, the men grabbed a cage and brought them inside. Blue Frost was the last one to go in. But when she was finally carried inside the door, she felt her hopes rise. There were children everywhere, pointing at trying to pet kittens and grown cats in the roomy cages along the walls. She couldn't even call them cages, there weren't bars, just a see-through plastic door. No, not a cage. A kennel. And they were all bigger than the box she was born in. She was brought to a back room where she was cleaned up and fed. After she had been dried off, a woman picked her up and put her into a pen filled with other small cats like her. She sighed, feeling herself grow even happier. This wasn't a bad place. Blue Frost turned and looked up at the big glass window where children were gathered and she gave them the cutest face she could. She wanted a home, so she had better start trying to get adopted.

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Likes/dislikes/art, etc.:
Likes: Snow, rain, water, honey, and when people are kind in return.
Dislikes: Thunder, dogs, when cats are mean.
dothedew

Sorry about the short story, it was longer but my sister erased everything and I had to start over Dx
The story basically tells how Blue Frost got her name, and how she was brought to the SCAA.
Please tell me if I did anything wrong, or if I wasn't supposed to post a form for this one </3

~Dove