Symphony Character Adoption Agency - CD + OPEN! :)

[Wesley]

Demzee, I've added your revamp to the kennels now. Thank you so much!

Luna-puppy, hmm, I'm sorry that I missed you. I'll add him to the filler preps now! :3

Stonefly and Sainler, I should get your critique to you Saturday hopefully.

[[inactive]]

Username: pop!
Kennel Number: 19
Lineart Link/Credits: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?t=683477
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Username: pop!
Kennel Number: 43
Lineart Link/Credits: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?t=2192959
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[MeltiTheDragon]

Username:
Diamondshine101
Kennel Number:
#44....I spent a long while looking through for charries and she caught me red-handed. Or in this case red-hooved.
Use:
She shall be a charrie of mine used for art,stories,and pretty much anything you could think of.
Name:
Oddity
Gender:
Female
Species and/or specific breed:
Zebroid [Zebra+Horse]
Personality:
She is shy,yet very outgoing with close friends. She's calm,confident,a natural leader,brave,and always loves a good laugh.
History/Background:
In the Congo Rainforest,a little filly was born. Her zebra mother,Mandita,saw something shocking about her 'only foal'. She had the dusty buckskin coloring of her Trakehner/Fresian father,Vixern and the patterns of her mother. As a result she was named Oddity. Oddity was never wanted except by her parents. She never played because they teased her. She even has a list of mean names they've called her;Tiny,Puny,Little Tyke,Tykere,Oddster,and especially Different. Even her crush,a golden zebra called Bronshen,called her Different. The day he called her that she ran home crying. She stayed with her parents for several months. When it came time to join with the herd. She told Mandita that she would make herself a herd,one that appreciated her,and set off. She finally found after a year of travel,four misfit horses. They became friends,and to this day,their herd is thriving and growing.
Accessories:
She wears a lime green scruchie on her muzzle,and rainbow versions on her pasterns.
wantuback

[starry--knight]

Username: starry-knight
Kennel Number: 181
Use:


I would use this lovely fellow in a couple ways : Mainly to make art of because his pelt is lovely. But I would also like to use him perhaps in role-plays or simply shower him in my love<3


- About the character -
Name: Chrome
Nickname: Crow
Gender: Male
Species and/or specific breed: Lion
Personality:


Chrome has many aspects to his inner self. His personality a lot like his translucent markings that fade from one color to the next. He can be outgoing, adventurous, standoffish, arrogant, and mysterious. He doesn't mind the spotlight as long as he's standing in it on his own- Crow isn't fond of sharing. Chrome enjoys exploring and taking unnecessary risks when he can making him also 100% reckless. If confronted, his arrogant and standoffish behavior rears its ugly head before whomsoever started the fight. He may not start them; but he'll finish them. Oddly enough Crow is also mysterious. He likes to have his space and keeps a lot of himself a mystery to just about anyone.

Let it be said Chrome is still a cub, such behaviors as listed above are very common and expected of a young male on the verge of adulthood- save the mysterious part. Like those his age he is overly curious, reckless, competitive, and easily distracted. He is solely dependent on his parents but the daring cub would say otherwise.


History/Background:
- Other information -
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]:
dothedew

wip

[Hedgie;]

I believe Wesley made it clear that this character was no longer here, and even showed you where she was...

[Wesley]

Yes, Diamondshine101. Sorry, I think you misunderstood.
You need to post the form on THIS topic. ^-^

[Areater]

Username:
I am Areater. This is my one and only username. I created it when I was five, going on my first website - Webkinz. Well, I can't really say I created it. My mother did, rather. My initials are AR, so she put that at the front. Easy to remember, right? And when I was younger I used to act like a garbage disposal, eating anything in sight, so she put "eater" after it. Done! I've kept that name ever since (lol I'm uncreative.)
Other Characters:
I currently only own quite a few active characters: Tadpole, my current only main character, and Hautsita are both adopted from here. Calle Ocho usually only hangs out with Icecube, and he lives in a zoo, so it is VERY unlikely that he will meet either of these characters, or any other characters for that matter (unless Myra decides to fly into his habitat, but she's too shy to do that.)
Why Kennel 306?
I've been interested in this character for a while. His species is unusual, and I like that. You don't see a giraffe character everyday - he's unique. He also has very nice coloring and markings. Although he starts off natural, his design ends with wispy green markings and an oddly colored main and tail that matches his eyes, along with two colors of giraffe spots - deep brown and solid black. And the little turtle necklace easily offered muse for his personality, and it's just..well, adorable! While it may seem random, his colors seem to scream 'tropical' - just like a turtle on a deserted island!
Why not?
Kennel Number:
Kennel 306.
Use:
I will probably draw Calle Ocho (traditionally, so you probably won't find that artwork on here), and possibly order art of him - I want to order a piece in which he is cuddling with his best friend, Icecube (<3). I will also include him in my character site and make him a main character. I am even considering using him for my fursona - we have some similar characteristics, and my neck is pretty long too.
I also want to write a book with all of my characters in it. I want them to escape from the world of CS (I mostly only use my characters here) and find themselves in the real world, with myself trying to hunt them down and capture them (*twirls mustache evilly*) so I can return them to CS. I would like to gain more characters before I do this, and Calle Ocho will make a wonderful edition to the plotline - he will probably think everybody's a traitor and working for me. In this story, he would probably become enemies with Tadpole, because Tadpole likes me very much, and he will jump to the conclusion that he must be a traitor.



Name:
This beautiful giraffe is named Calle Ocho. He prefers you call him by his full name, as Calle sounds like the name of a female calico cat, and he is quite the opposite, and he just doesn't like Ocho. Calle Ocho means 'Street Eight' in Spanish, but this has nothing to really do with him.
Gender:
Calle Ocho is a male and proud of it.
Species:
Calle Ocho is a giraffe.
Personality:
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[ Shy ]
Calle Ocho isn't as outgoing as his best friend Icecube. He likes to stay in the back and go unnoticed, and he has a small stutter. This is because he hasn't always had the best relationships with other creatures, and this makes him not want to meet new friends. When he is with Icecube, he can sometimes be a little more outgoing (he still has the stutter), but he would certainly never be labeled as outgoing.
[ Cautious ]
It takes a lot to get Calle Ocho to get to trust you. This is partly just because of his nature and partly because he was separated from his herd when he was younger - while it was an accident, he thought they left him on purpose, and this has led to him being very untrusting. Now, the only animal/person he truly trusts is Icecube.
[ Funny ]
While Calle Ocho doesn't always open his mouth, when he does something pretty funny is bound to come out. He has a lifetime supply of jokes ready, and he can say something witty at almost every occasion. He isn't rude about it, though - he only says funny things at the appropriate times, and doesn't crack out a knock-knock joke unless he knows it will brighten the mood.
[ Affectionate ]
If you can get Calle Ocho to trust you, he is very sweet. He likes to cuddle, and he will spend hours at a time just cuddling with Icecube - if he can get her to sit still. He is rather clingy to her, and so he always tries to make sure she still likes him by being as friendly as possible.
[ Loves Turtles ]
This is one thing that he just can't get over - he finds turtles absolutely fascinating. He sometimes pretends to be a turtle, and when he sleeps he tries to tuck into himself and pretend to be "hiding in his shell." While he isn't a huge water fan, he also sometimes pretends to be a swimming turtle.
History/Background:
My vision was blurry, but I could make out the faint outline of a large giraffe. Mom. My tail wiggling, I stood onto my shaky legs and wobbled towards her. She stepped closer, nuzzling my long neck. "M-Mommy!" My voice came out like a little squeak. "Get some rest, little one." She laid down next to me, and I collapsed to the ground ungracefully, wiggling towards her and curling up against her. "I love you, my little Calle Ocho."

I was steady on my feet, and my vision was clear. I was much older, but still young. My mother didn't give me milk anymore, but it had only been a few weeks since she stopped letting me suckle.
I saw a bundle of leaves above me, hanging from a branch. I had been trying for a long time to reach them - they were too low-hanging for my mother to want to duck her head down to get them, but they were too high for me to reach. Leaning my neck up..
"Mommy, I can reach the tree!" Squealing, I munched on the fresh green leaves, wet from dew. My tail wiggled again - a quirk of mine - and she laughed. Her laugh was suddenly cut off as a scream cut through the air. "Run! Fire!" My mother gasped, and then she began to run.
I didn't know what fire was. I didn't know why she was running. And then, suddenly, I felt the heat. The smoke began to crowd around me as the fire spread, and my little tree was engulfed in flames.
And my mom kept running, leaving me behind.
I tried to catch up, but a burning tree cut me off, and I had to turn and run the other way. Tears streamed down my face. My father had never showed up, and my mother had left me.
I never heard her shouting my name, trying to find me. "Calle Ocho, my baby, where are you?!

Hunger. Agonizing hunger. I could feel my ribs pressed out against my skin, and my voice was hoarse from lack of water. My lungs burned from the smoke. It had only been a few days since I had been separated from my mother and my herd, and now I was wandering alone. Starving.
Then the almost-hairless thing that walked on only it's hind legs came. It spoke in a soothing, calm voice, but then it took something out and pointed it at me. Something flew out and embedded itself in my shoulder, and I was suddenly exhausted. Before I could run, I was asleep.

"I don't know if he will be okay. He's emaciated, has severe burns and lung damage, and he's only just off his mother's milk." I stomped at the ground, coughing roughly, as I glared at the people through the bars of my cage. It was big, but not extremely large. "If he doesn't die, he's going to have to stay in a zoo. He can't go back in the wild - he'll just die."
After intense care, a small almost-hairless thing looked at me through the bars, and it smiled. "You get to leave now. You can't go back to the wild, but we're sending you to a good zoo. I promise, you'll be okay."
I didn't understand what she was saying, but her voice was soothing, so I wiggled my tail. She laughed and walked away.
Later, she came back. She came inside this time, though. "Say goodbye to Africa, baby," she whispered, and then I felt a sharp sting and I was falling asleep again.

When I woke up, I was in a very different place. My enclosure was larger, and there were people pointing at me. "Look, it's the new giraffe!"
I stretched, looking around at my new home - at least, I think this was home. It looked like a permanent area for me to stay. My tail wiggling as I walked around, I heard a voice. "Mr. Observant, maybe you'd like to meet your new roommate?" I stumbled and then whirled around, staring at her. She was an older giraffe - no, not really older, that was too nice - she was ancient. "H-Hello, I-I-I didn't n-notice you.."
She laughed. "That's quite alright. My name is Belle. You?"
"C-Calle Ocho." I took a breath, but then I coughed. Ouch. My lungs hurt.
She looked at me with concern. "Are you okay?"
"I-I think it was the s-smoke. From the f-f-fire." That's what it had been called, right?
"I'm so sorry, Calle Ocho." She offered an apologetic smile and then turned and walked away, lying down to sunbathe.

For a few months I was okay. Belle was nice - though I didn't completely trust her. She was kind of distant sometimes, and sometimes she got really grumpy, but she still pretty nice. And the food was okay. This place wasn't all bad.
Then, one day, I woke up to find the mostly-hairless things crowding around Belle. Maybe I didn't completely like her, but I didn't want them to hurt her either. Letting out a loud bellow, I moved forward to help her, but then I saw her glazed-over eyes.
She wasn't asleep. She was dead.
My only friend was dead.

That night I got very little sleep. I couldn't sleep when I knew that I would wake up to find myself alone. I didn't want to be alone again.
Something warm and tiny pressed against my leg. Startled, I looked down, a tear dripping down my face.
A tiny faint-grey and blue cat looked up at me, her eyes bright and full of wonder. "Big."
Her head cocked, and she purred "Icecube."
I assumed this was her name. "C-Calle O-Ocho" I sniffled.
"Big," she repeated. "Very big."

I had found my best friend.
She visits nearly every night, when nobody's here, and she sleeps next to me until more nearly-hairless things show up, and it is always my favorite time of the day.

Big.



Turtles:
"My necklace, mommy!"
I woke up from my sleep to hear a baby nearly-hairless thing shrieking, pointing at a little thing on a string that had fallen into my home. I lazily walked over to it, and she fell silent.
"Look, mommy, he's going over to it!"
She let out a squeal of delight as I nuzzled it with my nose. Please be quiet. I don't like your loud noises.
Picking it up, I placed it in my sleeping area. Icecube would know what it was - she was very skilled in knowing what almost-hairless things did with their weird trinkets.

"Oh, that's a necklace! My owner wears them around her neck all the time. That one, specifically, has a turtle charm." She puffed out her chest, obviously proud at this knowledge. I placed it on her and she smiled, but then pawed it off. "You should be wear it! After all, you found it!" I shook my head. "T-There's no way t-that will f-fit on my n-neck, silly." She shrugged and nestled into my side. "We'll figure out a way. We always do." Smiling, I stretched out my neck and closed my eyes.
When I woke up, it was still dark, but the sun was beginning it's slow trek up into the sky. "So, Icecube, h-how do you p-plan to-" I stopped talking when I realized she wasn't there. She hardly ever left early. Disappointed, I got up, and turned to see her staring at me with bright blue eyes. "Put it on."
"I t-told you, Icecube, it w-won't fit-"
"I knotted my favorite pieces of string to it. It's really long now." I smiled at her, knowing that she must have been sad to give up the string. I knew how much she loved her string. "T-Thank you, Icecube, t-that was very t-thoughtful of you." Her ears twitched in response as I leaned my head down. She jumped up on my neck and draped it over me.
"So, t-tell me about these 't-turtle' things, if I'm going to be w-wearing a n-necklace that s-sports one."
Grinning from blue ear to ear, she launched into fantastic stories about these wonderful swimmers that hid in shells.

dothedew

“ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ, ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴍɪɴᴜs ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ sᴏ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.”

Username:
I am Areater. This is my one and only username. I created it when I was five, going on my first website - Webkinz. Well, I can't really say I created it. My mother did, rather. My initials are AR, so she put that at the front. Easy to remember, right? And when I was younger I used to act like a garbage disposal, eating anything in sight, so she put "eater" after it. Done! I've kept that name ever since (lol I'm uncreative.)
Other Characters:
I currently only own two active characters: Tadpole, who I adopted from here in January, and is my current main character, and Hautsita, whom I also recently adopted from here. Icecube's best friend is Calle Ocho, but she hangs out with lots of other creatures, so it is a high possibility she will meet Tadpole.
Why Kennel 46?
I'm going to be honest. I didn't choose Icecube right off the bat because I thought she was the most alluring character. I saw some joint forms and thought Oh, that looks fun! I had already been interested in Calle Ocho, and after some thought I decided to make a joint form for him with another character. I automatically wanted that character to be a feline. So I started scrolling, looking through cat kennels. I found two that I was interested in; Kennel 46 and Kennel 52. Kennel 52 was beautiful, but Kennel 46 was something different altogether. She was simple, but it fit. Her colors and markings were small and not super creative, yet they shone to create a good character.
Now, I think I want her even more than I want Calle Ocho.
Kennel Number:
Kennel 46.
Use:
I want to draw Icecube traditionally, most likely ramping through flowers or trying to catch a butterfly or some other thing like that. I also want to make some examples of her artwork and tall-tales, which I might post on CS. I'm also going to include her on my character site, and possibly make her a main character along with Calle Ocho. I'm not considering her being my fursona, though. She would be a great idea for my best friend's fursona (another reason Calle Ocho would make a good fursona for me, his best friend is like my best friend), but not mine.
I also want to write a book with all of my characters in it. I want them to escape from the world of CS (I mostly only use my characters here) and find themselves in the real world, with myself trying to hunt them down and capture them (*twirls mustache evilly*) so I can return them to CS. I would like to gain more characters before I do this, and Icecube will make a great edition to the plotline - she will try and save everybody else even at the risk of being captured herself.
She will also probably sing songs until she drives everybody crazy.



Name:
Icecube's name isn't actually Icecube, but she wanted a cute, simple name. So she calls herself that, because of the blue tints in her fur.
Her real name is Nieve, which means snow - again, named for the blue tints in her fur, as snow is cold and cold is related to blue - in Spanish. While this name is short, it isn't simple enough for her to really like it. She has only told Calle Ocho that this is her real name, but he still calls her Icecube because she likes it much more than her true name.
Gender:
Icecube is a female.
Species/Breed:
Icecube is a feline - just a simple housecat. Her exact breed is an American Shorthair x Turkish Angora.
Personality:
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[ Spontaneous ]
There is no other way to describe her. Icecube is as random as it gets. At one moment she might be sitting there, grooming herself, and the next she will be doing a handpawstand while reciting Shakespeare backwards, and anybody who knows her won't even find this strange. This is simply who she is.
[ Friendly ]
Icecube is extremely affectionate and loving. She loves being with friends and gets lonely easily. She's always willing to make a new friend and is hardly ever mean. She doesn't see the point; why ruin somebody's day when you can make it better?
[ Creative ]
Icecube's imagination as large as an ocean - and it is filled with as many ideas as there are drops of water in one. She can go on and on about some tall tale that never happened, that she just made up off the top of her head, and it will be full of things most people never would have thought of. Her artwork, while messy, is also very original - and very colorful, too.
[ Optimistic ]
The water glass isn't half-empty, nor is it half-full. It's completely full - just with different things! Icecube never gives up and never says something is too hard. She also has high hopes, and even when she doesn't get what she wants she just brushes it off and says "Next time we'll do it for sure!" Not I'll do it for sure - we'll. She never does anything without a friend to share her joyfulness with.
[ Forgiving ]
You can do anything to Icecube - betray her, hurt her, lie to her, anything. She might feel torn apart, but she will never blame you. One simple apology and she will completely forgive you. She knows everybody makes mistakes, and no matter how large they are she will accept that you never meant it.
[ Outgoing ]
Icecube will never be shy. She loves to meet strangers and doesn't have stage fright. She will say whatever's on her mind and not be embarrassed, even if everybody laughs at her.
History/Background:
I mewled as my mother licked my fur down, squirming so that I could avoid her tongue. But she held me firmly between her fluffy paws until my fur was groomed. My five siblings came rampaging towards me as soon as she was finished. Hailey tackled me, gnawing on my ear as I batted at her fluffy white tail. My brother Tom growled and pounced on me as soon as I escaped. Laughing, I went to nip him, but I suddenly found myself being lifted up off the ground.
"Yes, this is the kitten we would recommend for you. She's playful and active, and she's a real cuddlebug if you manage to tire her out." I mewled and tried to get down, but then I was being handed off. Where was I going? "Goodbye, Nieve!" my mother called out, and my siblings chorused "Have fun, Icecube!"
They took me into a big metal thing that moved. After a bit, their hairless paws were picking me up and carrying me inside a large den. I wasn't sure I liked it - there were no other cats here!
Then I heard a rumbling purr behind me. "You need to sharpen your nose, little one." I turned to see a plump ginger cat. She wasn't like my siblings - she was old, and her scent - I could smell it now - was stale and kind of stinky. She purred, a laugh, as I wrinkled my nose. "It's hard to groom yourself when you tire yourself out twisting your head two degrees."
Although the cat - her name is Mouse, weird as it sounds - was bad-smelling, she was still friendly, and I managed to get her to play with me a few times throughout the day. Then night fell, and we both curled up for the night.
"Is there anything fun to do here?"
"Here? Goodness, no. This place is boring."
My spirit deflated. I didn't like boring things!
"Now, go a few miles down the road and it's a whole other story."
My ears perked. Just a few miles? I could hitch a ride on one of those moving metal things and be a couple miles down the road in no time at all! I twitched my ears, eager for her to continue.
"There's a big place with all sorts of animals. There's a multitude of monkeys, a pair of giraffes, some wild cats.."
Wild cats? I could meet the big, scary predators! I could hardly contain my excitement. "Could you take me there?"
"With these weary bones? Are you kidding?"
My hopes deflated again.
"You don't need me. You can't miss it. Just go towards the big tree with fruit growing off it, then take a right turn, then another right turn. Then just keep walking. You'll see it."

Two nights later, I couldn't wait any longer. I put my squeaky mouse toy in the way of the door when my housefolk closed it, so it stayed cracked open. When they went to the bed, I squeezed through the crack between the door and the frame. I was out!
Sneaking towards the big black path, I sprang on the next passing metal thing. A couple of minutes later, I jumped off, landing on my paws in the grass with an oomph. Then I began to walk towards the huge gates. Mouse had told me about a few holes in the ground under the fence "easy for a young, fit cat like yourself to squeeze through." When I found one, I pushed through, losing a couple chunks of fur, but it was worth it. Tigers ➥ I began to pad that way, but then I heard a soft crying sound. As I began to walk in the direction of it, it got louder - it was obviously coming from a large animal. Cautiously sneaking closer, I spotted a huge, long-necked animal sitting in the enclosure, tears in it's tropical-colored eyes. I had to get closer!
Eventually I found a monkey in an enclosure nearby, who said he knew how to get into all the enclosures. I asked him how, and he showed me a set of keys. When I asked him why he didn't leave, he pointed at a banana peel underneath his tree. Then he came to open the enclosure for me. "This thing's called a giraffe. I don't know if he speaks - he's never spoken to me before. His friend did, but I haven't seen her all day."
I nodded and thanked him, and he told me not to mention it before going back to his enclosure. I walked through the door and into the big enclosure, padding closer to the grief-stricken giraffe. Then I settled down next to his long legs, eyes wide. "Big."
He glanced down, surprised, at me. I decided to tell him my name. "Icecube!"
He sniffled, and said "Calle Ocho."
Odd name. "Big." That name would fit him better, in my opinion. "Very big," I emphasized.
I'll be back again, big.



Happy Birthday!
"Mouse, are there any party supplies in this house?" The old ginger she-cat yawned, then murmured "check the closet" before falling back to sleep, sunning herself. "Thank you!"
She was right. I wrapped myself in streamers, grabbed a bag of fun confetti, and tried to blow up some balloons. Okay, maybe no balloons.
I knew Calle Ocho would want a birthday treat, so I leaped through the cat door into the backyard, picking up a decently sized branch that had been knocked over in the storm last night. Perfect!
I waited until the last rays of sunlight petered out, then leaped through the newly-added cat door into the front yard, my mouth stuffed with supplies and my back weighed down with the weight of them. Streamers were wrapped around my legs, and my tail had two party hats tied to it. The party hat would fit perfectly on my head, although the other one might have to go around Calle Ocho's ear instead.
Some cars - I found out their name! - stopped to look strangely at me, but finally I hitched a ride on one that drove past without noticing me.
When I arrived at the zoo, the monkey - he never told me his name - was swinging around freely. "Could you help me up?" It would take a while to fit all of this stuff through the hole I usually came through. So he grabbed me and took me over the fence, placing me down on the ground again once we over it. "Thanks." He nodded. "You're early. The giraffe's asleep - he usually wakes up just in time for your visits." I grinned. "Perfect. Could you sneak me in?"
I crept past Calle Ocho, spreading streamers and confetti in my wake. My neon blue party hat was balanced on my head, and Calle Ocho's neon green one was tied to his ear - he slept deeply. When the area looked decently decorated, I dragged the branch in front of Calle Ocho, and scratched "Happy Birthday!" into the sand in front of it with my claws. It was perfect.
Nuzzling Calle Ocho awake with my nose, I purred, "Happy Birthday, best friend!"

dothedew

[weegeestar5]

i'll make it look more pretty later :>





"lately, i'm not quite myself, maybe i do need some help."

Username:

This isn't me,
This isn't you,
But it's just everything we do.
Till you open up your eyes,
And understand this isn't real.
This isn't me,
This isn't you,
This is everything but true,
Till we come to realize,
It's what we put each other through.

weegeestar5
Kennel Number:
#4 & #301
Use:
I would love to use these two as characters! -wip
Why these two?:

"just my confusion, trust my delusion"

- About the characters -

Kennel 4 ;; the savior
Name:
Paper.
Gender:
Male.
Species and/or specific breed:
Personality:

"don't you, regret you met me?"

Kennel 301 ;; the saved
Name:
Tissue.
Gender:
Male
Species and/or specific breed:
Personality:

"go through these steps to get me, back to where we start, 'fore i fall apart"

History/Background:

"if I could black out, it'd become so clear, standing face-to-face with everything I fear; watch so closely, but still i don't see"

Kennel 4;;
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]:

"as bad as it seems, a piece of mind i steal. in ordinary life the consequence is real"

Kennel 301;;
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]:

"i'm past the point of reality"
dothedew

ye gonna end up as lovers hehehehe
or maybe best friends who knows with me

anyway reserve quq

Username: Demzee

Name: Bracken

Gender: Male

Breed/Species: Canine

Preferences and Requirements for adoption:
-Name, gender, and species are changeable.
-Minor design changes and small accessories are acceptable.
-Please return here if no longer wanted.

Lineart Link, design credits, etc.: Art and design by Ocean_Sapphire.

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Username: wesleydog
Name: Tissue
Gender: Male
Breed/Species: Canine
Preferences and Requirements for adoption:
~ Minor design changes are okay.
~ Keep species the same; name and gender can change.
Lineart Link, design credits, etc.: I'm not sure. The original lines were by Sandwitch, though.

[weegeestar5]

"I always think of you and I'll try to cross the whole round ocean. As long as my stars are guiding me, I don't know how much time I need."

Username: weegeestar5
Kennel Number: #174
Use: She will be used as one of my characters! I will try my best to give her the attention she deserves, though I can never make any solid promises. -wip-
Why her?: xxx

"My dreams sometimes look so far away, and I feel like I am lost..."

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Name: xxx
Gender: Female
Species and/or specific breed: xxx
Age: xxx
Appearance: xxx

"There are angels all around me. They give me faith and hope with wings to fly. And I have to fly right now, to find the skies of tomorrow."

Personality: xxx
History/Background [overview]: xxx
History/Background [story]: xxx

"I keep calling you, but there's no answer from you."

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Theme song(s): xxx
Likes: xxx
Dislikes: xxx
Orientation: xxx
Friends: xxx
Enemies: xxx
Family: xxx
Other: xxx

"I'm drifting all by myself, so many tears are falling down."

"It's a miracle that we can find each other in this world. Don't know how far it is to get there, but we know we're always happy, cause we're flying to look for a dream... together."

dothedew

wip <3

[zelos]

{ will be prettying up later uwu }

Username: Hi there! I'm MaximumSimplicity, but I prefer Max, or Maximum if you like.
Kennel Number: This beautiful guy is in Kennel 181
Use: So, I've recently starting working on an idea for a comic, called Freakshow. It's set some years into the future, in a world where humanity is at war with each other and the world is slowly collapsing, and it is about this strange laboratory that genetically modified creatures' DNA, whether by merging it with another species, or simply tampering with it and seeing what the outcome would be. They're creating tools for the war, something they believe will give them an advantage. However, this laboratory burns down, and a handful of the creature escape. This character would be one of them. They run into the wild, finding this it was no what the expected. However, the surviving scientists and a few of the 'successful' experiments, are hunting our main cast down, for horrible things would happen if they were discovered.

Anyway, I'm not sure if I'm gonna actually go through with this story, but I'm working on character designs and I'm really excited for it. However, should I end up not doing this comic, and I get this character, I will still use him! Oh yes! I will use him in all sorts of art, and probably roleplays, too. He's too pretty to let go to waste.

Name: "Uh, hey, my name is Amitola."

→ Amitola is a Native American male name that means "rainbow". This name comes from a legend that says that the first colorful picture was painted on the clouds by a young Indian chief named Amitola.
Gender: "I'm a guy."

→ This lion is male.
Age: "Probably something like seventen in human years... I dunno, it's hard to keep track of time when you're cooped up in a laboratory pretty much all of your life."

→ Amitola is approximately seventeen in human age.
Species: "Originally a normal lion cub, until they modified my DNA at a very young age. I mean, yeah, I'm still a lion, but... different looking."

→ He is a lion.
Sexuality: "While I'm not all that interested in love, if I had to choose, I'd probably go for the ladies. Not that any females are gonna be interested in me any time soon..."

→ While he's not looking for love, Amitola is straight/heterosexual.

Personality: "You want to know about my personality? Ahah... uhh.. how do I explain my own behavior? Wouldn't it be easier to just get to know me personally?"

→ At first, Amitola is a bit shy around those he doesn't know, much like the others that he escaped with. This is a result of being forced into almost complete isolation for most of his life (which the small exception of occasionally being able to see his friends). However, it doesn't take much to get him to warm up to you. While he's usually mistrustful of others at first, and always a bit afraid of being hurt or betrayed, he is quite a trustworthy character. He's quite good at keeping secrets.

However, even when he does open up to you, he's still a little quiet and soft spoken. He's actually a little socially awkward, and he's afraid of saying something and messing up.
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sugarcrush

Username: ''
Kennel Number: 32
Use:
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Name: Augustus Inzei
Gender: Male
Species and/or specific breed: Royal Canigon
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