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[Lirrie]

I heard tripp said one of the forms went over the word limit last time, what is the word limit as i dont see one up on the rules?

Nvm now I feel stupid XD Just ignore this.

[Gabri]

Pet's ID Tag:

#97

Name You'd Choose for It:

Blood Splattered Pavement (and Disk, and Deathsong)

Gender:

Male

Species:

Oddly colored German Shepard(tail bobbed in accident as pup), with very little bit of wolf blood far back in ancestry.

Reason You Want It:

First of all, this dog would catch my attention even if it wasn't a zombie, it has a very, unique, pretty, interesting fur design, and I love it. The light, pastel blueish grayish color would be adorable on a living breathing dog, so not its twice as nice. The calm, sweet, light bluish, contrasts wonderfully with the rotting, evil zombie. The design caught and held my attention. It actually reminded me of pavement, like a sidewalk, the newer ones, after they've been there awhile and gotten a few good scratches, or maybe a sightly scratched-up, gently loved, music CD. So those are part of his name(s). XD Second, he IS a zombie, I love zombies. especialy dog zombies. That just triples the awesomeness of the design. I've honestly wanted a zombie for awhile now, but couldn't find the inspiration to make a good one, and could never find one. Now its near Halloween, there showing up everywhere, and its the perfect time for one, this one just seemed to latch on to me. Third, its VERY near my birthday(Oct. 7th) and Halloween, so I figured I'd try to get myself a Halloween-themed birthday present, if I couldn't make one.

History:

It didn't seem at all important then, I just wanted to go for a walk. I snuck out all the time. Even if we were at war, on lockdown, AND near a nuclaer testing plant, I always had to be rebelious, prove I wasn't afraid. But I was happy then. I was liked, and had friends, a reputation as a fun guy, and a bad boy. I liked it that way. I also had a rep as a lady-killer. I knew I looked good, and so did all the girls. I was healthy and strong, and my light blueish coat shone in the sun, giving me my old name, Disk. I can't remember the last time someone called me that. Heh, I haven't even been called by my preferred name in years, which isn't that long anymore. Now everyone knows me as Deathsong, which is a really stupid name, considering I can't even vocalize properly anymore, let alone sing. It just had to do with music, relate to my old name, he was being clever. A week after the explosin someone finnaly found me, a old friend of mine, stuck under the debreis of the power plant. Seeing me moving, responding, seeming a living being, he though I was alive, and joked there must be some kind of death song coming for me. Ha. There was. Now thats just who I am. Deathsong.

You see, as I walked, the enemy in this pointless war we had decided to strike us for the first time anywhere near my city, right where I happened to be. I remember that moment so vividly, its more like I'm there, than a dream, or memory. I was strolling, slowly along the side of the road. The wind smelled ike the maple and oak trees in the huge park, not a block away. The sky was dark blue, with a few dust colored clouds. I was limping ever so slightly, as I had sprained my back, left leg around a week ago. Then, I had the strangest sensation that something was very wrong, and I should start running as fast as I could away from there.I thought I was afraid of the nuclear plant, but I had walked past it hundreds of times, so I ignored it. Then, about two minutes later, I heard the loud, clanking, buzz of a plant and looked up. I though how corious it looked and watched it circle the plant, then drop a small black thing, getting bigger and bigger as it fell. I knew then it was a bomb, they're first strike in this war that comes to us. I waited for it, knowing I wouldn't escape. I just remember seeing all white for a moment, then nothing. My dead body got trapped under the nuclear plant's rubble. The weird chemicals and stuff must of somehow re-animated me. I'm blind, I can't see, or hear at all. But my smelling ability and intelligence gained someway, somehow. Not that I'm going to complain, I don't feel pain, I don't need to eat. I don't even have the crutch of feeling most emotions anymore. Its the constant, mind-numbing boredom that comes with being one of the few things left on the world that brings killing. The few living desandants of civilzation that manage to make small coloneys and keep living are the only "company". The childran of the few that managed to not be blown up or smoked out in the war. They might of even managed to make the city livable by now, if it wasn't for me. But if they can live, have company and a real life, why can't I?

They scream and run whenever they see me, at first I only sighed and walked away, chance of company gone, but eventually I got angry. Then, if I saw them, if I could get to them, they're be finished. I suppose the odd whistling, pained, gargle that comes from my rotted throat that is my snarl, I suppose it is their Deathsong. I then eat all there flesh slowly, to consume time, not because I need any nutrition. Then to use even more time up, I take the bones, one by one, and take them to the door of the bodies coloney. I only leave the blood on the sidewalk. And of couse, people would see the blood-splattered pavement where I was, and that is my mark, nobody dares go over there ever again. Not by me, not near my mark, the Blood Splattered Pavement.

Background:

Disk was a happy pup, he loved to play, and make up silly jokes that only pups understand. He was always very caring and loveble. Then as he got older, things didn't change much. He had the same personality, but now he didn't have as many friends. As childran becaome older, they started to see. And with this kind of sight came questions. Why was he so happy-go-lucky? Why didn't he look normal? Why wasn't he like them? Then his popularity dropped, and as did his happiness. By he time he hit his teen years, he was used to it, and he was stronger.Then, there was news, that a war had started. Very strict curfews and areas to go in, etc. but he never cared. He kept doing his own thing. With that rebellion, his popularity escalated, untill he was the happy, sarcastic, lady-killer he was so proud of. Then one day the ememy dropped the first bomb right on his homeland, right where he was. He dies, but something weird happens to his body, and the nuclear plant turned him into what he is now. He is my definition of a zombie. He goes on rampages through the city, into a colony, trying to survive in a watseland, decades after.

Personality(s):

Disk; was a calm, funny, rebelious, great to be around, nice guy most of the time. As he got more popular, he went through relationships fast, but it didn't bother him. He couldn't yell at a person without feeling terrible afterwards, but this doesn't seem to rattle his nice guy side at all. He was adventuring as a pup, and got in a accident, with his tail stuck in a fence, to where part got cut off, so now it looks like a longish bob tail.

Bloodsong; is a terrifing, menacing, out of control monster that kills any living thing it can, not feeling, only feasting, then dropping the bones at the colony's door to mess with their emotions. He is a ingenious, presise, not or seeing,or feeling, or caring, or showing any sort of remorse, an insane, evil, wicked, blood-craving beast.

Blood Splattered Pavement; is a troubled, lonley, sad, confused dog, who only wants company, but can't control himself after being alone and killing for decades. He wants to feel, he wants love, he wants company, but he can no longer even attempt to get it. He's gone insane.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

I think this is done.

[purrsain]

Creature's Name:zorra
Image: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/i ... auto&rev=1
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Preferences:not to be used as fursona/fursonas mate/or related to fursona in any way
pm me your form before you adopt my user name is purrsain
if you no longer want her you either return her to me or the agency
must have a character thread
Link Art Link: viewtopic.php?t=248042
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?no

[Desmond]

Color wheel emotion key:


Pet's ID Tag:
110

Name You'd Choose for It:
Ever
[Heb. "On the Other Side"]

Gender:
Male

Reason You Want It:
First off, I was slightly hypnotized. Then, I realized just how much I am in need of a character like him. I've had no luck designing a character for the part he will play in the story, but I think he's absolutely perfect for the job. With the slightly wild mood swings that he's developed in my personality for him, his colors will change as rapidly as those of a cuttlefish, creating an illusion of a rainbow- an allusion to the Rainbow Bridge pets are said to cross when they die. Thus, he will fit the role of Gatekeeper to the "Rainbow Bridge"- though it is not called that in my story- absolutely perfectly.

History/Background/Other:
Being The Gatekeeper isn't such a bad job. Honestly. I mean, sure, there's a lot of boredom. Then there's a lot of stress out of nowhere during a battle, but... that's the idea, right?

When I was first created, I was Dalin's first assistant. Which was okay. I mean, I got to follow the Divinity of Destiny around all of the time. Who wouldn't like that? Problem was, the guy never stopped. Birth here, birth there... by the end of the first year, I was waiting for the old rat to off himself to let me off of the hook. My markings were almost constantly a shade of red-orange- irritation- and I began having dreams about announcing that breeding had been banned.

So, naturally, I was fired and sent somewhere else.

B'Arivoi sent me to help a Smili village prosper. I was supposed to discreetly chase prey into traps, keep the water from being fouled, and check that the sick animals weren't going to become meals. The job description didn't sound too bad, so I took it. Lo and behold, the entire task angered me more than the task before. Red-violet- hatred and passion- burned in my fur. I became lazy in my duties, and tainted meat reached the village. As they all died, I felt sadness- deep, dark, overwhelming blue- for the loss, regret- dank olive- for messing up, and a slight twinge of happiness- yellow- for I would be given a new, and hopefully more entertaining job.

If only I knew.

I was tucked away in the Timestream for what felt like several years. I suppose my task there was to recognize my prison, to see that there is no Hell on Earth- no, Time is truly The Destroyer and Devil, and The Stream is, without a doubt, a place for sinners and evils.

And I... I was cast out.

I found myself at a fork in the road; one side led to The Stream, and another... another led to a place I can never go. I will never see it. I keep these Gates, and I ensure those that come in go where they belong- even if that means back to the land of the living.

Even if that means Hell.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Naturally.

[•Bliss•]

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Hahahaha, kay(: Thanks Kam !


Pet's ID Tag: 46
Name You'd Choose for It: Stofan
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: He looks just like a sculpture made of clay... he reminds me of my ceramics teacher, of whom I've named him after<3
History/Background/Other:

The sun is blinding.
The sounds of the birds pierce my ears.
I have sand in my mouth, drying out my tongue.
It smells... hot, like the sun is melting the world.
But I feel perfect.

I stand, stretching my carefully molded legs, testing my weight on them.
I have been hollowed out-- I am light, easy to carry. My tail brushes against my flanks smoothly, with the pure sound of glass against glass. It feels as if I am the only thing that can withstand the heat; I remain unchanged, I am heat-resistant, until about one thousand degrees.

So I should be safe in this desert.

Eager to test my flexibility, I leap into motion, stretching my legs out as far as they will reach, moving into a dead sprint through the maze of cactuses, headed toward the windswept sea of sand, the dunes on the horizon. I feel the clay within my body expanding as I move, I can hear my flesh crackle, though I do not shatter. The clay beneath my layers of glaze, it bends as I do, held together by who knows what supernatural force. I do not know what I am. All I know, is that I was crafted by expert hands, and given life, and I will take advantage of every opportunity to live that is presented to me.

I am alive.

But what does that mean?

I pause in my sprint, my bright blue eyes resting on a crystalline oasis. Do I drink? One of my paws is submerged in the cool water, but when I remove it, the liquid beads off my glazed exteriour as if I am waterproof. Do I have a stomach? A small desert rat scurries by, finding a place to hide from the hawks that soar overhead. Do I eat? What would I eat? Do I breathe?

Do I even feel?

So many questions, so much confusion. Yes, I am living, I am thinking, I am functioning. But I don't know anything about myself. I don't know if I have emotions, if I have nerves, or if I even have organs at all. But I must have organs, how else would I be thinking without a brain? Could it be more magic?

I need to find someone with the answers. I need to know what I am. I need to know why.


I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Vellamore did not PM me for permission!

D: But I did, didn't I ?
Or, maybe the preferences didn't say to PM you ?

Well, it doesn't matter now anyways. You can still keep him ^^

[bearlygrunge]

.:| Pet's ID Tag |:.
Kennel #84

.:| Name You'd Choose for It |:.

Chikafusa

The meaning of Chika's name is, "Near" or "Close."
I chose this because he is very close to my heart and he follows me around like a little shadow.
The language Chikafusa originates from is Japanese.


.:| Gender |:.

Male

Note: Chikafusa has been neutered to decrease any chances of aggression in personality.

.:| Breed |:.

Chinook

The Chinook is a newer breed, having become only recently recognized by the American Kennel Club (AKC).
As obedience instructor and breed-selection consultant, Michelle Welton says about the Chinook, "A blend of Greenland Husky, Saint Bernard, and German/Belgian Shepherds, he was developed in New Hampshire and takes his name from the foundation sire of the breed, one of the greatest lead dogs of all time. Chinooks are most famous for forming the back bone of Admiral Byrd's Antarctic expedition in 1928. They might be considered "the gentleman's carriage horse" of the sledding breeds." (The Purebred Puppy)

Note: Chikafusa would not be considered purebred. He is a Chinook cross. As there was still wide variation amongs individual dogs such as size, coat, physique, and especially in the setting of the ears, Chikafusa looks different from the current standard with his docked tail and smaller size (45 lbs.).

.:| Reason You Want It |:.

<33 Spotty's design. I love autumn, but I don't have an autumn themed character as of yet. Chikafusa is SO cute. I love bobtails. . .

I thought of a great story behind Chikafusa, I just hope that I can present it well enough to win him! :3

I definitely plan on adding a whole lot of detail to Chika's story and give art and a comfortable home in my character thread. <33

.:| Background |:.

Note: Any words in black italics are the words of Hikaru Miyazaki (宮崎), Chika's owner. ^.^

.:| I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it |:.

[mi ainsel]

Pet's ID Tag: #101

Name You'd Choose for It: Yukiko

Name origin: Japanese

Name Means: Literally translated, Child of Snow, or Snow child.

Gender: Female

Reason You Want It:
She's very beautiful, and the chibi made me laugh, she looks like she has attitude.
I was looking for an owner for my tracker dog, Kurono Fahrenheit Nightowl, the one on the right, and Yukiko would fit perfectly. They both have the same coloured designs, and the image I got of Yukiko's personality fits Kurono's exactly. I love hybrids, I have a whole post on my charrie thread devoted to my 3 hybrids, Silent Song, Feather Call and Codename Kingfisher, and my anima, Zippurra Silverwolf, is a wolf/panther. That being said, I have never seen an Arctic Fox/ Snow leopard, and think it's a beautiful idea, as anyone in my Roleplays would know that snow leopard and fox are the favorite forms of my shapeshifter charries, Tanzanee, Hanako and Goldscale. I think arctic foxes are sweet and cuddly looking, but admire the way they can be vicious and you shouldn't take them for granted, and think snow leopard's have such an amazing regal beauty and inner grace that it isn't hard to come up with a full personality for Yukiko.

History/Background/Other:
Yukiko's profile:
Full name: Yukiko Nightingale
Nickname[s]: Yuki, Kiko
Age: 19
Eye colour: Sapphire Blue
Hair colour: Black, red highlights
Ethnicity: Japanese
Job: In the Sapian Police Force
Personality: Yukiko is quite witty and sarcastic, fast, dangerous and self-confident. She's not afraid to use her Judo skills to defend herself and has serious attitude. All she's ever wanted in life is to be normal, but knows that isn't possible; though she still wants to meet her mum. She tries her hardest to blend in, but doesn't find it easy; nevertheless, she tries all the same, if not harder than usual. She's never really bonded with people and finds it easier to be around animal, particularly Arctic Foxes and Snow Leopards, with whom she has a special bond. She gets on well with her 14 year old aunt, Zippurra Silverwolf, and is often off flying with her, though she isn't quite content.
She wants a human friend; and has one now, in the from of Kurono's mum, Peridot's, handler, Saphiri.

BEFORE KURONO

Yukiko's Diary - Keep out on pain of me turning into a strange hybrid creature and savaging you!
[Unfortunately, I'm being serious.]

Yes, I'll admit it, I'm slightly different. As in, majorly different.
How am I different? I hear you ask.
Okay, I'll admit it- I'm a hybrid; part human, part fox, part leopard.
If you want specifics, part female Japanese human, part arctic fox, part snow leopard- It sucks.
All I've ever wanted is to be normal, but from the moment I actually was intelligent enough to realise normal people didn't have ears and tails, I'd already found out I was adopted; so no normality there then.
I hid my ears under a baseball cap, and tucked my tail in the back of my trousers, then refused to change in front of everyone in the changing rooms.
It took effort, but it was working; I had friends, unlike the other girl in my school who showed signs of being slightly more than she seemed.

Zippurra, her name was, and she always stood out because of her silver hair and bright amber eyes with their feral glow.

She was always watching me.

Anyway, I had friends, but I also had enemies, they were always on my back, but it never mattered until the day we had a fancy dress contest and I went as my true self, long bushy cat tail and long ears, even growing my cat whiskers out.
Naturally, one of them had to pull my tail, and naturally, I yowled.

"MIA-YOW!" I shrieked, whipping round to face my tormentor with my eyes flaming with anger.
They were frozen, stock still, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Your tail is real..." They said in a hoarse whisper.
Now it was my turn to freeze, and I silently cursed myself for being so stupid.
Turning, I raced for the fence, thinking- no, knowing, no-one was faster than me.
It turned out someone had been holding out on me.

Zippurra sprang into action, racing towards me and knocking into me just as I leapt over the fence.
"Don't stop me!" I sobbed.
"Wouldn't dream of it, I'm helping you." She grinned, suddenly unfurling huge silver wings and carrying me higher, away from the Doberman that I hadn't noticed snoozing in the garden.
She set me down outside my house and smiled, clicking her fingers and summoning a silver mist, then turning and leaping into the sky; I thought I saw her wave- then the mist enveloped me.

I awoke groggily, feeling like I'd been smacked round the head, and sat up on my bed.
Had it all been a dream then? It felt real!
I dressed quickly and dashed to school, only to find my enemies waiting for me in the street.
"Hiya, Catwoman." They snickered.
The one that had pulled my tail smiled. "We don't like freaks at our school."
They attacked.

Don't get me wrong, I'm a black belt in Judo, but there were 7 of them!
For a moment I was terrified, then my instincts kicked in.
I tripped one of them up with a lightning fast de ashi barai, then threw 2 others with my favourite move, Soto-Makikomi.
The four left hesitated, and I smiled, a feral, dangerous smile.
Leaping in amongst them, I quickly dispatched another using morote seoi nage, then a taoi toshi to the next one left only two remaining.

As I leapt for the penultimate bully, a heavy punch knocked me senseless.
Dazedly looking up, I saw their leader, the one that had pulled my tail, looking triumphantly down at me.
"Not so good now, Karate Kid!" She laughed
Their ignorance annoyed me. "it's Judo, chavvy idiot." I snarled, trying to get up, but wincing in pain.
The chavvy idoit looked offended. "What'd you call me?" She yelled, and her ates went for me again.
I curled into a ball, trying to protect myself from their kicks, but I was beginning to lose consciousness.
A roar from the other side of the street made the annoying bullies look up, to see Zippurra hovering above their head, wings outstretched, silver wolf ears poking through her hair and a bow in her hand.
"Another freak!" They jeered, throwing rocks, but the one that had pulled my tail continued to kick me.
A wave of red hot anger seared my skin, and the next thing I knew I had leapt for the leader's throat, paws outstretched.
Wait- paws?
I looked at myself; I was fully animal.

The full form that had given me my fox and leopard traits had finally manifested.

Zippurra was staring in horror, and muttering something that I could just hear through my long ears.
"Impossible-she's a new breed of Kiasni!"
She folded her wings and dropped from the sky, then came back into view, leaping for one of my antagonists in a form similar to my own, a wolf/panther form.

I grabbed the leader by the throat and tossed her aside, then unfolded huge white wings and flared them, scaring off the remaing bullies. Changing back to my human-ish form, I stared at my now human hands, shaking my head in disbelief.

Just as Zippurra's human form walked up to me, smiling, and stuck her hand out.
"Helllo, Yukiko, I'm your aunt Zippurra."
I stared at her, dumbstruck.
"Wanna meet your mum?"

KURONO YUKI - THE BLACK SNOW

It was my recently discovered mum, Shenivay, who had made me think about applying for a job, and with my hatred of antagonistic people and love of animals, where better than the Tracker Dog unit of the Sapian police force- Unit 1314.
As I walked through the door of 1314's HQ, I was surprised to see a big sign on the door of the adoption room.

Tracker Dogs have stopped being bred. There are no longer any adoptable dogs. We apologize for any inconvenience.

I was staring at the sign, spirits low, when a busy-looking woman raced out of an office, scattering papers everywhere, and stopped in front of me.
"You here for a dog?" She asked crisply.
I nodded, curling my tail protectively.
The woman looked like she was going to say something, then stopped, looking curiously at me.
"I sent all the others away; but follow me."
I followed her into a small room where a green female and a black male adult Tracker were playing with two pups.
The woman stepped towards the green female.
"Do you mind, Peridot?" She asked
The female cocked her head curiously, green optics glowing, then spoke through the woman's earpiece; my sensitive cat hearing heard every word. "Obviously not, Lilith, or you wouldn't have got through the door."
"True." The woman smiled, picking up the second pup, a grey-green with black markings and glowing white optics which showed it's vital signs on in black.
"This is Kurono Fahrenheit Nightowl, daughter of Peridot Fahrenheit Nighthawk." Lilith said, handing Kurono too me and clicking an earpiece in my ear.
"Hello." I said softly
The little pup cocked her head, copying her mum's earlier gesture, and looked at me with her three white optic sensors.
"Hello, Yukiko Hana Silverwolf, sister of Hanako Shenivay Silverwolf, daughter of Shenivay Hana Silverwolf, niece of Liaoli Zippurra, Zippurra Firecat, Tanzanee Rose and Fleet Feather Silverwolf, heir to the Kiasni gene of Zippurra and Shenivay Silverwolf."
I gawped at the pup, then laughed. "We're gonna be a great team!"

KURONO YUKI'S FIRST OPERATION


I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
All the Judo moves are real throws, and though I'm not a black belt, I have used them, yes, in my Judo classes.
Not to say I couldn't take on 7 bullies.
Tracker dog species (c) Nex

[Veggievampire]

*Aiedail*, you can only have one form per round, and you might want to buff up the background/history bit. :3

[eiralune]

Maybe you should pick the one you really want then love that one.

[amato]

That all depends though, one is going to be my fursona and her mate's daughter (Or one of them, as even though Aiedail is a shape shifter, her mate is permanently a wolf, and of course wolves have litters)

Thats Not gonna make anything change for you getting two at the same time. Its getting
one and one only. Agency dosnt pick favorites on who gets how many and why.
Yes, it is a rule. Maybe you didnt read them correctly. Because I understood it the first I cam here.