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[Wesley]

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Username:. Green Arrow
Kennel Number:. #315
Use:. As of lately, I've taken a strong dislike to drawing.
I don'tknow if it's temporary or what, but it's unlikely
I'll draw him. However, I will certainly order art of him,
and I'll write about him a lot. I'll make him a nice big post
in my character thread once it's up and running, and find
him a mate maybe. Possibly.
I want to make up a whole universe for him to star in,
involving some of my other characters. I'm fond of
the mental image of him being a loveable space criminal
with a cocky attitude and a heart of gold.
In stories it's most likely that he'll be an anthro, because
he'll need opposable thumbs for his work. But for art he'd
get equal amounts of feral and anthro pieces.

{•| Demons - Imagine Dragons |•}
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale

I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

- About the character -
Name:. Gallifrey.
[I chose this name because I wanted a name that had something to do with space. I wanted to name him after a planet, but none of the planets in our universe seemed to fit.]
Gender:. Male.
Age:. Young adult.
Sexuality:. He's pansexual.
Marital status:. Single.
Species/breed:. Canine [Some sort of wolf, WIP]

Personality:.
:: Cocky ::
Frey constantly walks the line between confident and cocky, and more often than not he falls on the latter side. This trait tends to stir up a strong sense of aggravation in people, but it's also the same boldness that draws people to him. His devil-may-care attitude is the exact type of behaviour that reels people in and drags them along for the ride.
Gallifrey has a rather swollen ego, and he greatly enjoys getting it stroked. He eats up any and all positive attention and basks in praise. He's also fond of placing himself on a pedestal, which often grates on people's nerves.
However, despite his inflated opinion of himself, he is very affectionate and warm.
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Buzzard carried a look of great distress as he paced into the room. "The Commander wishes to meet you." He said, managing to sound as if each word caused him physical pain.
"Me?" Frey said automatically. "Why?"
"I don't know, maybe he wants to interrogate you." Buzzard snarked sarcastically.
Frey blinked. "How does he even know about me?"
"I was telling him about the investigation and how I was getting help from one of the galaxy's more successful thieves-" Frey preened at the compliment "-and he asked me about you."
Frey looked slightly wary. "What specifically did you tell him?" He might have Buzzard's word that he had legal immunity until the investigation closed, but he remained distrustful of Buzzard's superior officers.
"About how much you knew about this master thief-"
"And my handsomeness?"
"-And what information you can get us-"
"And my fine-boned features?"
"-And how you have a network, so to speak, of contacts with the resources we need." Buzzard ploughed on with a dogged determination.
"Did you mention my stunning good looks?" Gallifrey asked, rephrasing the question for the third time.
"I mentioned arrogant," Buzzard snapped.
Frey smirked. "It's not bragging if it's true."
Buzzard looked incredulous. "Yes, it is."
Frey shrugged, unconcerned. "It is true though," he said confidently.
"Yes, you're the fairest maiden in the land." Buzzard seemed to live in a state of exasperation. He needed to lighten up.
"You're just jealous of my sparkling self confidence." Frey asserted.
Buzzard narrowed his eyes. "That's not quite the wording I would use."
"Jealous." Frey hissed.
Buzzard looked perilously close to assaulting Frey. "If you're quite done, the Commander would like to see you now."
Frey peered down at his practical but undeniably scruffy clothes. "Am I dressed suitably to meet a Commander?" He asked.
Buzzard sniffed disdainfully as he looked at Frey's attire. "No. Do you have any formal clothes?"
Frey thought about the suit lying crumpled at the back of his closet. If he mentioned it, Buzzard would probably make him retrieve and press it. "Nope." He said cheerfully.
Buzzard audibly sniffed again. "I suppose you'll do. Come on."

:: Inquisitive ::
'Inquisitive' is a much kinder word to describe Gallifrey than 'nosy'. But the truth is, he's a bit of a busybody. He makes it his business to know everyone else's business. It's not even for gossiping purposes, although he does partake in that on occasion. He just enjoys knowing everybody's secrets. Even if he knows be shouldn't, and he's fully aware that there could be dangerous consequences, he always wanders into places and situations which catch his interest and pique his curiosity. This almost never ends well, but he's never been good at denying himself anything. If he were a journalist or something similar, this trait might be useful, but in his current status as a thief and occasional smuggler, it only ever leads to trouble.
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"Wait here. Do not touch anything. Don't steal anything. In fact, don't even move." Buzzard steered Frey into a room which seemed rather unnecessarily extravagant for a room in a building which belonged to keepers of the law. Glass cases ran along three of the walls, filled with ridiculous little trinkets, which were labelled. Hefty looking locks were at either side of each case, but Frey noted with a little thrill of smugness that he'd picked locks like that before, and could easily do so again if the mood took him.
Two suspiciously informal leather sofas sat in the middle of the room, on top of a plush white rug.
Buzzard had Frey's shoulder in a painfully tight grip as he forced him to sit down. The leather squeaked uncomfortably beneath him, and he made a face.
"I feel the need to repeat myself-do not touch anything. Don't leave this sofa unless someone explicitly tells you to get up." Buzzard stressed.
"Yeah, yeah, keep my filthy paws to myself, yada yada." Frey muttered, petulant.
"The Commander should be along in a few minutes. Answer his questions truthfully, don't make jokes, and don't speak unless you're spoken to first." Buzzard sounded jittery. Perfectly understandable, of course. Gallifrey had shown on multiple occasions that he was out of his element in a professional environment, and there was every chance that he was going to mess this up.
"Relax. I got this." Gallifrey said with false confidence, doing his best to be reassuring.
Buzzard cast him one more distrustful glance before he left the room, very deliberately leaving the door wide open.
"Don't think I don't know that you're leaving the door open to discourage me from snooping!" Frey called after him. He waited a few moments until he was certain Buzzard had gone, then he was on his feet and peering into the nearest glass case. It displayed several delicate looking tiaras, which, while fetching, were slightly dented and rather battered looking. Spoils of cases, maybe? Frey lamented the fact that they could sell for a pretty price at any respectable marketplace, and instead they were sat here, gathering dust.
Their labels were small, with cramped handwriting that Frey couldn't make out, despite almost having his nose against the glass. Curiosity rolled over him in a wave, and he looked back towards the door. No angry Commander strode through, hollering about how Frey had left smears on the glass. So he sidled over to the closest lock. He didn't have his handy little lockpicking kit with him, which really was a shame because he usually took it everywhere. But on a close inspection of his pockets, he produced a misshapen paperclip, which he waved triumphantly before making quick work of the lock. It opened with a very satisfying click. Frey briefly considered the idea of a silent alarm being triggered, before dismissing the notion. Law keepers were generally full of themselves. They held themselves on such a high pedestal that they rarely took security precautions for anything which wasn't top secret and incredibly important. Anyway, Gallifrey wasn't going to steal anything. He just wanted to read the label on the tiara and then promptly put it back, no harm done.
He had just lifted the nearest tiara and brought it close to his nose to scrutinise the scribbles when the sound of the door closing alerted him to someone else's presence.
"And what do you think you're doing?" An amused voice drawled.

:: Charming ::
Gallifrey has managed to charm his way out of many bad situations over the years. He's also managed to charm himself into nice things, like possessions and valuables.
He learned at a young age that playing up his innocence and vulnerability would net him nice things, especially from females. This has stayed with him into adulthood, and he uses his charm to get his way whenever the opportunity arises.
When he's romantically interested in someone, being able to sweet talk them is pleasant, but he doesn't really date much.
Gallifrey's every syllable flirts. He can't help it. It's just his way of speaking and his natural warm approach when speaking to people. Unfortunately this has lead to some rather awkward 'I thought you were interested in me' moments, which make him cringe and feel guilty and want to run away.
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Gallifrey winced, turning to face the Commander. "I wasn't stealing-" he began, then stopped, gaping rather rudely at the Commander. He was of a species Frey had never encountered before, and wasn't that fascinating? He was tall, with a cobalt skin which was cracked and looked like it had the texture of tree bark. He had vaguely reptilian golden eyes, which glittered with intelligence, a noticeable lack of a three dimensional nose, and a wide mouth with forcibly reminded Frey of an amphibian. A tail, more or less the length of Frey's height, curled around the Commander's leg, and Frey eyed it suspiciously. He wasn't fond of prehensile tails.
"I see." The Commander didn't sound convinced.
Frey scowled. "Where would I hide it? I don't have my satchel. Or big pockets."
The Commander was clearly too disciplined to shrug, but he managed to give the impression that he was making a nonverbal gesture of doubt.
"I was going to read the label." Frey said defensively.
The Commander didn't respond. "Come, sit." He inclined his head towards the sofas.
Frey briefly hesitated. He very much wanted to read the labels, but he sensed the Commander would be displeased if he ignored his thinly veiled order, even for a second. He was already on precarious ground, what with working with the law enforcers while being a criminal himself. Reluctantly, he placed the tiara back inside the case and closed the door. He deliberately left the lock, distantly hoping to return to his snooping later, but the Commander was following his every move, and he suspected he wouldn't be left alone in the building again.
Frey settled himself on one of the sofas and the Commander sat on the other. He steepled his fingers and rested his elbows on his knees, in turn resting his chin on his fingertips. Frey was a little unnerved at the silence and evaluating stare he was on the receiving end of, and he cleared his throat nervously.
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:: Outspoken ::
Gallifrey is always willing to share his opinions and views, whether or not he's been invited to do so. If something goes against his moral code he'll speak up, regardless of the consequences. He may be a thief, but he has a strong sense of what's right and wrong when it comes to living beings. He refuses to murder or maim unless it's in self defense, and he would never harm a child, despite being tempted often by aggravating teenagers. For this reason, Frey has turned down many well paying jobs in order to avoid going against his own principles. It's earned him enemies, but it's also earned him friends and allies. Many a mother has been grateful to him for rescuing their child from danger or law breaking.
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Example of trait in action

:: Intelligent ::
Intelligence doesn't always equal knowledge. Not the kind from books, anyway. Sometimes Gallifrey comes real close to being caught when he's stealing something big, and he has to think on his feet. He'll have seconds to think of an escape or a hiding place, and then he's got to follow through on that idea before someone sees him.
Frey has to make impulsive, calculated decisions a lot, which requires a certain amount of intellect. He also needs to plan out his jobs. When someone hires him to steal something, they give him very limited information- what it is, and its approximate location. He has to find the rest out himself. Then he has to go through the painstaking process of mapping the place out, then visiting the place to check out the security and whether he'll have to take extra measures to remain unseen. If he were dumb, he wouldn't be able to pull off heists. Thievery isn't a field which allows for mistakes.
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Example of trait in action

WIP

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

Physical qualities:.
Height: 85cm [ground to withers]
Weight: 72kg [158.7lbs]
Description: Gallifrey is tall and muscular, in a lean way. He's not interested in gaining size at all. He likes being flexible and having the ability to outstrip pursuers. He isn't much of a fighter at all, so he really has no reason to be bulky.

At the curtain’s call
It's the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made

Backstory:.
“When ships to sail the void between the stars have been built, there will step forth men to sail these ships."
― Johannes Kepler

Gallifrey was born to Aria and Vallar in 4609. Both of his parents worked, and they had no want for money. In 4614 his mother passed away, due to some complicated accident that his father refused to explain. Frey was only 5 at the time, still clutching at her skirts, and he took the blow of her death hard. It took him years to brighten up, and even now, sometimes he'll catch a whiff of vanilla or cinnamon and suddenly he'll be 5 again, curled up on his bed, sobbing while his father cradled him.
Vallar had to take on a better paying job to care for Frey, and the hours were ridiculous. Sometimes they were late at night, sometimes early evening, there was no predictability to them at all. This lead to Vallar often bringing his son with him, leaving Frey to wait in the ship while he went out. Gallifrey soon grew to love the old ship; the hum of the engine that ran through his bones and the warmth of the cockpit always lulled him to sleep, and when Vallar would come back to the ship, he'd often find Frey sprawled over the pilot's seat, snoring.
Gallifrey enjoyed exploring the ship also, when his father wasn't there to stop him from pawing through everything. He was fond of digging out Vallar's toolbox, which he used for ship repairs, and using the tools inside to take things apart and then put them back together. He loved knowing what made things tick, and he destroyed multiple semi-valuable objects while trying to find this out.
Sometimes when Vallar was going to be gone for a particularly long time, he'd leave Frey with their neighbor, a wizened old human lady who doted on children. He always liked those days. When Vallar picked him up, he'd always be smeared in chocolate or splattered with paint, and grinning like a madman.
Vallar taught Frey at home. He was a patient teacher and refused to entertain Frey's habits of trying to distract him by going off on a tangent when answering questions.
As Gallifrey grew older, Vallar left him to his own devices more and more often, trusting that he'd keep himself safe. By the age of 13, Gallifrey could pick a lock in a matter of seconds, and he was often to be seen loitering around the bakeries in their neighbourhood, stealing pastries and bread when nobody was looking. He was charming and clever, often challenging people to riddle contests in order to win some sort of trinket, which he would promptly sell to the highest bidder.
At age 15, Gallifrey was beginning to realise his skills could be rented out. People often wanted things which weren't strictly legal, and Frey was more than happy to acquire them, for the right price. He squirreled this money away, knowing he'd eventually find a use for it.
Vallar was out of the house more often than not, and over the years he and Gallifrey slowly grew apart, eating meals in silence and ceasing to spend more than a few minutes together.
As soon as he was 18, Gallifrey bought a beaten up little ship, with the name Vardas painted on the hull in chipped paint. Her engine was temperamental, and her flying was erratic, but Frey loved her.
By now he was more than ready to fly the nest, so he bid a slightly stilted goodbye to Vallar, hugged the little old lady next door, and off he went.
Looking back, the path he took into being a criminal wasn't really surprising at all.

Story:.

The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.

The year is 4632.
Okay so since I have about 20 minutes before the round closes, I'll give a quick runover of what the story I want to write is about.

Basically the plot is that Gallifrey is found at an incriminating scene, moments after an incredibly skilled thief has stolen a very precious and valuable object which has been held under high security. Frey has a hard time convincing the law enforcers that he's innocent(of this crime at least), but eventually his alibi checks out and he's released from custody.
When he returns to his ship, Frey is approached by a lone officer who requests his help in catching this master thief, in exchange for temporary immunity to being arrested for his previous thievery, despite being currently on the run from the law.
Frey is initially reluctant to help, but he eventually warms to the idea and befriends the uptight officer. He has a wealth of information on the thief, both firsthand and from his many contacts.
Frey is reckless and too quick to make a move, but Buzzard soon learns he has a nose for solving problems, and they make steady progress on the case, despite the thief striking again.
Eventually they catch the thief mid-heist, and everyone is startled to find out their identity. This stirs up problems old and new, and Frey needs to learn to trust people more if he wants to survive.

Obviously I'd flesh it out more, but that's more or less the skeleton of the story.

- Other information -

Likes:.
■ Adventuring

Who doesn't love adventures? I love exploring. That's why I do what I do. The thievery is just an added bonus.

■ Silence

What was that saying? Speech is silver; silence is golden? I totally agree. Just me and my thoughts. That sounds kind of pretentious. I just like being by myself a lot. Although for someone who says he likes the quiet, I sure do talk a lot. I guess what I'm saying is I like silence when I'm not in a social mood.

■ Piloting spacecrafts

I spent a lot of time as a kid, uh, borrowing ships and teaching myself to fly them and as a result I'm pretty good at piloting. Not to toot my own horn, of course. *coughs*

■ Adrenaline rushes

I always get the most amazing rush after being chased around by law enforcers. Most times I get away, 'cause my ship was made by one of the best(if unscrupulous) builders I've ever met. But sometimes I get real close to being caught, and it makes my heart beat faster than anything, and when I'm in the clear it's just the most awesome feeling.

■ Riddles

My dad loved riddles. Still does, I'd imagine. I haven't seen him in years. We used to spend hours swapping riddles. They're some of my fondest memories.

■ Bandanas

I don't know why I like them. They just look so cool. I used to have like 5, but they've all been lost or wrecked. I left my favourite one on the last planet I docked on. I'm still bitter.

■ Coffee

No species ever progresses too much to appreciate a good ol' cup of Joe. Am I right?

Dislikes:.
■ Being cold

I mean, hardly anyone likes being cold, but I can't stand feeling chilly. Give me overheating any day. My ship's always warm.

■ Being near ill people

Keep your illness to yourself and don't get it all over me.

■ Cooking

I hate it. I hate all the preparation I need to put into it, and the time it takes, and I hate how easy it is to ruin a meal. Virtually all the food I eat is canned.

■ Snobs

I'm smart. I'm just not booksmart. I've been looked down on a lot for that, which is stupid. I've never been a bookish guy, and that isn't my fault, nor does it stop me from functioning. So it would be nice if people could drop the condescension when they speak to me.

■ Pirates

'But you're no better than a pirate!' You cry. Actually, I'm much better. I've never murdered anyone, nor stranded people after hijacking their ship. I mean, I've stolen ships before, yeah, but I leave them where I'm sure their owners can find them. And I don't attack ships. Plus I don't take jobs which involve stealing from people who need what possessions they have. I have some morals, y'know.

■ Authority figures

*Bad Reputation plays*

■ Alcohol

I'd love to be the loveable rogue who throws back a glass of whisky at the end of a hard day, but alcohol tastes repulsive to me. Ew. It's like drinking some sort of cleaning liquid.

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Don't wanna let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't wanna hide the truth

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go

Friends:. Gallifrey likes to befriend people who are as mischievous and okay with breaking rules as he is.
He has few friends, but he treasures the ones he has. He's very verbal in his affections.
► Cyrone
► Atlas

Fears:. Slugs and slug-like creatures.

Theme song(s):. The Wanderer - Dion
Canyons - Paw City
I chose 'Wanderer' because it's such a fun, upbeat
song that puts me in mind of a dusty traveller with nothing but a knapsack
and a grin. It reminds me of Frey.
'Canyons', I'm not sure why I picked it. I really love the feel of the song. It's
extremely repetitive and has no real lyrics, but it feels gritty and emotional.
It's one of my favourite songs. I always feel wistful when I listen to it. No
idea why.

Family:.
◆ Aria - mother
◆ Vallar - father

Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

Credits
[X] Nebula picture
[X] Space picture

{•| Live to Rise - Soundgarden |•}
What if all you understand
Could fit into the center of our hand?
Then you found it wasn't you
Who held the sum of everything you knew

We're insane but not alone,
You hold on and let go

Like the sun we will live to rise
Like the sun we will live and die and then ignite again
Like the sun we will live to rise again

What if the one thing that I missed
Was everything I need to pass the test?
And if I fail what happens then?
Can I still count on you as a friend?

We're insane but not alone,
You hold on and let go

How he reacts to:.
Anger - Gallifrey has a pathetic amount of self control. When he's angry, everyone will know because he'll either be very obnoxiously sullen, or roaring about the cause of his anger for everyone to hear.

Grief - In times of great distress Gallifrey is very withdrawn and uncooperative. He gets snappy if people keep trying to speak to him after he's made it clear that he wants to be left alone.

Fear - He tries to keep a lid on showing signs of fear because it tends to show weakness and if he's out of his mind with fear he won't be able to think of a way to get out of the situation.

Happiness - When Gallifrey is happy his mood tends to be infectious, because he throws his whole soul into being cheerful.

Jealousy - Again with the lack of self control. Gallifrey is very petty and pouty when he's jealous. He'll try to monopolise the attention of the object of his affection.

Like the sun we will live to rise
Like the sun we will live and die and then ignite again
Like the sun we will live to rise again, again, again, again.

Warm my face
Warm your face [x5]

Like the sun we will live to rise
Like the sun we will live and die and then ignite again

Like the sun we will live to rise
Like the sun we will live and die and then ignite again
Like the sun we will live to rise again, again.

Random facts:.
◇ He loves peaches
◇ He doesn't actually have a license to drive any sort of vehicle, airborne or otherwise
◇ He finds babies of all species repulsive
◇ He becomes overly familiar with people he's just met
◇ He's fond of singing irritatingly repetitive songs
◇ If he asks what your favourite color is, he's looking for a color of the rainbow, not 'coral' or 'pomegranate pink' or, god forbid, 'blood orange'. If you say anything similar to these colours he will literally never forget it, and he'll bring it up often enough to provoke you into trying to smother him.

Music taste:.
Frey likes old Earth rock music the best. He tends to have a kind of hipster attitude about his music taste, and he'll go on at length about how new music is too alternative and isn't 'real' music. Of course, if you catch him unawares it's fairly likely he could be humming one of the songs he's just sworn off, but he'll deny it to his last breath.
Frey likes bands such as:
☆ AC/DC
★ Blue Suede
☆ Kansas
★ The Who
☆ Genesis
And he has a sweet spot for Bruce Springsteen, too. He's also been caught hollering along with Fall Out Boy on occasion.

Gotta love that rough baritone. 'Born to Run' is my jam, man.

Things people should know before entering a relationship with him
(platonic or otherwise):.
• His eating habits are atrocious
• He enjoys puns and terrible jokes
• He tends to say inappropriate things at inappropriate moments, which is potentially very embarrassing
• He ignores people a lot in favour of playing one of his dumb handheld games
• He often has to be coerced into bathing
• He suffers from a complete lack of subtlety

Okay so I doubt I can finish this in time but I think I've filled in all the fields. I haven't technically done the story, but I did a long-ish history and the personality section has a few snippets of stories, I don't know if that counts.
Also I'm sorry that the personality examples aren't finished. A combination of procrastination and exams held me up.

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I Used To Rule The World

Personality:
The Old Me .
I was ruthless and cruel, I would push people down so I could get up. I knew so many ways to get under a persons skin, make them wiggle around and cry. I would use those ways too, I would laugh at the pain in there eyes when others laughed at them. I would watch in complete happiness when I saw them writhing around on the floor in pain. I was a bully, just a big jerk. I wasn't nice, no, I laughed at the concept of nice. I used others to be my minions, make them do whatever I want whenever I want. Everyone put up with me because they thought I was cool, they thought a jerk like me was cool?! They thought my impatient butt was cool! I could not wait for anything, I would not wait for anything, everything was mine. I saw the world as "me" and only "me". To think I thought I would be alpha? I would have ran the pack to the ground. Wait no there would not have been a pack left if I was alpha wolf, I would have been such a bad leader. I would have led war on every pack other than ours, how horrible would it have been! I was practically evil, no evil doesn't begin to explain how I was.

Seas Would Rise When I Gave The Word

Me, now.
I guess you could say I don't know I really am. I mean I am trying to find myself. I guess I am going through one of those mid life crisis things. Although If this is my mid life, it sure is gonna be a short life ya know what I am saying, Nowadays though I mostly keep to myself, a loner some like to call it. Though I am definitely not shy, after all I run into town about everyday commenting about the moons newest update. You'd actually be surprised about how intriguing the moon is! He has so many neat stories! I sit on my bottom and listen obediently to every story. I am not one for fidgeting it never quite suited me.

Now in the morning I sleep alone

History/Background:
"The moon, it spoke to me again!" my voice cracking from the run. Murmurs from the pack rise up around us, I already know what they are saying, even if I can't quite make out every detail. They are all along the lines of 'He's a lunatic', I guess I was used to it though. Before the moon had started speaking to me, I was normal, NORMAL! Me, normal? I know it sounds crazy but it's true. I had a good life, no a great life. Of course what I realize now is that my old life was kind of useless. I was a jerk, and people liked me because of my fake attitude. The moon changed me, for the better I believe, now I may actually have a purpose in life, not just spoiled wolf, who got everything he wanted in life, no now I was crazy wolf who would change the world somehow. Of course nobody else saw it that way, they saw me as the crazy one who wants the attention. Not that I don't want attention, it's just that I want positive attention, people looking up to me. Not looking beyond me, ignoring me, calling me crazy. I had parents, once. They were proud of me, once. Then when the moon started to speak to me they said I had to leave, they said they could not take the embarrassment, I though they loved me, but it was all a lie. So that was when I found a cave by the cliff. Almost every night I would run back to the town, yelling to everyone how I had heard the moon, it was true, just no one believed me. Honestly, before it started talking to me I would probably side with them, and if it did not save me I would probably ignore it. The moon told me helpful things though, it helped me stop a fire once, I just wish everyone else could see. I don't know why the moon doesn't talk to anyone else, maybe it's shy. If I were a moon I would probably be a bit self-concious too. Am I right? I reached by small cave walking into it and falling to the floor, ready to begin my happy slumber, like any other night. I woke up late, the sun about to set. No matter that I had gotten a lot of sleep, I was still tired, and I could realy use some food. So I set out to get some food, finally catching a single rabbit I headed back to my den. The cliff my den sat on had lots of grass, and a great outlook of the glimmering moon. I looked at it whimpering like a puppy. My pleas had grown soft until I lay strewn upon the soft grass, sleeping peacefully. I had awoken to the suns rays shining in my eyes. I cowered back into my cave seeking protection from the droplets of water falling. I knew I couldn't stay in there forever. My need of food would be greater and it was, at that moment I ran out after a bunny I saw, hoping to sneak up behind it, I failed. It began hopping away faster, the chase was on and there could be only one winner.
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Sweep The Streets I Used To Know

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Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]:

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[Novi]

thinking of trying out for a few characters ;)

[toady]

[picture of desired pet]
Username: akira
Kennel Number: 132
Use: important main character
- About the character -
Name: Whitney
Gender: female
Species and/or specific breed: feline, domestic house cat
Personality:
History/Background:
- Other information -
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]:
skeletalsystem

[booklover789]

After digging around in my character thread, I found an old piece of art for Kennel #166, Flutima! It's not a revamp, but just an additional piece of art.


Lineart is by .:Night Fury:. .
Coloring is by Fly Away, Mockingjay.
Design is by booklover789.

[amamile]

Username:
Unboxed

Kennel that you are applying for:
227

Preferred critic :
Any judge/subjudge ♥

What do you wish to get out of this critique? :
anything on how to improve the form. I'm really in love with this character ;u;
Feel free to be harsh, I wouldn't take any offence ♥

Link to form:
hhheeeerrre

--spiderpiggg--

[Breezeyheart]

(by Taliska)

Ooh, crazy's what they think about me
Ain't gonna stop 'cause they tell me so
'Cause 99 miles per hour baby,
Is how fast that I like to go.

Can't keep up with my rhythm
Though they keep trying.
Too quick for the lines they throw.
I walk to the sound of my own drum,
We go, they go, we go, hey yeah yeah yeah

Tripp,
the skateboarder.

Username:
Breezeyheart.

Kennel number:
Kennel number #315.

Use:
As a beloved original character. I will cherish and love him, and I promise to draw him whenever I can.♥ I just simply love his design, it's simple but at the same time, beautiful and elegant.♥ He will be used in stories, art, and role-plays. His home if I am lucky to win him, would in my ever-growing character thread.

(by Nekumura.)

- About the character -

Name:
Tripp. (Gonna add a middle and a last name tomorrow.)
Gender:
Male.

Species/and or specific breed:.
Canine, specifically wolf.






















Personality:
Mischievous.
WIP, will work on tomorrow.

History/Background:
WIP, will work on tomorrow.



(by backseatpanda.)
- Other information -
Likes/dislikes/art/etc.(optional):
Interview with Tripp:
Breezeyheart (me) talks in bold Tripp talks in italic
Breezeyheart: "What's your favorite food?"
Tripp: "My favorite food is tacos. I love tacos.. They are so delicious.. Mmm.. Tacos.."
Breezeyheart: "What's your favorite activity?"
Tripp: "My favorite activity is skateboarding. I know lots of cool tricks, and I love to impress the ladies with them.. Okay, I admit it, I just impress my friends with my cool tricks. I don't any girls other then my best friend, Elysia."
Breezeyheart: "Who's your best friends?"
Tripp: "My best buds in the whole world are, Cosmos and Elysia. They love to hang out with me even though, I always sneak over to the skate park near the forest where we live. One day there was an abandoned skateboard over there. And I did decided to try my paw at skateboarding, and I learned pretty quick. That skateboard is now mine, and I ride on it almost everyday. "


(By iianto.)
Favorite food:
Tacos!

Favorite activity:
Skateboarding.

Best friends:
Cosmos and Elysia.

Likes:
Summer and fall. (But he also loves winter and spring. He just loves summer and fall more.)
Skateboarding. (Because it is awesome!)
His red heart pillow. (He'd kill anyone who'd talk about his favorite pillow though...)
Candy. (I mean who doesn't like candy? You'd have to be crazy to not like candy..)
Halloween, Easter, Christmas, & valentine's day.
Chasing his tail.
WIP, will work on tomorrow.
Dislikes:
Haters. (Cause they are just jealous, those jerks.)
WIP, will work on tomorrow.

Theme song(s):
The Walker by Fitz And The Tantrums.

Art:
Anthro.
(by Unknown.)
Quad in rabbit suit.
(by Raven Feather.)
Quad.
(by Unknown.)
Head-shot.
(by BlueKibby .)
Avatar.
(by BlueKibby.)
Small quad.
(by BlueKibby.)
Codeword:
skeletalsystem.






Rhayne,
one with the weather.

I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath
Scared to rock the boat and make a mess
So I sat quietly, agreed politely
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
I let you push me past the breaking point
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything

Username:
Breezeyheart.

You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Get ready cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now

Kennel number:
Kennel number #174.

I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’re gonna hear me roar

Use:
I will use her as a fourth fursona, and to be forever loved by me. You may think that this is weird, but I have three fursonas. Because, I am a complex person with different levels to my personality. So, there is a fursona for each level of my personality. She will be for my tomboyish, adventurous, and reckless side. Also on another note, I love the simplicity of her design, and how the colors suit her personality in my opinion.


- About the character -

Now I’m floating like a butterfly
Stinging like a bee I earned my stripes
I went from zero, to my own hero

You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Get ready ’cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now

I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
‘Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
‘Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’re gonna hear me roar

Name:
Rhayne.
(I don't want to change her name, as it is already perfect for her.)

Gender:
Female.

Username:
Breezeyheart.

Kennel number:
Kennel number #204.

Species/and or specific breed:.
Elemental Wolf.

Her specific element:
Weather.

More info elemental wolves:
Rhayne is a elemental wolf, meaning she and her kind, normally are knowing for controlling a specific element. Each elemental wolf is born with a unique element. This element is normally hidden, unseen, and unknown until the wolf reaches a specific age, normally in her pack: the age is one year old. Upon reaching the age of a year old, the wolf is gifted with a necklace, the carved wooden pendent being basically a totem. That represents the young wolf's element, and later a other carved wooden pendent is added to show the wolf's rank in the pack. The ranks are a little different then normal wolf ranks, for there is a deputy, a wolf that takes the place of alpha, when the alpha is out hunting or patrolling the borders. This wolf is normally the alpha's right hand man (wolf, I mean), a wolf the alpha trusts his life with, so the alpha knows this wolf can keep things under control. The forest where Rhayne's pack lives is 160 miles wide, and mist completely surrounds the forest keeping it completely hidden from humans. Her pack's territory spans 80 acres of the forest. Another pack lives across on the other side of the forest, their territory spans 80 acres as well. In the middle of the forest is a huge clearing, this clearing is neutral territory, it belongs to both of the packs. The two packs meet here every full moon, for a huge gathering. When this gathering happens all of the wolves from each pack, talk, play-fight, and become friends. Then the two pack alphas talk about influence by humans, sickness in each of the two packs, and how much prey is in their territories. Both of the packs happen to be only elemental wolves.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You'll hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You're gonna hear me roar...

Ro-oar, ro-oar, ro-oar, ro-oar, ro-oar

Personality:
A tomboy and adventurous.
Rhayne is a tomboy, and very adventurous. She'll take a camping trip, exploring, and touching lizards and bugs. Over being girly, and wearing makeup, and frilly dresses, any day. She hates frilly dresses, and makeup. She can stand wearing dresses that look awesome, but otherwise she dislikes dresses. She loves being a tomboy, cause girly girls are wimps in her opinion. Because they scream at seeing a lizard, or a bug, when it couldn't even plausibly hurt them in anyway shape or form.
Fearless and reckless.
Rhayne is fearless and reckless. She'll go into the unknown to save her friends, without thinking about her own safety. She rarely thinks of her own safety, when her friends safety is at risk. She is unafraid of the danger ahead, when her friends need her, and goes head on into the danger to help her friends.
Brave and strong
Rhayne is very brave and very strong. She is not afraid of anything, but spiders, and roaches. And that is because they creep her out. She is not scared by anything, because she knows that she could take on the monsters from the scary stories that North tells her, and because she took on worse.
Kind and caring.
Rhayne is kind and caring. She cares deeply about her friends, and when they are in danger, she worries about them. She is kind, and it shows through her friendship. She cares so much about her friends, that when she and North play pranks on her other friends, she makes sure to not go overboard, for her worry that if she does goes overboard on a prank, that she'll lose that friend forever, because she hurt her friend's feelings.
Energetic and sporty.
Rhayne is very energetic, and full of energy that is seemly endless. Because of this she is very sporty, and she is great at sports. Her favorite sports include, soccer, basketball, and baseball. She also loves to skateboard, and go surfing, and zip-lining.
Intelligent but impulsive.
Rhayne is very intelligent and very stubborn. She knows a lot about animals, insects, plants, constellations, math, (although she dreads math, she does know a lot about math since she needs to calculate when it's the right time for rain and ect. ) and weather patterns. She is very impulsive, so when she knows her friends are in danger, it's very hard to argue with her, since she will run off before you even finish a sentence, to argue why she shouldn't run off without a plan. She'll also be very stubborn about going somewhere because she wants to go there, but when she's stubborn like this, she always has a plan in advance. Sometimes it can be other way around, where she is the one arguing to a friend that, they should have a plan in advance before running off to save their friends from danger.
Sympathetic and caring.
Rhyane is very sympathetic, and quite very caring. She may not look like it, but she cares deeply about her friends, and even anyone who happens to need a shoulder to cry on. She cares about others and their feelings, and she is a great listener when you need a shoulder to cry on. But she normally reserves this side of her for when one of her friends needs a shoulder to cry on. But she'll be there if someone needs a shoulder to cry, even though that someone is a stranger to her.

I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
‘Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
‘Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

History/Background:

Chapter One:
WIP.



Chapter Two:
WIP.


Chapter Three:
WIP.

You’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You'll hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You're gonna hear me roar...

- Other information -

Likes/dislikes/art/etc.(optional):

Art:
Quad.
(Line-art - by Neara. Colored in - by me.)

Interview with Rhayne:
Breezeyheart (me) talks in bold Rhayne talks in italic
WIP.
Favorite food:
Need to edit this omo...
Wild strawberries.
Favorite activity:
Going on adventures with her best friend, Ali.
Best friend:
Ali.
Likes:
Need to edit this omo...
Berries. (But she likes strawberries the most.)
Play-fighting.
Hunting.
Going on adventures.
Nighttime
Eurasian elk.
Rabbits/hares.
Beavers.
White tailed deer.
Pups.
A mate. (She thinks having a mate would be great.)
Spring/summer.
Dislikes:
Need to edit this omo...

Codeword:
skeletalsystem.






Ali,
one with nature.

The wind, it calls me. The trees as rustle in the breeze, telling me I just need to be free.. The sweet scent of leaves, the aromatic scent of flowers in bloom in the spring, my heart tells me this where I belong... Free...Wild... Untamed.... Feral... I am born to be free.. I must answer the call of the wild. I must break these chains that bind me and keep me from being me..

Username:
Breezeyheart.

Kennel number:
Kennel Number #327.

Use:
WIP, will work on tomorrow.

- About the character -

Name:
Ali.

Gender:
Female.

Species/and or specific breed:
Feline.




Personality:
WIP, will work on tomorrow.

History/background:
WIP, will work on tomorrow.
Prologue:
*~
Deep in the suburbs of a small town, a pregnant tabby cat laid in a box, that her twoleg had made warm, soft and comfy for her. She was going to give birth to her big litter of kits. WIP.

Chapter one:
*~
WIP.

Chapter two:
*~
WIP.

Chapter three:
*~
WIP.


- Other information -

Likes/dislikes/art/etc.(optional):
Art:
WIP.

Interview with Ali:
I talk in bold. And Ali talks in italic.
WIP.

Favorite food:
Fish. Specifically salmon and cod.
Favorite activity:
Exploring the forest, and hunting fish.
Best friend:
WIP.
Likes:
Fish. (Obviously. XD)
Swimming.
Exploring.
Hunting her favorite food, fish.
Birds. (They are tasty don't you know?)
Squirrels.
Mice.
Being outside in the grass.
Catnip.
Training.
Battles.
Play-fighting with her friends.
Fall.
Dislikes:
Storms. (They scare her.)
Spiders. (They scare her as well.)
Being wet for long periods of time.
Blood.
When cats fight for no reason.
Being hurt.
Being helpless.
Her friends being hurt.
Codeword:
skeletalsystem.
Note:
This is a HUGE WIP!!!

[Irios Atelis]

Pulling out.