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[Tammanae]

Oh I got Diego. <3 -Totally not going to order art from him now- I adore him so much. Thank you. ^^

[Pandora Gaskarth]

Pet's ID Tag:
#34
Name You'd Choose for It:
Ambrosia 'Amber' Brokensoul
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:
From the moment I saw Ambrosia, I thought she was amazing. She seems like the type of character that is slightly complex, not something easily copied, but easy enough that artists would be able to draw her. She will be my writing muse, and I have the perfect story for her that seems to fit well. Her markings and appearance all evoke a different feeling and emotion out of me, which a good character always does for me.
History/Background/Other:

Name:
Ambrosia Brokensoul
Nickname:
Amber
Name Origin:
Ambrosia is the food or drink of the Greek gods, often depicted as conferring ageless immortality upon whoever consumes it.
Why Ambrosia is Named So?:
Ambrosia did not have a name in her lifetime, it was only when she died, and then ate the Ambrosia of the Gods that she took the name of the food that saved her.
Gender:
Female
Human Year Age:
Using the human years to guide her age, Ambrosia was 4 years old when she died.
Native Species Year Age:
In her own species years, Ambrosia was about the age of a mid adolescent, 16, when she died.
Birthdate:
9th March, 2004
Western Zodiac:
Pisces
Chinese Zodiac:
Monkey
Actual Age:
In human years, Ambrosia is now 6 years old, though physically she is still 4 years old. The same goes for her species age, for mentally she is 24, but physically she remains 16.
Why is she still physically the same age?
Ambrosia is still physically the same age because the ambrosia she ate gives her ageless immortality, but at the price that she would forever guide the dead to their resting place.
Death Date:
27th June, 2008
Species:
Wolf/Jackal Mutt
Family:
Name - Relation - Relationship
Lolita - Sister - Aquaintances
Special Skills:
- The ability to evoke curiousity and fear from people, making her able to lure people closer to her to make them do her will.
- The ability to hide in places others can't, the ability to disappear.
- The ability to travel to and from the world of the dead.
- The ability to calm and guide the unrested dead to their resting place.
Calling:
Seer of unrested souls, guider of the dead, Wanderer of Limbo
Personality:
Ambrosia used to be unruly, wild, and careless, one whom was loud. But when she died, her personality immediately left her, and she was merely a blank canvas. When she ate the Ambrosia that is her namesake, and returned to the world, she slowly regained a personality, though it was not hers. When she guided the dead, they would tell her how they died, and these stories haunted her, making her quiet and often on edge. She was granted the gift of being calm and trustworthy, making her good for the job of guider. She is also always quite frightened, because she believes that one day the gift of immortality will be revoked from her.
Her Story:
It was cold. So cold. The freezing white snow covered me, and each breath pained me. I cried out in pain, but it fell upon deaf ears. All signs of life seemed to be gone, except for mine and that of the other being closeby. No-one would know I was here, in pain. Or at least, no-one that would care would know. The pain inside of me was unbearable, and the fear was even worse. I was at death's door, knocking and begging to come in, but no-one would answer. Then, his horrible, ragged breathing was upon me, his lurching footsteps in the crunchy snow. I could hear the gun hitting his belt, I could smell the blood of both of us, and anger of him. He was behind me, and he was mad. We had battled for what seemed like forever, but now I was weak, dying and covered in hard packed snow. I could not fight back. The wretched human had won. For a moment I could hear nothing but my frightened whimpering and the cold wind, but then I heard a soft click. I knew he had the gun cocked at my head, I knew he was smiling, his mind reeling with the amount of money he would recieve for my pelt. But I could do nothing, and it made me feel terrible. This knowing feeling was just horrible, and I could not take it. The suspense and waiting made this moment even more painful, and the hunter knew it. He wanted me to suffer. My thoughts became confusing and feverish as a loud bang echoed throughout the area, and I could only let out a scream before everything was black.

4 years earlier...
My eyes were useless, as were my ears, as I landed to the ground with a thud. My sense of smell, taste and touch being my only guides, I was very unsure of things. Where was I? What was happening? Who was I, to be exact? My knowledge of anything was close to none. All I knew was that I was somewhere and there was something closeby. Not much to go by, but it was all I had. I began to crawl forward instinctively, until I bumped into something. But the thing felt strange, not like the thing underneath me, but like myself. It was then I heard and chuckle and yelped, for there must have been some creature there.

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

[Veggievampire]

Ah, didn't get Hallows. ><

Gz to Minnie. :3

[eiralune]

I got Consentance? Yay! :3 He's the character I needed for my story. I guess this story will be a good one ;D

[versicolor]

Congrats to all the winners! ^^

[nowi]

Erm, are you going to take down the pets from the code drop two weeks ago? I was looking through the kennels and realized a few of them were still up there.

[Skyebreeze]

Pet's ID Tag:
41
Name You'd Choose for It:
Nikita
Why I choose that name:
I personally love the name Nikita, and I thought it would fit her perfectly. After a bit of research, I found out it means, 'victory of the people', which (of course, this is my opinion) seems to relate somewhat to the fact that she always does things for others, never for herself.
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:
I, personally, love cats and unfortunately don't have very many cat characters. When I saw her design, I just completely fell in love with it. I love her hairstyle, her beautiful dappled coat (I love natural designs with a flare of unnatural), and all of her accessories! Something just clicked with me, probably more than most characters I have. If I got her, she would have both an anthro and a quad form. I'm working out a great personality and background for her, and I hope to make and get plenty of art of her. Everything about her just seems to be falling into place inside my mind, I feel as if I don't even have to work to make the pieces fit together, it's as if all of this was already in my mind, and now it's finally getting out.
History/Background/Other:

Nickname(s):
Niki, Nik (pronounced 'nick')
Age:
2 human years, 14 cat years
Species/breed:
Feline, dappled longhair
Size:
Average size of a domestic cat, slightly slimmer
Any issues/deformations:
Very quiet, considered mute, however she can speak, she just chooses not to, this mostly comes from the fact that when she was younger she was never aloud to 'speak unless spoken to.'
Items:
Black headband w/ purple flower, dark green bow
Personality:
Nikita has a very depressed personality. Most of this comes from her very rough childhood and constant abuse. She literally lives off her friends, depending off them not only for shelter but for strength. She is highly dependent on Harlequin, her best friend, and hates to be separated from him. When she's around him, Nikita becomes more cheerful and positive, even letting out a bit of rare laughter. Her spirit has been greatly weakened by many years of abuse, thus she is very quiet, shy, and paranoid. She is always afraid of being abused once again, and thus she goes to great lengths to avoid this. Nikita rarely does anything for herself, always trying to keep others happy, even after she was 'freed' from Kirai.
Likes:
Dancing, especially ballet and pointe; music, mostly instrumental and dance music, and she LOVES Enya; her best friend Harlequin; the rain; flowers, she has her own beautiful garden;
Dislikes:
Abuse; hurting others and people who hurt others; Kirai; death; being alone; darkness; storms;
Skills:
Nikita is an avid and skilled dancer, and despite her usual quiet, she has an incredible singing voice.
Songs:
Just a few songs I think represent her:
If I Die Young by The Band Perry- I'm not sure exactly what made me think this song represents her, I just sort of feel like it does, you know what I mean?
Caribean Blue by Enya- for those of you who aren't sure who Enya is
Background story:
All that time I thought it was I who was a monster. Never once did I stop to consider the true implications of my life. Never once did I question Kirai's judgment, her orders, nothing. Never did I think I would leave her, or be free. But I did, and I am.

It's shocking to think how much things have changed over just the past few months. I'm actually aloud to do what I want to do, and not having to obey the commands of others. People treat me as an equal, not a servant, not something to scorn. They actually look at me, talk to me, ask my opinions about things. But they never look me in the eyes. I once asked Harlequin why, why couldn't they look into my eyes. He just gave a shrug of his shoulders, and replied that, "because they're afraid of what they see there." At first, this confounded me. The rest of that day was spent trying to uncover that mystery. It wasn't until I saw myself in the mirror that night that I realized what it was. Everything about me was normal, plain. A girl in a simple dress in the latest style, her short cropped white-blond hair held back with a black headband, a single flower resting slightly skewed on the left side. My gaze slowly drifted down to my face, and it was then that I saw my eyes. I honestly don't think that I'd ever looked myself in the eyes before, not ever in my reflection. The eyes I saw were a deep, clear blue, so clear in fact it was like looking into my soul. There I saw such emotions, so much turmoil, it took all my courage to keep my sight on them. There was anger, hurt, fear, if it was an emotion, it was there. This is hardly an accurate explanation, for there are no words to describe what I saw in those eyes, in me. Perhaps if someday I chance upon you, you can see for yourself, but until then this description with have to do.

So, anyway, my story is not exactly long, but it's not a pretty one.

It all started several years ago. I was 5 years old. My mother was dead, weakened by hunger, cold, and sickness. My father was gone, he left us long before I was even born. For years we had struggled to get by, and I learned to work before I could walk. That's all I ever knew, work hard, obey all orders, never step out of line. We had been working for a rich family, with a daughter about my age when my mother had gotten sick. The daughter's name was Kirai. When I first met her, she was so sweet to me. She would sneak me bits of food when I came up to her room to clean, and sometimes she would even let me play with her for short periods of time. She gave me my first taste of childhood. Who would of thought she would turn out to be such a monster.

After my mother's death, the rich family allowed me to stay in the servants' house, provided that I work for her. I had to work for my food, for my clothes, everything. It was, however, several months before I saw Kirai's true colors. Out of nowhere, she would beat me, sometimes for no other reason than she was 'sick of looking at me.' She started ordering me to do harder and more unnecessary tasks. If my work displeased her, I was severely punished. Of course, nothing I did seemed good enough for her, thus I was punished quite often. Now that I think about it, I should've left the moment the torment started, but I had nowhere to go. And I was afraid. Afraid she would hunt me down, afraid she would do something unspeakably horrible to me. I was a mess.

Several years passed before I met Harlequin. I was about 13 years old, I believe. It had been a warm summer night, perhaps in June, or July even, I can't remember exactly. Most of my memories seem to be slipping away, even the happy ones. But I digress. So, anyway, a small circus was in town, and I was under orders to escort 'Lady Kirai,' as I had taken to calling her, there. Much to my great surprise, she allowed me to stay with her and watch the show. It was during that very show that I saw him, Harlequin, a jester in some clown act. I must say, he was, and still is, the funniest thing I've ever seen. He made me laugh so hard that night, I nearly split the seams of my dress. If all else from my memories fade, his act I will never forget. He had been wearing a brightly colored costume, similar to a court jester's uniform. During his act, he danced around the ring, attempting, badly, to play a small harp, and telling hilarious jokes all the while. It was the most amusing sight I'd ever seen.

After the show, while 'Lady' Kirai was off speaking with some of her rich-lady friends, I wandered around toward the smaller tents where the performers stayed. Harlequin was surrounded by a small group of admirers, all girls. I stood at the back and waited for them to leave, and I would've been standing there all night I believe had Harlequin not extracted himself from the crowd. And when I say extracted, I mean it. He actually squirmed his way out of that little, tight circle without arousing suspicion from any one of those girls, a feat I found rather impressive. As he dusted himself off (I think it was more to satisfy his dramatic personality than to actually primp himself), I walked up to him. I shyly complimented him on his magnificent performance, and he flashed me an enormous, and hilarious, smile. It was so funny, and he was so at ease, I too started to relax. He told me I was probably the only girl there that wasn't drooling all over him. This pulled a rare smile out of me. Grinning, he gave me a very comical and dramatic bow, asking if I would join him for some carnival treats, however before I could reply 'Lady' Kirai appeared, furious. She grabbed me by the ear and dragged me off, shouting about how furious she was with and how she had been searching for hours, even though I knew it could only have been a few minutes. I didn't see Harlequin's face, but no doubt he was shocked.

Things just seemed to go downhill from there.
Friends:
Harlequin (Harley), her best friend
Enemies:
Kirai (means hate in japanese, pronounced 'kee-ray'), former 'friend'
Mate:
None, however she does have a crush on her friend Harlequin.

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

(WIP)

[cedaar]

Congrats to the winners!!!

[Tripp]

updated, hopefully now everything is right

again guys

if i have missed something, or a character needs to be taken down, PM A STAFF MEMBER OR THE AGENCY ACCOUNT. thank you

keeps the thread a bit cleaner :]

[cedaar]

Name: Jupiter (Can Change)
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