Pound of Hope [Closed; mods please lock]

[Desmond]

http://www.livestream.com/bbbroadcast

Broadcasting myself making a future donation. xD This is pretty much a test for a future shop idea.

[Ebonpyre]

I'd like some critique!
Username: Azora
Number of character you're applying for: P55
Link to form: X
Would you like critique through PM, or another way?: Through PM's.
critmehplz

[Not me nope]

BY the way, I deleted one of my forms from p.

[LunarFaith]

Kennel P55
Section
POH
Name
Dynami (Din-Na-Me. It means 'Strength' in Greek)
Breed
Dog/Hint of wolf
Age
Young adult
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?
Dynami caught my eye as soon as Vita posted him <3 His story hit me like a monkey swinging a bat! I will take exeptional care of this hansome little boy if I'm lucky enought to win <3 He will be my art slave, constantly posing for art ;D
Personality
Dynami grew up knowing nothing but sadness. He tries to be strong, he tries to cover the pain, but his icy white eyes reflect his every feeling. He is about the sweetest dog you'll ever meet, but you'll never meet him. Humans don't exist in his time.
Time&Place
Dynami's story takes place in the future. Now, your probably picturing robots, extreme tecnologie and floating cars. These are dreams. The reality? Torture. Humans refused to listen when scientest warned them about distroying out planet. By the time they really woke up, it was too late. The air was toxic, there were too few trees to clean it. The buildings crumbled as the weather turned into giant storms. Only the smartest of animals survived. They were forces to wear gas maskes and live amungst the filth. There food? They ate the one other animal that had survived. Rats. Life in this world is no dream, it's a nightmare. Only the strongest will survive to see the world be reborn before there eyes.
History/Backround
They call me insane.

But what do they know? I lost my patents. My brothers and sisters. My life. All at the simple age of 1. They were taken by the same overwelming force that brought me into this world, tiny and abandoned, my family torn to bits.

They call me insane.

But what do they know? I am plain, yes. I am simple, yes. I stand out no more then a blade of grass in a lush green field. But I am complex. Internaly abnormal. I know things that others do not. How? I don't know. Why? I don't care. It's very simple really, I can see things... Predict things. By the smell or tast, even the look of someone or something. I can predict. How there life began, or how it will end.

They call me insane.

But what do they know? I have blue eyes. Indeed I do. I am beautiful. Indeed I am. But so what? Nobody can see the terror within me, waiting to surface. Waiting to return the pain and suffering I have been though.

They call me insane.

But I am mearly a child, A kid if you will, Waiting. Forever awaiting my families return.

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The night my family left.

Thunder rolled, lighning flashed, hail exploded from the sky. It was all normal, the humans had turned his world into a living nightmare. The only humans left were those with power. Those with billions of dollars. Those who minipulated others. They lived underground, forced off the surface of the earth because of the storm monsters they created. Dynami knew they came out of the ground every once and a while to cetch wild animals. There were few left but the humans seemed to know exactly where they were. The humans would experiment on the animals, test them for the toxins in the air. The wondered how the animals survived.

But dynami knew. He and his family were forced to wear gas masks, only taking them off when a human scent was near. They could not inform the humans of there intellegence.

Dynami padded along the edge of his large island, the sand burrying itself between his pads. The waves seemed sky high but he knew the storm was teasing them, trying to frighten them. Slowly, he closed his eyes, concentrating. He could feel the vibrations of humans below the earth under his paws. His eyes narrowed to slits behind his forest green gas mask. He hated his 'powers' They did nothing but haunt him. But they came in good use when he wanted to track the humans. When he wanted to take revenge.

A few days before, Dynami had arived at his families cave to find them missing. He serched the whole island for his parents and little sister but there were nowheres to be found. He tryed, to no avail, to use his curse to find them. It was no use. This was a battle he had to fight alone. He had to find the humans.

He had to find his strength.

Art
I cannot DRAW hehe
Other
Vita, i'd like to use my others section to say thank you <3 You take so much time to make these beautiful disigns for us. you get no pay, but you do it anyways <3 Thanx Vita, we appreciate it ;D

[eternalglitch]

I delete form for Beast.

Also, I cant scan the art for the contest for 3 days. When is the code drop? I want to scan the art first.,....

[Queen Vivane]

Ill be submitting a form as soon as ive finished the history/background on word lol

[Nuky 101]

Kennel: 46.



Section: Common Creatures.

Name: Malik.

Breed: Wolf.

Age: In human years he's about fifteen.

Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: I love how the navy and silver both compliment each other and I live his blue eyes. I would have thought that it would be to much blue and wouldn't look good with each other, but I loved it. I will make a home for this character in my character thread, buy him lots of art, and possibly start an wolf role play with him. ^^

Personality: He's very shy and reserved. He doesn't always like to be around be people, most of the time he'll find a quiet place to relax and a good book to read. He's a great athlete, except he cannot play any sport except basketball and running. (Here's an example of what I mean. Football - *Whistle blows.* Malik gets handed the ball. He looks for some one open....Then he get crushed underneath a huge pile of heavy football players. Poor Malik. Baseball - *Some one hits an almost home-run that goes straight toward Malik.* It knocks Malik on the head - hard. Malik stumbles around for a bit, then turns in a circle, then passes out for a good thirty-seven minutes. Poor Malik.) He's not vain and doesn't mind admitting that he's wrong, but hates to be picked on. He's often shyly carrying his book around the school, avoiding eye contact with everyone, and is alone at his own lunch table. That is....Until his story. *Grins mischievously.*

Dislikes&Likes:
Likes:
~Books.
~ Basketball and Running.
~ He is totally in love with Tootsie Roll Pops (Only the brown ones.) and vanilla milkshakes.
~ He loves listing to classical music.
~ He likes to get outside and practice basketball and running.
Dislikes:
~ Bullies.
~ He hates horseradish and coleslaw.
~ He dislikes any other sports besides Basketball and running.
~ Doesn't like loud places and loud music.
~Bad books.
~ Being cooped up in a classroom or house when it's a nice day out.

History/Background:
((Note: Everyone is in anthro form in this story.))

The bell rung. I was shoved out of the classroom by various other people trying to get out too. In the distance I could hear lockers slamming, and in a second mine would be joining them. Finally! A holiday break! After days of being tortured in a classroom, we finally got to be free! I was almost at my locker when a big, meaty, hand was on my shoulder, then another on my other shoulder. I got spun around and lifted up. Oh, fantastic. Ben, the big school bully. Quarterback for our school team. Champion heavyweight of our school. My worst nightmare. "Hey runt." He grunted in my face, his repulsive breath made me mentally gag and blink a few times. "Yes...Ben?" I manged to choke up. "What do you want?" He grunted again, before setting me down on my feet again, then putting his hand out in front of him, palm up. I knew what that meant. "I-I don't have any money..." I said looking away. "I know you're lying." Ben's voice sounded dangerously angry, which made me flinch. "Where is it?" He said slowly, stepping up in front of my only way out. "I..." I tried to say, but my voice left me. Luckily, at that moment, a teacher walked up. "Ben, we do not threaten students. Malik, you may go. Ben, I'd like a word with you." She said, sternly. I muttered my thanks before hurrying to my locker. Ben shot an angry glance at me as he turned and followed the teacher to her classroom the other way, opposite to that of my locker. When I got to my locker, I opened the big metal door, put the books I'd need in by back pack, along with stuff that I thought I could use to help me with my studies. I felt someone's light hand tap me on the shoulder and I spun around, afraid Ben might have come back. Wait...A light hand? That couldn't be Ben. I was right, because in front of me stood an angel. A real one. She has pale fur, golden side bangs with a blue streak throught them, a halo, wings.... Well, to cut it short, she looked like this. She even had un-earthly glowing golden eyes. She stared at me for what felt like forever. The weird part was, no one seemed to notice her. Then, after a few more minutes, she grinned, then disappeared into mist. I blinked a few times, thinking I'd gone mad. I turned back to my locker, finished collecting my things, then ran to catch the bus to take me home. I settled in my usual seat, with no one, and pulled out my new book. As the bus pulled away, I was reading intently, when I felt some one's presence. I looked at the isle seat. It was the angel, grinning a me. I nearly dropped my book and I made a strangled scream. No one else noticed, or even looked at me. "Hey," She said in a pleasant sing-song voice. Then, she studied me and her face darkened. "Wow, you look like you've just seen a ghost." I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes. Yup, she was still there. "Are...Are you an angel?" I asked, which later seemed like a stupid question. Live animals don't have actual wings, or actual halos, or gold eyes. She smiled again, and if her teeth were any brighter, she could have blinded me. "Yes, I suppose I am." She mused, tucking a strand of blond hair behind her ear. I noticed she was wearing a simple white, sleeveless dress with a low neckline. She has a few accessories, the silver bracelet, the thing on her tail that looked like a mini halo, and a sliver necklace that matched the bracelet. I noticed her wings seemed to come of her dress. When she moved, the dress sparkled with colors that looked like oil on water. Then, to finish off her look, she was wearing golden sandals with golden ribbons that tied in a cross-cross pattern up to her knees. She was gorgeous. Then, she scrunched up her nose as she looked at me. "Yuck," She said, which made me nervous. "What?" I asked. "Is that really what you're wearing?" She asked, looking at my clothes. I was dressed in a T-Shirt, jeans, and sneakers. "This is what normal people wear," I said, feeling self-conscious. She rolled her eyes. Then, the bus stopped. With a start, I looked out the window. We were at my bus stop. I turned back to the angel, but she was gone. I blinked, then got up with my book and back-pack and skirted off the bus. I whistled and a taxi pulled up to the curb. I handed the driver twenty-five dollars and seventy five cents and told him my address. As he drove me home, I opened my book up when we were a few minutes away. After a few more moments of silence, he broke the quiet saying, "Hey, don't want to be rude and all, but why are you all by yourself? I mean, with no parent?" I forced a smile onto my face. "Oh, my father's working and my mother is out shopping somewhere, so they said for me to take a taxi home and they'll meet me there." If only that was true. The taxi driver nodded, and then went back to silence. I looked out my window for a moment and I could have sworn I saw the angel sitting on a bench, staring at me, but then I went back to my book and didn't look again. When the taxi stopped in front of my house, I thanked him and hopped out. I noticed him staring at me in amazement because the ride was exactly 25$ and 75 cents. I had ridden in so many taxis I knew exactly how much each ride was going to cost. I walked up to the door and let myself in with my key. I locked the door behind me, and looked out then window as the taxi pulled away, before walking into the kitchen. My house isn't that great. It's plain white with a neatly trimmed lawn, two stories high, and no attic. One the bottom floor, there's the kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and living room. On the top floor is...was my parents room, another bathroom, and an extra room. I heard the door open and I knew my dad was home. "Malik?" He called, his voice weary. "In here dad!" I called back, as I started to make us both peanut butter sandwiches. WIP!

Art: WIP!

Other: WIP!

This form is a totally WIP!

[SairenMin]

I'd like some critique!
Username: TigressMin
Number of character you're applying for: P23
Link to form: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=58&t=214724&start=1150#p7824604
Would you like critique through PM, or another way?: PM is fine
critmehplz

Sorry for a late critique request. I am currently working on the art and fine tuning the application so I wanted some pointers before I feel I have finalized it. :3

[corgie]

I'd like some critique!
Username: SweetCorgi
Number of character you're applying for: P45
Link to form: Click!
Would you like critique through PM, or another way?: PM please <3
critmehplz


My Last critique will be when I fully finish it ^^ I just want to see if I should wrap up her history or not

[asdjlasfjksdf]

Posting for later.