[Novi]

Username:
Prince Cados
Name:
Daytona
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Secretive - Rambunctious - Friendly - Open Minded
Art:

Icon by Me (For my use only; will be deleted if I lose)
Relationships:
Alaric - Daytona looks to Alaric as her fatherly figure. She can commonly be seen around him, asking him to tell her stories about the war. Daytona respects him immensely, and won't hesitate to defend him.
Claude - Claude honestly scares the crap out of her. Daytona knows this guy isn't just fooling around like Maverick usually is. She knows how dangerous he is, so for that, she avoids him at all costs.
Maverick - Ha! This guy is all bark, no bite. Daytona enjoys getting on his nerves by ignoring him, and commonly refers to him as her "annoying little brother". (Which is ironic, considering he's older than her.) Daytona and Maverick constantly fight over Nandalia, and it can resort to violence.
Nandalia - Daytona loves Nandalia with all of her heart. She adores the girl's tough attitude, and views her as an object of affection. Needless to say, this causes Daytona and Maverick (who has a crush on Nandalia as well) to get into countless arguments over the Australian Mako. Nandalia is always annoyed by this, and tries to avoid both at all costs.
Quintessa - Daytona's best friend for life! These two know how to grate on your nerves, and will oftentimes gang up on Maverick or the others and poke fun at them. (Everyone except Claude, that is.) These two have a strange friendship - they commonly get into fake arguments, and will insult each other every time they see each other. (ex; "You're as useless as the white crayon in the box!", "You're the AT&T of people!", etc.)
Theme Song:
Make a Move by Icon For Hire
Why I Want Her:
I'll admit, I've always had a soft spot for characters based off of red foxes. Add on long hair, and you've practically got my dream character right there.
I've actually been hoping for a red fox-based Mako for a while, now, and now that she's here, I can't imagine just leaving her behind without a fight. I want Daytona for many reasons - her looks, while she is beautiful, are not the main reason I want her. Sure, she's very pretty, and I absolutely adore her simplistic design, but I want her for the same reason I wanted any of my other Makos: because I feel a connection with her. I could see the most beautiful design in the world and leave it behind willingly if I don't have any other further attraction to it aside from looks. But with Daytona, she's the best of both worlds. She's drop dead gorgeous, and I feel a strong connection to her already. I feel I can develop her character quite well, and flesh her out so that she's a believable character that everyone adores.
Use:
As far as usages go, Daytona certainly will not be left in the dust. I can positively assure you that much.
For starters, I'll draw art of her constantly - not every day, though. I'm pretty sure nobody here would be able to draw her every day; it's impossible. I'll write stories of her and upload them to Chicken Smoothie, and I'll be sure to roleplay with her whenever I find time to. I'll work on developing her character, and I'll try to make her as believable as possible. Lastly, I'd like to use her in animations. I have Windows Live Movie Maker and a bunch of art programs, so most likely, Daytona will be animated at least once. I actually have an idea in mind for an animation with her and my other Makos, but you'll just have to wait and see what it is, should I win.

Good luck, everyone <333

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Oh my reserve

[Offended Cockatiel]

Username: Byteme
Name: Monico Vixi
Nickname; Vixen, for his quarrelsome nature and his will to fight and contradict the heart strings
Gender: Male
Personality: Vivacious • spacey • Contradicting • Careless • Haughty
Unlimited Extras:

Deeper into the personally:

Monico is well known for his firey and spiteful attitude, he can't keep how he acts in check and with no equilibrium on personal choices no one is truly sure how to feel about him. The chances of meeting him at the wrong time are high, because of the situations he gets himself hurled into. He is often one to act first and think only in the few calm moments after, indecisively weary. Most of his final process consist of unsure choices he never full made decision of, and acts of passion, with the process of entirely overpowering senses and, pulsing endearment to another level.

Habits and quirks:
-Squirms at the sight of blood
-Always changing his mind back and forth, without telling anyone
-Very unorganized and disbandment
-Ties his hair tight with holly
-Usually styles his hair different every day to week
-Blows at strands of hair
-Snuffles his nose when he doesn't like something a great deal
-Very passionate
-Not quite trusting, and weary at being trustable
-Soemtimes forgets to control his volume all together

Story;;

The jingle bells were ringing, ringing, ringing. The late night lovers had kissed goodnight only a few hours ago, and all who were left awake were the ruffians making use of coal and a small male arising from the water into the frosty air. His mane was tied up into a duetfully put bun, and with small strands poking up into the atmosphere the little male rubbed his, water soaked, hands together, walking through the bounds of snow and ice with a hop in his step.

He had done something, something that could have arguably been grand or horrific, with him how could you know for sure? All that could be know was that he was practically dancing through the amastment of glaciers and piles of white. Gliding over the rough compactment, he hopped toward his home town, so easy to see with it's obvious red and green flashing lights, they didn't just blink... They blinded.

He had made his mind on a choice, and it had been a good one... At least he thought so, now that all of that indecision was gone. Puffing up his cheeks, taking in sharp whisps of air, he blew away hair from his face, sending it to the sides as if he was the wind that commanded it so. Monico was his name but, no one remembered that, it was always Vixen really. He knew how to start a fight, and how to end it on most occasions too.

What he was doing at this late hour of the night was just that... Ending a show of fisticuffs with a mastermind plan that has everyone in the dark, metaphorically speaking of course. Everyone except him, he was literally in the dark, the barely viable blackness of night slowing eating at him every now and then, when the blearing lights didn't protect.

[Lueur.]

Username:
2 Infinity &' Beyond
Name:
Vixen (i guess cx Vix for short c:)
Gender:
Female
Personality:
very friendly, Strong, Persistent , Loyal, and Smart
Art;

more to come c;
Favorite Chrismas Songs ;;
The most wonderful time of the year - Andy Williams
it's being to look alot like christmas! - Bing Crosby
Overture - Charles Mackerras
(from the nutcracker )
grandma got run over by a reindeer- elmo and patsy
(lol xD)

Likes

- Snow
- Cranberries
- holly berries
- Christmas (duh!)
- ribbons
- northern lights
- playing jokes
- the sound of bells

Dislikes

- mud/dirt
- seriousness
- loud noises
- hair pulls
- getting her horn stuck
in places
- cherries

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Username:
B l a z e.
Name:
Victory
Nickname:
Vixen
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Cautious
Stubborn
Fighter
Patriot
Merciless
Unlimited Extras:

Story
Safety (AU, Humans, War ridden world)

These days, even going for a stroll was hard - around every corner, everyone had to watch what they were doing. Victory, given the alias of Vixen out of all the other reindeer within her group, she didn't exactly have a choice about the name - it was either that, or Dancer. Vixen didn't want to sound like a prancing pony.
Vixen scanned the area for any signs of raiders or any signs of a current battle that would start trying to give her life to death as soon as she intervened. There was no way that was going to happen - she was going to serve this country with every viber of her being.
Nothing, she thought, slightly relieved but she didn't relax - chances were, she overlooked sometime or that they were hiding withing the shadows, unseen, but waiting. Who knew, but for now, she could only focus on her job, finding Rudolph - he went missing trying to find some new ground for Operation: Take Over. It was concerning, as Rudolph is one of their best men, they fear his life has been taken.
But Victory wanted to show them otherwise, with her pocket knife strapped to the left back leg in a leather holding - she didn't believe his death. She never left without her pocket knife - it was large, sleek and easy to use,light weight and something from her father who was long dead before the war.
These buildings haven't been abandon for long, Vixen thought, looking at the few raided houses - there wasn't as many as their last conquered town, and it still looked a bit like before the war happened. She gave out a long, quiet sigh.
This was currently no mans land, but Vixen and her team intended take the area - they needed it, this was basically a summary of the Operation we had planned.
Vixen perked up, then growled lowly - baring teeth as she slipped into the runes of an old school, she peeked out of the shattered window and observed the house opposite to the building.
Just as I thought, raiders She thought, scowling as she saw the shadows of different heads and items being tossed, they were also really loud, which is what gave away their location.
"Oooh, what do we have here?"
"Hah! Look at him! and what's this?"
"Give that back!"
Vixen blinked, that voice was so familiar, she tilted her head, then slowly made her way out of the school, and over to the building - the black was in good shape, it looks like they actually just waltzed in the front door as it was half way open. She slipped through the opening between the door frame and the door, clenching her teeth when a squeak emitted from the door opening a little.
There was silence, it was too quiet for Vixen's liking, yet, the sound of footfall made her realize that she would have actually preferred the silence more then the sound of her discovery.
Vixen moved, quickly and quietly, listening to the conversation between her comrade and the Raider, they seemed to be speaking about the territory,
"Why are you in our territory?" The raider asked
"This is no mans land, it never was your territory, never will be," Rudolph scowled, sounding quite defensive - Vixen couldn't blame him, he was in a situation where they could take his life.
"Oh, haven't you heard? We said it over the radio, we claimed this land two days ago," The raider laughed, but was stopped abruptly when his companion came back, saying something about a disturbance.
"Grr, fine, I'll go - stay here and do not mess up, you are to guard him," The two raiders fell quiet, only their footsteps heard as they swapped positions.
Silence fell again, Vixen smirked a little - this was convenient, what sounded like a weak grunt all alone with no one to defend him. An easy escape.
Oh boy was she wrong - she crawled carefully over to a couch for cover, gave a quick glance over her cover and then lundged a few seconds after.
With a surprised grunt, the raider thrashed about as Vixen landed on his back, growling and soon taking off to try and rid of me off of his back, leaving poor Rudolph utterly confused at what was going on. Vixen was trying to hang on, panicking as she didn't analyze the situation correctly - this guy was what they would call beefy, and she was soon met with a wall which drew the breath from her, making her release her grip and gasp at the lack of air.
"You little pest," the larger raider scowled, crouching down, ready to pounce at her like she was his prey - Vixen waited, slowly catching her breath, but she made the effort and took off running when he went for the kill, not getting very far but still safe.
"Vixen...?"
Vixen looked up from her stare at the ground, coughing a bit before taking a deep breath and moving forward, brushing past the surprised male,
"Come on Rudolph, we don't have long before the other guy comes back," Vixen said, heading for the door - she looked back to see if her friend was following, and after a while, he did,
"Where have you been?" Vixen asked as they exited the house and glanced around for any more raiders, she then looked over her shoulder at him,
"I was captured, I only just escaped today to find myself faced with raiders," Rudolph replied with a sigh, "they took everything from me, I was only able to find my knife, they have everything else,"
Vixen growled, "You're so careless," she spat, then she huffed, puffing out her chest, "No matter, we'll get everything back in due time,"
"What the-"
Vixen and Rudolph looked at the other raider, surprised at his quick arrival - Vixen cursed, taking off into a run with Rudolph at her tail,
"After them!"
"He brought back men?!" Rudolph exclaimed, eyes widening at the sudden panic they had been tossed into, he pushed himself to meet at the pace of Vixen,
"C'mon, we gotta move - we can't split up, we're going to have to lead them away from the base, or loose them entirely," Vixen called over the wind, picking up the pace. Rudolph groaned slightly, frowning as he tried to keep up with her pace, but he knew he was going to have to fall behind a little, Vixen was the fastest out of all the team.
"Vixen, I can't keep up with you!" Rudolph shouted, screaming when a bullet nicked his ear, Vixen hissed with frustration, glancing around for a way out. More rounds fired their way, Vixen grunted, skidding as she suddenly turned a corner - Rudolph hit his shoulder on the tree in front of them before scrambling to catch up once more.
"Vixen we're not loosing them!" Rudolph called, Vixen continued too look around, ignoring what he had just said for the sake that she was going to scold him for it later.
Vixen suddenly slowed into pace with Rudolph, trying to hide the fact that a bullet managed to find its way into her shoulder - she saw a small, crumbling cave by a cliff nearby, and looked at Rudolph,
"Continue on, hide behind a tree!" Vixen said, skidding to a stop as she tried too look like she was fine. Vixen took out her knife and opened it up, revealing a small dark purple pill - she smashed it onto the ground, taking off when smoke suddenly poofed out in an explosion.
To them it looked like the two disappeared, while they had actually just hid in the cave, trying to calm their breathing as they didn't want to be found again.
"Gah! We've lost 'em!" one of the Raiders growled, "Alright, you three, search the area, the rest will come back and continue collecting what is ours!"
Vixen inhaled sharply, backing up slowly into the shadows, watching as the three raiders began glancing around, looking carefully behind each bush, each tree,
"What about the cave?" One asked, looking at the other two as they walked over and whacked him behind the head with heir paws, the raider growled,
"What?!"
"No one ever goes in there, it's the place where Jason is and no one deals with him," One explained, looking at the cave. Vixen and Rudolph looked at each other, then back at the three,
"He infiltrated our base once with the help of one other person and almost wiped us out!" the other raider said, "All because we took the life of his child,"
Vixen clenched her teeth, wanting to bust out and say that he had every right so if that had happened - but she bit her tongue, and waited for them to go,
"Well, they have disappeared - we should go back and report," One said, leading away the other two as they murmured in agreement. Rudolph relaxed, slumping to the ground and closing his eyes, Vixen did the same, but she grunted instead, her shoulder flaring with pain from the bullet wound,
"Vixen...?" Rudolph opened one eye, looking at her, "Oh my-" he got up and moved over to her, inspecting the wound, "If I had the right material, I would fix it but-"
"It's alright, Rush," Vixen murmured tiredly, "We'll rest up, then start heading back, for now, we're safe,"

[Ardra]

An extension was asked for. This will now end at 11:59 PM CST on Tuesday December 23 : >

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Good luck?

[Ardra]

Sorry guys I ended up falling asleep at 10PM last night : > But yes the contest is over!

Thanks to all who participated, I am going to judge them when I can! I work ALL day tomorrow, and tonight is a family thing, so this may not get judged until Saturday or Sunday! ^^

[Ardra]

Sorry this took so long lovelies.

First I want to thank you all for entering, this drew a lot more attention than I thought it would! As there were only four forms to judge, I pulled in a guest judge who shall remain nameless helped me out and we agreed on a winner.

Second I want to say it was hard, it was but... Congratulations

Username: Byteme
Name: Monico Vixi
Nickname; Vixen, for his quarrelsome nature and his will to fight and contradict the heart strings
Gender: Male
Personality: Vivacious • spacey • Contradicting • Careless • Haughty
Unlimited Extras:

Deeper into the personally:

Monico is well known for his firey and spiteful attitude, he can't keep how he acts in check and with no equilibrium on personal choices no one is truly sure how to feel about him. The chances of meeting him at the wrong time are high, because of the situations he gets himself hurled into. He is often one to act first and think only in the few calm moments after, indecisively weary. Most of his final process consist of unsure choices he never full made decision of, and acts of passion, with the process of entirely overpowering senses and, pulsing endearment to another level.

Habits and quirks:
-Squirms at the sight of blood
-Always changing his mind back and forth, without telling anyone
-Very unorganized and disbandment
-Ties his hair tight with holly
-Usually styles his hair different every day to week
-Blows at strands of hair
-Snuffles his nose when he doesn't like something a great deal
-Very passionate
-Not quite trusting, and weary at being trustable
-Soemtimes forgets to control his volume all together

Story;;

The jingle bells were ringing, ringing, ringing. The late night lovers had kissed goodnight only a few hours ago, and all who were left awake were the ruffians making use of coal and a small male arising from the water into the frosty air. His mane was tied up into a duetfully put bun, and with small strands poking up into the atmosphere the little male rubbed his, water soaked, hands together, walking through the bounds of snow and ice with a hop in his step.

He had done something, something that could have arguably been grand or horrific, with him how could you know for sure? All that could be know was that he was practically dancing through the amastment of glaciers and piles of white. Gliding over the rough compactment, he hopped toward his home town, so easy to see with it's obvious red and green flashing lights, they didn't just blink... They blinded.

He had made his mind on a choice, and it had been a good one... At least he thought so, now that all of that indecision was gone. Puffing up his cheeks, taking in sharp whisps of air, he blew away hair from his face, sending it to the sides as if he was the wind that commanded it so. Monico was his name but, no one remembered that, it was always Vixen really. He knew how to start a fight, and how to end it on most occasions too.

What he was doing at this late hour of the night was just that... Ending a show of fisticuffs with a mastermind plan that has everyone in the dark, metaphorically speaking of course. Everyone except him, he was literally in the dark, the barely viable blackness of night slowing eating at him every now and then, when the blearing lights didn't protect.

We both loved your form (The name, the fact it was a male (which is pretty dang cool) the holly he uses to pull up his hair... and the fact his personality was shining through your story and it all fit together.

I'll add you in a moment!

Good luck on future Makos

[Lueur.]

congrats Byteme! you may have my art c: