Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[! october]

Just so you know; I'll be updating the form list on the front page and answering PMs about the last code drop tonight that I haven't responded to yet. c:
So no worries, Octo hasn't forgotten. X3 <3

[berdsbrother]

There's a code drop tonight?
Or was there a code drop I missed?

[White_Wolf_Bane]

I am looking to adopt...
Kennel number:
P13

Name:
Tobin (Seattle)
His nicknames include Tobi, Tobs, Tobo (pronounced like Ho-bo, not like the Wolf's Rain character), and Tob-tob.
Breed:
Scene Werewolf
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I was looking through the donations, and I saw this epic scene wolf as I scrolled past. I scrolled back up and took a better look at him, and I fell in love with the poor boy. The light blue and brown goes along with the dark grey and white almost perfectly. With him, I'll draw him very often, most likely with my character, Balentine, as I want to adopt him as a friend for Bal-bal XD. I'm going to make him a werewolf, since Balentine is a werewolf, and it would be cool if he were one aswell.

Personality:
Tobin is very cheerful in his own ways, yet quiet as can be. He doesn't talk too much, except when with his friends, but can always be seen with a grand smile on his face. He always seems at least content to his friends, and he rarely ever yells at others or gets angry with them. On another note, Tobin is very studious. He enjoys concentrating on his studies, and puts them before almost everything else; with the exception of emergencies, of course. He never does anything wrong or illegal, or trys to, at least, and always seems to be the voice of reason when his friends want to do something stupid.
Likes:
Tobin enjoys studying for classes and reading the classics, such as The Picture of Dorian Grey and Dracula. He enjoys more of the darker pieces of literature than the happier stories with the warm and fuzzy endings. He does, however, write some stories of his own, sometimes, aswell as a bit of dark poetry. He sometimes even turns his poetry into songs, using his Gibson Les Paul for guidence on the tune. He loves learning new things and being with his friends, as they seem to be the only ones who are willing to talk with him inteligently, and know him well. Although he's a rather happy person, he likes some things from the darkside aswell.

Dislikes:
It is very rare when Tobin doesn't like something; usually if he trys something, he either likes it, or is indifferent about it. Although rare, he does have his dislikes. First off, his largest pet peeve is writing, doodling or anything else in any book. It royaly bugs him, as he feels that books should be treated with rrespect and care, and that the slightest mark of the pen damages the book greatly. Secondly, he gets angered slightly when someone, anyone, throws out a perfectly good piece of literature. "If you didn't like the story, at least donate it to the librery or something..." is what he always says when he finds an abandoned book. Lastly, he extremly dislikes stories with very sappy, poorly written happy-go-lucky endings, where what happens to the characters doesn't seem to fit with what happened in the plot. This annoys him to the max, and makes him feel like the author is cutting corners with his or her work.
History/Background:
I looked out my window as snow fell softly and began to collect on the green grass below. Music played softly in the background as I worked on my latest story.

Hold it together, birds of a feather,
nothing but lies and crooked wings.
I have the answer, spreading the cancer,
You are the faith inside me...

As I delved further and further into the words of my story, I began that it had become a self-portrait of sorts, one where the words painted my image. Such a twisted and sad story, it seemed, but the ending is a happy one. Abandoned by those who choose just to see the animalistic side of himself, he felt sad and alone. But when he felt at his worst, his true friends shone the brightest in the consuming darkness.

No, don't
Leave me to die here,
Help me survive here.
Alone, don't remember, remember.

I turned the page of my notebook and staired at the light blue lines straked across the paper. I remebered how hard it was for me just to survive back then. My adopted parents had abandoned me shortly after they found out what I was. Heart-broken and alone at the age of six, I wandered aimlessly down the diserted country road I had been dropped off on; I remeber that I wished for a car or truck to come out of nowhere and hit me, I felt so bad. I was unwanted. I was a freak. I was... alone. I was so stricken with grief that I could not even cry on that dark country road. I remember how cold the wind blew, so cold, in fact, that I had to turn into the beast I loathed just to try and escape the cold.

The door to my room slid open with a quiet knock. I looked up from my story to see him, standing in my doorway, looking at me intently with big blue eyes. It was Balentine, my best friend and housemate. I smiled slightly at seeing his face. His red and black mane covered a good portion of his face, while his red-studded collar glistened in the light near the door.

"Hey," he said calmly, "Would you like to get out of here and see a movie. I think there's a good comedy playing now.." He trailed off. That was the thing with Balentine; he was quiet and even a little shy around even the closest of friends. I nodded yes and got off of my bed. He was the one that found me that night, he was the one who saved me.

Put me to sleep evil angel.
Open your wings evil angel...

As the cold thretened to end my exsistance and snow began to blow, I dropped to the ground.
Art:

Other:
The lyrics in Tobin's history are from the song, "Evil Angel", by Breaking Benjamin.
This be a work in progress...

[! october]

There's a code drop tonight?
Or was there a code drop I missed?

No; the next code drop isn't until December 4th.
Since I have an extra post on the front page on this thread I'm keeping the list of who's going for each character there. I was just saying that I'll be updating it tonight since I wasn't able to yet. c:

[berdsbrother]

Okay, thank You Octo.

[LunarFaith]

Just so you know; I'll be updating the form list on the front page and answering PMs about the last code drop tonight that I haven't responded to yet. c:
So no worries, Octo hasn't forgotten. X3 <3

It's ok Octo, take your time There is no rush <3

[BPeppers]

I am looking to adopt...
Kennel number: P65
Section: Pound of Hope
Name: Alice
Breed: Anthro dog; maybe some wolf hybrid thrown in
Age: Twenty-two (human years)

Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: From the second I saw her, I knew her story. I knew we had a connection! She's unique and lovely, in every way possible. I love her already, and I'd love you forever if you'd let her enter into my life! Thanks so much. ^^ I would give her a home in my character thread, which is currently being edited with great pleasure-and annoyance. >3< Anyway, I would continuously get art of her; of course. She'd probably end up being best friends with the anthro sisters. <3

Personality: Alice is a very relaxed dog. There's a lot that calms her, and when something does, she lets it soak in, like a sponge. She can get annoyed very quickly, though. When she is told that she looks like someone from "Alice in Wonderland," she burns, like, she wants to scream at them-loudly. Secretly, (though she'd never even admit it to herself, in fear of Alice), she enjoys it though. She loves attention, most of the time. She knows she's a star, just not an "Alice in Wonderland" star. That, she'll never be, even if she's told she must, or she'd die. She seriously doesn't like that, even if it does get her attention. She'd rather be like Shirley Temple, only older. She's an actress. She loves to act, and talk to people. Those just some of her complex to understand hobbies. ^^

Dislikes:
*Broccoli (ugh)-she hates the taste and texture. Plus, hating it makes her feel like a little kid, which she also despises.
*People who call her "Alice"-Most of the time, they only do it to get on her nerves. Guess what? They do.
*"Alice" period.-She's worn out by resembelance to the character, but she loves herself too much to change.
*Trains-the noise freaks her out. Something that honks that loud should be illegal.
*Clowns-She once got a scary forward about them, and the fact that they're always so happy confuses her.

Likes:
*Movies-She loves to eat the popcorn while learning about her future life ahead of her.
*Actresses-They get everything. She knows she'll get to be like them one day. Secretly she's jealous though, because she's not one of them-yet.
*Down to Earth people-people who are brain dead just wear her out and destroy her day. She likes people she can actually have a conversation with, who don't get all wishy-washy.
*Pineapple (MmmmMMM!)-The taste savors on her tongue. She figures it'll be a new trend to eat pineapple. Only cool people will do so.
*Doodling-When she's bored in her classes, doodling takes up all the time. She draws funny pictures.

History/Backround:

Alice was 3 when she decided to become an actress. It was her dream as soon as she began to talk. She used to prance around in costumes singing songs and reciting lines from "Teletubby" episodes and "Dora the Explorer." She loved both of those shows. Everyone thought she was adorable, and she continued doing those things for a while.

3 years

"Mommy, mommy!" I screeched, throwing my arms in the air. "Do you want to hear my song? And I can be just like Dora! I pwomise!"
My mom turned, and smiled at me. "I bet you can," she said. "I know you all that well." She brushed her snowy tail across my side. I giggled.
"So, do you wanna hear it?"I asked eagerly.
Her brows flattened. "Maybe later," she compromised.
I huffed and plopped down, folding my paws over each other. I shivered.
We were freezing. It was winter, and the birds were gone. No more friends for me to play with. But we were stuck indoors, in my master's home. Of course, it did have heating, but that didn't keep the kids from leaving the door open and freezing our butts. Of course, there was a screen. Still no getting out. I sneezed, and I could see my own breath.
"Why won't you listen now?" I asked, whiney.
"Because," she said. "No singing in the house means no singing in the house. Plus, I'm tired, baby. Please let me get some rest."
"Sure, momma," I finally gave in. "Can I sleep with you?" I took a hesitant step forward.
"Sure you can, sweet darling," she said, leaving a space open by her stomach were I could lay. Greatfully, I snuggled up next to her.
"Momma?" I whispered.
"Yes?"
"I think this house is 'fraid of its own dark."

~

At the age of 10, alice had her first play. She got the lead role in 5th grade, playing "Mulan-Disney-Jr." Her crush, Ralli, just happened to be General Shang, Mulan's true love. She was very bubbly and excited the couple of weeks before the play. Her mother would yell at her every time she even mumbled the word "Mulan," because she talked about it so much.

10 years

"Yeah mom, I'll take the broccoli, yeah, fine. But you know, we should have Chinese sometime soon, you know?" I glanced over at her, and she eyed me carefully.
"Hmm."
"Yeah," I continued, planning the conversation. "Chinese, it's delicious. You know, we learn about China at school," I told her.
"You do?" she murmured, sounding uninterested. My tail flicked irritatedly.
"Yeah," I carried on. "In our drama production."
"Uh huh. And that's about the 20th time you've said that," she said, sounding annoyed.
"I know!" I whined. "It's just so exciting."
"I guess it's good that your play is only in 3 days," mom told me. "Now please, focus on your studies until then."
"Fine," I muttered, picking at my broccoli. But I couldn't get my mind off of Mulan... Or Ralli.

Snippet of the Play~

I heard my cue perfectly. Grandmother Fa was busy talking to herself, again. I always found that funny though. "Great, she brought home a sword. If you ask me, she should have brought home a man."
That was when Ralli entered. "Excuse me, does Fa Mulan live here?" I stepped out from the shadows, so my grandma could point to me. My tail swished. "Thank you," Ralli finished, looking at me.
"Woo!" Grandma whistled. "Sign me up for the next war!" Then, separating us, my father stood in front of us.
"Honorable Fa Zhou, I..." He turned, looking to me, his blue eyes stressed. I knew it wasn't Ralli who liked me then, as I'd hoped. It wasn't even me who he liked. It was Shang, and he liked Mulan. "Mulan, you forgot... I thought you might need your fan."



Art: Will be made some! <333
Other: I would ADORE this character, with all my heart! Congrats to whoever she goes to!

WIP

[Sentoki]

Oh, okay. This okay, -3B- ?


Callabral was abandoned in a park by his owners during a thunderstorm, he managed to survive for a few weeks out alone, most likely with another wolf mix female, until a person captured him and brought him to the pound. Callabra has been staying in the pound for 2 long months now, waiting for a person to adopt him and save him. But he does'nt know that he is still too young for any random person to get him, so, he is patiently waiting for someone to save him from his current fate and bring him back home...

[Desmond]

That won't win. Please, look at the examples. Look at all of the work put into them. Most are at least a page and a half (of not two or three) of thorough background, detailing their thoughts during certain events in the character's life up to the point of the writing.

[Sentoki]

oh,okay. But I can't post much on this current comp. It won't allow me to post more than that. I'll have to wait till tomorrow when I get back home.