[Nutheart]

Username: Nutheart
Name: Europa- an ancient Greek name that means "wide faced"
Gender: Female
Personality: Europa is a very mothering RPW, always taking those smaller or younger than her under her protection. Given that she's very large...well, most other RPWs are smaller than her. She believes that others are good until proven otherwise...and one does not want to prove otherwise to her. For all her initial gentleness, Europa does not take much nonsense, especially if it concerns someone that she's currently watching over. Fortunately...avoiding her for long enough lets her temper die down fairly quickly, and she tends to have somewhat of a short memory for minor transgressions. The only way she will likely remember being wronged is if one is a repeat offender.
Given that Europa was only recently "released," she's a fairly functional RPW. She absolutely craves social interaction that she didn't have when she was younger, hence her motherly nature.
For some reason, she also balks and cowers at the simple sound of a clicker. A few clicks, and Europa will lie down and tremble, fairly opposite to her general towering stature, horned face raised challengingly.


Subject Designation: T817
Notes: Progressing faster than other subjects. Appears to be the first viable subject in the T Series. Prepare to hatch this one.

This was scribbled on a notecard propped up against an incubation chamber. There were other pods like it nearby, and not a single one was empty. Each contained what, at first glance, appeared to be the beginnings of a wolf pup. But upon closer examination, each had...several unique traits, be it mutated forelimbs or a fluked tail or ridiculously large, sharp teeth. The vast majority were also completely still.
But then there was T817. This pup had horns sprouting from its face, and the beginnings of a large frill. This one was larger than the others, and was actually moving, giving little kicks of its legs and twitches of its long, muscular tail. This one could easily be viable.
The researchers were currently applauding themselves. This was...a difficult project, to say the least. They'd found that there was not enough preserved DNA to bring back the dinosaurs themselves...but with enough effort and tweaking, they might be able to graft the genes onto another species...and, hey, why not make the new dinosaurs intelligent while they were at it? And thus the hybridization of dinosaurs and rainbow paint wolves had begun. Was it ethical? The outcry from the public would've been ridiculous...if they knew this was happening, anyway. This lab was known to mess with dino DNA, but they never made it clear exactly what they did. And who gave a yahoo about scraps of dino DNA when there was groundbreaking stuff in medicine that was made very public? Thus, T817 and its predecessors were created in peace.

Hatching did not mean literal hatching from an egg. It simply meant removing a subject from the incubator. Given the unstable nature of most of the subjects, hatching was a fairly rare event. T817 was gently lifted from its incubator, and mewled loudly upon being hit with cold air. T817 had fur, nut not much, as it was only fur that managed to grow between scales.
"Today is a good day," announced the researcher holding T817, struggling to keep a grip on the feisty baby. "Please welcome T817, our first viable triceratops hybrid!"
There was a loud cheer, and T817 only cried harder, whipping the researcher in the face with her tail, which not only smarted, but left a green smear on his face.

T817 was a good girl, they said. Good girl! They took her out of her room sometimes for checkups, and she had to sit still for pokes and owies. But it didn't hurt for long. She was tough! Tough good girl!
When she was not being poked and owied, she was usually alone, allowed to sleep and eat. But the best days were when one of the big wolves came into her room with toys! They tossed her toys and let her play. They went scritch scritch on their clipboard thingies for some reason, but T817 was too busy playing to care! The toys were so good! Good toys for a good girl, yes!
But sometimes it was hard. Sometimes a grown up tried to make T817 do something hard like say a thing called a sentence. She could say words just fine, thank you very much!

The researcher sat down with their clipboard, with T817 curled up in front of them. "Good morning, T817," they began. "We're going to have a little talk today."
"Play? Play?" T817 chirruped, sitting up and wagging her tail.
"No, we are talking," the researcher corrected. "Say 'Hello' for me, please."
"Play!" T817 demanded, looking disappointed and mildly annoyed now. She stomped a heavy paw down.
"Say 'Hello.'"
"Hello," T817 grumbled. "Play now!"
The researcher frowned, scribbled something, then looked back to T817. "Say 'How are you doing?'"
T817 let out a small frustrated growl. "Hello? Hello? Play now! Play now!" She stood up to her full height now, which was fairly impressive for such a young pup. Her tail lashed and she stared down the researcher, tipping her horned face slightly toward them.
They panicked, and fumbled for a small white thing in their pocket. "Bad girl!" they yelped, using the white thing to make weird clicking noises. The clicking caught T817 off-guard, as did "Bad girl!" But T817 was a good girl, everyone said!
Just as T817 calmed down in sudden sadness and confusion, she found herself being lightly hit with the clipboard before the researcher sprinted for the door. She lay on the floor, not moving for a good while after the incident.
The researchers were a bit confused. She hadn't been hit nearly enough to do any damage (although they did scold the wolf who hit her).

Over several months they attempted to get T817 to talk in more than sentence fragments. Whether she was simply incapable or if she was consciously refusing to cooperate was anyone's guess. But as time went on, T817 got progressively more aggressive, and she started holding grudges against the researchers who tried to make her converse multiple times. They were running out of professionals.
So eventually they got desperate. They sent in a new intern that T817 had never seen before, equipped with instructions and a file to fill out.
The intern entered the room, a bit taken aback by the size of T817. She was informed that the hybrid was merely a pup, but she looked more like a teenager in size. This would be interesting.
"Good girl..." she murmured nonthreateningly as she made her way to her seat. T817 was already suspicious, seeing her visitor sitting in The Seat, and she attempted to slink away until the intern called. "Oh T817, can you come over here, please?"
T817 reluctantly turned and sprawled herself at the intern's feet, refusing eye contact and not reacting to being nudged with a foot. The intern let out a small sigh.
"Hi, T817. I'm your friend! We're just going to get to know each other, all right?"
Something in the intern's voice was...different, compared to everyone else who sat in The Seat. T817 slowly sat up, finally meeting the intern's eyes.
"Feeling better?" the intern asked, smiling a little.

The researchers were wowed by the intern's success with T817. Not once did she ever have to pull the dreaded Clicker to subdue the hybrid, and now when other researchers came in to leave food for her, T817 would demand that "Friend" would come in and play with her. The intern found herself getting rapidly promoted to a fully, paid researcher, and often got pats on the back. Her unofficial nickname around the lab was "T817's Friend," usually said amidst giggles from the other researchers.
She felt like the only one who took the nickname very seriously and straight to heart. She was the hybrid's best friend now.
Through their meetings, she would talk extensively with T817. As her success became more well-known, she was allowed to deviate from instructions and do whatever she wanted, as long as T817 kept progressing. She started bringing in books and toys for her, the same kinds that normal pups played with and read. T817 was a pup, after all.
T817 actually advanced really quickly. It seemed that she was far more advanced then she had been willing to let on with the others. She was actually hard-pressed to keep T817's appetite for learning satisfied. She started bringing in chapter books.
For some reason, T817 seemed especially enchanted by the mythology books.
Of course, she always asked how things were pronounced. "Greek names are silly," she once commented to her Friend.
Well, she seemed to think one was really pretty, for whatever reason.
Her Friend found herself giggling a little as T817 sat curled up with a book, repeatedly murmuring "Euroooooopaaaaaa. Europa!"
"You seem to like that name a lot, T817," she commented as she contained her giggles.
"Yeah!" the hybrid agreed, enthusiastically (and comically) nodding her large, horned head. "It's fun to say and....wasn't she really pretty? So pretty a cow wanted to kiiiiiss her, oooh!" T817 burst into a fit of giggles.
"Well, first of all, that cow was the god Zeus," her Friend gently corrected. "Second of all...yes, she was."
T817 paused for a moment. "Am I pretty like Europa?" she finally asked.
Her Friend felt a little something inside her gently break at that question. She hesitated a moment, composing herself, then looked her charge in the eyes.
"You are Europa."

Now when researchers came in to feed her, or when they did checkups on her, T817 demanded that they call her Europa for whatever reason.
When asked why, she would simply bellow, "I AM EUROPA!"

Europa's Friend was filling out paperwork one night when a fellow researcher approached her. One of her supervisors.
"I'd like to ask you some questions about some...concerning behaviors that have become apparent in Subject T817."
Ah. Of course it was about Europa.
"T817 has stopped responding to her designation, and she is beginning to act out badly during routine examinations. If this continues, we may be forced to take...measures ensuring that she does not become any more unsafe. Do you have any information on why T817 is misbehaving?"
Her Friend never even looked up from her papers when she deadpanned "I'm just as stumped as you are, sir."

Europa ran up to her Friend in excitement as soon as she stepped through the door. "Hi, Friend! Didja bring more cool stuff today? Oh...uh...why do you look so sad, Friend?"
Friend was looking very upset and she urgently bent down to whisper in Europa's ear. "This place is very bad for you, sweetie. I need to get you out so you can be safe and happy. Be quiet for me, okay, Europa? Good girl."
Friend opened the door and walked out, and Europa trailed after her, hardly daring to breathe. They were going on an adventure! This was just like one of her books...

Unfortunately, the joy of adventure was short-lived. Very short-lived.
Europa trotted eagerly behind her Friend until they got to the door. Friend cautiously opened it, releasing Europa outside. The hybrid let out a tiny whoop as she gingerly put a paw down in the grass, shivers running up her spine at the unfamiliar texture.
And then a loud bang rang out, and Europa whirled her head around in horror to see her Friend crumple in the grass with a yell.
"Run, Europa!" Friend croaked, eyes dull. "Run and never look back! You're free now..."
Europa so badly wanted to attack the security guard who did this...but as he approached and Friend went still, Europa reluctantly decided to obey her Friend's final request.
Europa made a break for it, running as fast as her bulky legs would carry her.
She heard cries of "SUBJECT T817 IS GETTING AWAY!" as she ran, tears welling in her eyes and messing up her vision.
She resisted looking back, and she managed to get away.
She was Europa, and she was free now.

WIP

[.The Bootless Box.]

i have like half a form done in drafts and i was hoping maybe an extension could be given?

[Sheori]

i have like half a form done in drafts and i was hoping maybe an extension could be given?

You have until tomorrow, I am judging all the Dino rpws then.

[.The Bootless Box.]

thank you that was perfect! Good luck everyone!

[.The Bootless Box.]

friendly bump ^^'

[Sheori]

After long debating with myself, I have finally chosen a winner! This form just really captured my attention and I liked the overall personality.

Honorable mention to Nutheart <3 your form was very nice and very hard to pick from the two. <3

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.The Bootless Box.
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Cera
I chose Cera because it ties in
to the Land Before Time, which
is one of my favorite movies to
this day.
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C - Ci Ci
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female
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she will be loved
maroon five
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Cera is almost the opposite of her movie counterpart, She is not head-strong or brazen. In fact, she's so insecure she lives alone, and feels very timid about strangers. She is much like a chubby vegetarian pet, except she dislikes being touched. She is not very intelligent for a rpw, while she is smart enough to know rejection and other emotions she is not the quickest to understand things and used to be picked on for it and her unique looks, so she is very insecure about it. She also can be very attached and clingy, she may not speak much but she is super caring and is in her zone whens she's healing other's injuries or sicknesses. She loves to travel and learn about these things ,which takes her a while , since she is a little slow, but she's pretty determined when she gets to it and just loves to collect healing herbs and learn. She has a weird almost spanish accent, which many find odd since she doesn't speak a lick of spanish, and she can be pretty awkward about that as well. Mostly she is a timid, awkward woman, but will jump to someone else's aide in a heartbeat and can be demanding and serious about it, almost callous.

She also does very well with children one of her few friends suggested she become a pediatrician but she said she is not good at dealing with protective parents or many kids at once. Honestly she doesn't want to stop going to see new places new sickness and new ways to heal.

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❥ childhood- "I don't remember my youngest years, but I remember the first place."
It was this street, and it was a small little marketplace in the midst of town, with an Orphanage at the end. I don't remember but a lady was seen putting me down on the steps and looking around as though she had something to do, and was in some kind of hurry. I came with a little emerald heart necklace and one outfit. I grew up in that orphanage with many kids who were twice as tough as me, and they had their reasons to pick on me, i know, but everytime it hurt. When I was pushed down one of the ladies took pity on me Moira and she would fix me up and let me sit with her as she fixed other kids boo-boos or cooked supper and taught me how to do many useful things. There wasn't a time when I didn't appreciate her or my meals. I didn't hardly ever have much so i adore my belongings and i can't say my past didn't teach me a lot. I was much a lot braver and more innocent, I've seen much death and life since and I believe I am wiser for it.

❥ teens- "i would curse them if i could...."
I found that i knew i had once had a home at the orphanage when I was adopted for the first time. These awful people, all they wanted was a slave. I was not to be seen or heard. Just an ornament. They had money but they were greedy, they didn't spend much on me. I lived through it for many years, folding their clothes, doing their dishes, listening to their every whim. They had 4 small children while i was there, I miss them so, they where the light in my days, my own. The four were four of 12, the older ones still living there were cruel or too afraid to be caught talking to me. I couldn't blame them I never spoke out of turn more than 5 times, the first on accident, the rest for my beloved kids. I was young but had already seen much cruelty in the world. The boy was born first, I named all four, the parents didn't care enough to, they had no desire to raise more. Danial, an odd spelling but it suit him. He was my little duck, born close to my arrival, and my only comfort the first two years. I raised him well, knowing work and rewarding with love and generosity. When his parents had the twins Polly and Petra, Polly dubbed Rooter from Danial, and Petrie for Petra, from both polly and petra. They were my little rays of sunshine, they were a little more spoiled as me and my duck loved them so, he was a good brother to them. As soon as little Siera was born Petrie called her spike and she fit the name always trouble that one. Danial's parents began to separate us, to teach him he was better than me by using a tutor to keep him busy. He wouldn't leave my side until they eventually forced me to leave, I remember the beatings I got for those times. I remember their wails, little Spike was so young. They cried and cried and they asked me to come back, I would've done anything to get them back. Anything, I missed them so much I began to send them all letters through another maid who raised some of their older children. I sent them things and eventually it must have stopped and they forgot. I still miss them. I went back to the orphanage and stayed till I could leave and went out on my own. They showed me life and heartbreak.

❥ adulthood- "I'm moving on.."
As I miss them I have become more solitary and do not wish for many strangers, as awful as those people were to me. They took from others for there own pleasure and I'm not sure I can handle much of that anymore. I am terribly scared of the unknown and I do love helping others, strangers even. I mostly like to see their family's faces or their determination. I pity those who are bitter to the world and wonder if they need someone to love them. I worked until I could go to college and I think i'll owe for a long time, I failed a lot but slowly learned a lot. Somehow I managed to get my own part of a practice and go places studying things and helping others, hoping maybe i'll have a family again, one that can't be taken away or won't dislike me because of how i look or my awkwardness.

(note; petrie, ducky, spike and rooter are from the land before time, in this it is not based around them just their names.)

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❥ Cera is a shorter rpw, she has rather large shoulders and is stocky and broad,
but also pretty chunky. She has her horns and they get in the way sometimes but
she doesn't usually mind. In anthro/human form she has long fuzzy/curly hair and
her horns are there depending on your style, anthro she usually has them. she has
a rounder face, set shoulders and chubby arms/thighs/calfs/tummy and hips. she
has a smaller chest so she's an odd build but beautiful in her own way. The only
feature she really loves is her large green emerald eyes, she likes her paint, but
loves her eyes and dark eyelashes. She actually has rather neat, little eyebrows
that she doesn't do much to.

[.The Bootless Box.]

thank you so much! could you addd me?
i just love cera and I wish all the contestants, and Sheo luck in any competitions they go for!