Title: Animal Squad GO!
Cleo - December 31, 2008 04:16 AM (GMT)
Back story: The world of animals is an interesting place. Instead of human-like bickering, a small team of animals one day decided to come together to form a squadron of animals to protect... well, actually, they hadn't thought of that. Each member joined the group for separate reasons, but all hold the same values: truth, justice, and helping animal kind. The group operates in a large fortress/base in the gargantuan underground roots of a petrified tree. Unbeknownst to the new animal team, something dark will soon emerge... will the members be able to face it?
Sign up sheet:
Species of Animal:
Maturity Level: (Equivalent of Age)
Rank in the Group: Founder, Regular Member, Newbie?
Job: Each member has two jobs that relate to the group, from gardening to high-tech spying. Jobs can overlap with other members' jobs.
Cleo - December 31, 2008 07:27 PM (GMT)
Species of Animal: Albino Rat
Name/Nickname: Agent Paws
Maturity Level: Young Adult Rat
Description/Picture: Picture here, since it is too big.
Defining Marks: The tip of her tail missing.
Personality: Timid, shy, rather excitable. Basically, a mouse is rat form. She keeps her rat cunning, however, and is always willing to lend a helping hand. Hates cheese, but loves peanut butter... and lashes out at people who offer her cheese. Is oddly very afraid of humans and intimate attachments. Though she never shares her history, she seems to be a lab rat.
History: Classified. (Yeah, no one else try this cop out)
Rank in the Group: Founder
Job: Researcher/Technology Head
Paws busied herself cleaning the monitor room. After installing it, it go t dirty quickly. After all, the monitors weren't only used for spying, they were used for late-nite movies, the rat found out. She picked through the couch, the shelfs, and the floor, instantly regretting inviting her old rat friends to see "The Invincible Iron Rat" last night. Corn kernels were everywhere, and did she smell? Yes, some cheese was trapped between the couch's pillows. Yuck. She hurriedly cleaned it up, though... if anyone found out the rat had been partying instead of working, she'd be in trouble.
Maybe. After all, who came into the monitor room besides her? Or dared yell at the high-ranking rat. Ah, now she was just full of hubris. Paws clucked at herself for a moment, finally finishing up the cleanup. It looked good as... well, the old machinery left around and all the dust still around meant the room was still not quite clean. But it was cleaner than before. Paws wondered how she or her friends could stand the dust in the room... though it was Paw's own fault. Paws looked at her white fur, and saw it caked in grime. Alright, no more cleaning. Time to shower. Paws hurried out of the Monitor room and into the large general area.
Otterly Lost - December 31, 2008 08:41 PM (GMT)
Species of Animal: Southern River Otter
Name/Nickname: Agent Blue
Maturity Level: Adolescent
Description/Picture: Your average southern river otter, howe ver she is some what smaller than most.
Defining Marks: For whatever reason, she got in a vat of blue dye and now her fur is permanently that color. She can’t figure out why it never came out but she’s blue and that’s how she’s staying.
Personality: Perky and a bit on the ditzy side. She’s not really apt at anything but chatter and generally making a problem of herself. Messiness seems to be her job too. Her work area is cluttered with fish bones and old research.
History: Born on the Mississippi, Blue was raised lovingly with her littermate between two loving parents. She often clashed with her mother though and as soon as she could she left to join the Animal Squad.
Rank in the Group: Newbie
Job: Fields Agent/Research Gatherer
When the rat would enter the large area, she’d find Blue laying upside down, her hind end leaned against the wall and her head resting on the ground. Her ruffled blue fur splayed out on the ground and between her paws, a half eaten fish hung. The head had been chewed off and what was left of the body was stuck between the otter’s jaws.
Blue made a noise that suspiciously sounded like a “HI!” being spoken around a full mouth. The thick, rudder like tail wagged, hanging down over Agent Blue’s head. Suddenly she was rolling over and the fish was gone, replaced by a grin.
”How was the cleaning, Agent Paws?”
((*really has sat like that on a couch*))
Destiny - December 31, 2008 11:05 PM (GMT)
Species of Animal: Chameleon
Name/Nickname: Agent Shade
Maturity Level: Very Old
Description/Picture: the Chameleon is Green with Giant yellow eyes, and bushy white eyebrows as well as a short scruffy white bit of a beared under its mouth. Shade can appear in many colors or even seem to fade into Nothingness. His skin is loose and his body isn't as strong as it once was.
Defining Marks: Facial hair on a lizard.
Personality: Shade is lazy, and grumpy, but he is also a master of stealth and a bit of a prankster in his old age. he likes to tease the other members but when its time to do his job he really buckles down and puts on his old veterans face. Doesn't like authority very much but when the jobs FEELS important he runs at the adventure. The trick is definately getting Shades excitement up for work ... over exagerations work fine 95% of the time.
History: he has been spying on things since before the begining of the animal squad, he saw the oppertunity for adventure and has been with the Animal Squad since the very day it was founded ... as he was spying on the procession and decided to join in the oath. One of the oldest members he doesn't take any old mission but Paws has this way of speaking that always catches his interest in a mission ... He treats the people around him like children and likes to sneak up behind people and spook them.
Rank in the Group: Veteran Member
Shade hung from the roof by his tail his yellow eyes stared down towards Blue as he sighed yawning sleepily. he'd spin around on his tail as he dangled and land on his hid legs on the floor. Pacing towards Pawz and grumbling as he looked at pawz with sleepy eyes, Opening his mouth he stared a moment looking at pawz with an odd amount of Queerness about his tired old eyes. he simply stared with his mouth slightly opened, giving pawz a queer feeling about her like she had done something wrong, making others feel awkkward was one of Shades pleasures as an Old Lizard. He laughed and then slumped down.
Zander Steele - January 1, 2009 12:55 AM (GMT)
Species of Animal: Black Spiny-tailed Iguana
Name/Nickname: Agent Giz
Maturity Level: Mid-Adult (in his prime)
Description/Picture: Here, but he is extremely long and stronger than a regular adult of his age. Here is a more approximate size.
Defining Marks: Tip of tail is completely black. the frill on his back and tail extends more on his head, making a sort of mohawk since he has no actial hair. Tail is more flexible then a normal iguana's tail.
Personality: Even-tempered until someone he likes is threatened. He is friendly and cheerful, if not a little more quiet than he probably needs to be. He is simply content to watch people enjoy themselves while offerign friendly advice to those who need it. He does have a bit of a temper when tested, but otherwise he can be a tactician and an inventor when in the right mindset. He is very open to conversation so long as the people talking to him don't mind to-the-point responses that might sting a little.
History: He was a natural tinkerer and mechanic, but gradually taught himself to cook after his family disappeared for reasons he doesn't tell anyone. HAvign nothing else to do, he joined the squad just before adulthood and continues to work on his skills and help out those he eventually came to trust. His only purpose for doing the things he does are to have something to do.
Rank in the Group: Older member (not quite vetran)
Job: Tech specialist/mechanic, and a pretty good cook too.
From the kitchen ajoining the room everyone was in was Giz, hurredly working away at some device or another as hsi mind turned clockwise on ideas for gizmos to help them do their jobs. Checking the last wire, he placed the box-like hting down ans slid into the room with the others, "Anyone hungry?"
Expecting someone to announce some type of food they might want to eat, he turned right into a kitchen and opened the fridge to see what they had.
Cleo - January 1, 2009 02:23 AM (GMT)
Paws was quick to smile at the blue otter. Even though they had slightly differing views of life, she enjoyed having the otter around. Paws looked quickly at the fiish, both hungrily and disgusted before it disappeared.
"The cleaning was go- oh dear, was I that loud. Sorry." Paws was about to turn when Shade had appeared.. and given her a rather odd feeling. To be honest, even though he was a long-standing member, some of his ways puzzled or even frightened Paws... or maybe that was his facial hair. Still she was glad to have him on the team, even with her odd feelings. Paws nodded at the slumping old lizard. "Good to see you, Agent Shade."
Then out of the kitchen came another member Paws was happy to see. Paws respected his technologically-based ideas as well as his cooking. "Agent Giz, could you cook me up something simple like," Paws drooled, then blushed and wiped the drool from her mouth. "Something like peanut-butter dipped crackers? YOu're th eonly person who can cook them right"
Paws slinked to the couch and sat tdown. Maybe no missions was making her a bit too lazy.
Otterly Lost - January 1, 2009 02:48 AM (GMT)
Blue sat up and thumped her tail, green eyes excited and smile stretching her face. Her short attention span briefly made her forget Paws words. She quickly scrambled up, leaving behind her half eaten fish. "Agent Giz! I wanna help! Can I help?"
She skidded to a hault before the kitchen door, finally seeming to remember Paws's words. Turning her head back to the rat, practically shaking with energy. She'd become a bit high strung during the mission drop, her high energy making staying cooped up in the tree roots rather uncomfortable.
"No,"she said,"You weren't that loud. I just know how you spend your mornings." She stuck her tongue out and winked before scrabbling into the kitchen, knocking a dirty pot off the counter. She flushed under her blue fur and quickly tried to pick it up.
Koenjinn - January 1, 2009 09:02 AM (GMT)
Species of Animal: Malayan Tapir
Name/Nickname: Agent LT
Maturity Level: Teenager
Description/Picture: Click me!
Defining Marks: Has the map of the world and a heart-shaped symbol on her back.
Personality: A ditzy little thing, she always dashes around and generally gets in everyone's way. She loves making friends, and harming them emotionally along the side. LT is definitely a weird one, and generally gets all touchy when someone prompts her about her name or her strange patch on her back. She takes her job pretty seriously; she will
stalk someone she suspects is in heat and doesn't want to admit it. LT goes to great lengths to spread (and make, wrong as it might sound) love in the whole world, which she believes will then, make the ideal world. Oh, and it seems that nothing gets through her thick skull, and she loves eating.
History: LT seems reluctant to go beyond the fact that she was born to parents who were living near a zoo, and was shortly abandoned because the zoo-people shot down her parents with tranquillizers. Apparently they were chargin' their lazers -
- but somehow she met Agent Paws, didn't get married or have kids. They established their first base in a similar underground hiding, but the problem was that LT didn't fit into it. Too bad for her. In an angry fit, they moved the base to somewhere larger and more spacious where her large, full of tapir-related awesome torso managed to squeeze down the hole.
Actually, that probably wasn't what happened either. LT just tells this version of the story to her fellow friends and Agents if they inquire. The truth...lies somewhere within her ditzy head and Paws' maniacal mind. Whether she admits it or not, LT has been here way before anyone else joined the Squad, and has stamped her mark all over the kitchens and...a strange room over in the back of the base?
Rank in the Group: Co-founder, surprisingly. She doesn't show it though.
Job: Tank, Geography Equipment, Love God, Sex Researcher (which means putting her fellow agents out of action when they're in heat)
Koenjinn - January 1, 2009 09:46 AM (GMT)
"Giz!" roared a familiar voice, as a large, black anthill moved into the kitchen, the heart-shaped symbol on her back not very apparent in the general darkness of the kitchen. "Who turned off the lights?" LT asked, turning to look rather accusingly at the new member, Blue, who was an otter. "Giz, om'let!" said the Malayan Tapir, stared ahead at the iguana.
Anyone who had seen her before would know what to do. LT had just woken, meaning she was hungry, and she'd head to the kitchen, overpower anyone who was in there with her mass and general PMS-state, before ordering food. The last cook wasn't that happy with her antics, and apparently escaped to Alaska with the salmon delivery. Or something. One could never believe LT's mouth.
Destiny - January 2, 2009 02:37 AM (GMT)
In the flurry of everyone running about asking for food it was the slightest distraction that had caused Shade to vanish from sight. A few moments later paws could feel a chill as Shades Tail touched her neck, he sat much like otter had been against the wall, not two moments ago, his feet up in the air he looked into Paws eyes. "Nothing interesting today..?" He said with a grumble he could tell by paws's Relaxed manner he wouldn't have any fun today.
"this is troublesome ... Maybe I should just go hunt myself some food..." He said sighing the old man not enjoying Giz's cooking at all, not to mention always fended for himself as he was not into relying on others for his basic survival needs.
Zander Steele - January 4, 2009 03:42 AM (GMT)
Giz nodded to Paws as he entered the kitchen area, and looked back as he heard the otter make her way around the corner and knocking a pot off the counter, "Be careful there, Blue" He said with a chuckle, "and of course you can help, as long as you wash your paws and calm down." He smiled and got to work with food, his tail acting as a third arm to grab things from the lower shelves and cabinets so he wouldn't have to bend down.
He heard the unmistakable sound of LT storming into the kitchen without turning around, and heard her order, "Comin right up"
He didn't worry about Agent Shade too much, knowing the chameleon's view of his cooking hobby. He didn't let it hamper his spirits though as he toiled away with the meals, "Get me the peanut butter, would ya Blue?"
Koenjinn - January 4, 2009 03:56 AM (GMT)
LT's face flushed slightly when Shade said something, but she didn't let it get in her stride. "Giz, I'm going back to b-b-bed," said the tapir, stifling a yawn as she lumbered out, "And good day to you, Blue, Shade and Paws." It wasn't long before she tumbled down on the nearest sofa, not even making it back to her room, fast asleep.
"I shouldn't...stay up r-r-reading any more..."
Cleo - January 10, 2009 10:00 PM (GMT)
Paws smiled kindly at the blue otter as she disappeared into the kitchen, before turning her attention to the odd feelign on her neck. With a squeak, Paws jumped and saw shade. Brooding inwardly,m she said, "No, no missions yet." She turned to agent Tapir and saluted... or would, if the Tapir didn't suddenly fall asleep. Now the mouse was upset - members leaving and not leaving, no missions, no actions.
"We need order... not that this isn't fun and all," Paws mumbled. Paws crawled up a ladder in the room and access the main computer to see if there were any missions... this was interesting. Paws decided to tell the group... once either more members showed up, or they finished their mourning routines.
Otterly Lost - January 10, 2009 11:32 PM (GMT)
Blue took a deep breath, trying to quell her inner energy before walking as calmly as possible to the cabinet. The whole way she was trembling with the effort to not hoop and hollar in excitement. Having anything to do on these dreary days was the epitome of awesome to the high strung otter. She grabbed the peanut butter and brought it to Giz before hopping to the sink.
Calm, calm, calm, cccccaaaallllm....
The inner mantra certainly helped as she washed her paws but she couldn't keep herself from bouncing in place. Her thick rudder tail wagged too and fro, luckily too short to really cause any damage yet. Her stomach gave a nervous twist at the water.
She'd never been an awesome swimmer despite her species. In fact, when she fell into the blue dye those months ago, she sure she was going to be a goner. What a way to die! Death by dye! She giggled at the pun before coming to attention at Giz's side.
"Anything else I can do?"
Zander Steele - May 16, 2009 01:09 AM (GMT)
I vote we continue without Destiny, because this thread is fun ^^
What say you?
Gachapon - May 16, 2009 02:31 AM (GMT)
Schmegkopf - May 17, 2009 11:34 AM (GMT)
Cleo - May 17, 2009 03:51 PM (GMT)
We could've continued anytime, it was just a matter of people actually posting.
Zander Steele - May 17, 2009 06:50 PM (GMT)
(Then I guess it's my fault, since it's technically my turn now ^^;)
Giz nodded again to Tapir when she had told him she was going to bed. Once he had seen that Blue had washed her hands and that she was watching, he peeked out of the kitchen and said, "Agent Tapir, what do you-" be she had already gone asleep. Shrugging, he decided to fix something normal then, and turned to Agent Blue.
"You can cook the omlet for Tapir if you want. Let's see, we'll need about three eggs, some milk, and some cheese to start off." Giz moved to the refridgerator and started taking out ingredients for Tapir's "om'let".
"Now, fish sticks. You want the frozen kind, or you want me to make some from scratch?" he asked the otter kindly. He really didn't mind, so it wasn't a big deal.
Cleo - June 2, 2009 01:35 AM (GMT)
"When you guys are done with breakfast, I'll inform everyone of the new mission," Paws announced over the loudspeaker system. "Be prepared... pack lunch. Maybe even a sleeping bag... and perhaps a few knives. Also, I don't think I'll be joining you on this mission. Sorry."
Paw sighed. It wasn't like she didn't want to help... it was just that this mission, in particular, would be too much for her. Double-checking to make sure no one was in the tech room, Paws went to the closet. She fished somehting out of a box - her old tag from her lab days. She sighed and looked at it, lost in thought.