Exactly what the name says, doesn't have to be a pet can be anything that would work in housepets or any of its fanfic. If it would only work in a fanfic please state which kind. Please use the provided format which I will demonstrate.

Name: Luke arrio
Species: dog
Appearance: Luke's head is mostly blue with black spots in his ear and black stripes on his forehead and on the sides which all meat at the nose. The ones on the sides extend out onto 2 thin lengths of hair which go out 5 inches. Has red eyes.
His torso is mostly a very pail butterscotch with a silver spot on the center and black stripes on his shoulders and crotch.
His arms are mostly blue with black fur on his fist which slightly extend onto his lower arms in a point. He has silver spots on the back of his hands.
His thighs are blues while his lower legs are black with pink spots on the back of them.
His tail is blue
Personality: Luke is friendly to everyone, but he absolutely loathes bino and always insults him when he's near. Binos tried to send his goons to beat him up, but they are always found in his shed, knocked out and muttering something about blue balls of light in his fists and when they wake up they can't remember anything about the one-sided fight.
Whenever he's around king he acts like he knows some secret about him, but if he does he's not tell, and is actually very defensive of him. Loves Legos, transformers, power rangers, pokemon, and minecraft.




If you plan on using one of these characters in a fic please ask the creator and give them credit

this might be fun.

name: Eli

species: dog.

breed: Australian shepherd

age: 5

appearance: Eli is a light red merle with the typical spots of white and copper, Eli is of regular height and build with black eyes with a blue collar and tag. he has a scar on his arm and back that he doesn't speak about and keeps a silver locket on his collar.

personality: Eli is a good guy to hang around with (most of time) and is most often seen talking to Fido and Fox.but the others sense something about him that just doesn't add up like the scar on his arm and back, but the one thing everyone is dieing to know is what is inside that locket...(even tarot cant even find out!!!) the only bad part on Eli is his emotional issues, at times he will lash out in anger at Bino and the next minute run out of the room only to come back later and act like nothing has happened.

house: Nobody knows where he lives. he just walked in one day and decided to stay(although some say they see him enter and exit the forest.)

back story: It seems to the others that Eli was a abused pet that ran away.( which drew Fido and Fox to him in the first place.) What the others don't know is that Eli is haunted by his dark past and is consistently looking at his locket with a sad faraway look in his eye's.

relatives: he keeps referring to someone called Lilly.

Welcome to the forums, lasthunter!!! Visit the welcome thread to make new aquaitances!

As for my character:
Name: Doomsayer Dimarco (Real name: Martin Frederick Dimarco).
Species: Human (at least he looks the part, at any rate).
Gender: Male (DHave you ever heard of a woman named Martin Frederick?).
Age: 24 and something.
Appereance: This strange individual, although displaying dark brown hair, tanned white skin, light brown eyes and, on occasion, an odor that reminds people of the brown color, he is almost always seen on old, dirt-covered clothes, long old black boots and, most prominently, a silver painted helmet that is a replica of an 11th century crusader helmet. When asked where, how and why he aquired such a unusual piece of head protection, he tends to say he got it from a medieval antique shop as a gift for helping recover stolen merchandise, though he also sometimes claims he inherited it from his long line family of renassaince fair managers. He says he uses it all the time (except when working as newspaper delivery boy) because it makes him look "just like Bobba Fett!"
Home: On a precarious shack right outside the outskirts of babylon gardens, which he sometimes visit.
Personality: Extroverted, clownish, excentric and almost eternally blissful, this guy is always going from neighbourhood to neighbourhood yelling about the dangers of too many sunbaths, break dancing, and of the "soon to be day when pidgeons will desecrate all the statues carved by man, to give them the shape of giant toilets, so that they may perch confortably and read a newspaper while defiling them!" among other bizarre comments and predictions. He is so theatrical in his preaching, that not a single person is completely sure of wheter he is just trying to entretain people, or if he is trully outright delusional, or both! The sole reasons the police has not detained him is for his friendly and helpful demeanor towards the people (and also specially pets) that are in need of a favor or extra hand, his eternally nomadic nature and the fact that the local pets and animals tend to cause more average daily mischief.
Supersticious to the core, Dimarco is afraid of all things magical or related. Every times he sees Tarot and/or Sabrina, whose tendencies for magic are a secret to none, he runs away screaming things like "AAAAH! The pomeranian of perdition!" or "AAAAH! The coloured cat of calamity!"
He works every morning delivering newspapers while yelling "The news shall open your eyes!" or "Gaze upon the...uh... giraffe gazzette and be enlightened!" which, apparently, makes the newspaper companies he delivers newspapers for slightly more demanded.
He often goes to visit the mysterious man who speaks in limericks for tea and chatting. When confronted on the reason for spending time with him so often, Dimarco clams that "his rymhes are way too funny!"

Name: Puss
Species: Brushtail Possum
Gender: Male
Age: 35

Puss is on his third family now. And his third continent.

He was born in Australia, but caught (kidnapped, really) as an infant and smuggled to Paraguay as an "exotic pet" where his first owner named him, with great originality "Possum". Not "Zarigüeya", in Spanish, but "Possum". His buyer was an elderly woman who thought the English word exotic. He only lasted a year and a half with her, because she was looking for a surrogate child and was quite incapable of taking care of him and once he started talking and growing sharp teeth and long claws and a habit of climbing. She by turns locked him in the cellar and let him roam free, so it wasn't long before he was recognized as an illegal import, jailed, auctioned to pay his owner's fines, and sold to an American tourist.

The process of legally importing him into the United States turned out to be sufficiently arduous that his new "Dad" ended up sneaking him in disguised as a cat, and he ended up being registered with the hardly less original name of "Puss"... which was close enough to the one he was used to that the young creature was able to accept it.

He lived with his "Dad" for the next thirty years, traveling around the US with him on his sales route until the human, who was none too young when he adopted Puss, passed away in his sleep in a cheap motel leaving Puss a few hundred dollars in the bank and a suitcase full of costume jewelry on commission. Puss, now homeless and no longer feeling so young himself, ended up in an animal rescue shelter.

Puss is a bit of a salesman himself, with a tendency to slip into a staccato patter and try and sell you whatever knicknacks and trinkets he's picked up from ebay to supplement his lifestyle. He sports a long black and white striped tie for a collar, and affects a ratty straw boater with worn holes for his pointy little ears.

Name: Pinwheel
Species: Mole
Appearance: Chocolate brown coat, beady black eyes.
Personality: Prefers to stay above ground, unlike the other moles. Talkative, but suffers from foot-in-mouth disorder, often saying things that other pets might find to be stupid and/or offensive. Unowned, and he intends to keep it that way. Lives in a rusted-out old pickup a mile or so into the forest. Visits Babylon Gardens on rare occasions.

Also, he is known to brandish a gun at those who come too close to his home.
Where he got it, or if he knows how to use it, nobody knows.

Hmmmmmm. I was hoping for more replies. I suppose they'll come eventually. Also great characters guys. I especially like Martin. He reminds me of myself.




Yes I'm that crazy.

NAME: Nessie 'S44' Shore

SPECIES: Cat, female

APPEARANCE: Pure black fur with bluish reflexes, rare grey cold eyes. She is one of the first bio-engineered cats: A DNA implant makes her glow in the dark.
Her collar is very thin, made of black metal, with a tiny silver star. So yes, she looks naked

HISTORY: Nessie was created as part of a project to improve the use of rescue animals in dark places, allowing them to be more easily located by the victims and guide them without risking of losing the way. Unfortunately, for now that project is dead and Nessie is one of the few animals with this 'power' and sentenced to a domestic, nonprofessional life.

PERSONALITY: Nessie is quite sensible on her appearances. She feels disoriented that a nocturnal creature can't properly hide in the shadows -although, it must be noted, it takes several minutes in the absolute darkness to 'activate' her 'glowgenes'.
Nessie is quite abrasive at first, she has learnt not to trust the others after many humiliations for her characteristics. Despite that, she's not aggressive, she's just grumpy and cinical. But give her time, and she'll be more loyal than your faithful dog!
She is also quite obsessed with hygiene, and that adds to her reputation of 'snob'.

ABILITIES: Nessie is quite proficient in climbing with rope, spelunking and moving in dangerous environment, thanks to an intensive training for the 'Search & Rescue' program -before the funds were cut off, that is. She knows the basics in first aid and how to deal with claustrophobia victims.

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Mu duty and pleasure, kind fan o' mine

EDIT - Edited her appearance.

I once posted a "free OCs" thread before. Here is one of them.

Name: Penrose Smaltz

Species: Cat, Hemingway

Age: 16 human years

Symptom: Polydactyl, five fingers and four toes, ironic isn’t it?

Appearance: Base color is silver. Has black on back of ears with brown tips. Wavy black and brown lines down his side. A black tomoe-shaped marking on his left hand. Tail is a little shorter than normal. His silky medium-length coat, distinctive hair tuft, and visible eyelashes give him a feminine appearance. His five-fingered hands are considered just as normal as human hands. He has four digital pads on each sole of his feet. His eyes are a golden brown color. He wears an orange collar with red diamond markings and a bluebell-shaped tag. He has a circular gold earring on his right ear.

Personality: Flamboyant and carefree is what he is. He does know how to socialize in a noble society without any display of snobbishness. He is aware of his own disposition, and shows no restraint in his action but is capable of being boisterous.

Background: Not much to say, he was the fourth generations in his feline kinfolk owned by the semi-upper class family who owned a medium-sized automobile factory. While the oldest of the Smaltz children will inherit the fortune, the second child, a young woman, wished for a more humble life and was allowed permission to take Penrose and reside in Babylon Gardens.

Note:
-Know cooking and domestic housework, and also like to play sport mainly basketball
-Skilled at playing a Buffet-style bassoon. Usually play solo, but can join in a musical ensemble regardless of style
-Wears a gold bow over his collar in some occasion
-Hold a shoulder sling bag when he volunteers to hold important materials

Basically, he's the opposite of Grape.

"OC"?

I think he means original character. XD

I'm such a sucker for this character. I might consider investing time into drawing this character someday. :3

Name: Raspberry Sandwich
Age: 2 years
Species: Cat
Gender: Male
Appearance: Bright red fur with a white chest coat coming from the face down to his tummy. Green collar with a Raspberry on it.

BIO: Grape and Max's son. Smart, snarky, if naieve at times. loves to organize parties and hang out with everyone, dog or cat alike. Shares a thing for authority and likes to torment Max while buttering up to Grape. Also shares a thing for writing, but doesn't dabble with fiction whatsoever and rather write about people and news. Really doesn't get along with the mystical whims that goes along Babylon, but he does have an exception...

OK, well, if anyone wants to use "Puss", they're welcome to him. I had the Richmond Acres RP in mind when I thought him up.

Have another.

Name: Harry "Houdini" Andrews
Species: Ferret
Gender: Male
Age: 15 (equivalent to a human 30-ish)

He's rather burly for a ferret, having been used for testing steroids for his first decade of life. He's got a torn ear and two sets of tags: one that carries the name "Harry Andrews", and the other just a scratched blank where a number used to be.

Harry picked his own name after escaping from a research center in West Texas... three times. The first two tries he was recaptured but he learned from each attempt and finally got under the fence and out into the open prairie. He hung out with a couple of coyotes for a few months, trading his skills with locks and fences for a share of stolen chickens.

The whole big sky "Home on the Range" lifestyle wasn't Harry's thing, though, not to mention that he really didn't care for being a thief, so when a raid went bad and his short legs let him down when the swifter coyotes escaped he told Gerry Andrews, the owner of the Ranch, that he was a domesticated ferret kidnapped by those crooked coyotes and forced to use his weaselly skills for them against his will.

Gerry never told him that he knew he was a fugitive, but instead got him registered with new tags and now Harry lives with him, working on the ranch for his room and board and Internet access, styling himself a "security consultant" as he hikes the fence-lines looking for holes dug by prairie dogs, badgers, coyotes, and his wild black-footed cousins.

Name: Ikari (怒り, translates to "anger")
Species: Dog (Akita Inu breed)
Gender: Male
Personality: Ikari spends much of his time brooding over anything that he percieves as negative or detrimental to him. He lacks basic social skills, often blowing up for seemingly no reason in the middle of a conversation or threatening those who attempt to open up to him with physical harm. Was expelled from three training schools due to "raucous and dangerous behavior." Has no interest for making friends, for he believes that they will all turn their back on him one day. Rumored to have done "bad things" to his family.
Appearance: Typical of the Akita Inu breed- thick white coat, with a large gold "burn" on his back, like a piece of toast that had only one side cooked. Dark grey eyes. Takes pride in his particularly sharp teeth, using them as his most common method of "persuasion."

(This is a charecter for a fan-comic I am writing)

Name: Oliver

Species: Dog (Cocker Spaniel)

Apearance: He has pure black fur, green eyes and a black nose. He has a plump belly and an avaraged size tail for a cocker spaniel. He has a few tufts on his head, making a moheakan-like fur-style. He has grey coloured paw pads. (Sorry for the short description)

Personality: He is very friendly and playful. He has a problem, he seems to eat to much (Like Tiger) but that doesn't matter him to much. He likes to explore diferent places and meet new friends. He can be a bit flirty with girls. (Sorry for the short personality)

Name: Harold "Harry" Felix Arbelt the third

Species: Cat

Age: 10

Appearance: he has slightly blue fur, and has white furred front. he has pointed ears that are white inside and pink paw pads. he also has heterochromia, so one eye blue while the other is green. his design is similar to Marvin's. his collar is purple and has an H on it.

Personality: he is a bit shy and timid, but is very friendly and curious. he likes movies, mainly action and James Bond, and video games such as metal gear solid. he is a quick thinker and can sort out a problem in an instant.

Background: he was born in England (which is the reason he likes James Bond) but was taken in by the Arbelts at the age of 6 when his mother died. Marvin is his biological cousin. he is very good friends with Grape, Fox and Poncho. he gets along well with Marvin, Tiger and Zack and is currently the youngest out of the four.