It's actually kind of funny. I owned Safrell at one time.. and here I am applying for him (I do realize Safrell is currently a female, but back when I owned him, he was male; and I'd like to change him into a male again if I'm chosen to adopt him).

Once upon a time, my friend and current roommate, Misty, traded for Safrell on the boards. He was a female Grey Eyrie. She tried and tried to design her, but simply couldn't. Knowing I loved Eyries, she asked if I wanted to give it a shot. Grey had always been one of my favorite colors, so I of course jumped at the chance to own one.

I came up with a design, but one of my friends who I role-played with frequently (we no long speak) kept shooting down my idea. She hated the physical design and therefor would have nothing to do with him. This was back before Misty and I role-played together, so my idea kind of bombed seeing as my main source of role-play was criticizing Safrell's design so hard. Still, I hung on to him for months in hopes of making things work. In the end, I gave up on him and handed him back over to Misty.

Misty was able to successfully design Safrell as a female anthro character who went by "Elle", at that point. Unfortunately for her, our friend who had criticized my design of Safrell so hard also did the same for Misty. While she liked the physical design, she didn't like the fact that Safrell was hard to role-play with. Elle had become a complex character who could be very stubborn and mean at times.. she really wasn't that bad of a character, but our friend more or less refused to role-play with her due to the fact that work would actually be involved to become her friend. So poor Safrell was once again abandoned because the idea wouldn't work.

Misty held on to Elle for quite a long time, wanting to bring back her character or redesign her; but we both knew that in the end it would never work because our 3rd friend and main source of role-play wanted nothing to do with her. That's when Misty made the decision to trade her away for a pet she'd be able to keep and use more frequently.

So, you can see that I find it rather funny that Safrell is up for adoption. I'd love to try with him again, seeing as I no longer role-play with the super picky friend. Misty and I have become very strong role-play partners as well as friends (we moved in together back in September). We role-play everything from anthro to quad and have many stories and plots together. One such plot is between 4 friends, which is what I'd like to include Safrell in. I'm certain he'll actually get used this time and will fit in perfectly with his new color!

As I mentioned above, my friends and I have a plot going that Safrell would fit perfectly into. So far, I'm the only one who doesn't have a pet for the plot. The plot is between four of us: Myself, my roommate, one of my friends, and my sister. Misty (The roommate), is the one who came up with it, and we've all grown rather addicted to it. Well... everyone else has, anyway. I've yet to really join in because I didn't have any characters who would fit.

Which is where Safrell comes in. The plot is based in the future, in an era where warfare has more or less engulfed the land. Large corporations are out for blood and they're doing everything they can to win against one another; even if it means putting citizens at stake.

The plot basis is very broad, so we've included a little bit of everything. Futuristic robots and machinery, zombie-like plagues, mutated experiments, etc.

Ren, my friend, owns Ten, a darigan Chomby. He's on the "bad" side of things, starting off as an enemy who eventually bands up with our group of "good guys". The "good guys" are more or less roaming the land trying to help those displaced by the constant war and attacks.

Misty owns quite a few pets for the plot. She has Scarlet, a kougra who is the leader of the "good guy" group, as well as some other characters in that group. She's also trading for a robot Eyrie of her own because she wanted a robotic pet that could roleplay with my sister's pet, Kiba.

Kiba is a robotic shoyru that my sister, Ferret, owns. It's her one contribution to the plot. Kiba is a full on robot, created by DataTech corporation for the specific use of information retrieval and storage. I'll talk about Kiba a little bit later since I'm tying Safrell in with her through the corporation who created both of them. :)

But it all sounds very interesting to me, and hopefully to you, too. I've been dying to join in, since Ren comes over to spend weekends at the apartment and I'm so far the only one left out of the fun plotting that goes on during our "girls' weekends". I know that Safrell will get plotted and role-played with a ton with this story going between everyone. There are lots of opportunities for role-play!

So I've made mention of DataTech Corp., the company that brought Safrell to life. Here, I'll explain a little more about them and some of their more famous robotics (Mainly Safrell and Kiba)

DataTech was a company built upon the research and discovery of new robotic advances designed to help the human race. The corporation grew in size very quickly after the launch of their "companion" robots went out in their first big year of business. They had many branches, each one working on a specific area of research driven to further their knowledge on robotics and artificial intelligence.

The Kinetic Intelligence Bearing Apparatus, or 'Kiba', was one such project: a highly advanced form of artificial intelligence that learns from the world around it. She was derived from an early experiment and was in her 11th stage before the company came crashing to a halt. The robotic Shoyru is able to understand emotions and thought processes due to her facial recognition features, as well as her plethora of algorithms meant to help mimic the natural thought process of humans. Due to her creation and research, other models of robots were mass produced in the DataTech labs.

The Standard Apparatus For Reconstructing Expansive Labored Life was yet another of the experiments that DataTech Incorporated attempted. While called a success, the Safrell experiment was not nearly as mass produced as the KibaXI models were.

Safell was still in its early stages. The corporation had long mastered the art of creating artificial intelligence and wanted to move on to its next big operation; mending the living with the artificial. It had been done for years, inserting tiny pieces of machine into the living to help boost their potential to survive via pacemaker or artificial limb, but DataTech wanted to take it a step forward. Forget the small fixes. They wanted to find a way to mend the truly broken. No more limbs or single organs; DataTech wanted to save lives via full-body robotics.

They started with volunteers, who they found to be scarce, eventually moving on to convince the government that convicts should be used in scientific testing. Many of the tests proved fatal, but every death brought a wealth of knowledge on what went wrong and what needed to change for the plan to become a success story.

Eventually, the corporation was doing things right. Rebuilding bodies that responded to brain waves just as a biological form would. Your brain says to wave your left hand, you wave your left hand. Your brain says to wave your right hand and the artificial intelligence unit wired to what's left of the core gray matter in your skull gives the orders to the mechanical hand now replacing what you lost in the accident.

It was hard to believe that the scientists which began with pure robotics had managed to create such a thing... artificial limbs that responded in the same manner that real limbs would; but it had only been a matter of time before science merged with nature.

However, the project was never very popular beyond DataTech's walls. The government soon decided that the operation could potentially produce some form of biological warfare and declined to continue funding the unit, as well as cut off their supply of convicts that had been used in testing. DataTech quickly combated this by finding their own test subjects; dragging in helpless victims of freak accidents before paramedics or police could arrive on-scene. Surely no one would be upset so long as the victim survived, yes?

This is how Safrell came into existence. Named after the experiment that started everything, the eyrie grew to become the only one left of the project by pure fate.

Accidents happen.. and in Safrell's case, plagues, too.

Safrell started his life as a young male named Itteric; though his new form would never let him remember the deeply embedded information. He'd been born to a small town, or 'mill' as they called it, set back deeply into the timeset of the medieval periods. While the other places outside the mountainous basin they called home had grown and evolved over the years, the Solemune Mill had stayed relatively the same for centuries due to their lack of communication with the outside world. The town was quiet and peaceful, everyone falling into their own social ranks.

Itteric and his brother Voticus had been born as commoners, but had somehow found a position amongst the Guards of the town. It was a position they were proud of, suiting up in their armor daily as they roamed the town to make sure it was well protected against any threat, be it from the outside world or someone amongst their own.

The two were nearly inseparable, save for the one distraction that caught Voticus' attention a good majority of the time; a female by the name of Alisanah.

Alisanah was born to royalty; the daughter of a very wealthy man whose only intention was to make more money and succeed further in his wealth. His daughter was nearing the age where she would be married off, yet she wanted no part in it. Her father was quite stubborn in his ways however, and arranged for another royal family to come in to meet her in hopes the two families could merge via her wedding to their son.

It was something which distracted Voticus greatly, as he'd fallen for the female long before. However, his low rank as a guard made it impossible to be with her. Which is why he employed the help of his brother in hopes of sneaking out of the Mill with his beloved Alisanah.

A plague had been cast upon a neighboring town and many of the Guards were being shipped out to help in good faith that they may find allies by doing so. Voticus was assigned to go out with one of the troupes, but he convinced Itteric to do so for him. By sending Itteric out, it not only gave him a person on the outside of the Mill to work with, but also an alias; since no one would expect Voticus to still be in the Mill.

His plan was simple. Infiltrate the royal family home and alert Alisanah of his plan, and then help her escape the Mill. Once outside the town's limits, Itteric would take care of her until Voticus could meet up with them. If Itteric could manage some time with the troupe as well, it would only further his alias. By the time anyone figured out what happened, the two brothers and the female would be fugitives a long, long ways from their original home.

However, things did not go according to plan. Itteric made his way out of the Mill as planned, breaking off from the troupe to wait for his brother's signal to retrieve Alisanah; but the two of them never showed. Something had happened and Itteric would never find out what, as the same plague which had attacked the neighboring town devoured their own as well.

It swept through like a virus, attacking everything that stood in its way. You needn't touch anything in particular to contract it; nearly breathing near the infected air was enough to become infected, yourself. Painful as it was deadly, the unknown disease grabbed citizen after citizen as its victim.

Itteric fell prey to the plague as it traveled, airborn, between the cities. He'd kept his post just outside the walls for days, waiting in vain for his brother to either complete his part of the mission or give him a heads up that the plan had been called off. Meanwhile, his Mill had become a breeding ground for the plague and with the intoxicating effects making it hard to navigate, the Eyrie eventually collapsed on the road-side, waiting for death to find its grip.

But reanimation came before death.

DataTech had done a routine sweep of the area. The virus they were working on had been a success and they were now seeking out any survivors. The corporation had not yet come up with an antidote for the malicious viral attack they'd created, yet they knew how to avoid contraction. Survivors of the attack would be the perfect subjects for study in the production of antidotes. They would also prove useful in the reanimation wing.

Itteric was one such subject, his body laid to rest in one of the many testing rooms, strapped down and rigged up to machines that would keep him alive until scientists could either find an antidote or find a use for him in one of their many other experiments.

The Eyrie was kept in a coma, his body rotting away around him. He'd already grown weak from his days of traveling outside the boarders of his city, his life sucked away by the virus that had infected him. Now, he was useless on his own. Far to weak to be revived normally; perhaps too weak for reconstruction as well; though it were his best option.

The team decided to go for it, using the technologies they'd been perfecting to bring Itteric back to life. The parts of his body lost to infection and necropsy were reconstructed using artificial materials, each limb wired into his brain so it could react on par with the rest of his still biological form. Unfortunately, by the end of it, not much was left of him aside from the fractions of his brain that allowed for basic thought process, commands, the development of short-term memories, and emotions.

Itteric lost everything that had made him -him- over the years... the memory of the Mill, of his brother.. his placement in the Guard, and his name. It was all lost to him. He awoke with a slight recollection of events involving his creation as a mostly mechanical being, and knew nothing else. Confused and disoriented, Datatech dubbed the working model of their newest line of cybernetic beings "Safrell VIII".

The government was none too happy when they found out that DataTech was still involved in reanimation. Perhaps it was they who enlisted the help of yet another largely known corporation to take DataTech out.

Perhaps it wasn't the government at all, but the other company, alone, who simply wanted to kill off its competition in hopes of monopolizing.

It's hard to say exactly what source did DataTech in. The damage that was inflicted, however, was definitely their downfall.

It was the summer of this past year when DataTech took it's first big hit. Viruses crashed their computers, scrambling data and erasing programs and years of notes. While devastating, the company recovered, thanks to their fleet of robotic counterparts made specifically for information retrieval and storage. The second round of malicious viral warfare would be none too easy to recover from, however.

Months later, another virus swept in, hitting one of the DataTech laboratories. It spread like a vicious disease, killing off hard drives and back-ups as well as infecting the artificial intelligence developed in that particular lab. Soon afterward, gun men were sweeping in to take out the scientists and engineers that worked there. Those would couldn't be taken out with a bullet would eventually fall prey to the viruses meant to scramble and incapacitate all the computer-driven life.

KibaXI was a lucky survivor to the attack. Her highly developed sensors were made to help her accurately predict what maneuvers were necessary in order to survive. She avoided all contact with the main frame computer hardware and took it upon herself to 'euthanize' all the other robotics she came across, to keep the virus from potential spread. She lived at the lab for months, watching as the scientists who built her withered away without the ability to gather food or heal from their sustained injuries. Soon enough, she was alone, living in the abandoned lab that had once been her home.

Safrell did not consider himself nearly so lucky. The lab where he'd been reconstructed fell to a similar fate, yet Safrell himself found safety from both gunfire and virus. Due to the fact his brain was not completely robotic, he seemed to have immunity to the virus that destroyed all the other computers. The attackers, however, didn't know this. He was left to die via virus, as there wasn't enough left of his body to kill him by gunfire.

Which is why when everything came crashing to a halt, the scientists dying around him and the other robotics slowly falling into hardware failure, Safrell ran.

And when we're done with that, we can put all the technical jibber jabber right here! ^^