Post by nevermore on Jun 15, 2007 23:08:42 GMT -5
Character'ster’s name:[/b] Britches
Age: 2 summers
Breed: Red Fox (Well, his father was a Silver Fox, but that's only a separate breed in England)
Gender: He's alittley guy! -pokes fox-
Alliance: He'sdefinitelyy a Light...not one for the cold. Too kind-hearted to be dark.
Desired Rank: He'd be well-qualified as a spy, or a messenger, but he'd also do well as a soldier...he'd make a good secretary or a yes-man, so whatever that qualifies him for
Personality: He's charismatic, optimistic, and rather innocent. There's absolutely nothing in his skull, so he's most often happy-but he's extremely emotional and very moody, and doesn't like injustice very much.
Appearance: A slender, fairly small red fox. His fur is a soft pastel red-orange, with an ivory cream as the underfur and slate black for the accents; his back half is black-furred-hence the name Britches.
History: Born in the lower north, in a litter of seven. With no food, it was hard to feed all his brothers and sisters-so in the end it was only him and two sisters who made it...his sisters went farther north, and he traveled to warmer climates down south. A coyote told him that he "looked like he was wearin' black britches", so he used it as his name-now, he seeks experience and adventure, being very young and good-hearted.
Picture:
IC: The sun hung low in the western half of the sky, seemingly bluffing a sunset. The grass swayed in unison brown waves as a prairie breeze picked up, sending what few trees gathered on the fringes of the open valley swooning south. Those northern winds always blew from the high mountains, but weren't cold by the time they got all the way down to the south end of the world.
Among the grass was scattered wildflowers. The daintiest and prettiest were the small, petite lavender blossoms-pretty little things on long soft stems. A black nose sniffed it and nudged it, innocently inspecting it-then...chomp. The flower was gone.
Chewing on the dainty little flower, a measly red fox pranced in and out of the grass, springing over the tall wild wheat like a lippizanner in motion. He had to, if he wanted to see over it. He was small even for a young fox, just barely grown, and couldn't really make it on his own quite yet.
The pedals of the flower had been delicious, but once he'd reached the center, it was bitter; He scraped his tongue on his teeth to rid a tiny mouth of horrible taste.
As the wind died down, the young kitsune let out a small bark-voicing his existence to the big wide world. He was feeling puny and alone-which kinda ruined the entire trip. He'd come all the way from the snowy northern tundra to find companions and adventure-now, he was sitting in a field, all alone, eating flowers. Not that eating flowers wasn't great-but they tasted bad in the center.
The creamy colored kit stretched, that same tongue still covered in little torn bits of lavender sticking far out of his mouth. He ruffled the fluffy off-white fur covering his chest and continued to trot through the grass, nosing it out of his way and bouncing over the top every once in a while to make sure he was still sort of going south.
{I'm having writer's block, forgive me...}
Age: 2 summers
Breed: Red Fox (Well, his father was a Silver Fox, but that's only a separate breed in England)
Gender: He's alittley guy! -pokes fox-
Alliance: He'sdefinitelyy a Light...not one for the cold. Too kind-hearted to be dark.
Desired Rank: He'd be well-qualified as a spy, or a messenger, but he'd also do well as a soldier...he'd make a good secretary or a yes-man, so whatever that qualifies him for
Personality: He's charismatic, optimistic, and rather innocent. There's absolutely nothing in his skull, so he's most often happy-but he's extremely emotional and very moody, and doesn't like injustice very much.
Appearance: A slender, fairly small red fox. His fur is a soft pastel red-orange, with an ivory cream as the underfur and slate black for the accents; his back half is black-furred-hence the name Britches.
History: Born in the lower north, in a litter of seven. With no food, it was hard to feed all his brothers and sisters-so in the end it was only him and two sisters who made it...his sisters went farther north, and he traveled to warmer climates down south. A coyote told him that he "looked like he was wearin' black britches", so he used it as his name-now, he seeks experience and adventure, being very young and good-hearted.
Picture:
IC: The sun hung low in the western half of the sky, seemingly bluffing a sunset. The grass swayed in unison brown waves as a prairie breeze picked up, sending what few trees gathered on the fringes of the open valley swooning south. Those northern winds always blew from the high mountains, but weren't cold by the time they got all the way down to the south end of the world.
Among the grass was scattered wildflowers. The daintiest and prettiest were the small, petite lavender blossoms-pretty little things on long soft stems. A black nose sniffed it and nudged it, innocently inspecting it-then...chomp. The flower was gone.
Chewing on the dainty little flower, a measly red fox pranced in and out of the grass, springing over the tall wild wheat like a lippizanner in motion. He had to, if he wanted to see over it. He was small even for a young fox, just barely grown, and couldn't really make it on his own quite yet.
The pedals of the flower had been delicious, but once he'd reached the center, it was bitter; He scraped his tongue on his teeth to rid a tiny mouth of horrible taste.
As the wind died down, the young kitsune let out a small bark-voicing his existence to the big wide world. He was feeling puny and alone-which kinda ruined the entire trip. He'd come all the way from the snowy northern tundra to find companions and adventure-now, he was sitting in a field, all alone, eating flowers. Not that eating flowers wasn't great-but they tasted bad in the center.
The creamy colored kit stretched, that same tongue still covered in little torn bits of lavender sticking far out of his mouth. He ruffled the fluffy off-white fur covering his chest and continued to trot through the grass, nosing it out of his way and bouncing over the top every once in a while to make sure he was still sort of going south.
{I'm having writer's block, forgive me...}