Post by 'Vale on May 27, 2012 21:44:01 GMT -5
Vitals
Full Name: Keye Vie
Gender: Dog
Age: 4 Years
Species: Red Fox
Appearance: Keye is not very large. Nor is he very well-muscled, bulky, or any kind of a dog fox that you would imagine becoming involved in a fray or melee. Instead, Keye Vie is relatively small-framed for a male red, and may appear even fragile. His form is lithe and slender, yet handsome and well-proportioned. With fur as crimson as autumn florals, it is marked in places with spashes of white along the tip of his tail, ears, muzzle, and left foreleg - like a stocking. Almond eyes are slanted against the world, expressive with bright curiosity, and hiding a clever flash.
The Heart
Personality: Keye has a personality to fit his small form. Because size is not to his advantage, he must find other ways to adapt to a cruel and unforgiving wilderness. A sly, clever attitude has worked its way into his system, and though he is kind to allies, he can often be reserved, and when engaged, unforgiving with his words. It all forms a defense, a hard shell in advance against others. He can be sharp, and very blunt, however his intention is not to harm, but to protect himself.
Virtues and Skills: Remaining reserved, silent. Can remain stationary and unseen for long periods of time.
Faults and Weaknesses: His harsh, cold manner can often drive others away, even when he doesn't add bite to his bark. Not so much a social creature, but instead very withdrawn at times.
The Bygones
Brief Bio: Keye was born into a small Clan, made entirely of blood-related members of the Vie family. Therefore - his parents, the dominants, his sister, and his several brothers. His upbringing was ordinary, although the little family skulk believed safety came in secrecy, and that one is safest when one remained out of the way and did not reveal too much about one's self. This has always been the code of Keye's life, but even more so after his family was poached by northern hunters.
Family Relations: None
Roleplay Sample
Sharp wind. It came ripping along the face of the mountain, tearing around the jagged curves. Ripping, it tore whorls into Keye's thick fur, and made the little dog strain his lanky limbs to grasp the rock beneath him with his claws. Keye turned his face away from the winter wind, green eyes squinted tightly against the shards of ice crystals hurtling down from the heavens. Hail shattered on the cliff.
<b>"Blast it. Blast it all."</b> The snarl rose from his narrow chest, but was whirled away by the wind.
Keye lifted his head to look about the bleak landscape surrounding him, Food was what he sought, sustenance to last him this terrible blizzard. Keye hated his small size. He loathed it. He hated how others believed they could take advantage of it, how they thought him weak. Oh how wrong were they...but that was for later. Now, as he bounded down the pass towards Navaria, he squared his shoulders against the brutality of nature, and faced the world.
Full Name: Keye Vie
Gender: Dog
Age: 4 Years
Species: Red Fox
Appearance: Keye is not very large. Nor is he very well-muscled, bulky, or any kind of a dog fox that you would imagine becoming involved in a fray or melee. Instead, Keye Vie is relatively small-framed for a male red, and may appear even fragile. His form is lithe and slender, yet handsome and well-proportioned. With fur as crimson as autumn florals, it is marked in places with spashes of white along the tip of his tail, ears, muzzle, and left foreleg - like a stocking. Almond eyes are slanted against the world, expressive with bright curiosity, and hiding a clever flash.
The Heart
Personality: Keye has a personality to fit his small form. Because size is not to his advantage, he must find other ways to adapt to a cruel and unforgiving wilderness. A sly, clever attitude has worked its way into his system, and though he is kind to allies, he can often be reserved, and when engaged, unforgiving with his words. It all forms a defense, a hard shell in advance against others. He can be sharp, and very blunt, however his intention is not to harm, but to protect himself.
Virtues and Skills: Remaining reserved, silent. Can remain stationary and unseen for long periods of time.
Faults and Weaknesses: His harsh, cold manner can often drive others away, even when he doesn't add bite to his bark. Not so much a social creature, but instead very withdrawn at times.
The Bygones
Brief Bio: Keye was born into a small Clan, made entirely of blood-related members of the Vie family. Therefore - his parents, the dominants, his sister, and his several brothers. His upbringing was ordinary, although the little family skulk believed safety came in secrecy, and that one is safest when one remained out of the way and did not reveal too much about one's self. This has always been the code of Keye's life, but even more so after his family was poached by northern hunters.
Family Relations: None
Roleplay Sample
Sharp wind. It came ripping along the face of the mountain, tearing around the jagged curves. Ripping, it tore whorls into Keye's thick fur, and made the little dog strain his lanky limbs to grasp the rock beneath him with his claws. Keye turned his face away from the winter wind, green eyes squinted tightly against the shards of ice crystals hurtling down from the heavens. Hail shattered on the cliff.
<b>"Blast it. Blast it all."</b> The snarl rose from his narrow chest, but was whirled away by the wind.
Keye lifted his head to look about the bleak landscape surrounding him, Food was what he sought, sustenance to last him this terrible blizzard. Keye hated his small size. He loathed it. He hated how others believed they could take advantage of it, how they thought him weak. Oh how wrong were they...but that was for later. Now, as he bounded down the pass towards Navaria, he squared his shoulders against the brutality of nature, and faced the world.