Post by Fawkes on May 30, 2012 2:56:36 GMT -5
Vitals
The Heart
The Bygones
Roleplay Sample
Full Name: Number Nine One One. Also called Fawkes.
Gender: Male.
Age: Two years.
Species: Red Wolf.
Appearance:Number Nine One One displays characteristic of a typical Red Fox. The only atypical things about him are his startling bright blue eyes. His colors contrast clearly with one another. He has long ears that are each about three-quarters black; the rest being the same red the covers most of the rest of his body. There is a darkish, off-white color that touches his chin, upper lip, cheeks, neck, chest, and underbelly. There is also a black spot on Nine One One's upper lip that makes identification easier. Along his back, the colors of red and black seem to pepper in a pattern that is commonly seen amongst Grey Wolves. Nine One One also has black paws and ankles. His tail is the same dark red and black pepper pattern as his back.
The Heart
Personality:Determined , Fawkes has a hard time letting go of anything once he sets to mind to something. It is virtually impossible to get him to stop with whatever he's doing, especially if it's important to him personally.
Slow , Truthfully, Fawkes isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. It isn't that he's necessarily stupid. It's simply that he requires a different way of teaching than most in order to learn anything. He tends to get confused when someone is speaking to him, though he won't voice his confusion aloud. Fawkes also has no common sense.
Prideful , He will never admit he's wrong. He simply can't accept that he failed anything, and because of that, he has a hard time accepting his faults. Fawkes has a tendency to boast about his accomplishments, while completely ignoring anything he might have done wrong.
Arrogant , Along with being prideful, Fawkes is extremely cocky. While it's always good to be self-assured, Fawkes' arrogance can be over-bearing. There is always an air of confidence surround the fox; but not just simple confidence. It's an almost blatant "I'm better than you" attitude.
Competitive , Fawkes has to be number one. There is no ifs ands or buts about it. It's a nearly insane need for him to feel important, special. Even if the odds are stacked against him, Fawkes will always - always - try his damnedest to come out as the winner.
Kind , A heart of gold, this young canine has. He wants to help anyone in need, even if it means placing himself in peril. You could argue it's simply because he wants to be liked, but in all honesty, Fawkes just feels good when he helps others.
Eccentric , Quirky, upbeat, and a total individualist are what make Fawkes... Fawkes. He's quite odd, finding interest in things that others don't - for instance, Fawkes enjoys speaking with trees. He believes that talking to plants helps them grow and flourish, and Fawkes does love his greenery. He also believes that speaking with the plants and becoming their friend will help him hunt better, because his plant friends won't hide his prey.
Virtues and Skills:Independent, surprisingly skilled in battle, physically fast.
Faults and Weaknesses:Snarky, tends to get himself into too many fights, not physically strong.
The Bygones
Brief Bio:Fawkes was actually born in a lab, hence his number for a name. Though he was mostly treated with kindness, he was always alone for his entire life. He found himself growing lonely, craving the attention of others. Locked inside a sealed room, Fawkes had never set foot outside until roughly a year ago, when he was suddenly released into the wild. Hearing the humans speak of his kind - foxes - drove him to invent his own call-name. It wasn't until later that he found out he'd been spelling it wrong this entire time. Instead of trying to change it, however, Fawkes kept the unique name for himself.
Family Relations:Mother -- Number Three Five Five -- Whereabouts unknown.
Father -- Number Seven Eight Nine -- Whereabouts unknown.
Sister -- Number Nine One Zero -- Whereabouts unknown.
Sister -- Number Nine Zero Nine -- Whereabouts unknown.
Roleplay Sample
After being recently released from the lab, it had taken some time to get used to the sudden - for him - elevated oxygen levels. It had given him a headache, completely distorted his senses, and utterly, confused the hell out of him. It was by sheer miracle that he'd even survived. And some leftover garbage by humans that kept his belly full. A few weeks after his release, though, and the fox was back on his dark paws, continuing on with his life. The humans had always referred to him as Number Nine One One, but that was quite a mouthful. Besides that, who wanted a number as a name? It felt cold and heartless.
This led him to naming himself. He'd heard the name Fawkes a few times when the humans were referencing him, so he figured, since he was already so used to it, why not use it? It wasn't until later that he realized the spelling was all off, but hey, who cared? He was a street animal now, and street animals didn't need to know how to spell, right? Right. That's the way Fawkes looked at it, anyhow. And quite frankly, if anyone had a problem with it, well... They could just build a damn bridge and get the hell over it.
Speaking of bridges... what did they even look like? Fawkes's deep blue eyes had never seen a bridge before, though he'd heard before that they usually went over water or something. Large bodies of water. The very thought simply amazed him. Something to carry vehicles - huge, obnoxiously loud boxes with wheels - over large bodies of water? He had trouble imagining anything strong enough to carry the boxy vehicles. He heard that there were even larger vehicles than the ones that were abandoned on the streets. Now that was pretty damn difficult to imagine.
So, in order to prove to himself that it wasn't true - just because he couldn't prove it to whoever he'd heard it from, didn't mean that he couldn't mentally celebrate his win, right? - he'd decided to look for said monstrous vehicles. He remembered that they were only able to run along "tracks" - whatever those were. Steel things that had wooden things running across them, or something like that, if Fawkes could recall correctly. And he wasn't entirely sure if he was recalling correctly. He hadn't payed much attention, really. Then again, when did he pay attention?
He shook his head. That didn't matter now. Right now, he needed to prove that nothing larger than cars existed. He had to, if only to prove that he was right. Hey, he was allowed to be competitive, wasn't he? Yes, yes he was. With a nod of his head, the young fox continued his easy trot; his body was tall, proud, arrogance practically oozing from every pore in his body. That's just the way he was. His eyes focused ahead, his ears pricked forward, and his tail lazily hitting against his hocks. All the confidence in the world allowed him to carry on believing that trains didn't exist.
Which is why when he saw the tracks, he halted. Fawkes stared for several long seconds, his long narrow jaws parting slightly in his shock. Finally, he started to move again, though significantly slower. Staring at the tracks in awe, Fawkes nearly missed the figure in the side of his vision. But the strange smacking noises that were being made caused him to tear his eyes away from the sight of the train tracks to look at a white figure. She was about his height, but she seemed bulkier than him. Not fat, though. She didn't look fat to Fawkes. Well-fed, perhaps? Or unusually used to feeding herself, unlike himself. He was skinny, even for a fox.
Fawkes watched curiously for a few moments, wondering what she was doing as she seemed to bite at the air. Finally, after growing irritated with his own confusion, Fawkes huffed audibly and sat down. "What the hell are you doing?" He questioned her, his head tilting far to the left as he watched her, staring at her like she was crazy. For all he knew, she could have been.