Post by Concerto on May 25, 2012 18:47:42 GMT -5
Vitals
Full Name: Concerto Plays
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years
Species: Red Fox
Appearance: Concerto is a thin, willowy fox, a build that accurately betrays his almost nonexistent strength. He has no scars on his body, the result of being overly cautious, and he keeps his deep red coat as clean as possible. When he moves, he prefers to stick by the shadows, slinking along out of the way of others to avoid any form of confrontation.
Ever observant, Concerto watches the world through yellow eyes. He makes it his specialty to never miss anything important, and to always be where the action is, although never actually being part of the event. He keeps his ears perked for scraps of gossip, but otherwise behaves as though disinterested.
Lastly, Concerto's voice is the audio equivalent of black silk, smooth and fluid. While in a good mood, his voice is light and playful. However, when angered, his voice lowers, becoming a dark echo of his emotion.
The Heart
Personality: Concerto's quick, observant ways make him a valuable friend and a dangerous enemy. Although he cannot fight physically, he can find ways to damage another fox's reputation, which is almost as bad.
Although outwardly friendly, Concerto tends to prefer to keep to himself. He generally only mixes with other foxes to deal out information and stir up trouble, something he delights in. He isn't afraid to talk bad about another fox behind their back, if he thinks it will be to his benefit. He will spill every dirty secret he can find about his adversary, even making things up that will support some of the sketchier things he says.
For those he is close to, however (and of those there are few), he is a kind, gentle person. He wouldn't quite die for a friend, but he would certainly stand by them through most trials. This strange opposite side to his personality leads some to believe that there are two different foxes by the name Concerto, or that he suffers from Multiple Personality Disorder. Neither of these things are true
Virtues and Skills:
Quick- When it's time to run, he doesn't think twice, disappearing as fast as he can.
Observant- Very little slips by him
Manipulative- If it suits his goals
Faults and Weaknesses:
Untrustworthy- He can turn on another at any second, and all of their secrets will instantly become weapons against them
Weak- He wasn't built for fighting
Cowardly- He's more likely to run than take a stand, a result of his weakness
The Bygones
Brief Bio: Although he never knew his parents, Concerto grew up hearing plenty about them. His twin elder brothers told him all kinds of stories about how adventurous and kind their parents were, and how they were very important. In truth, both of his parents had been wandering performers, constantly begging for food and shelter. The twins had grown up being constantly mistreated. If there was only enough food for three of them, their father would make them fight over the last scraps. They sang beautifully (something Concerto later picked up), but also with great fear and sadness.
Concerto's birth was what killed his mother, and his father disappeared soon after, leaving the twins to care for their young brother. They taught him to sing, and traveled around as their parents had. Although it wasn't known to him until he was older, the twins were seeking out their father to get their revenge. When at last he was told of their ultimate mission, Concerto began to hone his skills as an information gatherer, always listening for anything that might clue them in to where his father may have gone. His ability to blackmail came out of this observant nature.
Eventually, Concerto tired of the constant revenge quest. Never having known his father, he had no personal grudge against him, aside from what his brothers gave to him. He left the trio in search of his own path, using his skills where ever he thought they would be necessary.
Family Relations: Two Siblings (Symphony and Sonata)
Roleplay Sample (This is from one of my characters on a different site. Is that okay?)
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Full Name: Concerto Plays
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years
Species: Red Fox
Appearance: Concerto is a thin, willowy fox, a build that accurately betrays his almost nonexistent strength. He has no scars on his body, the result of being overly cautious, and he keeps his deep red coat as clean as possible. When he moves, he prefers to stick by the shadows, slinking along out of the way of others to avoid any form of confrontation.
Ever observant, Concerto watches the world through yellow eyes. He makes it his specialty to never miss anything important, and to always be where the action is, although never actually being part of the event. He keeps his ears perked for scraps of gossip, but otherwise behaves as though disinterested.
Lastly, Concerto's voice is the audio equivalent of black silk, smooth and fluid. While in a good mood, his voice is light and playful. However, when angered, his voice lowers, becoming a dark echo of his emotion.
The Heart
Personality: Concerto's quick, observant ways make him a valuable friend and a dangerous enemy. Although he cannot fight physically, he can find ways to damage another fox's reputation, which is almost as bad.
Although outwardly friendly, Concerto tends to prefer to keep to himself. He generally only mixes with other foxes to deal out information and stir up trouble, something he delights in. He isn't afraid to talk bad about another fox behind their back, if he thinks it will be to his benefit. He will spill every dirty secret he can find about his adversary, even making things up that will support some of the sketchier things he says.
For those he is close to, however (and of those there are few), he is a kind, gentle person. He wouldn't quite die for a friend, but he would certainly stand by them through most trials. This strange opposite side to his personality leads some to believe that there are two different foxes by the name Concerto, or that he suffers from Multiple Personality Disorder. Neither of these things are true
Virtues and Skills:
Quick- When it's time to run, he doesn't think twice, disappearing as fast as he can.
Observant- Very little slips by him
Manipulative- If it suits his goals
Faults and Weaknesses:
Untrustworthy- He can turn on another at any second, and all of their secrets will instantly become weapons against them
Weak- He wasn't built for fighting
Cowardly- He's more likely to run than take a stand, a result of his weakness
The Bygones
Brief Bio: Although he never knew his parents, Concerto grew up hearing plenty about them. His twin elder brothers told him all kinds of stories about how adventurous and kind their parents were, and how they were very important. In truth, both of his parents had been wandering performers, constantly begging for food and shelter. The twins had grown up being constantly mistreated. If there was only enough food for three of them, their father would make them fight over the last scraps. They sang beautifully (something Concerto later picked up), but also with great fear and sadness.
Concerto's birth was what killed his mother, and his father disappeared soon after, leaving the twins to care for their young brother. They taught him to sing, and traveled around as their parents had. Although it wasn't known to him until he was older, the twins were seeking out their father to get their revenge. When at last he was told of their ultimate mission, Concerto began to hone his skills as an information gatherer, always listening for anything that might clue them in to where his father may have gone. His ability to blackmail came out of this observant nature.
Eventually, Concerto tired of the constant revenge quest. Never having known his father, he had no personal grudge against him, aside from what his brothers gave to him. He left the trio in search of his own path, using his skills where ever he thought they would be necessary.
Family Relations: Two Siblings (Symphony and Sonata)
Roleplay Sample (This is from one of my characters on a different site. Is that okay?)
Hafalong took a step back, startled by Leo's aggression. For a moment, his mind grappled with everything that was being said to him. The first thing that accessed his mind was the idea that Leo would not be welcome in the Mafia.
Must've made somebody angry... he concluded, Must've done something bad. A bad dog. A bad, bad dog.
The second thing that came through was the idea that he might be insane. Leo had said that he thought this to be true, but Mortus said otherwise. Mortus wouldn't lie... would he?
I'm not insane... I'm not. I'm not! I'm perfectly fine! Nothing wrong. Nothing... wrong...
Lastly came Leo's threat. This took the longest time to reach Hafalong. He stood still, mouthing nonsense words, a low whine building in the back of his throat. His mind rolled about, dancing in no particular direction.
Mama is dead now. Dunno why. Killed... killed. Did somebody say something? Never mind, not real. Not dead. Death isn't real. I'm not real. Nothing is real. What is real, anyways? Don't know, don't know, don't-
Eyes.
And it clicked. The whine that had begun to build finally released itself. Hafalong lowered himself to the ground, whimpering.
"Just one..." he murmured, studying his paws, "I only wanted the one... one pretty eye... that's all. That's all I wanted! Why are you being so mean? Why are you growling at me? Why..? Why..? I don't understand. I'm a good dog. I don't do bad things. I ask before I take. You can't say that I don't. I'm a good dog. I'm a good dog!" he raised his eyes, staring longingly into Leo's, "But... you... must be... a very... bad... dog." he tilted his head and smiled, tail a-wag, "Made somebody... angry, didn't you? That's... that's why... you aren't welcome, isn't it? Yes. That's why. You're a bad dog. A very bad dog. And..." his mind teetered, tottered... and fell, "And bad dogs must be punished, otherwise, they never learn."
No chance for return. Whatever had been holding him back had snapped. He half-lifted his wings, jumping back to give himself more room for maneuverability, then fell into a fighting stance.
"Want to play a game, Leo?" he giggled, "Just you and me. We'll play together! It's a game called 'Bad Dog.' It's like puppy-play. We wrestle, but with teeth and claws and blood! A punishment game. If you can beat me until I am either dead or can no longer attack, then you are a good dog, and I'll allow you to leave. If you run, or if you can't best me, then you are a bad dog, and I get to take one of your eyes... and maybe your life!" he smiled warmly, "Oh, but don't worry! We can still be friends if I kill you! I'll make you one of my ghost friends, like Mortus! We'll have fun together! The Mafia will let you in because there's no way they could stop you!
"So what do you say, Leo? Want to play?"
I'm not insane. If I were insane, I couldn't do this, could I? Mad wolves don't play games. Mad wolves can't make games. Mad wolves... mad... mad... anger... fury... burning... hatred...
Sadness... I'm sad... why is he being a bad dog? Don't understand... don't... under...stand...
Such nice eyes he has...
Must've made somebody angry... he concluded, Must've done something bad. A bad dog. A bad, bad dog.
The second thing that came through was the idea that he might be insane. Leo had said that he thought this to be true, but Mortus said otherwise. Mortus wouldn't lie... would he?
I'm not insane... I'm not. I'm not! I'm perfectly fine! Nothing wrong. Nothing... wrong...
Lastly came Leo's threat. This took the longest time to reach Hafalong. He stood still, mouthing nonsense words, a low whine building in the back of his throat. His mind rolled about, dancing in no particular direction.
Mama is dead now. Dunno why. Killed... killed. Did somebody say something? Never mind, not real. Not dead. Death isn't real. I'm not real. Nothing is real. What is real, anyways? Don't know, don't know, don't-
Eyes.
And it clicked. The whine that had begun to build finally released itself. Hafalong lowered himself to the ground, whimpering.
"Just one..." he murmured, studying his paws, "I only wanted the one... one pretty eye... that's all. That's all I wanted! Why are you being so mean? Why are you growling at me? Why..? Why..? I don't understand. I'm a good dog. I don't do bad things. I ask before I take. You can't say that I don't. I'm a good dog. I'm a good dog!" he raised his eyes, staring longingly into Leo's, "But... you... must be... a very... bad... dog." he tilted his head and smiled, tail a-wag, "Made somebody... angry, didn't you? That's... that's why... you aren't welcome, isn't it? Yes. That's why. You're a bad dog. A very bad dog. And..." his mind teetered, tottered... and fell, "And bad dogs must be punished, otherwise, they never learn."
No chance for return. Whatever had been holding him back had snapped. He half-lifted his wings, jumping back to give himself more room for maneuverability, then fell into a fighting stance.
"Want to play a game, Leo?" he giggled, "Just you and me. We'll play together! It's a game called 'Bad Dog.' It's like puppy-play. We wrestle, but with teeth and claws and blood! A punishment game. If you can beat me until I am either dead or can no longer attack, then you are a good dog, and I'll allow you to leave. If you run, or if you can't best me, then you are a bad dog, and I get to take one of your eyes... and maybe your life!" he smiled warmly, "Oh, but don't worry! We can still be friends if I kill you! I'll make you one of my ghost friends, like Mortus! We'll have fun together! The Mafia will let you in because there's no way they could stop you!
"So what do you say, Leo? Want to play?"
I'm not insane. If I were insane, I couldn't do this, could I? Mad wolves don't play games. Mad wolves can't make games. Mad wolves... mad... mad... anger... fury... burning... hatred...
Sadness... I'm sad... why is he being a bad dog? Don't understand... don't... under...stand...
Such nice eyes he has...
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