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My New and Old Characters [mostly males]
17 years ago
This is a list of characters created between 2007 and 2008. You just mite see more of them in time to come ^^
[this list will be updated continually]
Name: Stud
Gender: Male
GC: A horse who has a chronic erection. Works for the Cats Care's main location as a waiter.
Name: Gabe
Gender: male
General Concept:
A feral dragon with the coloration of a Doberman. Plays fetch.
Name: Shale
Gender: Male
General Concept:
A mongoose. Gang leader gone strait. Very capable leader that rather follow. Dose not like anything that resembles a slut in any way shape or form as well as anything trying to be or even look like a pimp. Enjoys obstacle course rollerblading. Works for a private company part time. Works at a coffee shop part time. [Strongly influence-able character. This is a temporary filler character.]
Name: Teary
Gender: Male
General Concept:
This anthro shark was captured while defending his feral counterparts. His fins were brutally cut off his body while being beaten to keep subdued. Were it not for his brother who was able to catch up to the poachers shortly after to rescue his brother, he would have drowned from not being fully able to move when his body was cast over board.
Name: Python
Gender: Male
General Concept:
Python the size of a full grown worm from the Dune series.
Older brother figure to Boa. Cant speak.
Name: Boa
Gender: Male
General concept:
A healthy 30-50 foot snake that is as big around as a telephone pole.
Younger brother figure to Python. Can speak.
Name: Varren {Needs To be Named by a 'partner'}
Gender: Male
General Concept:
http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Varren
http://masseffected.pbworks.com/f/1.....7000416789.jpg
This character is like a pet npc, only it will have far more personality. It will not have the ability to speak common languages. War paint will be used on him to decern him physically as collars and other accessories will not be tolerated by him. The war paint will be used to display a marking that is either a trade mark of or in some way related to the one that becomes its leader.
Name: Bark
Gender: Male
General Concept:
A zero tailed kitsune. Can only gain a tail by consuming a sentient being. Must be a new being each time to gain a tail. Tail only lasts a month. Dose not eat often. BIG time party boi.
Name: Mitch
Gender: Male
General Concept:
The hybrid of a skunk and rabbit.
Name: [unknown]
Gender: [unknown]
General Concept:
A southern sergal. Much skinner than Kike with a little thinner fur. [possibly tan and brown]
Name: Kike
Gender: Mostly male looking.
General Concept:
A northern Sergal of black main fur coloration and grayish white secondary fur coloration. Very masculine. Eye color changes. Roughly seven feet tall. Loves stuff that tastes like soda. Thick poofy fur like any other northern.
Name: Cale Silver Bolt
Gender: Male
General Concept:
Cale is a middle to high class working human who excels at management with social skills that need polishing. He tends to wear formal clothes like slacks and button up shirts. Being part of the SWP {Silver Waters Program} his blood runs silver. This makes his skin relatively pale with a slight blue tint to it. Though it really just makes him look like he dose not get enough sun and drinks too much colloidal silver. He wears a choker necklace, a ring on his right middle finger, and a penis/genital [form fitting, shift-able] ring all of witch match. In addition there is a small orb that remains in his anus, eliminating waste. He never takes them off as they were a gift to him from a good friend. He also has no hair on his body but his head due to an encounter with that same friend. His eyes are naturally gold and some times he gets gold high lights in his hair. There is not real limit to what time zone he will appear in due to being part of the SWP. Much like the RIFT project, he has no control of what time zone or location he ends up in when the time comes for the switch. Unlike the RIFT project, there is a chance of him retaining the memories of his past life. He loves the taste and feel of chocolate soy milk. His modern car of choice is the Delorean DMC-12 {the model choice varies but it's always a Delorean}. He loves to be rubbed all over but his belly in particular is the best spot.
{Friend character owned by: Silathro }
Name: N/A
Gender: Male
General Concept:
A Samoyed tuar who shaved his hair short aside from his head fur, creating a hyena like mane. Likes to stain designs into his fur and rock out. Also likes piercings. Very feminine build with good endowment. Is a sky Lord.
name: Coitus
Gender: N/A (considered to be male)
General Concept:
'Human'-After having died five times and then having been granted one hundred years of life as a Forsaken being, Coitus was able to over come all fears and hone many skills. At the end of the one hundredth year, Coitus was taken into The Church of The Rifle to become a Monk of The Rifle. The secrete of how he was brought back from the dead in the beginning is kept buy the Church. The one whom bends his will and commands his soul now has little to no interest in finding out the specifics.
Name: Silver Bullet
Gender:Male
General Concept: A human were husky. His anthro form being that of a blue silver husky who is rumored to have a metallic silver penis and tongue. His human form has dark rooted hair with silvery white or blue hair dye. His human form is very effeminate and he tends to wear high heels. How ever he still wears men's clothes and dose not act all to flamboyant.
Name: Deama
Gender: Unknown
General Concept: A white anthro goat body and horns with a short dragon muzzle and bat like wings were as his arms are used insted of them coming out of his back. Eyes or lack there of ar always hidden by a tattered blind fold. A five foot trickster of practical jokes and a slightly crooked sense of morality. Dose not want to hurt any one beyond what can heal in a few days or be walked off. Gets horny a few times a week to the point of clinging to strangers and is recluse the rest of the time. Rather confusing individual.
Name: Tyle
Gender: Male
General Concept: he is an advanced hybrid assembled part by part rather than blending a couple species.
Reff: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1552821/
Name: Keesh
Gender: Male
GC: A young (early 20's) male cheetah in collage with a nagging fascination with water and those that dwell in it. After meeting Cali around midnight at the schools indoor pool the two hit off too well. With out thinking much, the two shared a fling of sorts. They remain good friends and have a special spot each other, though their more sensual encounters are few and far between and are by no means binding.
Name: Cali
Gender:Male
GC: A some what older Orca (late 20's) in collage with a deep sense of what it means to be a life partner. His performance in the schools swim team is often sub par at best and is under the suspicion of only giving half effort attempts. After meeting Cali around midnight at the schools indoor pool the two hit off too well. With out thinking much, the two shared a fling of sorts. They remain good friends and have a special spot each other, though their more sensual encounters are few and far between and are by no means binding. Though deep down he desires a firm partnership with Keesh, he holds back most the time out of love for the cheetah.
Name: Tomi 'Flip' Ca'vitch
Gender: Male
GC: A 19 year Striped Dolphin [that's a real breed btw] dolphin who got into collage with a scholarship gained through his performance in high school swimming teams. Spends most of his time at the pool or in the locker rooms flirting with fellow team mate who, even if not enthused, have come to terms with his tenancies. It took him little time to be known for the phrase "Can I borrow your butt?" and having the film "Gone In 60 Seconds" be included in light chatter concerning him. He enjoys sushi and believes that 'quickies' before each swim meet have a direct positive effect on his performance.
Name: Vanilla
Gender: Male
GC: A very dark blue dragon with white spliced eyes and a white shaft that extends from a dragons slit. His wings are short and strong with more arm like functions and have little flight function other than gliding. His mane is medium length and fades into his mid back only to start again at the base of his tail to end at the tails tip. He has a thirst for power in several ways.
Name: Thorin
Gender: Male
GC: A rather rugged bronze dragon with a rough yet well aimed manor of doing things. He takes the guardian role of small towns/villages for the simple fee of one maiden or sir -the best the town has to offer- per year or month depending. It's rumored that an encounter with him is survivable though those offered to him are never seen again be the village that offered them to be sacrificed.
Name: ID
Gender: Male
GC: A gray, white, and black fox that likes to figure out what others inner desire is and give it to them if he is able. Has a soft spot for males that are supposivly 'strait' along with closet wild ones that are never suspected to be any 'fun'. He is usually attending tech branches of militaristic schools.
Name: Torque
Gender: Male
GC: A Spotted Hyena that not much is known about.
Name: Till
Gender: Male
GC: A horse with tigers limbs, that is arms and legs along with paws. Tail? Haven't figured that out yet.
Name: Violet
Gender: Male
GC: A raptor with an interest in creatures smaller than it, in particularly humans. Color scheme is black and white with gold stripes. Gender changes depending on seasons.
Character's Name: Tail Omega
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Character Description:
The young male had the tendency to party when ever and where ever there were Zoids or related. His adoration of warriors and marveling over Zoids during his child hood no doubt played a large part in where he is today. Most from his child hood hardly recognize him as his transition into being a Zoid warrior mellowed him out as it provided a positive outlet for his built up aggression. His indirectly aggressive behavior holds no bias and for this reason his being a team player is confusing. In spite of disagreeing often with every one, he executes tactical commands and heeds suggestions when they are given and will do so quietly; though he may have an ear full for the person later.
Tail Omega is not much of a threat on his own, or at least he is under that impression. Referring to himself as a ‘pack hunter’, tail much rather have some one to fight with on his side rather than to face an opponent on his own and has difficulty directing himself. The best of this pilot is brought out when at the shoulder of another under tough odds. Though if things get too rough, there is a chance of him snapping…
Out side of combat, Tail is still hardly ever seen away from his Zoid whether it be cleaning, fixing, polishing or other wise maintaining his Zoid and is even rumored to sleep inside the cockpit if he dose not pass out on some other part of it. In light of this, Tail interacts with his team mates and attempts to attend events to salvage what he can of a social life. Though having not had much one even before he made the transition, he finds himself at a disadvantage.
Origins: N/A
Zoid: Beta (Silver Timber Wolf)
Name: [Requires Pilot Input]
Age: [Data Corrupted] (I don't know how Zoids age. With some help, an age can be placed here after being discovered in the story.)
Gender: Male
Race: Zoid - Hybrid Model
Faction: Reliant on Pilot to be
Distinctive markers: White blocks and stripe shapes adorn the black face plate creating a pattern much like a stylized urban camo pattern.
Zoid: [my own creation] A wolf dragon hybrid.
Overall appearance: A wolf body with back slanted horns instead of ears and an entry hatch in the roof of its mouth instead of the top of his head. The tongue has limited motion, able to move like that of a loading ramp. Also has saber teeth and the tail is styled after an alligator. Paint style is black primary, white secondary. Pink is the color of supportive details such as eyes, joints, claws, and other small or lit details.
Natural Equipment:
Natural weapons include claws, teeth, and club like tail.
Top speed leaves plenty to desire compared to others in its class but highly acute response time, well built joints, and a light armor body type allow for supreme maneuverability.
A shield the conforms to his body and has power that depends on what other functions are being performed at the time.
Additions and upgrades [To be added in story]:
Damaged mounts suggest it once had wings, and could be fitted with new ones.
Tail has room for a light riffle to be installed into it.
Mounts on back also make it compatible with light to medium back mounted weapons.
System is compatible with recon and other advanced tactical installations.
Contains schematics for a ball turret to be placed on chest or back.
Mounts on both sides of the head suggest room for duel Vulcan cannons or javelins.
Cockpit:
The inside of the pilot chamber has the same color scheme as the body [Though Imagine how an Alien-ware lap top mite handle such a color scheme.] but is pretty standard outwardly. The Zoid would suggest to his desired pilot that padding be added to the seat and that better climate control be installed. The zoid is able to modify the cockpit on it's own to interact with the pilot on a more personable level but the full extent of that ability is yet to be explored.
Personality: Overly possessive and protective of it's pilot, the Zoid believes a creature so small is not capable of keeping it's self safe. Pride is folly but confidants is necessary along with a modest approach that can cause others to underestimate him. Rather than show off all he is capable of, the Zoid stays under his top speed and saves advanced maneuvers for when they are needed when he can be seen. Alone and unseen he would keep himself moving and practicing, pushing himself. At rest, he enjoys dark hidden places.
Role: Ambush, flanking, hit and run, Recon
History:
Created by a private compony and later bought by the Guylos Empire, the hybrid body was built and a wolf core was trans planted into it; being deemed the most compatible. The beast had been given time to grow into it's new and strange body and had seen action in past wars. His pilot was lost during the last conflict he served in and damages sustained resulted in him being left behind when the faction responsible for him relocated. After limping off to recover, the Zoid was not seen or heard of again. He could have made his own den, or returned to one abandoned by the Empire.
[After finalizing this character I did a little looking around to refresh myself and to stimulate my creative thought process. Found a few zoids that I will use to help myself visualize my character and will use as perspective influences for future modifications. These notes are mostly for my personal notes than anything else and may be used should I create any zoids in the future.
Orudios, Redler, Stealth_Viper, Sword_Wolf, Whitz_Wolf, König_Wolf, Barigator
as seen here http://zoids.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page ]
Name: Renoven
Gender: Male
GC: Amber is the color of his energy. This golden tiger wolf has a soft disposition and avoids fighting even as harm befalls him. His work as a field medic surprises some. Likes to spend time becoming one with wood and concrete -figuratively speaking- while sun bathing. Likes to play racket ball and show an active interest in his health and that of others.
Name: Tori
Gender: Male
GC: A snake taur with panther like feet. No fur though. Just snake scales an such. Still deciding on colors. Think soft, smooth and dark.
Name: Zilka
Gender: Male/cunt boy [have not decided]
GC: Black unicorn zorse with white stripes. If he has a penis it will be stark white. His horn is white. Mane is undecided. Respectably suby.
Name: Siax
Gender: Male
GC: A young dragon of the blue, yellow, and purple perswation along with black plating about his body. Tail slit and innards along with his throat are very tough and stretchy. Moves quickly in general and is on the slightly smaller side of dragons. He is always feral and can use flight and speed modifying equipment that can be attached to his body.
Name: N/A
Gender: Male
GC: A dark red cat like creature with the wing configuration of a bat on his forelegs. The shoulders able to rotate for normal walking and flight. Covered in coal black blotches. Very proud. Quick to anger and quick to cool. Red, orange, and yellow eyes rimed with black. Has roughed up fur though acts relatively refined.
Name: Krath & Thype
Gender: Male & Male
GC: I have these two listed at the same time because they are never seen apart from each other. Krath is a Maned Wolf that typically lives underground and Thype is a "Common Boa" that he has raised and bonded with over several years. The snake is always wrapped around some portion of his body. Typically able to cover his whole torso and neck in its coils.
Name: Debau'ch, pronounced 'De'bawsh'
Gender: Male
Age: late teens to early twenties.
GC: A mongoose that nothing is known about. He wants to take the virginity of those that would see having sex with him as 'wrong' and or not enjoyable. It has to be against all that they feel in their core being. Causing pain seasons the treat but it is knowing the damage of the persons deepest emotions and the forced corruption of their moral code that is the most fulfilling. It is like a forbidden delicacy where sex with a willing friend would be a traditional meal. He abhors the thought of poverty and or jail and will do all he can by any means to avoid such. Hates being in any situation that prevents him from being able to contact other people. He dislikes having his picture taken. Silence in darkness causes heart speed to rise and paranoia can kick in at times resulting in a small hallucination of hearing something that is not there. Such as a knock at the door or a familiar voice. Wants to some day have a good friend that is not only a virgin, but chooses to be so with out the influence of morality and politics or fear. He will only pick two though. One to ignore his tendencies and move on with, and one to break. Weapons of choice: Tiger hook swords and the double-headed spear. He is by no means a master of either. Quite far from it. He keeps a noble aura of grace and nobility outside his bed room. His means of corruption and manipulation can often be subtle. His current studies could lead him to be a doctor or psychiatrist, or perhaps even an herbalist with a private study. He dose not lack options. Keeps condoms on him at most times as well as elastic bands. Looking into possible fur staining and or piercings.
Name: Zill
Gender: Male
GC: Zebra -of undetermined coloring- with a neon blue penis. Often uses brightly flavored lubricants or jellies for play. Smoked glass hooves. Slight pretty boy.
Name: N/A
Gender: Male
GC: A space marine.
http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Space_Marines
http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Bolter
Name: Arma'dyne
Gender: N/A yet
GC: A naturally armored alligator horse anthro.
Name: [In Development.]
Gender: N/A
GC: A 'Living Gasm Drive'-™ Nek0gami [In Development.]
Name: N/A
Gender: N/A
GC: Ardwolf
Name: N/A
Gender: N/A
GC: Crux
Name: Unknown
Gender: Unknown
GC: "My name matters little to none. I am dead, or at least my body is. Now my essence, energy, soul, call it what you will, is anchored to a host. I have no way to be sure of the date of my death so I can not say how long I lived before I met the host. He has lived twenty years now and I have watched him grow. I even had a hand in his care in my own ways. With out him, I can't live and with out me, he will loose the old life that I have helped him craft. Call it self preservation, or a noble deed. He was an open heart and mind, and I got to him first. I will do all in my power to preserve his life for as long as he wishes to live. I come to him in his dreams and help him understand his own world, and am there to understand his struggle in it. I have recovered much of my strength and may some day be able to solidify but my life will end when his dose. He has Given me a second chance and so this life I owe entirely to him.... I will do what I can to teach him, with out altering him, the ways of universal good and the benefits of such. I have let him choose always. He ignores my strong suggestions of building up his physical body like I would like him to do. He has become lazy in others eyes but what they fail to see is how well he sharpens his mind, which I indirectly benefit from. His veins carries the blood of an achiant race brought to the future. Breed in a great time of advancement. Then sent back half way to develop an earlier strong hold in time. The first attempt at this was the R.I.F.T. Project which failed to full fill its initial purpose. I think that was for the better. The results from the project that fallowed has yet to be determined. This one though. The one that my host is a part of seems to be doing well. How do I know all this? Well to find that out you would need to know of my past life and that is a story I may never tell..."
Name: Drakovlk
Gender: Probably male
GC: Some form of file keeper/collector ?
City Of Unity Characters:
"There is always something good, I just don't always know what it is..."
Player: Wolfy Wet Furr
Link: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/wolfywetfurr/
Character Name: Zeal Yen Alacrity
Age: 12
Sex: Male
Species: Maned Wolf/Puma
Height/Weight: 5'9 172lb's
Social Status: UniClass
Physical Description: Body: The average onlooker with out knowledge of his genetic heritage would likely mistake him for being a few years older. With the slightly predominant form of his mothers slight and tall frame accompanied by his fathers powerful & agile build along with thicker fur, the young male has the genetic composition of a creature built to take the night in ‘stride’ making the most of very little. Though he often dose not take full advantage of this. His head, is perhaps among the more perplexing parts of his body.
The flat head and stout muzzle of his feline father and the narrow design of his wolven mother seeming to meet in the middle. His ears, tail and over all body melds the two species together in a similar manor to that of his head.
His fur pattern like his body bares noticeable resemblance to both his parents. His over all coat a lavish mix of shining tans with under tones of vibrant reds. His long leg and heavy paws covered in black fur that fades up the back of his thighs as well as his hands and arms fading at his shoulders.
A soft cream white chin, chest and belly soften the other wise intense color scheme of his body. His eyes, one of emerald and one of amethyst, look out over his darker muzzle.
Clothes & Accessories:
Casually seen in a red plaid shirt and dull green cargo pants, he obviously has little care for fashion statements. Some small details that could be found on closer observation would be a yo-yo clipped to his brown belt, a pair of chopsticks peeking out from one of his pants pockets, and a pair of ear plugs in his front shirt pocket.
Contained with in his cargo pants and perhaps noticeable as slight lumps in his pants pockets is a small pouch of gumballs as well as another pouch of Jacks (as in the old game with little mettle objects and a bouncy ball). Around his neck hangs a simple necklace with a small cylinder that is a concealed whistle.
Background: His father, the puma, stayed only long enough to see the birth of his son before leaving. Zeal’s mother her self did not object to this however and the two parents parted on good terms. The two having naturally independent natures they needed very little contact with each other and lived separately. Though living at mid level proved difficult, the mother made sure to do well for their shared son. Both parents maintained good attitudes during the dark oppressive times they all lived in and beyond that seemed to take it in stride. Both parents took great comfort in the darkness. Though the father spent very little time with his wife or there son in actuality. He did well on his own, visiting his family once every other few months or so when ever circumstances permitted him to. Each visit he would play a few card games with his son or teach him the use of fire arms using the heavy revolver he normally had on him when he visited. Then the father would spend roughly fifteen minutes or so with Zeals mom in her room. Zeal never knew why.
The mother stayed at mid level for the purpose of mating and remained there to raise her son. It would be considered a poor choice to rear young but she saw other wise. As a Maned Wolf, she spared very little time in starting the training of her son. Acting as his tutor, she began teaching him to speak and scavenge when he was young. Even though it proved most difficult considering the hazardous streets and the fact that Zeal was still very young, she knew it was important that she though him all she could as fast as possible. Though so as to not burn out the child to much, she took time to teach him how to dance as a way to help him wind down after each of his lessons. Giving him variety as best she could, his mother taught him styles of dance from the fun acrobatic, to the more disciplined style of dance that often included the swirling of batons and or long ribbons, as well as slow dance styles that were more soothing.
Zeal himself is the brilliant product of his sharp mother’s tutelage and training accented by his fathers occasional prodding. Raised in the OuterClass slums, Zeal was content with very little. Living mostly off of street scraps, he would look forward to the times his mother would make one of her great tomato stews from the small indoor garden made possible by sun lamps run by a small generator along with old composted scraps. Though he had a taste for meat, he often did with out it.
At age nine, the boy was capable of what would take nineteen years for most and had grown to be quite familiar with the forbidding nature of midcity life. It was explained to him by both his parents that he would be leaving them just after his tenth birthday. Though he knew he would miss his parents he looked forward to the transition.
During the fallowing year, Zeal’s mother gave him a pair of tesla gloves as a reward for doing so well during the past years of training. Never seeing anything like them before, the boy inquired only to be told that she has had them since before he was born and now wanted him to have them.
When the day came he was introduced to a new family that his parents had arranged via means un-known to him to adopt him.
The new family consisted of UniClass hybrids who took in Zeal and provided him with food, shelter, and clothing and had him integrated into the schooling system after going through the appropriate measures to have him registered. The new parents taking a hands off approach.
Though he privately strongly disagreed with many of the views that we taught in politic related classes, he excelled in most his studies often scoring just above average. Taking a particular interest in dancing over most classes, some of the teachers suspected him of ‘Not performing to his full potential.’ This was primarily due to his mother’s teachings ‘Do well, but stay out of direct attention.’ Along with the fact he simply did not like most of the lessons provided.
It was not too long before he found himself in the company of students much older than himself who did not know just how young he really was and out of respect, the adult that knew did not tell. He did well in the beautiful confines of Toride. But it did not take long for him to grow tired of the place. It was just too good for him. An ignorant dreamland that has turned its face from the reality outside.
He soon began to miss the dark and imposing mid level. The dreams he began to have did nothing to comfort him in this bright place he now lived in.
Personality: His life in the Midcity made him cautious and taught him many things he would rather not voice. Light often has mild effects of depression on his body making him seem tired most of the time. His true colors show when in the dark. Depending on circumstances, Zeal’s personality can show some of his mother’s wild and sharp traits or his father’s rough and cold characteristics. Though most often he is easy going and delights in being in the company of others for short periods of time.
Weapons/Equipment:
-A pen that doubles as concealed blade that is useless in any real combat. Would only be discovered if opened and works as normal pen; the sort of cheep thing that could be found in hobby shops that sell decorative/unconventional blades.
-A pair of Tesla Gloves (Usually kept in pockets)
Player: Wolfy Wet Furr
Link: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/wolfywetfurr/
Character Name: Gratis "Paw" Footloose
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Species: Jamthund (Dog)
Height/Weight: 5'11 177lb's
Social Status: Outer Class
Physical Description: Standing a rough five foot eleven, Paw's pure bred form has been honed by his life style. His ears of soft browns and grays swivel for what seems to be no reason. The soft browns fading into soft blacks and grays as a sort of dark mask fur pattern frames his starkly white muzzle. His deep brown eyes made stark by the softer browns and bright white that accents his eye ridge. Thick fur of his two tone fur coat forms a scruff on his neck as the grays gradually turn to shades of silver, the darker blacks of the under coat always visible beneath. His broad shoulders giving way to a sleek form toned by continues use. Having a build only similar to that of a dancer, his chest his flat and gives way fluidly to his abdomen that would remind one of six polished cobble stones. His pleasant for seemingly framed by two brown straps that hold his small back pack firmly to his body.
The white fur on his arms is covered by fingerless elbow high glove of which are held firmly in place by a pair of dark leather bracers. A smooth black belt rests snugly over his hips and holds a sort of fundoshi in place to cover his personals. A black strap hangs from either side of the belt, holding up a pair of leggings that act like pseudo chaps. The leggings, almost held closed by buckled straps, cover the two toned fur from just above his knees to just below his ankles to rest upon his heavy paws.
Background: Not much is known about this young mans child hood as far as he is concerned. Due to an accident induced head trauma he lost a portion of his memories. Though the one thing he can remember is that he has always been on the move and that fact is what resulted in his memory loss.
In spite of his seemingly short attention span, he has accomplished a substantial amount of common sense from experience on the street, as to the identity of factions, corporations, and the Ministry and how to tell them apart. His second area of 'education' was that of weapons and how certain firearms performed, something he learned by observing or being dangerously close to numerous syndicate wars and gang clashes in the Undercity over the years.
However his knowledge mostly relates to keeping himself alive in such situations and staying out of the line of fire or making himself a hard target, rather than actually using the weapons himself. If it came down to him handling a gun he could grasp the 'aim-and-pull-trigger' basics, but he wouldn't know much about anything beyond that, such as reloading, finding the safety, or gun maintainence.
Personality: Likes to push him self to move and enjoys free falling. To run, jump and be as mobile in as many ways as he can for the feeling of being with out limitation. Dose not care so much about showing off as enjoying the thrills in life, riding on adrenaline, and having simple fun. His desires for excitement and constant motion leading him un-knowingly into the life of a traceur, he became mildly addicted to adrenaline.
Once he discovered what he was doing so often, was known as parkour or free running, he pursued it specifically. To move over all terrain with out compromise gives him a sense of freedom that nothing else can. He does not mind any if others observe him, but he dose it truly for his own personal satisfaction. To give chase often ads to the fun, but to be chased himself his more of a rush. Risk is fun, but he is not stupid. Most of this however dampens some aspects of his social life. As he dose not stay in one place long
Weapons/Equipment:
Carries fungal herbal remedies in his back pack along with â Puttyâ food in tablet form. Also keeps a stone mortar & pestle. Rest of the bags contents varies from day to day.
Name: Psi
Gender: It
GC: Just a freaky little fairy, who is mildly psychotic... Bewitches creatures to act out on it's darkly perverted will.
Soon to come~
Poke'mon trainers & team
Monster Ranchers & monsters
Digimon Trainers and monsters
[this list will be updated continually]
Name: Stud
Gender: Male
GC: A horse who has a chronic erection. Works for the Cats Care's main location as a waiter.
Name: Gabe
Gender: male
General Concept:
A feral dragon with the coloration of a Doberman. Plays fetch.
Name: Shale
Gender: Male
General Concept:
A mongoose. Gang leader gone strait. Very capable leader that rather follow. Dose not like anything that resembles a slut in any way shape or form as well as anything trying to be or even look like a pimp. Enjoys obstacle course rollerblading. Works for a private company part time. Works at a coffee shop part time. [Strongly influence-able character. This is a temporary filler character.]
Name: Teary
Gender: Male
General Concept:
This anthro shark was captured while defending his feral counterparts. His fins were brutally cut off his body while being beaten to keep subdued. Were it not for his brother who was able to catch up to the poachers shortly after to rescue his brother, he would have drowned from not being fully able to move when his body was cast over board.
Name: Python
Gender: Male
General Concept:
Python the size of a full grown worm from the Dune series.
Older brother figure to Boa. Cant speak.
Name: Boa
Gender: Male
General concept:
A healthy 30-50 foot snake that is as big around as a telephone pole.
Younger brother figure to Python. Can speak.
Name: Varren {Needs To be Named by a 'partner'}
Gender: Male
General Concept:
http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Varren
http://masseffected.pbworks.com/f/1.....7000416789.jpg
This character is like a pet npc, only it will have far more personality. It will not have the ability to speak common languages. War paint will be used on him to decern him physically as collars and other accessories will not be tolerated by him. The war paint will be used to display a marking that is either a trade mark of or in some way related to the one that becomes its leader.
Name: Bark
Gender: Male
General Concept:
A zero tailed kitsune. Can only gain a tail by consuming a sentient being. Must be a new being each time to gain a tail. Tail only lasts a month. Dose not eat often. BIG time party boi.
Name: Mitch
Gender: Male
General Concept:
The hybrid of a skunk and rabbit.
Name: [unknown]
Gender: [unknown]
General Concept:
A southern sergal. Much skinner than Kike with a little thinner fur. [possibly tan and brown]
Name: Kike
Gender: Mostly male looking.
General Concept:
A northern Sergal of black main fur coloration and grayish white secondary fur coloration. Very masculine. Eye color changes. Roughly seven feet tall. Loves stuff that tastes like soda. Thick poofy fur like any other northern.
Name: Cale Silver Bolt
Gender: Male
General Concept:
Cale is a middle to high class working human who excels at management with social skills that need polishing. He tends to wear formal clothes like slacks and button up shirts. Being part of the SWP {Silver Waters Program} his blood runs silver. This makes his skin relatively pale with a slight blue tint to it. Though it really just makes him look like he dose not get enough sun and drinks too much colloidal silver. He wears a choker necklace, a ring on his right middle finger, and a penis/genital [form fitting, shift-able] ring all of witch match. In addition there is a small orb that remains in his anus, eliminating waste. He never takes them off as they were a gift to him from a good friend. He also has no hair on his body but his head due to an encounter with that same friend. His eyes are naturally gold and some times he gets gold high lights in his hair. There is not real limit to what time zone he will appear in due to being part of the SWP. Much like the RIFT project, he has no control of what time zone or location he ends up in when the time comes for the switch. Unlike the RIFT project, there is a chance of him retaining the memories of his past life. He loves the taste and feel of chocolate soy milk. His modern car of choice is the Delorean DMC-12 {the model choice varies but it's always a Delorean}. He loves to be rubbed all over but his belly in particular is the best spot.
{Friend character owned by: Silathro }
Name: N/A
Gender: Male
General Concept:
A Samoyed tuar who shaved his hair short aside from his head fur, creating a hyena like mane. Likes to stain designs into his fur and rock out. Also likes piercings. Very feminine build with good endowment. Is a sky Lord.
name: Coitus
Gender: N/A (considered to be male)
General Concept:
'Human'-After having died five times and then having been granted one hundred years of life as a Forsaken being, Coitus was able to over come all fears and hone many skills. At the end of the one hundredth year, Coitus was taken into The Church of The Rifle to become a Monk of The Rifle. The secrete of how he was brought back from the dead in the beginning is kept buy the Church. The one whom bends his will and commands his soul now has little to no interest in finding out the specifics.
Name: Silver Bullet
Gender:Male
General Concept: A human were husky. His anthro form being that of a blue silver husky who is rumored to have a metallic silver penis and tongue. His human form has dark rooted hair with silvery white or blue hair dye. His human form is very effeminate and he tends to wear high heels. How ever he still wears men's clothes and dose not act all to flamboyant.
Name: Deama
Gender: Unknown
General Concept: A white anthro goat body and horns with a short dragon muzzle and bat like wings were as his arms are used insted of them coming out of his back. Eyes or lack there of ar always hidden by a tattered blind fold. A five foot trickster of practical jokes and a slightly crooked sense of morality. Dose not want to hurt any one beyond what can heal in a few days or be walked off. Gets horny a few times a week to the point of clinging to strangers and is recluse the rest of the time. Rather confusing individual.
Name: Tyle
Gender: Male
General Concept: he is an advanced hybrid assembled part by part rather than blending a couple species.
Reff: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1552821/
Name: Keesh
Gender: Male
GC: A young (early 20's) male cheetah in collage with a nagging fascination with water and those that dwell in it. After meeting Cali around midnight at the schools indoor pool the two hit off too well. With out thinking much, the two shared a fling of sorts. They remain good friends and have a special spot each other, though their more sensual encounters are few and far between and are by no means binding.
Name: Cali
Gender:Male
GC: A some what older Orca (late 20's) in collage with a deep sense of what it means to be a life partner. His performance in the schools swim team is often sub par at best and is under the suspicion of only giving half effort attempts. After meeting Cali around midnight at the schools indoor pool the two hit off too well. With out thinking much, the two shared a fling of sorts. They remain good friends and have a special spot each other, though their more sensual encounters are few and far between and are by no means binding. Though deep down he desires a firm partnership with Keesh, he holds back most the time out of love for the cheetah.
Name: Tomi 'Flip' Ca'vitch
Gender: Male
GC: A 19 year Striped Dolphin [that's a real breed btw] dolphin who got into collage with a scholarship gained through his performance in high school swimming teams. Spends most of his time at the pool or in the locker rooms flirting with fellow team mate who, even if not enthused, have come to terms with his tenancies. It took him little time to be known for the phrase "Can I borrow your butt?" and having the film "Gone In 60 Seconds" be included in light chatter concerning him. He enjoys sushi and believes that 'quickies' before each swim meet have a direct positive effect on his performance.
Name: Vanilla
Gender: Male
GC: A very dark blue dragon with white spliced eyes and a white shaft that extends from a dragons slit. His wings are short and strong with more arm like functions and have little flight function other than gliding. His mane is medium length and fades into his mid back only to start again at the base of his tail to end at the tails tip. He has a thirst for power in several ways.
Name: Thorin
Gender: Male
GC: A rather rugged bronze dragon with a rough yet well aimed manor of doing things. He takes the guardian role of small towns/villages for the simple fee of one maiden or sir -the best the town has to offer- per year or month depending. It's rumored that an encounter with him is survivable though those offered to him are never seen again be the village that offered them to be sacrificed.
Name: ID
Gender: Male
GC: A gray, white, and black fox that likes to figure out what others inner desire is and give it to them if he is able. Has a soft spot for males that are supposivly 'strait' along with closet wild ones that are never suspected to be any 'fun'. He is usually attending tech branches of militaristic schools.
Name: Torque
Gender: Male
GC: A Spotted Hyena that not much is known about.
Name: Till
Gender: Male
GC: A horse with tigers limbs, that is arms and legs along with paws. Tail? Haven't figured that out yet.
Name: Violet
Gender: Male
GC: A raptor with an interest in creatures smaller than it, in particularly humans. Color scheme is black and white with gold stripes. Gender changes depending on seasons.
Character's Name: Tail Omega
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Character Description:
The young male had the tendency to party when ever and where ever there were Zoids or related. His adoration of warriors and marveling over Zoids during his child hood no doubt played a large part in where he is today. Most from his child hood hardly recognize him as his transition into being a Zoid warrior mellowed him out as it provided a positive outlet for his built up aggression. His indirectly aggressive behavior holds no bias and for this reason his being a team player is confusing. In spite of disagreeing often with every one, he executes tactical commands and heeds suggestions when they are given and will do so quietly; though he may have an ear full for the person later.
Tail Omega is not much of a threat on his own, or at least he is under that impression. Referring to himself as a ‘pack hunter’, tail much rather have some one to fight with on his side rather than to face an opponent on his own and has difficulty directing himself. The best of this pilot is brought out when at the shoulder of another under tough odds. Though if things get too rough, there is a chance of him snapping…
Out side of combat, Tail is still hardly ever seen away from his Zoid whether it be cleaning, fixing, polishing or other wise maintaining his Zoid and is even rumored to sleep inside the cockpit if he dose not pass out on some other part of it. In light of this, Tail interacts with his team mates and attempts to attend events to salvage what he can of a social life. Though having not had much one even before he made the transition, he finds himself at a disadvantage.
Origins: N/A
Zoid: Beta (Silver Timber Wolf)
Name: [Requires Pilot Input]
Age: [Data Corrupted] (I don't know how Zoids age. With some help, an age can be placed here after being discovered in the story.)
Gender: Male
Race: Zoid - Hybrid Model
Faction: Reliant on Pilot to be
Distinctive markers: White blocks and stripe shapes adorn the black face plate creating a pattern much like a stylized urban camo pattern.
Zoid: [my own creation] A wolf dragon hybrid.
Overall appearance: A wolf body with back slanted horns instead of ears and an entry hatch in the roof of its mouth instead of the top of his head. The tongue has limited motion, able to move like that of a loading ramp. Also has saber teeth and the tail is styled after an alligator. Paint style is black primary, white secondary. Pink is the color of supportive details such as eyes, joints, claws, and other small or lit details.
Natural Equipment:
Natural weapons include claws, teeth, and club like tail.
Top speed leaves plenty to desire compared to others in its class but highly acute response time, well built joints, and a light armor body type allow for supreme maneuverability.
A shield the conforms to his body and has power that depends on what other functions are being performed at the time.
Additions and upgrades [To be added in story]:
Damaged mounts suggest it once had wings, and could be fitted with new ones.
Tail has room for a light riffle to be installed into it.
Mounts on back also make it compatible with light to medium back mounted weapons.
System is compatible with recon and other advanced tactical installations.
Contains schematics for a ball turret to be placed on chest or back.
Mounts on both sides of the head suggest room for duel Vulcan cannons or javelins.
Cockpit:
The inside of the pilot chamber has the same color scheme as the body [Though Imagine how an Alien-ware lap top mite handle such a color scheme.] but is pretty standard outwardly. The Zoid would suggest to his desired pilot that padding be added to the seat and that better climate control be installed. The zoid is able to modify the cockpit on it's own to interact with the pilot on a more personable level but the full extent of that ability is yet to be explored.
Personality: Overly possessive and protective of it's pilot, the Zoid believes a creature so small is not capable of keeping it's self safe. Pride is folly but confidants is necessary along with a modest approach that can cause others to underestimate him. Rather than show off all he is capable of, the Zoid stays under his top speed and saves advanced maneuvers for when they are needed when he can be seen. Alone and unseen he would keep himself moving and practicing, pushing himself. At rest, he enjoys dark hidden places.
Role: Ambush, flanking, hit and run, Recon
History:
Created by a private compony and later bought by the Guylos Empire, the hybrid body was built and a wolf core was trans planted into it; being deemed the most compatible. The beast had been given time to grow into it's new and strange body and had seen action in past wars. His pilot was lost during the last conflict he served in and damages sustained resulted in him being left behind when the faction responsible for him relocated. After limping off to recover, the Zoid was not seen or heard of again. He could have made his own den, or returned to one abandoned by the Empire.
[After finalizing this character I did a little looking around to refresh myself and to stimulate my creative thought process. Found a few zoids that I will use to help myself visualize my character and will use as perspective influences for future modifications. These notes are mostly for my personal notes than anything else and may be used should I create any zoids in the future.
Orudios, Redler, Stealth_Viper, Sword_Wolf, Whitz_Wolf, König_Wolf, Barigator
as seen here http://zoids.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page ]
Name: Renoven
Gender: Male
GC: Amber is the color of his energy. This golden tiger wolf has a soft disposition and avoids fighting even as harm befalls him. His work as a field medic surprises some. Likes to spend time becoming one with wood and concrete -figuratively speaking- while sun bathing. Likes to play racket ball and show an active interest in his health and that of others.
Name: Tori
Gender: Male
GC: A snake taur with panther like feet. No fur though. Just snake scales an such. Still deciding on colors. Think soft, smooth and dark.
Name: Zilka
Gender: Male/cunt boy [have not decided]
GC: Black unicorn zorse with white stripes. If he has a penis it will be stark white. His horn is white. Mane is undecided. Respectably suby.
Name: Siax
Gender: Male
GC: A young dragon of the blue, yellow, and purple perswation along with black plating about his body. Tail slit and innards along with his throat are very tough and stretchy. Moves quickly in general and is on the slightly smaller side of dragons. He is always feral and can use flight and speed modifying equipment that can be attached to his body.
Name: N/A
Gender: Male
GC: A dark red cat like creature with the wing configuration of a bat on his forelegs. The shoulders able to rotate for normal walking and flight. Covered in coal black blotches. Very proud. Quick to anger and quick to cool. Red, orange, and yellow eyes rimed with black. Has roughed up fur though acts relatively refined.
Name: Krath & Thype
Gender: Male & Male
GC: I have these two listed at the same time because they are never seen apart from each other. Krath is a Maned Wolf that typically lives underground and Thype is a "Common Boa" that he has raised and bonded with over several years. The snake is always wrapped around some portion of his body. Typically able to cover his whole torso and neck in its coils.
Name: Debau'ch, pronounced 'De'bawsh'
Gender: Male
Age: late teens to early twenties.
GC: A mongoose that nothing is known about. He wants to take the virginity of those that would see having sex with him as 'wrong' and or not enjoyable. It has to be against all that they feel in their core being. Causing pain seasons the treat but it is knowing the damage of the persons deepest emotions and the forced corruption of their moral code that is the most fulfilling. It is like a forbidden delicacy where sex with a willing friend would be a traditional meal. He abhors the thought of poverty and or jail and will do all he can by any means to avoid such. Hates being in any situation that prevents him from being able to contact other people. He dislikes having his picture taken. Silence in darkness causes heart speed to rise and paranoia can kick in at times resulting in a small hallucination of hearing something that is not there. Such as a knock at the door or a familiar voice. Wants to some day have a good friend that is not only a virgin, but chooses to be so with out the influence of morality and politics or fear. He will only pick two though. One to ignore his tendencies and move on with, and one to break. Weapons of choice: Tiger hook swords and the double-headed spear. He is by no means a master of either. Quite far from it. He keeps a noble aura of grace and nobility outside his bed room. His means of corruption and manipulation can often be subtle. His current studies could lead him to be a doctor or psychiatrist, or perhaps even an herbalist with a private study. He dose not lack options. Keeps condoms on him at most times as well as elastic bands. Looking into possible fur staining and or piercings.
Name: Zill
Gender: Male
GC: Zebra -of undetermined coloring- with a neon blue penis. Often uses brightly flavored lubricants or jellies for play. Smoked glass hooves. Slight pretty boy.
Name: N/A
Gender: Male
GC: A space marine.
http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Space_Marines
http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Bolter
Name: Arma'dyne
Gender: N/A yet
GC: A naturally armored alligator horse anthro.
Name: [In Development.]
Gender: N/A
GC: A 'Living Gasm Drive'-™ Nek0gami [In Development.]
Name: N/A
Gender: N/A
GC: Ardwolf
Name: N/A
Gender: N/A
GC: Crux
Name: Unknown
Gender: Unknown
GC: "My name matters little to none. I am dead, or at least my body is. Now my essence, energy, soul, call it what you will, is anchored to a host. I have no way to be sure of the date of my death so I can not say how long I lived before I met the host. He has lived twenty years now and I have watched him grow. I even had a hand in his care in my own ways. With out him, I can't live and with out me, he will loose the old life that I have helped him craft. Call it self preservation, or a noble deed. He was an open heart and mind, and I got to him first. I will do all in my power to preserve his life for as long as he wishes to live. I come to him in his dreams and help him understand his own world, and am there to understand his struggle in it. I have recovered much of my strength and may some day be able to solidify but my life will end when his dose. He has Given me a second chance and so this life I owe entirely to him.... I will do what I can to teach him, with out altering him, the ways of universal good and the benefits of such. I have let him choose always. He ignores my strong suggestions of building up his physical body like I would like him to do. He has become lazy in others eyes but what they fail to see is how well he sharpens his mind, which I indirectly benefit from. His veins carries the blood of an achiant race brought to the future. Breed in a great time of advancement. Then sent back half way to develop an earlier strong hold in time. The first attempt at this was the R.I.F.T. Project which failed to full fill its initial purpose. I think that was for the better. The results from the project that fallowed has yet to be determined. This one though. The one that my host is a part of seems to be doing well. How do I know all this? Well to find that out you would need to know of my past life and that is a story I may never tell..."
Name: Drakovlk
Gender: Probably male
GC: Some form of file keeper/collector ?
City Of Unity Characters:
"There is always something good, I just don't always know what it is..."
Player: Wolfy Wet Furr
Link: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/wolfywetfurr/
Character Name: Zeal Yen Alacrity
Age: 12
Sex: Male
Species: Maned Wolf/Puma
Height/Weight: 5'9 172lb's
Social Status: UniClass
Physical Description: Body: The average onlooker with out knowledge of his genetic heritage would likely mistake him for being a few years older. With the slightly predominant form of his mothers slight and tall frame accompanied by his fathers powerful & agile build along with thicker fur, the young male has the genetic composition of a creature built to take the night in ‘stride’ making the most of very little. Though he often dose not take full advantage of this. His head, is perhaps among the more perplexing parts of his body.
The flat head and stout muzzle of his feline father and the narrow design of his wolven mother seeming to meet in the middle. His ears, tail and over all body melds the two species together in a similar manor to that of his head.
His fur pattern like his body bares noticeable resemblance to both his parents. His over all coat a lavish mix of shining tans with under tones of vibrant reds. His long leg and heavy paws covered in black fur that fades up the back of his thighs as well as his hands and arms fading at his shoulders.
A soft cream white chin, chest and belly soften the other wise intense color scheme of his body. His eyes, one of emerald and one of amethyst, look out over his darker muzzle.
Clothes & Accessories:
Casually seen in a red plaid shirt and dull green cargo pants, he obviously has little care for fashion statements. Some small details that could be found on closer observation would be a yo-yo clipped to his brown belt, a pair of chopsticks peeking out from one of his pants pockets, and a pair of ear plugs in his front shirt pocket.
Contained with in his cargo pants and perhaps noticeable as slight lumps in his pants pockets is a small pouch of gumballs as well as another pouch of Jacks (as in the old game with little mettle objects and a bouncy ball). Around his neck hangs a simple necklace with a small cylinder that is a concealed whistle.
Background: His father, the puma, stayed only long enough to see the birth of his son before leaving. Zeal’s mother her self did not object to this however and the two parents parted on good terms. The two having naturally independent natures they needed very little contact with each other and lived separately. Though living at mid level proved difficult, the mother made sure to do well for their shared son. Both parents maintained good attitudes during the dark oppressive times they all lived in and beyond that seemed to take it in stride. Both parents took great comfort in the darkness. Though the father spent very little time with his wife or there son in actuality. He did well on his own, visiting his family once every other few months or so when ever circumstances permitted him to. Each visit he would play a few card games with his son or teach him the use of fire arms using the heavy revolver he normally had on him when he visited. Then the father would spend roughly fifteen minutes or so with Zeals mom in her room. Zeal never knew why.
The mother stayed at mid level for the purpose of mating and remained there to raise her son. It would be considered a poor choice to rear young but she saw other wise. As a Maned Wolf, she spared very little time in starting the training of her son. Acting as his tutor, she began teaching him to speak and scavenge when he was young. Even though it proved most difficult considering the hazardous streets and the fact that Zeal was still very young, she knew it was important that she though him all she could as fast as possible. Though so as to not burn out the child to much, she took time to teach him how to dance as a way to help him wind down after each of his lessons. Giving him variety as best she could, his mother taught him styles of dance from the fun acrobatic, to the more disciplined style of dance that often included the swirling of batons and or long ribbons, as well as slow dance styles that were more soothing.
Zeal himself is the brilliant product of his sharp mother’s tutelage and training accented by his fathers occasional prodding. Raised in the OuterClass slums, Zeal was content with very little. Living mostly off of street scraps, he would look forward to the times his mother would make one of her great tomato stews from the small indoor garden made possible by sun lamps run by a small generator along with old composted scraps. Though he had a taste for meat, he often did with out it.
At age nine, the boy was capable of what would take nineteen years for most and had grown to be quite familiar with the forbidding nature of midcity life. It was explained to him by both his parents that he would be leaving them just after his tenth birthday. Though he knew he would miss his parents he looked forward to the transition.
During the fallowing year, Zeal’s mother gave him a pair of tesla gloves as a reward for doing so well during the past years of training. Never seeing anything like them before, the boy inquired only to be told that she has had them since before he was born and now wanted him to have them.
When the day came he was introduced to a new family that his parents had arranged via means un-known to him to adopt him.
The new family consisted of UniClass hybrids who took in Zeal and provided him with food, shelter, and clothing and had him integrated into the schooling system after going through the appropriate measures to have him registered. The new parents taking a hands off approach.
Though he privately strongly disagreed with many of the views that we taught in politic related classes, he excelled in most his studies often scoring just above average. Taking a particular interest in dancing over most classes, some of the teachers suspected him of ‘Not performing to his full potential.’ This was primarily due to his mother’s teachings ‘Do well, but stay out of direct attention.’ Along with the fact he simply did not like most of the lessons provided.
It was not too long before he found himself in the company of students much older than himself who did not know just how young he really was and out of respect, the adult that knew did not tell. He did well in the beautiful confines of Toride. But it did not take long for him to grow tired of the place. It was just too good for him. An ignorant dreamland that has turned its face from the reality outside.
He soon began to miss the dark and imposing mid level. The dreams he began to have did nothing to comfort him in this bright place he now lived in.
Personality: His life in the Midcity made him cautious and taught him many things he would rather not voice. Light often has mild effects of depression on his body making him seem tired most of the time. His true colors show when in the dark. Depending on circumstances, Zeal’s personality can show some of his mother’s wild and sharp traits or his father’s rough and cold characteristics. Though most often he is easy going and delights in being in the company of others for short periods of time.
Weapons/Equipment:
-A pen that doubles as concealed blade that is useless in any real combat. Would only be discovered if opened and works as normal pen; the sort of cheep thing that could be found in hobby shops that sell decorative/unconventional blades.
-A pair of Tesla Gloves (Usually kept in pockets)
Player: Wolfy Wet Furr
Link: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/wolfywetfurr/
Character Name: Gratis "Paw" Footloose
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Species: Jamthund (Dog)
Height/Weight: 5'11 177lb's
Social Status: Outer Class
Physical Description: Standing a rough five foot eleven, Paw's pure bred form has been honed by his life style. His ears of soft browns and grays swivel for what seems to be no reason. The soft browns fading into soft blacks and grays as a sort of dark mask fur pattern frames his starkly white muzzle. His deep brown eyes made stark by the softer browns and bright white that accents his eye ridge. Thick fur of his two tone fur coat forms a scruff on his neck as the grays gradually turn to shades of silver, the darker blacks of the under coat always visible beneath. His broad shoulders giving way to a sleek form toned by continues use. Having a build only similar to that of a dancer, his chest his flat and gives way fluidly to his abdomen that would remind one of six polished cobble stones. His pleasant for seemingly framed by two brown straps that hold his small back pack firmly to his body.
The white fur on his arms is covered by fingerless elbow high glove of which are held firmly in place by a pair of dark leather bracers. A smooth black belt rests snugly over his hips and holds a sort of fundoshi in place to cover his personals. A black strap hangs from either side of the belt, holding up a pair of leggings that act like pseudo chaps. The leggings, almost held closed by buckled straps, cover the two toned fur from just above his knees to just below his ankles to rest upon his heavy paws.
Background: Not much is known about this young mans child hood as far as he is concerned. Due to an accident induced head trauma he lost a portion of his memories. Though the one thing he can remember is that he has always been on the move and that fact is what resulted in his memory loss.
In spite of his seemingly short attention span, he has accomplished a substantial amount of common sense from experience on the street, as to the identity of factions, corporations, and the Ministry and how to tell them apart. His second area of 'education' was that of weapons and how certain firearms performed, something he learned by observing or being dangerously close to numerous syndicate wars and gang clashes in the Undercity over the years.
However his knowledge mostly relates to keeping himself alive in such situations and staying out of the line of fire or making himself a hard target, rather than actually using the weapons himself. If it came down to him handling a gun he could grasp the 'aim-and-pull-trigger' basics, but he wouldn't know much about anything beyond that, such as reloading, finding the safety, or gun maintainence.
Personality: Likes to push him self to move and enjoys free falling. To run, jump and be as mobile in as many ways as he can for the feeling of being with out limitation. Dose not care so much about showing off as enjoying the thrills in life, riding on adrenaline, and having simple fun. His desires for excitement and constant motion leading him un-knowingly into the life of a traceur, he became mildly addicted to adrenaline.
Once he discovered what he was doing so often, was known as parkour or free running, he pursued it specifically. To move over all terrain with out compromise gives him a sense of freedom that nothing else can. He does not mind any if others observe him, but he dose it truly for his own personal satisfaction. To give chase often ads to the fun, but to be chased himself his more of a rush. Risk is fun, but he is not stupid. Most of this however dampens some aspects of his social life. As he dose not stay in one place long
Weapons/Equipment:
Carries fungal herbal remedies in his back pack along with â Puttyâ food in tablet form. Also keeps a stone mortar & pestle. Rest of the bags contents varies from day to day.
Name: Psi
Gender: It
GC: Just a freaky little fairy, who is mildly psychotic... Bewitches creatures to act out on it's darkly perverted will.
Soon to come~
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