Maulings? Is that a euphemism for something?

Saint: "No. It means I take my claws and I take my fangs and I take my tails and I reduce you to a pile of quivering meat sponge. Is that really your only question?"

Gabriel: "Wow."

I'll ask these two what I'd ask all people if I were asked to interrogate them, keep in mind that these questions doesn't carry any emotional traits, I'm just trying to be as short but precise as possible.

Question nr1: "Ok so who are you and how would you describe yourself?"

Question nr2: "Where are you from?"

Question nr3: "What's your family like?"

Questions nr4: "So what's your (life)story then?"

Question nr5: "What do you believe in (faith, morals, ethics etc etc)

Question nr6: "How do you think you're perceived by others?"

Question nr7: "How are you ACTUALLY perceived by others?" (this will require your intervention I believe)

Question nr8: "Who are your enemies?"

Question nr9: "Who are your friends?"

Question nr10: "Who do you serve?" (employment, who holds sway over the character)

Question nr11: "What're your regular days like?"

Question nr12: "What can you do? (Skills, abilities, special powers etc)

Question nr13: "What is your virtue?"

Question nr14: "What is your vice?"

Question nr15: "What do you look like?"

also hello again. good to see you post stuff again! x);;

Thanks mate! I look forward to posting more!

I read it all, do you want feedback on the characters? Constructive criticism and the like?

LoL! You're welcome to comment on them, sure! I like them the way they are though, Saint was pretty watered down from where she had been created. Normally she's just plain psychotic. But sure, I'll listen to your opinion of 'em. :3

Saint: By my master's wrath you ask a lot of questions. I would apologize for the delay in our responses but it goes against my morals to apologize for a fat man's laziness inhibiting him from writing our responses.

Gabriel: Sort of what she said, but lacking the venom for our 'creator'. He was busy.

Saint: Being lazy. And stupid. And lazy.

Gabriel: Just answer the questions you crazy bitch.

Saint: Fine. I'll answer them in order. My name is Saint and I am a kitsune with eight tails. I am attractive, powerful, and aggressively loyal to my master. I also like long walks off short piers with weak little humans that can't swim. I also like standing on their heads while they drown.

Gabriel: Saint for God's sake...

Saint: Has anyone told you how boring you are Gabriel? Because you are. Boring. Very. As I was saying, I'm from wherever it is kitsunes come from. I don't particularly know or care. I exist, and that's validated by my body count. It's rather high. Would you like to know the exact number?

Gabriel: SAINT!

Saint: Shout at me again and I'll eat your tongue mongrel. I have no family, the ones that 'raised' me I killed when I grew my third tail. My father figure molested me on a regular basis and my mother was a jealous whore who constantly beat me for having sex with her husband. Despite my confessions that he forced himself on me time and time again, she would only ventilate her failures and insecurities on me in the form of violence. I did not come from a good upbringing you would say. As for my life story, it's written in my body count. I have the numbers, right here inside the sleeve of my kimono. Usually I'd be naked and my hair would be wild but stick-up-his-ass Gabriel strongly suggested I wear clothes. He's so boring Mormons sound like ravers compared to him.

Gabriel: Ugh. God. I told you to wear clothes so I wouldn't have to stare at your off-centered tits. As for me, my name is Gabriel Alvarez, and I am a recently turned lycanthrope, that's werewolf for those of you who didn't know, and an accountant at a local ba-

Saint: You're so pitifully boring you make interesting and sexy things like werewolves boring. An accountant? Seriously? Pathetic.

Gabriel: ...anyway, I am from America, but I was raised by my family who came from Spain. I have a bit of an accent and I do not appreciate being called a Mexican.

Saint: He loves being called a Beaner, burrito-roller, and border-fence jumper though.

Gabriel: I hate you more than words can express. My family is a good group. We stick to ourselves mostly due to a tradition dating many generations that would arrange marriages between purebred wolves and our group to preserve the purity of our heritage. As unfair as it is, I have to respect my ancestors and my elders for their dedication to the preservation of pure wolf genetics. They've been doing this since as far back as my family was keeping records. So my blood is exceptionally pure.

Saint: Was pure you mean. Before you got nipped on the ass by some flea-infested mutt? Now you're part chupacobra or something aren't you? Or maybe it was chihuahua or some other yappy Mexican dog.

Gabriel: Eat an entire bag of dicks Saint. All of them. Every last one. Slurp them down like spaghetti noodles and then choke and die. My life story is long-winded and I'm sure this bitch would interrupt every five or ten seconds because no one was paying attention to her.

Saint: You'd be paying attention to me. You haven't stopped staring at my ass since we started answering questions.

Gabriel: Are you kidding? Who can see your tiny little bony ass through that gagglefuck of mangy fur you call tails?

Saint: Proves you were looking if you saw the mange in my tails. As for my faith, I have none. There may be gods, there may not be, it's not for me to decide. If they exist, they're lazy for sitting back and doing nothing with this world. If they don't then, well, they don't. Morals and ethics? Ah ahahahahahahaaaa!

Gabriel: You may want to get a drink and a snack, once she gets started laughing it goes on for-ev-er. My religion though, I was born Christian and I believe in God and the best in people. I want to believe that despite my curse that the Almighty will still let me into Heaven. I haven't eaten anyone yet or murdered anyone so I think I'm doing good on that end. I would like to think I am morally upright. A good role-model to emulate, but that sounds arrogant when I say it out loud. I'm modest and generous. Helpful as often as I can be. I would like to believe I'm a good person. I work hard and then I play. Single and looking but... I don't think that's as answer that belongs here. I don't even think it's a question but... ladies... I don't bite. I wouldn't. I don't really want to spread this disease around. But, I would love to have some female company every so often so the neighbors stop assuming I'm gay. As for how I'm perceived by others, I don't really know. It's been a mixture really. Some people are terrified of what I become when I lose control, others are inspired by how much control I exert on the change and how quickly I adapted to it. Others still find my physique to be the result of my vanity. They believe I am as largely-built as I am because I want everyone to oggle me. I will defer to Justin for the answer to the next question.

Justin: I don't really know either. I don't RP him with many people so I can't really say for sure. I put him through a Mary Sue test and he scored pretty well so, not boring I hope. As for Saint... I'm pretty sure people think that they can tame her and make her love them. They just don't understand that she embodies the sort of insanity that resides in the 'beyond redemption' brand of psycho. She really is crazy. She eats people for God's sake! She won't kill or harm children though for reasons I won't reveal.

Gabriel: She's basically a stupid psycho bitch and people shouldn't WANT to put their penises anywhere near her... because she WILL tear them off and eat them. Seriously. I'm not kidding. Anyway, enemies... I don't really think I have any. I'm a pretty nice guy and I definitely try to avoid pissing people off if it can be helped. Friends? Ahh, I don't know that either. Like Justin said, I'm not really utilized much in the community so, for now, I don't think I have any enemies OR friends. That's a little depressing. I don't 'serve' anyone in the literal sense. I just work at a bank and draw a check for my eighty hours. My regular days are... as Saint would say... pretty boring. I go to work, clock out, come home, go for a run, come back, eat dinner, shower, and either read or watch TV. I don't have much of a social life. I've been out of 'the loop' as far as socializing ever since my fiance died in the same accident that took my eye and put these scars all over my chest. Well, besides being able to balance a checkbook and buy and sell stocks and fill out tax forms and build a great 401K for people, the only other special talents I have are the things I can do as a werewolf. Naturally my strength is immense, but when I'm the 'other me' it's even more insane.

Saint: Oh enough about you, you boring old mortal. You already have silver in your fur so shut up and take your bills and vitamins. People want to hear a vixen talk now, so shut your snaggletoothed howl hole. People perceive me as supple, beautiful, lusty, and graceful. Maybe even a hit of playfulness. They do so because they are weak and gullible. Every man falls to a fox's charms eventually. I am loathe to admit it but GAY-briel is right. I will eat your dick if you put it near me and I am not commanded by my master to give you pleasure. He has done this before, and I allow myself to pretend it is him I am riding. Often it is enough to force the pitifully endowed mortal to practice being a two-pump chump. I am never satisfied by mortals. As for enemies, oh I'm pretty sure everyone living is my enemy. And I'm pretty sure I have no friends. Nor do I want any. I serve my master, that is all I will say. My regular days? Oh, I wake up, often drenched in the blood of some ignorant, insignificant person who thought I was a quick lay and easy because I'm a fox. I pick my teeth with his rib bones and shower. Then I go out and generally cause mayhem or hysteria. I have thrice caused a civil war amongst a populace after misleading and exposing several political powers. Nothing like carnage and massacre in the morning. Of course, when my master beckons, I always fly to his feet, ready to serve his dark will.

Gabriel: Toldja, crazy bitch. Let's wrap this up psycho. My virtue is probably courage. My vice is... unfortunately... lust. I ah, have not yet uhm, felt the... uhh, warmth... of a woman's... uhm... ya' see...

Saint: It's not cute Gabriel. Not even a little bit. Quit stalling. He's a virgin. Closest he got was dry humping his dead fiance and getting to second base with the human form of the werewolf that bit his neck. What a pansy. Nearly thirty years old and never dipped your stick into a woman's honeypot. I actually feel sorry for you. And I don't usually 'feel', period. What can I do? Oh, you name it I can do it and have probably done it. Funny thing about kitsunes is that if I haven't done it, I can do it through illusions and misdirection. I've killed a lot of people though so, does that count as a skill? My virtue? Oh don't be rude now, we've been answering questions for the last two hours, no reason to go and insult a girl by asking her virtues. As for vices, oooh, all of them. And lastly, what do I look like? I look like sex and beauty wrapped up in a gorgeous white furred body with raven hair and red eyes. I am sex incarnate and everyone wants me, and I want them... all to die. Imagine the most beautiful thing in the world... and then imagine it's a burrito. I'd wager that Mexi-wolf here can roll a pretty quesadilla. Am I right?

Gabriel: I... hate... you... so... much. I'm answering this question quickly. I look like a wolf. A tall wolf with gray silver hair and fur, a yellow right eye, a white left eye, big canine fangs, a strong physique, sharp claws and basic fashion sense. Now, I'm out before I rip this cunt's tails off and choke her to death with them.

Saint: He just wants to touch my ass. Well, since the beaner-wolf has left, I'll say goodbye, good night, and sleep with both eyes open because I love the taste of human flesh and you look delicious.