Post by F L A M E on Nov 16, 2008 13:16:25 GMT -5
Name: Alex
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Orientation: straight
Guild: Thieves
Shapeshift Form: Fox
Appearance:
((NOTE: NOT my picture. All is accurate except for dragon tattoo and collar.))
Straight but messy brown hair falls in front of chestnut colored eyes. Skin is a bit pale. Average height: about 5’8”. Slim build: Alex is strong, but he has lean muscles that don't stand out. His fox form shows itself somewhat in his human form: his arms and legs are slender, he’s a bit curvier than most guys, and his eyes are sharp. He has two cartilage piercings in one ear. His shapeshifter tattoo
is located on his inner thigh.
Alex barely ever wears anything brightly colored. He seems to always have a jacket on, whether a hoodie or a lighter jacket, no matter the weather. He'll almost always be wearing jeans, and has an assortment of Converses ranging from checkers to flames. Often wears some type of gloves, and has his ever-present iPod.
Shapeshifted: Dark midnight gray-blue fur overall. Black front and back legs. Light gray fur color from chin to the underbelly, following until the underside of tail. Inside points of eyes and ears are light gray aswell. Black bangs, and green eyes.
Personality:
Alex is a bit hotheaded of a character. He has a fierce temper if angered, and has very short patience. He always accepts challenges, whether they’re obvious or subtle, head-on and hates more than anything to have to back down. He’s blunt and sarcastic, but also has a good sense of humor. Doesn’t always think before acting, but if he tries, he can put his quick mind to any complicated task. He’s a loyal guy who’ll defend any fair person or opinion. Despite being so reckless, most of his judgments, plans, opinions, and actions seem to have a great deal of thought behind them. Trust is something to be earned with him.
History:
Alex was born the second out of three. He has one brother, older than him by three years, and a younger sister, who's five years younger.
Sample:
A brisk October wind blew dead leaves and empty candy wrappers across the cracked pavement. Claw-like branches creaked and moaned as they were chilled to the bone in the cold night air. Pale moonlight cast a silver glow over the deserted fairground. The carnival was closed for now, closed until summer came, and then the children would come, flocking, to the brightly lit games and multicolored rides, and music would spill over and the sweet smells of food and axle grease would fill the air. But not now. Now, it was Fall, and the fairgrounds had been closed until next year. Now, the bulky metal rides loomed up, their start frames silhouetted against the city sky.
A lone mass of cloud rolled in front of the moon, temporarily plunging the deserted carnival into the darkest of shadows. Nothing was visible for the next few moments until the sky cleared again, and the faint light shone down once more. The luminescence reflected off the glass in the House of Mirrors, refracting and reshaping the rays as they bounced from surface to surface. A solitary figure was partially reflected in fragments in the mirror images. he sat still among the optical walls, back leaning against one mirror. Arms hugging his knees close, the teen shivered lightly as another crisp autumn wind whistled between the zigzagged hallways. Cursing the weather, he tugged his hood lower over his head and pulled hid hands back farther into his sleeves. The wind blew brown locks into his face, and he closed his eyes, ducking his head against his knees.
Stupid.
He cursed his decision of a few hours ago. A frustrated groan escaped his mouth, and was whisked away in the wind as he ran his fingers through his hair. Stupid. Such an idiot. What do you think you would have accomplished? Nothing. And now you're hiding out here, freezing your ass off. d**n idiot.
His chestnut orbs looked up, glaring accusingly at their own reflection in the opposing mirror. He noticed that they were red, and just as he was about to blame the cold, reached up with one numb finger and realized that he was crying. Dammit!
A determined scowl on his face, Alex heaved himself to his feet and took a shaky breath. Stop crying! You can't be crying. He glanced around and hunched his shoulders against the wind once more. Okay...time to go back now. You're exhausted, and it's only going to get colder. Maybe try it again sometime later...when you're better prepared.
That voice of reason couldn't have possibly been his, but he followed it obediently anyway. Hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie, the teen left the House of Mirrors and walked along the deserted pavement toward the entrance. Shivering, he sulked, mind still not yet fully grasping what had taken place back home to cause him to run away in the first place. It had all gone by so quickly. Events were blurred together in his head, linked together only by emotional flares. What had happened? He stopped for a moment in the midst of the creaking metalwork, contemplating this for himself.
"I....don't know..."
His voice sounded strange to him; to weak and uncertain. He let out a short growl at his own self-assessment, then continued onward, toward the ticket booth at the front of the park.
But what had happened?
Just a few hours ago, 7:00 to be more exact, Alex could remember his step-dad yelling at him. The Step-Ass was demanding an explanation for...for what? Alex couldn't remember that well. No, wait: it hadn't started there. Actually, it had all begun a bit earlier...5, maybe? He and a friend had been studying...schoolwork, there was a test tomorrow. Neither of the boys had wanted to fail. If they did, then they wouldn't get a passing grade this quarter. They had been studying really hard. But...what was it? What came first-...oh:....yeah. He had heard his mom and the Step yelling. Alex had gone to see what was wrong. He found them making out on her bed....Alex had gotten upset and returned to his room. His mom hadn't even legally divorced with his father yet, but The Step was already taking advantage of her. Who did The Step-Ass think he was?! He couldn't just come in and decide how to run things! This wasn't his house!
Alex had stormed back into his room, and collapsed on the bed. His friend had come over and asked him about it, and Alex meekly answered him. The next thing he knew, his friend was kissing him on the mouth. Just then the Step-Ass had come in, seen them, and flew off the handle, yelling at Alex for his life's worth. d**n bastard. Before he was aware of his own actions, Alex had darted across the room, shoved the Step-Ass into the wall and had stormed out of the house.
And he had come to the fairgrounds.
Now, as he trudged wearily back home, he felt his fiery temper rising up once more against the Step-Ass. He felt the urge to yell at him, to scream out how he despised that man, how he should leave Alex's mom alone. She was too good for him, anyways. The teen let out an angered shout, then jumped in surprise when a beam of light swung in his direction.
"Who's there?"
Alex's hands were out of his pockets and in front of him in a defensive stance, and he halted in the walkway. Who was tha-...
"This is Police! You are trespassing on private property! Show yourself!"
The light -it was from a flashlight, Alex was certain,- bobbed closer from around the corner of a food stand, and Alex frowned. d**n! He should have been more careful! He glanced warily around, then made a dash to his left.
"Hey!" The Patrol officer was in sight now, scanning the grounds with his flashlight. Alex found himself between two more stands. He stepped back carefully, hands outstretched behind him, eyes glued to the figure of the police officer just a few yards away. "Come out, I know you're here!" The light seemed to move in slow motion in the adolescent's direction.
Alex made a move to run, and nearly crashed headfirst into the wooden wall. Crap! He was trapped! He spun around, staring into the darkness, watching the light as it pierced through the blindness toward him. Five yards, two yards, one yard, two feet...
"Hey!" The policeman exclaimed as his light fell upon the figure between the two stands. "What's a fox doing here?"
The canine twitched its tail in annoyance and glowered at the officer.
"Heh, okay, then. Run along, little foxy. See here, I thought you were a person! Some trespasser you are. Imagine me taking you in."
The oddly colored vulpine let out a sharp bark, and the officer took a startled step back. Raising his hands in front of him, he made a shrugging apology.
"Well, sorry little fella. I'll leave you be, now." He watched the fox warily. "...Don't eat me now, ya hear....?"
The officer turned to leave, and the fox slunk out of the dead end, then darted down the pavement and out the entrance. It's dark, glittering orbs watched the flashlight's beam disappear as it rounded another corner.
"Idiot," the vulpine barked. The four slender legs trotted swiftly and the fox was on its way into the darkness. "Now...lets see how much trouble the Step-Ass is gonna have for me."
Other: Nope
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Orientation: straight
Guild: Thieves
Shapeshift Form: Fox
Appearance:
Human:
((NOTE: NOT my picture. All is accurate except for dragon tattoo and collar.))
Straight but messy brown hair falls in front of chestnut colored eyes. Skin is a bit pale. Average height: about 5’8”. Slim build: Alex is strong, but he has lean muscles that don't stand out. His fox form shows itself somewhat in his human form: his arms and legs are slender, he’s a bit curvier than most guys, and his eyes are sharp. He has two cartilage piercings in one ear. His shapeshifter tattoo
is located on his inner thigh.Alex barely ever wears anything brightly colored. He seems to always have a jacket on, whether a hoodie or a lighter jacket, no matter the weather. He'll almost always be wearing jeans, and has an assortment of Converses ranging from checkers to flames. Often wears some type of gloves, and has his ever-present iPod.
Shapeshifted: Dark midnight gray-blue fur overall. Black front and back legs. Light gray fur color from chin to the underbelly, following until the underside of tail. Inside points of eyes and ears are light gray aswell. Black bangs, and green eyes.
Personality:
Alex is a bit hotheaded of a character. He has a fierce temper if angered, and has very short patience. He always accepts challenges, whether they’re obvious or subtle, head-on and hates more than anything to have to back down. He’s blunt and sarcastic, but also has a good sense of humor. Doesn’t always think before acting, but if he tries, he can put his quick mind to any complicated task. He’s a loyal guy who’ll defend any fair person or opinion. Despite being so reckless, most of his judgments, plans, opinions, and actions seem to have a great deal of thought behind them. Trust is something to be earned with him.
History:
Alex was born the second out of three. He has one brother, older than him by three years, and a younger sister, who's five years younger.
Sample:
A brisk October wind blew dead leaves and empty candy wrappers across the cracked pavement. Claw-like branches creaked and moaned as they were chilled to the bone in the cold night air. Pale moonlight cast a silver glow over the deserted fairground. The carnival was closed for now, closed until summer came, and then the children would come, flocking, to the brightly lit games and multicolored rides, and music would spill over and the sweet smells of food and axle grease would fill the air. But not now. Now, it was Fall, and the fairgrounds had been closed until next year. Now, the bulky metal rides loomed up, their start frames silhouetted against the city sky.
A lone mass of cloud rolled in front of the moon, temporarily plunging the deserted carnival into the darkest of shadows. Nothing was visible for the next few moments until the sky cleared again, and the faint light shone down once more. The luminescence reflected off the glass in the House of Mirrors, refracting and reshaping the rays as they bounced from surface to surface. A solitary figure was partially reflected in fragments in the mirror images. he sat still among the optical walls, back leaning against one mirror. Arms hugging his knees close, the teen shivered lightly as another crisp autumn wind whistled between the zigzagged hallways. Cursing the weather, he tugged his hood lower over his head and pulled hid hands back farther into his sleeves. The wind blew brown locks into his face, and he closed his eyes, ducking his head against his knees.
Stupid.
He cursed his decision of a few hours ago. A frustrated groan escaped his mouth, and was whisked away in the wind as he ran his fingers through his hair. Stupid. Such an idiot. What do you think you would have accomplished? Nothing. And now you're hiding out here, freezing your ass off. d**n idiot.
His chestnut orbs looked up, glaring accusingly at their own reflection in the opposing mirror. He noticed that they were red, and just as he was about to blame the cold, reached up with one numb finger and realized that he was crying. Dammit!
A determined scowl on his face, Alex heaved himself to his feet and took a shaky breath. Stop crying! You can't be crying. He glanced around and hunched his shoulders against the wind once more. Okay...time to go back now. You're exhausted, and it's only going to get colder. Maybe try it again sometime later...when you're better prepared.
That voice of reason couldn't have possibly been his, but he followed it obediently anyway. Hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie, the teen left the House of Mirrors and walked along the deserted pavement toward the entrance. Shivering, he sulked, mind still not yet fully grasping what had taken place back home to cause him to run away in the first place. It had all gone by so quickly. Events were blurred together in his head, linked together only by emotional flares. What had happened? He stopped for a moment in the midst of the creaking metalwork, contemplating this for himself.
"I....don't know..."
His voice sounded strange to him; to weak and uncertain. He let out a short growl at his own self-assessment, then continued onward, toward the ticket booth at the front of the park.
But what had happened?
Just a few hours ago, 7:00 to be more exact, Alex could remember his step-dad yelling at him. The Step-Ass was demanding an explanation for...for what? Alex couldn't remember that well. No, wait: it hadn't started there. Actually, it had all begun a bit earlier...5, maybe? He and a friend had been studying...schoolwork, there was a test tomorrow. Neither of the boys had wanted to fail. If they did, then they wouldn't get a passing grade this quarter. They had been studying really hard. But...what was it? What came first-...oh:....yeah. He had heard his mom and the Step yelling. Alex had gone to see what was wrong. He found them making out on her bed....Alex had gotten upset and returned to his room. His mom hadn't even legally divorced with his father yet, but The Step was already taking advantage of her. Who did The Step-Ass think he was?! He couldn't just come in and decide how to run things! This wasn't his house!
Alex had stormed back into his room, and collapsed on the bed. His friend had come over and asked him about it, and Alex meekly answered him. The next thing he knew, his friend was kissing him on the mouth. Just then the Step-Ass had come in, seen them, and flew off the handle, yelling at Alex for his life's worth. d**n bastard. Before he was aware of his own actions, Alex had darted across the room, shoved the Step-Ass into the wall and had stormed out of the house.
And he had come to the fairgrounds.
Now, as he trudged wearily back home, he felt his fiery temper rising up once more against the Step-Ass. He felt the urge to yell at him, to scream out how he despised that man, how he should leave Alex's mom alone. She was too good for him, anyways. The teen let out an angered shout, then jumped in surprise when a beam of light swung in his direction.
"Who's there?"
Alex's hands were out of his pockets and in front of him in a defensive stance, and he halted in the walkway. Who was tha-...
"This is Police! You are trespassing on private property! Show yourself!"
The light -it was from a flashlight, Alex was certain,- bobbed closer from around the corner of a food stand, and Alex frowned. d**n! He should have been more careful! He glanced warily around, then made a dash to his left.
"Hey!" The Patrol officer was in sight now, scanning the grounds with his flashlight. Alex found himself between two more stands. He stepped back carefully, hands outstretched behind him, eyes glued to the figure of the police officer just a few yards away. "Come out, I know you're here!" The light seemed to move in slow motion in the adolescent's direction.
Alex made a move to run, and nearly crashed headfirst into the wooden wall. Crap! He was trapped! He spun around, staring into the darkness, watching the light as it pierced through the blindness toward him. Five yards, two yards, one yard, two feet...
"Hey!" The policeman exclaimed as his light fell upon the figure between the two stands. "What's a fox doing here?"
The canine twitched its tail in annoyance and glowered at the officer.
"Heh, okay, then. Run along, little foxy. See here, I thought you were a person! Some trespasser you are. Imagine me taking you in."
The oddly colored vulpine let out a sharp bark, and the officer took a startled step back. Raising his hands in front of him, he made a shrugging apology.
"Well, sorry little fella. I'll leave you be, now." He watched the fox warily. "...Don't eat me now, ya hear....?"
The officer turned to leave, and the fox slunk out of the dead end, then darted down the pavement and out the entrance. It's dark, glittering orbs watched the flashlight's beam disappear as it rounded another corner.
"Idiot," the vulpine barked. The four slender legs trotted swiftly and the fox was on its way into the darkness. "Now...lets see how much trouble the Step-Ass is gonna have for me."
Other: Nope
