{ rift } no one mourns the wicked

[aftershock]

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THEY SAY BE AFRAID, YOU'RE NOT LIKE THE OTHERS, FUTURISTIC LOVER

{ name } Rift
{ species } Red fox
{ gender } Reynard
{ age } Four years and ten months; appears to be two years and five months
{ loyalty } Outsider; may attempt troop take over
{ orientation } Heterosexual... mostly.
{ power } Rift is a unique fox in that he has four abilities, all of which play off each other quite nicely. From his birth, he was faster, stronger and had more acute senses than most and he uses this to his full advantage, though few know about this particular power. He also has the joy of electromagnetism and all of its perks, except lightning manipulation - he deems this an appropriate sacrifice considering his last power. Time. And trust me, he adores it. When it comes to an adrenaline rush, his control is superb - otherwise, when he's trying to sort out how it works, with no stimulation, his control is dangerously lacking at best, at least in regards to the time portion of his powers. The rest, he deems simple-minded and can often control with the flick of an ear or a mere thought. He also has the ability to heal, but this is limited to a slowed aging rate and such a fast healing rate that fatal blows have failed to kill him in the past - it makes him quite fearless.

{ height } Eighteen inches
{ weight } Twenty two pounds
{ build } Despite the puff of his fur, Rift is in fact quite thin boned. Were it not for his enhanced strength, he would probably be broken in half by now, with foxes lined up to do it too. His face, in proportion to his body, seems small and refined, with slightly-too-large ears resting atop it.
{ coat } Usually longer than it has to be, for reasons no one knows, not even him, Rift always appears to be a bit of a fluff ball. The joke was that he had some arctic fox in him, but those rumors were quickly stopped. The coloring is a unique type of cross, a faded platinum cross, with pale orange fur that is tinted with silver and black along his hind end, tail and face. Even his legs have less black than is typically expected.
{ eyes } Often narrowed for no reason other than they can be, Rift's eyes are a deep brown that, when part closed like that, appear black. Should he open them to the light properly, you would find flecks of gold in them. Few, yes, but they are present and have captivated many a vixen, and a few reynards too.
{ other } Are you kidding me? He's flawless and proud of it!

{ likes } Himself, being right, himself, those who match him intellectually, himself, confusing others with his power, himself, keeping secrets (on occasion) .... oh, and did I mention himself?
{ dislikes } Idiots, being wrong, being told not to do something(not that he listens), those who try to get in his way, those who doubt his brilliance, those who torture others
{ strengths } Very smart, his powers, can lie without you ever knowing
{ weaknesses } Ego(and occasional lack thereof) gets in the way, tends to be self-centered, mood swings
{ hopes } To see all foxes equal, powers or not. Not that he'd tell you this, of course.
{ fears } Being captured and tortured again.
{ habits } Tends to have difficulty staying still or sleeping
{ secrets } Pretty much his whole history - he replaces the bad things with better things that leave you wondering how he ended up with such a twisted personality. He also believes he is a monster for what he has done, though the fact he believes himself a monster isn't always kept a proper secret.
{ attitude }

acquired taste,

Rift can be, and has been, described as an "acquired taste". Unfortunately, this is very much true. His mood shifts and flies around as if he has multiple personalities, though he doesn't. One minute, he'll be calm, cool, collected and civil. The next, he'll be wildly ecstatic and excited, or perhaps even murderous if the moment so strikes him. It's unpredictable at best until you get to know him and his motives, and even then you might be grasping at straws a little bit to figure him out.

sense of humour,

He's the kind to tell a joke, usually dry, sarcastic humor, at the wrong time. It isn't that he doesn't recognize it as a bad time, either - it's that he truly doesn't care. Every time is the right time to him, whether you think so or not. This is caused, in part, by a sort of nonchalance about his life. He's a bit flippant about almost everything, and this is where that side of him really, truly shines.

noble,

He doesn't hold much regard for any sort of rules, not unless it pleases him at that moment in time, and so he is often being labeled as the bad guy. This isn't always true, mind you. Hidden deep, deep, deep down in his psyche is a truly noble side that would give his life for a close friend or someone he loves. This side, actually, was what turned him into what he is now - not that anyone in the clan knows that. The problem with this is that it shows itself so rarely now, and there is almost always something in it for him when it does. If you're lucky, that something is the thought of your company in the future, though don't count on it. It's probably something much more complicated, like you're a better hunter than he is and you've been feeding him. He thinks of himself first and foremost. If being the good guy will increase the chance of his survival, or the survival of someone he might need to help him in the future, then trust me, he'll be the good guy, no questions asked.

intellectual,

You can't deny his brilliance, even if you want to. He earns the title of "genius" with relative ease. He's able to think ridiculously far in the future and plan ahead pretty well, when he wants to. Some presume this is a side effect of being in tune with time as he is, though he'd rather think it's his own intellect that he would have had with or without his power.

actor,

He is usually brutally honest, often exaggerating the truth and making it hurt all the more. Don't mistake this for an inability to lie, however - if it suits him, he can lie straight to your face and never blink an eye, with no indication of if he's truthful or not. It drives others crazy that he can sit there and not care whether what he says is truth or not, but the thing is, he does care. He cares about which one will suit his needs better - after all, he's got to pretend he thinks himself far more important than you will ever be.

vicious temper,

For all his supposed self-control, Rift has quite the temper. It might not be displayed all the time, but he isn't exactly hard to piss off. He'll growl and grumble and openly ignore you at first, and this is where you should stop. Those who don't end up in a whirlwind of rage, and friend or not, he can and will tear you to shreds. You've been forewarned.

lack of confidence,

He puts on quite the show, seeming rather "out there" and hard to hold down, as if he's high on life and nothing could ever bring him down. But, that's not the truth. He's not "all that" and his ego is very easy to bruise - because it isn't all that real to begin with. Watch what you say, or you'll find him in a downward spiral that you might not get him of for quite a few days. And a depressed Rift is not a fun Rift.

caring,

He'd hide it to his dying breathe if he could, be deep down, once he decides you're his, you'll never get rid of the guy. Ever. And, yeah, true, he might not always show he cares in a way you can understand, but he tries. When he's trying, that when you can get a glimpse into just how fractured apart this poor fox is, for he'll find himself at a loss for words or overcompensating for something that he knows he's lacking in. If you're "his," you deserve the best. Far better than he knows how to give - in his opinion.

potentially suicidal,

Don't get me wrong - he's not about to go drown himself in the ocean on purpose. As such, he isn't truly suicidal. Nor is he crazy, as proven by his clear and concise judgments. However, his lack of regard for his own life has caused him to be considered both crazy and suicidal. If faced with a whole pack, he will gladly stand up to them on his own to save another, if that other is deemed worthy of being saved. It is his twisted form of trying to prove to himself he's worth something - and he definitely believes his death is better than yours, even if he'd never, ever actually admit it out loud.

{ parents } Sophia and Thomas, deceased
{ siblings } Jezebelle and Carter, alive, six years and ten months
{ lovers } None
{ kits } None
{ others } Seraphim, deceased, fake lover/torturer
{ events }

In general, he was hardly an unusual kit. He was born to a pair of wanderers, Sophia and Thomas, along with two other kits, Jezebelle and Carter. He, in turn, was named Michael. Perhaps not the most unique names, but they served their purpose. He grew quickly, as all kits seem to do, learning to play and hunt and fight as best one could. By twelve months, he had left the area in which his parents and siblings resided - he wanted adventure, and lots of it.

Interesting tales would, indeed, find him - though not nearly as many as he leads you to believe. The most life-altering, perhaps, and the one he tell none about, was meeting Seraphim. She was, as her name suggested, an angel - at least to him. But things were not as they seemed. She reeled him in, like a fish on a hook. By fifteen months old, he thought they were both in love.

He was wrong.

For the first time she took him back to where she slept, he was, naturally, excited to see what sort of place she lived in. She had told him of its grandeur, of its plentiful food - the reasons she kept it hidden, making sure she could trust him, you see. Except, it wasn't grand at all. When he arrived, he was overpowered and shoved down into a pit filled with fearful, bloodied foxes; other captives, all without powers. Their captors all had a power of some sort. It would seem Seraphim was not an angel or a loner at all, but a member in a troop who tortured and fought and killed other foxes for fun. He was given the name Rift, something that has since stuck.

For five months he suffered battle upon battle, fighting for so much as a scrap of food, or a drop of water. Unlike some, he was never so desperate to resort to cannibalizing the fallen. Then again, he was one of the better fighters, and those that won for a whole day got fed a very small portion of food. It sickened him, but he consoled himself with the thought that the last battle of every day was against one of his captors, not one of the captured. He made sure to kill one every chance he got.

Except one day, he woke up to being pulled out of the pit. He was shoved at food and water, and told to fill himself. He didn't dare ask why, scarfing down as much as he could, nearly making himself sick. He was then offered the chance to join them - and save himself by doing so. Instantly, walls went up and the acting began. He said yes - and in the process fooled them into thinking they could trust him. They thought he was afraid of them because of what they'd done. But he wasn't - he'd been keeping his powers a secret as well. By the next day, their camp was devastated, the captives set free, and all of them left dead. He would say he has never looked back, but yet the memories haunt him at every turn and the lifestyle has left its mark.

{ name } Aftershock
{ experience } Nine years
{ characters } Hallie, Sorren and Arienne
{ codeword } Code accepted by staff
{ roleplay example } See Hallie's application

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