Post by camerlengo on Jan 5, 2012 1:11:47 GMT -5
venice
OH, WRITTEN IN THE STARS, A MILLION MILES AWAY, A MESSAGE TO THE MAIN
{ name } venice.
{ species } red fox.
{ gender } reynard.
{ age } one year, six months.
{ loyalty } outsider.
{ orientation } heterosexual.
{ power } venice is of the fire element, though he has little control over it. when he's feeling particularly feisty or mischievous, his paws leave scorch marks on the ground or the tip of his tail and ears will burn a bit. he's good at controlling flames, though he finds it difficult to form them out of nothing.
{ height } sixteen inches at the shoulder.
{ weight } twelve pounds total.
{ build } venice is of average size for a fox, though on the lean side. he's lazy, and isn't an extremely skilled hunter, and his thin build really shows it. he has some muscle though, and isn't extremely small or large.
{ coat } like most red foxes, his fur is a brilliant shade of red-orange with some brown furs mixed in here and there. he has a white tail tip, again a trait of his breed, and black furs along the sides of his tail.
{ eyes } venice's eyes are a dull amber color with ovular, black pupils. there's nothing particularly special about his eyes or their color.
{ other } venice doesn't have any scars or unusual markings that are worth mentioning, though he has a somewhat rugged, handsome appearance.
{ likes } females, sunny days, being lazy, irritating others, pranking others, being playful, bright colors, himself, shameless flirting.
{ dislikes } getting wet, being told off, not being the center of attention, when his romantic advances are rejected, being embarrassed or insulted.
{ strengths } determined, quick wit, clever, romantic.
{ weaknesses } gets jealous easily, cowardly, lazy, reckless.
{ hopes } to settle down with someone who loves him for him, or to find his remaining family.
{ fears } anything bigger than him, or that the foxes who killed his family will go after him.
{ habits } he has a noticeable strut, and puffs his chest out a lot- he's rather vain.
{ secrets } he wants to settle down with someone, but he would never tell anyone this, for fear of being rejected.
{ attitude }
CASANOVA - venice is your true casanova. he has had countless flings and 'summer girls', though he hasn't really tied down to anyone in particular, and he has yet to sire any kits. he is a flirt, and will pretty much hit on any female he finds, no matter what the breed. he is a romantic at heart, and becomes irritable when his advances are met with rejection. leading him on is pretty easy, as he can be gullible when it comes to love.
ENVIOUS - venice gets jealous fairly quickly. if the spotlight isn't on him, he gets upset, and will often use ridiculous means to go about becoming the center of attention again. he will often say or do things that he doesn't mean for the sake of being seen or heard, and this has gotten him into some sticky situations in the past. in the romantic department, he becomes envious if his love interest so much as mentions another male's name, and will go about finding the male and warning him off.
COWARDLY - venice is a coward. he hates dogs and wolves, and if he so much as finds out there's a pup nearby, he'll run the opposite direction. if he can't run, instead of becoming scared and shaky, he becomes even more irritable and will snap at those around him. in life-or-death situations, he'll do most about anything to ensure that he stays alive, making him a pretty selfish creature.
LAZY - venice is honestly very lazy. he doesn't like to do anything that involves hard work, and will use his quick wits to get out of doing anything that involves physical exertion. the only exception to this is with the females- if one girl rejects his advances, he will pursue her to no end to try and win her heart. otherwise, asking him to do something for you is like asking a tree branch to dance.
CLEVER - he may be lazy, but he's a sly dog. venice, like most foxes, is very crafty and clever. he has a quick wit and knows pretty much every trick in the book, and then some. he can come up with a decent comeback within seconds, and rarely is left speechless. some would say he's intelligent, while others would just label him a 'badass' type.
{ parents } millicent {mother, deceased} and corey {father, status unknown}.
{ siblings } cisco {brother, status unknown}.
{ lovers } too many to list, though he is currently single.
{ kits } none that he knows of, at least.
{ others } no one worth mentioning.
{ events } venice's history isn't the kindest kind of history. he was born to millicent and corey, two red foxes who lived in intertwined territories, as most red fox mates do. his brother, cisco, was his best friend and playmate when they were both kits. they grew up under the fierce protection of their mother and the watchful eye of their father, having next to no contact with other foxes. when venn was a mere eight months old, a small gang of foxes stumbled upon his family's home while they were sleeping. venice hadn't been able to sleep and had gone for a walk, so he was a good distance away from the den when the foxes attacked. he came back to find his mother dead, and his father and brother missing. after the gruesome discovery, venn ran far away, and never looked back. he still doesn't know whether his father or brother are alive, or what happened to the foxes that killed his mother- though he's not sure he really wants to find out. now, he hides behind a casanova facade, and pretends the events of his past never happened.
{ name } camerlengo, or cam.
{ experience } almost four years.
{ characters } none yet.
{ codeword } code accepted by staff
{ roleplay example } Winter's shining white pelt stood out in the skeletal remains of what was once a lush, handsome forest, or so her father had once told her. The forest was devoid of life now, dead to the world and incapable of sustaining even the smallest blossom for more than a few days. It was surprising, how scarce the grass was here, and the only trees in sight were mummified from years of volcanic eruptions from the neighboring mountain. Winter knew it was a lifeless, dull place to be, though she felt it suited her mood quite well; she was still grieving over her father's death. And, though Winter knew it was irrational and illogical, she was determined to exact revenge on whatever Savages had caused her father to fall.
The white wolf stepped easily through the dead, skeletal forest. Each paw landed softly against the barren ground, and Winter was careful to avoid snapping any twigs, for the sake of preserving the morbid peace that had settled in the lifeless area. She scented the air for any sign of another living creature, but the stench of death and ash were all that she could register. Her icy blue eyes scanned the landscape as far as they could through the thinning trees. She saw nothing, and smelled nothing. Winter was confident she was completely alone.
Part of her wished that a Savage or two would appear out of nowhere- scarlet eyes wide with bloodlust, white fangs gleaming in the afternoon light, black pelts difficult to see in the barren landscape. Winter was particularly upset that this part of the world lacked snow; it was so close to the volcanic mountain that the constant heat prevented the setting of such a fragile precipitation. And, if she was to be attacked by Savages, at least she would have a clearer view of them with their dark pelts contrasting the ivory, powdery substance.
Exhaling slowly, Winter paused in her tracks. She gathered her muscles and threw her head upwards with majestic grace, letting her voice echo through the mummified landscape in a beautiful howl that only a wild-born wolf could sing. She let her voice carry far and wide, unafraid of being heard. Let them come; Savages, beasts, and other Immortals alike. She would fight them all. She would avenge her father, and prove to the others that she was more than just a silent season of ice.
