Post by Boss ` on Jan 4, 2008 15:28:29 GMT -5
**Note: I realize that his appearance descrip. is crappy. I just didn't know what else to put about such a small guy haha. And I know you guys don't have any other foxes, I thought I'd mix it up. And I have a wolf character I will probably bring in.
Name: Bosskouvah.
Please call me: Boss.
Gender: Male.
Clan: None. [Would be found in more temperate climate boards]
Rank: Loner, always.
Age: Approx. 2 Yrs of age.
Breed/Species: Red fox.
Short Description: Petite, exceptionally intelligent, sarcastic, enigmatic, and very very orangey.
Appearance:
For starters, Boss is a rather small fox. He was the runt of his litter, and he won’t be able to grow into a long legged hunting machine [Small game of course]. His ears, somewhat, appear too big for his head and yet they quite suit him. His build is mostly delicate and lithe, like any other fox and it is assumed that he will probably remain on the smaller side. His face is very well defined, and symmetrical; heart-shaped, with his average sized, thin snout at the end.
The front half of his body is primarily a light tangerine color. But the back end of his small frame, has strands of black and dark brown. The same pattern can be found on the front of his face. All four of his paws up to his knees and the tips of his ears are onyx black. His chin, chest and the tip of his bushy tail is a clean, snowy color. His eyes aren’t anything special though, simply a dark bronze color, they become a slightly lighter chocolate brown at night.
Personality:
Boss wasn’t nicknamed Boss for nothing. If anything this brilliant little ball of orange fluff knows he deserves respect and he demands it. Not so much domineering, but more so proud and slightly conceited. He knows he’s clever, handsome, and funny; therefore he assumes that others should know and acknowledge it. Now don’t go thinking he’s unlikable due to his inflated ego, he is just as charming as the next guy and will be decent company. He loves to crack sarcastic remarks, as he is not rather optimistic. He enjoys laughter and it isn’t unusual for this kid to flirt nonchalantly, and harmlessly for the most part. Generally this guy is pretty easygoing, and won’t start crap where crap doesn’t need to be started.
On a slightly darker note, when angered he can be a small force to be trifled with. He is hurtful with words, and is quick as could be. He knows very well that he couldn’t possibly take down a fully grown dog, let alone a wolf; but he has ways to hurt others and don’t underestimate his vengefulness. This is where the craftiness of his breed comes into play. Though he is mostly a high-morals kind of fox, he is not above sneaking around, stealing, or possibly destroying things that are of high value. It is suggested you don’t get on his bad side.
History:
Boss was born into quite a large family, with five other siblings. It just so happens he was the only male, and the runt. His father had been always slightly disappointed with him, but Boss brushed it off pretty easily. He was more interested in playing, chasing other girls, and arguing with his sister. His father perceived him to be just immature and stupid, which wasn’t the case at all. He was probably more intelligible than all of his sisters combined. They wanted him to settle down with a mate, and have children as soon as he reached the age of two. Boss, having different plans in mind, left his home shortly after his parents made their wishes clear. Since then, he’s roamed everywhere and become a sort of rouge.
RP Sample: [Diff. character]
The air itself was more like a solid rather than gas. Every intake of breath was hard going down his throat, freezing his trachea with the chilling feel of winter. His breathing remained steady and calm, despite the sharp pain that his lungs gave with every inhale. After a few moments of waking up, he exhausted a great sigh and shifted his weight slightly. His clean gray eyes reluctantly opened themselves and glanced around. He was definitely alone, he wasn't surprised by this though. He usually went to bed alone, so waking up alone was no shocker. The wolf, the he, was sort of a loner deep down inside anyways.
He heaved his tall figure off the frozen ground, and took a few shaky steps forward. He would need to take a short jog to get his blood pumping and naturally heat his body up. His steps grew into longer strides that fit the length of his legs and his breath quickened ever so slightly. He lept off a few ledges and onto more stable footing, the pack he belonged to was set in the mountains. So there were many ledges and plateaus with caves, which is where he usually slept.
He came to a sudden stop, at the base of his plateau, as a loud howl rung out through the mountain tops. He turned his head to face the direction of the howl. He blinked a few times, before coming to the conclusion that it was most likely Epidemic that had made the call. What for, he wasn't quite sure. Another noise caught his attention though, the distressed cries of whom he assumed was Lautari; one of the females in the pack.
"Greetings, sorry about your breakfast being stolen." He murmured sheepishly as he showed himself to her. Taking a few slow steps in her direction. His gray eyes fell to her warm honey colored, they were definitely more interesting than his own. Even her coat had more personality than that of his own. Hers was a brilliant mix of gray, black, and cream. His was bluntly the color of nightfall. Onyx black. But he supposed that was unique enough, considering he was the only black currently in his pack. Or at least that he had met. He blinked vividly once more, before returning his attention to Lautari.[/size]
