Post by Crevan on Oct 4, 2006 19:08:44 GMT -5
Name:: Crevan
Age::
4 years
Gender::
Male
Species of Fox::
Red Fox
Appearance::
Crevan has the typical appearence of a Red Fox. He is just a bit large for a fox, more muscular than normal, but otherwise, his body type if pretty predictable. His coat, too, is the same orange with black legs and ears, white maw, chest, stomach and tip of tail, though he has white toes on all four slightly larger than normal paws. This is about the only different thing about him that marks him unormal besides his size and his eyes. Crevan's eyes, unlike those of a normal fox, are forest green. They hold a very captivating and controling glint, but also a playful and humorus look to them. He movements can be very regal when he gets his legs to function correctly, but at other times he is slightly clumbsy. He has a small scar under his left eye, and quite a few others hidden under his coat.
Personality::
Crevan is an overall very nice fox. He can be very funny, and likes to joke around as much as possible and just have a good time. He gets very serious though if necissary, and is good at sorting out problems and setting them straight. He's good at being a leader, and always seems to know what's best for others, even though they may not want to admit it. He is a good fighter, even though he would always rather talk it out than fight unless circumstances prove otherwise. He deals with things very well, and sets his feelings aside to take care of others. in short, he's a very good leader and a very nice fox.
History::
Crevan was raised by his mother on the borders of Eltrym. He didn't have any siblings, though he found many others to play with, nor did he know his father. For a year he stayed with his mother until he felt it was time to explore the world some. He traveled all around Eltrym, but has never once fasted under the tree or been to it to receive his powers if he was deemed worthy. This was by mere choice. He didn't want to get his powers until he knew he was ready, and he had made sure he was far from the tree in the time of the fasting. When he was two he visited his mother, who now had a litter of two scraggly young pups, a vixen and a fox. He stayed with his mother for a while, helping her take care of his young brother and sister. He came back one day from hunting with his mother to find humans at the den, prodding at his siblings and taking them out of their den. His mother instantly went into a rage and leapt at the men, snapping and biting at them against Crevan's desperate calls. They captured his mother, and before he could do a thing, ran off with all three. Crevan had no choice but to leave after he had mourned for his mother and siblings, so he set off back into Eltrym, where he wandered for about a year. He was eventually found by the Kitsa-Kay pack and taken in happily.
Pack or Loner:: Kitsa-Kay
Desired rank in Pack:: Alpha
RP Sample::
A rather large Red Fox was walking through the darkness of the moonlit forest. His long red and black coat ruffled in a breeze as it brushed past, and his white-toed, rather large paws were placed silently on the leaf-littered ground. Briefly a shaft of moonlight came through the trees, and the fox passed under it slowly, ifting his head to gaze up at the bright, plump roundness that was following him. His captivating emerald eyes flicked back to where he was going, and sped up his pace to a trot. He held his tail behind him loosely, though slightly raised, and his ears cupped foward. All very calmly and with a little sense of leadership.
His paws finally led him to his destination. Before him lay a small cave-like den. It wasn't far from the Kitsa-Kay's own alpha den. He had been given the cave out of curtousy, and because they had no other place for him the was closer. But he liked his cave. It was calm and peaceful. With a small smile to himself, the fox leaped up onto the rock that sat outside of his cave. He circled it once, twice, three times, and then layed down, front paws hanging over the edge, head layed on them, and bushy white-tipped tail curled around himself. He sighed quietly, looking up at the moon as he sank into thought.
Crevan had been wondering about why the clan had accepted him so wholely of late. It was clear they were a very honest and kind clan, but the way the alpha looked at him, talked to him.... It was a little odd. He layed his ears back abit, shaking his head slightly. Nothing was wrong with the clan. They were being good to him, he was being even better towards them. He always managed to make all of them laugh, get them out of their seriousness. A smile tugged at his maw. He loved making others laugh, making them feel better. It was what he did best. Almost as best as he lead. Already he had sorted out a few arguements between fellow foxes in the clan and outside of it in his travels. It was always easy for him to see past who was lying and who was being truthful. All he had to do was look them in the eye, catch their eyes in his bright emerald ones, and they would tell him straight out. His smile widened a bit, and then split into a hearty yawn. Without opening his eyes afterwards, he settled back down, closed his maw, and let his mind drift into sleep to get ready for the new day....
Age::
4 years
Gender::
Male
Species of Fox::
Red Fox
Appearance::
Crevan has the typical appearence of a Red Fox. He is just a bit large for a fox, more muscular than normal, but otherwise, his body type if pretty predictable. His coat, too, is the same orange with black legs and ears, white maw, chest, stomach and tip of tail, though he has white toes on all four slightly larger than normal paws. This is about the only different thing about him that marks him unormal besides his size and his eyes. Crevan's eyes, unlike those of a normal fox, are forest green. They hold a very captivating and controling glint, but also a playful and humorus look to them. He movements can be very regal when he gets his legs to function correctly, but at other times he is slightly clumbsy. He has a small scar under his left eye, and quite a few others hidden under his coat.
Personality::
Crevan is an overall very nice fox. He can be very funny, and likes to joke around as much as possible and just have a good time. He gets very serious though if necissary, and is good at sorting out problems and setting them straight. He's good at being a leader, and always seems to know what's best for others, even though they may not want to admit it. He is a good fighter, even though he would always rather talk it out than fight unless circumstances prove otherwise. He deals with things very well, and sets his feelings aside to take care of others. in short, he's a very good leader and a very nice fox.
History::
Crevan was raised by his mother on the borders of Eltrym. He didn't have any siblings, though he found many others to play with, nor did he know his father. For a year he stayed with his mother until he felt it was time to explore the world some. He traveled all around Eltrym, but has never once fasted under the tree or been to it to receive his powers if he was deemed worthy. This was by mere choice. He didn't want to get his powers until he knew he was ready, and he had made sure he was far from the tree in the time of the fasting. When he was two he visited his mother, who now had a litter of two scraggly young pups, a vixen and a fox. He stayed with his mother for a while, helping her take care of his young brother and sister. He came back one day from hunting with his mother to find humans at the den, prodding at his siblings and taking them out of their den. His mother instantly went into a rage and leapt at the men, snapping and biting at them against Crevan's desperate calls. They captured his mother, and before he could do a thing, ran off with all three. Crevan had no choice but to leave after he had mourned for his mother and siblings, so he set off back into Eltrym, where he wandered for about a year. He was eventually found by the Kitsa-Kay pack and taken in happily.
Pack or Loner:: Kitsa-Kay
Desired rank in Pack:: Alpha
RP Sample::
A rather large Red Fox was walking through the darkness of the moonlit forest. His long red and black coat ruffled in a breeze as it brushed past, and his white-toed, rather large paws were placed silently on the leaf-littered ground. Briefly a shaft of moonlight came through the trees, and the fox passed under it slowly, ifting his head to gaze up at the bright, plump roundness that was following him. His captivating emerald eyes flicked back to where he was going, and sped up his pace to a trot. He held his tail behind him loosely, though slightly raised, and his ears cupped foward. All very calmly and with a little sense of leadership.
His paws finally led him to his destination. Before him lay a small cave-like den. It wasn't far from the Kitsa-Kay's own alpha den. He had been given the cave out of curtousy, and because they had no other place for him the was closer. But he liked his cave. It was calm and peaceful. With a small smile to himself, the fox leaped up onto the rock that sat outside of his cave. He circled it once, twice, three times, and then layed down, front paws hanging over the edge, head layed on them, and bushy white-tipped tail curled around himself. He sighed quietly, looking up at the moon as he sank into thought.
Crevan had been wondering about why the clan had accepted him so wholely of late. It was clear they were a very honest and kind clan, but the way the alpha looked at him, talked to him.... It was a little odd. He layed his ears back abit, shaking his head slightly. Nothing was wrong with the clan. They were being good to him, he was being even better towards them. He always managed to make all of them laugh, get them out of their seriousness. A smile tugged at his maw. He loved making others laugh, making them feel better. It was what he did best. Almost as best as he lead. Already he had sorted out a few arguements between fellow foxes in the clan and outside of it in his travels. It was always easy for him to see past who was lying and who was being truthful. All he had to do was look them in the eye, catch their eyes in his bright emerald ones, and they would tell him straight out. His smile widened a bit, and then split into a hearty yawn. Without opening his eyes afterwards, he settled back down, closed his maw, and let his mind drift into sleep to get ready for the new day....
