GET YOURS TODAY: Recovered Character Biographies

RabidFox · Last edited by RabidFox on Sat Jul 25, 2009 9:11 pm; edited 23 times in total

I will be posting links to character biographies in this thread as we recover them. If you would like one of your character biographies recovered or all of them, don't be shy to leave a request in this thread. I have nothing better to do anyway, and there are some other users helping out, too. Most character biographies are recoverable, except for those that may be posted several pages into a thread that may not have been cached on Google. If your character's biography was on the first page of a thread, it's more than likely saved in Google's caches and we can re-post it on the forum.

If you would rather retrieve your own character biographies, you can find out how to do so here.

In alphabetical order for convenience, I present an easily navigable Table of Contents. Search the Table of Contents for your original Feila username, and then under your username you will find a list of recovered character biographies. Click the name of the character that you would like to see, and you will be taken to the corresponding post.

Please re-post your character biographies in the Entrance Hall once they have been recovered. These links will become broken once the forum is moved to the new server on Twilightus, and it will take sometime to update all of the links. Thank you.

Table of Contents

JamesG
Andre Divinney III
Captain Trajan Lyall
Cyril Forthshire
Drystan Sigismund
Nikolaus Skjöldebrand

JustinG
Arbis
Banastre McTavish
David Apthorpe
Ellyll Cysgood
Hayden Lowell
Judis "The Gremlin"
Loge
Matthew Nevis
Mingus
Norvus
Red LeCrimson
Richard Hathaway
Ritch Eld
Saul Prichard
Silas
Quincy Kanghes

Got enough characters, Justin?

Leonal
Leonal Dexler

Madame
Prince Willis Bree

RabidFox
Olivier Emeric Girard
Trilok of the Nivrutti

Rackenhammer
Lord Miles von Wexlar

Zeru
Aros

Damn, you guys sure have made me sing the alphabet a lot. I don't think I'll ever be able to eat soup again.

P.S. I've posted a ton of characters in this thread, but I just haven't listed them all yet in the Table of Contents. You may want to try scanning this thread for any of your characters. If you don't see them, send me a request for back-up. You may also find your character floating around in the Back-up Files forum.

RabidFox · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 12:42 pm Post subject: JamesG: Nikolaus Skjöldebrand

((Note: Rike Arktik is the native Islander's name for the Arctic Islands.))

Name: His Serene Majesty Nikolaus Skjöldebrand, King of Rike Arktik, Duke of Slimtla
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Arctic Wolf

Appearance: Nikolaus stands short at 5'5", below the Arctic Wolf average. He has thickly matted white fur, a pudgy body, not uncommon in Arctic wolves, and light orange eyes. Most of this detail however, is lost to his extensive clothing. As with most furs in the Arctic, he wears the white pelts of hunted animals, which have been expertly fashioned into a robe that reaches the floor, and thick fur leggings. The robe has buttons from his waist all the way up to Nikolaus' neck. Over the top of that is a thicker cloak of furs, but this time the pieces of fur have been cut into squares. The individual squares have been either left white, dyed red, or dyed black, then woven together to form an exotic cloak of red, black and white chequered fur. It is done up with a clasp around the king's neck. His paws are covered by gloves of skin, dyed black, similar to the black boots he wears over the leggings.

History: Nikolaus had the position of Kingship thrust upon him at a relatively early age. Previously, he had simply enjoyed life, learning from his old father about the kingdom, practising his magical ability with Ice and Snow, as is traditional for monarchs of Rike Arktik. Nikolaus had no training in weaponry, as the Palace in Slimtla where he grew up was guarded constantly by the Royal Riddare, the guards of the palace. By most standards, he was laid back, cheery, and enjoyed travelling around the islands. But when his father died, he was coronated in the Great Hall of the Palace, with hundreds of important Islanders looking upon him. His nerves since then had become increasingly frayed. With little family left, much less any with any clue about ruling, Nikolaus has so far been a successful ruler. His duties are to meet with his Barons once a year to make sure all the fiefs are still in order, and to generally oversee the politics of the island, both inernally and dealing wth outside nations.

At first the young king worried that he was missing some important thing he should be doing. But soon he understood that governing Rike Arktik was not too stressful, his barons generally looked after their fiefs in the unchanging manner, and the politics really only became difficult when dealing with foreign nations. The nation generally went about its business. One thing that did change dramatically for Nikolaus, or Nik as he was called affectionately by family and friends. He became His Serene Majesty, a title that held seemingly unlimited respect and reverence from all he meets, from nobles to barons to advisors. He is aware of the responsibility and power in his own two paws, and means to use it for the good of his nation.

Upon becoming king, he took it upon himself to travel around his kingdom to see it's situation for himself. He began with touring Slimtla with his guards and advisors, then crossing the sea to Andalsnes and worked his way around Talini, Ertla, Gelta and Chiup, even visiting the town of Narvik, the most difficult of all the towns to access. The inspection revealing life went on well, Nik returned to Slimtla satisfied that the Arctic was safe with him.

Personality: Having been treated well in life, he is optimistic, cheery, friendly, has a large sense of duty, enjoys life in the palace and abroad and relaxing. He dislikes swimming, though the royal bathroom has fire-heated bath water. Enjoys foreign food, and takes an avid interest in travellers from abroad. He gets nervous at the prospect of politics.

RabidFox · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 12:44 pm Post subject: JamesG: Cyril Forthshire

Name: Cyril Forthshire
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Weasel
Voice: Sounds like his nose is permanently blocked, hence pronouncing words like "nose" and mister" as "dose" and "misdah". Slight British accent, which is nowhere near as strong as James'.

Appearance: A white shirt with 'puffy' sleeves, and white pants. He often carries a very roughly made cricket bat, without any apparent knowledge of how to play any such ball game. Brown boots which are nowhere near as high as anybody else's, they only reach past his ankles. His fur is light brown, fluffy, and short. His eyes are a light blue. Cyril has no scarring, is not a warrior, and so is very light, with not a great deal of muscle nor fat. His tail is very smooth, and of normal length.

Biography: Cyril was born into a good home, first off. Not quite the aristocracies and formalities and general snobbiness of the Knights, and wealthy lords, but a decent place nonetheless. Unfortunately, a problem was noticed fairly late on in Cyril's development. He was a very polite boy, always saying his p's and q's, and opening doors for people and being kind and the like. But there was always a kind of naivete abut him, a general lack of knowledge. Things just didn't click. For instance, when his tutor once said .""Repeat after me: The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dogs." Cyril said "Well, he'd better get running soon after dat, miss, 'cause dem dog's don't sound too friendly, like." It then took the tutor ten minutes to get off the subject of how friendly the dogs were, and convincing Cyril that the fox would be OK.

Cyril then made his way out into the world as a cheery, smiling weasel who simply missed the point of everything anyone said to him, and stating the rather obvious. He also has a habit of correcting people, as if they were children, and once told and archer that "You should put dat down before you accidently shoot the target, right?". Cyril also has an extreme habit of blabbering, chattering and completely getting off subject. At one point, when having a discussion about his running ability he somehow managed to get off topic so much they ended up having a heated debate over whether or not one had to play an F flat in the 1812 Overture on the trumpet. Which is quite odd seeing as Cyril has no musical ability, is tone deaf, and as a result cannot sing anything pleasing to the ear, and somehow can butcher the words to a song as simple as "Happy Birthday". Also, whenever speaking to someone, Cyril will refer to them as "Mr." or "Miss", and then their name, whether he only knows there first name or not, so Cyril talking to someone called 'John', would always say "Mister John".

Cyril may VERY easily misinterpet anything said to him, or anything done to him. He is generally a happy fellow, but is EXTREMELY energetic and clumsy, and can often accidentally demolish a kitchen in an attempt to make a cup of tea. His speech often get's mixed up, and he may often use wrong words, for example when he was trying to say "Let's go into the village" he somehow accidentally said "Let's get into the spillage", causing a great deal of confusion. Despite all this, Cyril is a good and helpful person, even when his 'help' can result in absolute chaos. Also note he has no concept of sarcasm, and is exceedingly willing to believe anything he is told.

((Sorry if this is a bit short))

MODERN VERSION

Is essentially the same in all manners and appearances, except with modern clothing, but is also training to be a firefighter, or as he puts it "A fireman."

RabidFox · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 12:47 pm Post subject: JamesG: Captain Trajan Lyall

Name: Captain Trajan Lyall
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Bengal Tiger
Voice: Stutters occasionally, British accent, young.

Appearance: Trajan is a young tiger, and was rather skinny until joining His Majesty's Edwinish Army, where his strength and stamina was greatly improved by campaigns, training and drills. He wears the distinct red uniform of the Edwinish Army, long red frock coat with black facings, indicating his regiment, the 35th Regiment of Foote, gold lining and buttons. On his head a black tricorne with gold lining, a white cravat, black boots, black breeches and black and gold waistcoat. He is armed with two flintlock pistols, one dress sword, with gold braid on the handle, and has been trained to use a musket and bayonet, should the need arise. Usually carries one into battle. His curly black hair is tied up by a black ribbon. He usually appears to have a wide eyed expression on his face, but this may be just due to his post in the Territory of the Ravens.

Picture of uniform (Best I could find, the guy in the centre looking like he's taking a large step):

History: Trajan was born in the capital of Edwin, to rich parents, whom unfortunately never seemed to have time to spend with their son. Instead, he befriended the servants, and so despite his rigorous lessons on how to behave like a proper gentlefur, he also got a perspective of both lower and upper class Edwin. At 15 years old, Trajan's father, who had been in the army before him, bought him a commission, and the adolescent tiger became an Ensign in the Edwinish Army. It was quite hard work to be fit for duty, but, as with his servants, Trajan gained insight to the much more difficult lives of the soldiers, who were generally from the lowest pits of Edwinish society. Criminals, bankrupt furs, young fellows from families that could no longer support them and more.

Trajan proved his worth early on in the war against Domus, as his leadership of a small platoon was, to the soldiers, infinitely better than the fat, stupid senior officers of the first campaign, who spouted ridiculous euphemisms on the glory of war, but never did anything themselves, and had a complete disinterest into the minds of their soldiers. Trajan's ability to keep them motivated, understanding what they could and could not do whilst keeping up with all that they were required to do, found the soldiers storming the key garrison of a Domus emplacement and winning a decisive victory. Promotion to the young, intelligent Trajan was swift.

The senior army officers felt, however, that a fur so young with a higher rank might lead to anxiety of his ability to control larger amounts of furs. However, his father had been an eminent figure in the Army, so they had to keep him at his rank. The solution was to ship him off to the colonies in the Territory of the Ravens, where they assumed all would be peaceful and quiet. Within the year of landing there, Trajan was promoted to captain due to the staving off of Piriqui, the aggressive native inhabitants, and the Domus colonies, whom had unexpectedly started a military campaign. The fighting of the Territory theatre of war had begun.

Due to communication failure between forts of Edwin in the Territory, Trajan found himself besieged, along with 2000 soldiers, officers and 1000 civilians, who had escaped from their settlements, in Fort Martin. The arrival of the Domus 15 inch mortar soon rendered the fort to submission, after a heated exchange of cannon fire. The commanding officer sent for reinforcements from the nearby Fort Godric, but astoundingly, the officer there refused to send reinforcements, leaving Captain Trajan, his superiors and the furs under his command to the Domus artillery. It seemed the tiger's luck was turning for the worse.

Personality: Trajan is obedient in the face of his superiors, and calm in the face of enemies, though his eyes always seem to give a wide-eyed stare. Among the soldiers, he keeps relatively quiet, and watches them with interest, but does not hold himself higher than them, as he knows that the constant unpleasant attitude of his commanders creates feelings of aggression and lowers morale. He is very much in control of his detachment of the 35th Regiment of Foote, and is in the habit of often arranging practise drills. He is generally polite to just about anyone, including the enemy. Doesn't like the water, can't swim. Has no problem with heights or small spaces. A fond horse rider, though he has not ridden for a while since coming to the Territory.

The Regimental Colours of the 35th Regiment of Foote:

RabidFox · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 1:07 pm Post subject: RabidFox: Olivier Emeric Girard

Name: Olivier Emeric Girard (o-lee-veer eh-meh-rihk juh-rahrd)

"Well, you see, there's two Girard's that work here, so people just call me Olivier. The other Girard is my father, so he gets dibs by being a vieillard, I suppose."

Vieillard is French for an old man.

It is considered impolite to address a Domish person by their given name unless the addressee is a friend or family. In the workplace, male employees usually go by their surname while dropping the title of Monsieur.

Gender: Male
Age: 38
Race:
Order/Family/Genus/Species
Carnivora/Herpestidae/Suricata/Suricata suricatta
Laymen Terminology
Meerkat

Height: 5'9"
Weight: A healthy thin

Birthplace: Aquilon, Artois, Domus
Residence: Rennes, Brittany, Domus

"I was born on one coast, and raised on the other."

Accent: Domish (French)

Primary Education: Highschool Diploma
Secondary Education: Vocational Certificate in Woodworking

Occupational Position: Woodworker
Employer: DuPont Woodworking Company
Salary: $12.50 Hourly, $26,000 Annually
Type: Full-time, 8 hours a day, 40-hour work week, weekends off
Shift: First shift, 8:00 AM to 5:00 PM, one hour lunch break at 12:00 PM

Physics:

Photograph of Fur Color Pattern in a Feral Meerkat

Much of the meerkat is covered in dull golden fur, the texture of which is rustic. His face is a dirty white, with black markings around his eyes and on the insides of his ears. His small nose is also black, as well as his claws. The white fur continues down the front of his neck, extending over the inner regions of his shoulders and scaling over the fronts of his arms. There is a patch of dark fur on his chest, infested with strands of more white. The patch is surrounded by white fur that further crawls down his body over his abdomen and on the insides of his thighs, ending at about the knees before starting up again at the heels and covering the feet. He has narrow, brown eyes, and his headfur has begun to gray.

On a health and fitness level, his body is in pretty good condition for his age. He is thin, but not lanky. His muscles are well toned, though, they are not bulky. The meerkat is able to stay in shape due to his tendency to be involved in physical activities, whether by personal desire or employment in manual labor. However, the strain on his body has given him neck and back problems, so he sees a chiropractor to help keep his skeletal structure in good order. He'd recommend a chiropractor over a dose of aspirin any day of the week. The only real complaints one might have of his health would come from a picky nutritionist due to his regular intake of junk food and beer.

Attire:

Olivier prefers plain, simple clothes. The meerkat is not a fan of bright colors, and would rather wear something that is dull and fades into the background. He can dress up if the occasion demands it, but he typically avoids doing so unless it's for a wedding or a funeral. He likes to wear brown, ankle-high boots for their durability and comfort.

Personality:

Olivier is what many people consider to be a "good guy". He's a hard worker, honest when it matters, and not a rat or a cheat. He doesn't steal, supports himself, and doesn't abuse his sick days. The meerkat is for the most part a rather level-headed fellow, and unless someone is being physically aggressive or otherwise dangerous, he refrains from using violence. He's a pretty complacent guy, not afraid to be laughed at when he's soaring the streets as a middle-aged man on a kid's hoverboard.

The meerkat has a strong sense of personal pride. While he wouldn't degrade another for appearing weak, he's not as soft on himself. For this reason among others, Olivier hates doctors and hospitals, spare his chiropractor who he tends to see as a "non-doctor type". It is therefore no surprise that he has a hard time accepting charity, and even if he was facing serious financial trouble, he would be ashamed to take someone else's help. He is considered very stubborn when it comes to any matter that he feels might place his pride in jeopardy.

Biography:

Olivier has had a very normal life. His childhood was uneventful, he swore he wouldn't marry until he was at least thirty, and then got talked into a ring after he'd barely left his teens -- Boom! Divorce. His kid is a delinquent and his ex-wife wishes he'd move to Edwin. Olivier currently resides with his brother in a small, rented house, the two of them sharing the costs of living.

The meerkat spends his time like any other average Jacques, bicycling to work in the morning and back home to have dinner in the evening. His hobbies are numerous, and he enjoys many things, of these being both physical and mental activities. He subscribes to magazines that do not end up at the bottom of bird cages. He can read a thesaurus with the same idle and rustic air of a comic book. He loves Cheese Danish, but hates Danish Cheese.

Olivier can often be found taking leisure walks, engaging in recreational sports, and kicking back with some buddies and a deck of cards. While not the most talkative person in the world, the meerkat can hold a lengthy conversation if the topic strikes him. He enjoys watching tennis games on the television, at the park, or at a stadium. He is interested in politics, yet is not politically active.

Relationships:

Father - Emeric Girard

Olivier has very much taken after his father in temperament and personality. While the two have their differences, there aren't a lot to count. They both enjoy many of the same things and as such have spent a lot of time together. As old age has taken away his youth, Emeric is understandably not as physical as he once was, though, still works at DuPont Woodworking Company alongside Olivier. He does woodwork despite having been offered a job in management.

Mother - Gwendoline Girard

Gwendoline is a good woman with a kind soul and a strong heart. In the tendency of most mothers, she raised her sons in an overprotective and worrisome way that was, thankfully, countered by her husband's more lenient nature. Olivier loves and respects her, and tried not to stress her out too much growing up -- But, as you know, boys will be boys. Now that her sons are older, she frets a lot less. Gwendoline is retired, but does volunteer work when she feels up to it.

Brother - Corin Girard

While not the definition of fiery, Corin is a good deal more hot-headed than his elder brother. Whereas Olivier usually has no problem keeping his lid on, Corin is more attracted to pointless arguments and petty fights. He's been divorced two times, and has a total of three children. His relationships with his ex-wives may be rather sour, but he tries his best to keep up good ties with his children, which is not always easy. Corin works, and shares a small rented house with his brother, the two finding it easier to afford the costs of living by relying on each other. The brothers have a good relationship, and do not usually come into any serious conflicts with one another.

Son - Raoul Girard

Raoul is Olivier's only child and son. He is sixteen-years-old and the result of Olivier's marriage with his ex-wife, Florence. While very different from his father, the two still share quite a few things in common. Olivier wishes that they were more alike, but in the end, supposes that it doesn't matter as long as they get along and spend time together. Much to Olivier's displeasure, Raoul only spends the weekend at his father's house and the rest of the week at his mother's. The teenager doesn't seem to mind this arrangement, either, missing his school friends when he's away. Raoul sometimes works when he wants to buy something expensive, but for the most part he is a lazy, unreliable punk who would much rather vandalize his neighbor's mailbox.

Ex-wife - Florence Desmarais

Florence is the thirty-six-year-old ex-wife of Olivier. She is the mother of Raoul, and takes care of Raoul most of the time -- When they're getting along, anyhow. This is due to the custody agreement that was approved of by the local court, favoring Raoul's mother because A. She's a woman and B. She's a woman. Florence filed for divorce from Olivier when Raoul was five, her reasons being that they simply had too many problems to live together. Of course, Olivier was cheating on her, but she never caught him and didn't overly suspect it. In temperament and personality, Florence is quite different from her ex-husband, being much more emotional and prone to confrontation. Olivier, being the exceptionally tolerant guy that he is, more or less faced a case of the Crazy Bitch Syndrome, and was screwed in the custody hearing. Florence and Olivier have a bitter relationship, and do not really like each other. She has since become remarried to a man who probably cheats on her more than Olivier did, but she seems happy anyway.

Artwork:

Olivier by Andifferous

Appearances:

A Flight Gone Wrong

RabidFox · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 1:08 pm Post subject: RabidFox: Trilok of the Nivrutti

Name: Trilok of the Nivrutti
Gender: Male
Age: 20 (Not long-lived Avian; an average lifespan in comparison to other creatures)
Race: Skin Avian/Yariguíes Brush-Finch

Eye Color: Reddish-brown
Hair Color: Orange with black roots (Spiky)
Wing Color: Black
Tail Color: Black
Skin Color: Tan

Height: 5'10"
Build: Medium
Markings: Tribal scars on the cheeks

Disposition: Trilok can be unpredictable in nature. Stubborn yet compromising, courageous though soft-hearted, clever albeit quirky, and just seemingly a little bit of everything while being hard to read. He can have moments when his goals seem at his feet and others where he feels like they're hopelessly far away. He's not a man that is immune to the "human" condition.

Alliances: Nivrutti, various Piriqui tribes, Domus

Enemies: Edwin, Gawain

History:

Before the first, Edwinish colonists arrived on the Southwestern coast of Piriqui around one-hundred-and-fifty years ago, life for the local tribes had been fairly peaceful. It was with the introduction of excessive logging, mining, agriculture, and pastoralism that the balance of the natives was upset. Tribes were forced out of their territories with the encroaching development, and hunting and gathering sites that they had been using for thousands of years had to be abandoned to the colonists. This disturbing shift of power triggered fear, anger, and anxiety in the locals, however, there was little that they could do to oppose the superior weapons of the furry strangers. Against the strength of guns and swords, the natives had no choice but to buckle under the pressure and move either inland or along the Southeastern coast. In the dry season, this crowding caused territorial skirmishes between overlapping tribes when there was not enough food sources to go around. Tribes had to either migrate to a different location or battle for hunting and gathering grounds.

Some fifty years after the Edwinish had taken over the Southwestern and Southern coasts as well as some parts further inland, the Domish began colonizing in the Southeast. This caused tribes in that area to also be forced to migrate, which lead to even more crowding and territorial skirmishes among the Piriqui tribes. However, the Domish were considerably friendlier to the natives, while the Edwinish had been downright hostile. Finding the benefit that could be obtained in allying with the Piriqui, Domus formed peace treaties with the local tribes.

When the Edwinish and Domish colonies finally clashed, the Piriqui were given muskets by Domus on the condition that they aid in the battles against Edwin. Since the Piriqui essentially hated the Edwinish, many of the tribes agreed to these terms. In the Piriqui's eyes, they were fighting for their land back from the Edwinish, as the Domish promised them a reasonable share of land in exchange for their assistance. However, Piriqui tribesmen were not as skilled with guns nor as disciplined as organized military units, and so their efforts in the ensuing war were only mildly effective at best. The darkening situation of the Piriqui did not approve any when Gawain entered the fray only twenty years ago, joining sides with the Edwinish.

Trilok came into the world around the same time as the Gawainans began sharing land and battles with the Edwinish. A skinned Yariguíes Brush-Finch, Trilok was born to the tribe of the Nivrutti, an egalitarian, hunter-gatherer society residing in the Southwestern forests of Piriqui. Due to the tribe's nomadic status, the members of the Nivrutti lived with the ideal that everyone is born equal from birth, as no one was ever able to hoard food and material items that would have made them appear superior. Therefore, there was no hierarchy and every adult of the tribe was considered of equal voice, including the women. The men hunted and the women gathered, though, sometimes the women would help the men track game or catch animals themselves. Children assisted their mothers with foraging and cooking. Boys would begin learning the arts of hunting at three, and by five, be capable of catching small animals on their own.

Because Trilok was raised near the Edwinish and Gawainan settlements, he had a front row seat to the horrors that were befalling his land and his neighbors. While the war-shy tribes, which included the Nivrutti, avoided conflict with the hostile colonists, there were many Piriqui who were determined to fight against the outsiders. It was not uncommon to hear of the deaths of his feathered brethren, as well as the atrocities of the Avian slave trade that had taken their region victim. Growing up in such a frightful environment, it took its toll on Trilok by inspiring him to take action.

At first, the young Trilok could not get his tribe to go to war with the colonies. It was pointless, they said, and in their current state, it was. Eventually, the Nivrutti were forced to move Eastwards, as harsh conditions demanded of them. It was only some time after the tribe migrated that they were approached by Domish diplomats, and offered a place in the war in exchange for land rights that would be given on the defeat of Edwin and Gawain. Their tribe was also offered weapons, ammo, and access to beneficial trading posts. Food sources had become scarce due to land development and overcrowding, and the Nivrutti were growing desperate. It was either join the Domish or endure the suffering of malnourishment and starvation. Having no other logical choice, the Nivrutti gave in and accepted the alliance. For Trilok, this was the turning point in his life that would eventually have him rise to a respected war leader.

He was young, strong, courageous, and clever; all the things that made a good warrior. Using his brain, Trilok managed to affiliate the Nivrutti with other, like-minded tribes, who would become his allies in the battles against the hostile colonists. By contract, Trilok was bound to the Domish, but by his own personal agenda, he trusted them to carry through with their word if the terms were met.

Media:

Nothing yet

Appearances:

Fair is Fouled

RabidFox · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 1:22 pm Post subject: JamesG: Drystan Sigismund

Name: Drystan Sigismund
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Eurasian Otter

Appearance: Drystan has light brown fur, slightly lighter on his chest, a whiskery face and has a very young look about him. He stands and 5'7" and weighs 132 lbs. He dresses in a dark green coat, waistcoat and breeches with dark brown boots. Has a dark brown tricorne he wears occasionally. Has a beautiful Gawainian crafted sword he wears on his belt. More inconspicously, he has two seventeen inch straight daggers in the inside pockets of his coat. Sometimes carries a pistol, but not too often.

History: The Sigismunds first moved to Edwin from Gawain back in the 1600s, so they have been part of Edwin for a long time. Drystan was born to them in a good home, his sire a gentleman, and his dam a loyal woman. However he was brought up a little differently to other boys, in that whilst they played cricket, climbed trees or got into trouble as boys do, young Drystan was being trained by his parents. Of course it didn't seem like training, it seemd like fun, like Hide and Seek, or a friendly sword duel with his father, horse riding lessons and learning Domish and Gawainian with his mother and so forth. What they in fact intended was to give him the skills necessary to help in their work. Whilst by day his father was a respected businessman, by night he was an Anarchist with his wife. They would do everything in their power to bring chaos to order. Prison breaks, anti-government messages, vandalism, demolition, everything that could warrant an execution order, if only the authorities knew who was the cause.

Of course they didn't tell their son for a long time, not until he was sixteen, when they believed he was old enough and capable enough of making the decision to help them, or not. When he was told, he was at first undecided. Drystan realised they'd prepared him for this moment, as he stared at his duelling pistols and swords hung on the wall, evidence of what he had been taught. They wanted his help, and perhaps Drystan would have said yes, he would help them, had his parents not finally been caught one night during a raid on the local barracks. They were tried for sedition, treason, murder, thievery, disturbing the peace and disorderly conduct, resulting in their death by hanging at the public gallows at Tyburn, Edwin.

Drystan was heart broken, and greatly upset by this development. He was quite inconsolable at first. He was looked after by the servants of the house, as the estate had been passed on to him by his father's will. As he wandered about the house, red eyed and distraught, he came upon the basement's secret room behind the wine rack, the room with kegs of gunpowder, a furnace and some of his father's home made bombs. The man's weapons hund upon the wall, swords and pistols crossed. It was at that moment that Drystan decided, for better or worse, that he must conitnue their work against the government of Edwin, which they believed was corrupt, insisted on war with Domus for monetary gain and should be replaced by anarchy. No fur, he reasoned, should be tied down so by the abusive laws of the land, but be free to do as he wishes.

There came the problem that Drystan was still alone. But soon, he heard of supporters of his father's work. Furs that in secret wished the otter and his wife had succeeded. They were mostly young furs, full of revolutionary ideas, wanting to break free of the old order. In secret, and in darkness they met, and banded together to form an Anarchist Movement focussed on deposing of the monarchy, and of governement. Their objectives are to kill the Royal Family, kill the politicians and destroy the royal palaces and parliament houses. So far, one member of the House of Lords is dead and 3 Members of Parliament for 3 different counties of Edwin lie slain at their paws, as well as their offices being either consumed by fire or blasted sky high. Their most recent effort was against a small palace owned by the Royals in the local area, which whilst only partially burned is scheduled to be demolished as it would be too expensive to repair.

After this initial success, whilst using Drystan's home as a base, the group has had to be careful to avoid discovery, especially while the authorities are on alert. But they will strike again. Soon, as the otter and his band of friends plot.

Other members:

Name:Aderyn
Gender:Female
Age: 20
Species: Red Fox

Name: Dewey
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Species: Leopard

Name: Gareth
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Species: Common Mackerel Tabby

RabidFox · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 1:26 pm Post subject: JamesG: Andre Divinney III

Name: Andre Divinney III
Full Title: His Royal Majesty King Andre The Third, Ruler over the Domus Empire and its Dominions
Species: Great Dane
Age: 53
Eyes: Brown
Fur: Grey, all over.
Voice: Heavy, heavy French accent. Not very deep voice, but strong.

General Description: Austere. Dignified. This sums up the description of most of the Royal Family. King Andre wears the Royal robes, which are a bright blue, and are lined with white, with black spots. Around his neck is a large ruff, and on his head the ceremonial gold and sapphire crown. He wears his ceremonial two handed sword, a large, heavy gold filigree affair, which has engraved the names of all Domus' rulers from the time when the sword was first made. The sword also contains the family's magical power, and the weapon is capable of generating lightning, and electrifying whatever it touches. On his face is an elegant moustache, curled upwards. He aslo wears a big, black curly wig, as is tradition. It falls past his shoulders. When travelling, his dress is still blue, but with a cloak as opposed to a large robe, and boots.

History: Always knew he would be king. Was the eldest of 5, and never let his siblings forget who was going to be boss. They were immensely angry, and attempted to kill him several times. Eventually, two of them were executed by guillotine. After that, Andre learned how to handle a sword, after all "After 3 attempts on his life, we'd recommend it" - Andre's tutor. He was crowned at the death of his predecessor, and became Andre III, sovereign ruler, and has ruled Domus since as a dignified and honourable nation. He always strives to make his country stronger than Gawain or Edwin, and at 53 years of age is not letting go of his goal anytime soon.

Mannerisms: Walks with his head held high, as does all the Royal Family, Is slightly deaf, and has a loud voice at times. Eats a lot, drinks a lot of wine, smokes A LOT, and is very devious sometimes, hiding his thoughts behind a cloud of smoke. Is getting on a bit, and walks slower, and has trouble up stairs. Can't run for nothing.

RabidFox · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 2:06 pm Post subject: Leonal: Leonal Dexler

Name: Leonal Dexler
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Snow Leopard
Occupation: A lawful Mercenary

Weapon of Choice: A Thin sword with a blue hilt and a yellow gem in it the center of the hilt.

Appearance: He is 6.5ft weighs 250 pounds. He has thick white fur, black spots, and a scar crossing his left eye. His eye colour is light blue. Has really short black hair almost bald. Wears Blue Armor with gold trimming, (Doesn't wear boots, gloves, or a helmet.) His shoulderpads are spiked.

Personality: Is serious, he doesn't have a family and barely any friends. He considers the people he works with as "friends.". Almost always angry. If you become one of his peers you would discover that he has a good side, and had a good sense of humour. He shows no mercy to lawbreakers.

History: Not much is known of his history, as Leonal doesn't talk much of his past. He believes that his past concerns nobody and keeps it to himslef. What is known is that he has a lust to exterminate criminals. It all started when he was 6 years old, he was upstairs in family's home on the outskirts of Feila. He was playing with a few toys and his older sister and parents were in the kitchen making Dinner. A few criminals broke in when Leonal was too distracted on playing with his toys, they ransacked the house and murdered his family.

30 minutes past and Leonal went downstairs to see what took them so long to cook dinner. He saw his family brutally murdered and everything was stolen. He would never forget that day. After that he became homeless stole food from nearby food stands. You could say he had to steal to survive. One day an old wiseman caught when he was stealing oranges. Leonal was terrified and thought he would be in trouble. But the wiseman payed for his oranges and took Leo to his home. He was raised by him and found out he was a knight.

The wiseman knew his story and trained him, he had a vengeance against the criminals who murdered his family. Leo grew up and became a mercenary. After that part no one except Leo knows the rest of his history.

(Modern)

Occupation: A mechanic although did work as the lieutenant of the Police Department until fired

Weapon of Choice: To defend himself he keeps 2 pistols with him all the time

Appearence: 6.5 ft 175 pounds. Once again practically looks the same as the medieval Leonal except no scar across his eye, and not the smae clothing. Wears and Orange vest with a brown shirt underneath, (you can see the sleeves) and brown jeans. Wears orange gloves that don't cover a part of the top of his hand and his fingers, and also has orange goggles with green lens on his forehead.

Personality: He has a complex personality, can be serious at times but full of life, generous, helping, and humourous can describe him but thats on the outside. On the inside he feels lonely and as though everyone is against him. He also has a deep hatred for gangsters.

History: He grew up in a family with many police officers and was taught the law at a very early age. He was active and smart a perfect combination and graduated from high school a year early. When working with the police he solved many crimes and busted many criminals. At age of 25 he married a Tiger named Lily, they had a daughter. His world shattered when he found out that his wife and 5 month old daughter died from a drive by shooting.

He was depressed for a month, the 2 people he loved the most in the world were dead. When he came bad to the PD he wanted to know who did and shown a picture of the culprits and was to find them and bring them behind bars. He broke the orders he killed them. The PD let him go that time and suspended him, when he came back he was more agressive and instead of interrogation he tortured. He was fired from the force, a disgrace.

He became a mechanic since a hobby of his was fixing cars and own his own Mechanic shop in Domus, keeping 2 pistols in handy for self-defense.

RabidFox · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 6:54 pm Post subject: JustinG: Hayden Lowell

Hayden Lowell
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Canine (German Shepherd)
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 176.3
Eye Color: Brown
Fur Color: Plain Black.

Physical Appearance: He is just under six feet tall, something that has annoyed him since he stopped growing - he couldn't have gone just one more inch. He has a good amount of muscle on him, but is not very bulky. His coat is uniformly black and his eyes are a deep brown, like stained wood.

Personality: Dark, moody, and taciturn. He doesn't enjoy talking to people and hates it even more when they talk to him, as he is often engrossed in his own world of thoughts. He is hard on others and doesn't spare criticisms, believing honesty is the best policy in any situation. He doesn't really care about others that much, because they're simply not him. He causes people pain a good deal of the time, seemingly knowingly with his sharp comments and barbed disposition. He is actually prone to bouts of depression, though he uses his barbed temperament to prevent others from realizing it.

The very few people he keeps as his friends somehow seem to get along with him despite all this - because he has a somewhat softer side that is virtually indistinguishable from his other side - he doesn't like to show that he cares.

He is very smart, and paradoxically empathic at times, though he is sometimes very gruff and even mean. He just seems to have a slightly rough exterior, as his mother would put it.

Biography: Hayden's parents met when his father was seventeen and his mother was fifteen. Hayden was the unfortunate result of a second meeting that ruined both his parents' lives. His mother had to stay at home after he was born, and his father didn't go to college, eventually landing a job at a gas station, and then ended up as a truck driver.

Hayden was raised up the "country" of Edwin his entire life, in a small town with nothing much to its name besides a school and a supermarket. His father, the truck driver, was killed in an accident on the job - he was driving across a bridge that collapsed during a heavy rainstorm - when Hayden was only nine. Hayden was always bitter afterwards. He never got over it, although he and his father had never got along.

School was never really difficult for him - he got through it, at any rate. He did get in his fair share of trouble, and was eventually known as "that dark angry kid who sits by himself and you would do well to avoid." He enjoyed his own thoughts and observation more than those of others', though, and enjoyed watching life from an exterior perspective - which lead to his interest in photography later. He was known as angry because whenever someone talked to him, it was very likely they were disturbing his thoughts. At school, though, Hayden was always angry and taciturn. His teachers always seemed to have something against him, he didn't know what. Or maybe everyone felt like that at school... he didn't know... he never talked to anyone. But he got through without repeating a grade or spending more than three months in detention.

As soon as Hayden finished highschool, he went off to college in Sheringham, against the reccomendations of his mother. He always loved her, but said he wanted to do something with his life. When he got there, he landed a job as a teller at the First Bank of Edwin to help pay for his college. He's currently working on a double major - photography and journalism. He's actually somewhat desperate for money, as he has had to take out several loans to live in the city.

Education: A year or two so far of college for journalism and photography.
Vocation: Bank Teller. Double major at college. Spends free time and weekends trying to make money with freelance pictures.
Location: Lives in an apartment in one of the better than bad middle-class sections of Sheringham. Spends holidays and most weekends out with his mother and brother in the country.
There is not another "ation."

Hobbies/Interests: Photography, videogames, criminology, some writing, playing the piano. Also enjoys hikes.
Wears: While at work, a suit. While anywhere else, usually grey or black jeans and a dark-colored shirt or sweater of some kind.

Religion: None, really... just raised with morals.
Music: Classical (can play it) and heavy metal (wants to learn how to play it.)
Drinking: Something strong when something bad happens. Oddly enough, bad things happen rather often...
Smoking: None.
Swearing: Uses it to put emphasis - doesn't overuse it, only because that would reduce its utility.
Criminal Record: Never successfully convicted for anything. Arrested and/or detained several times.

Apperances:
(By In-Character Chronology)
You Will Not Survive
"Going Down"

RabidFox · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 6:55 pm Post subject: JustinG: David Apthorpe

MODERN
David Apthorpe
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Race: Merekat
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135
Eye Color: Green
Fur Color: Light Tannish grey.

Physical Appearance: David is tall and thin, the quintessential scientist. He's a merekat, and as such, is thin to begin with. His obsessive work drive also doesn't help his weight, as he often forgets most meals.

His fur is the typical light tan-grey, nothing extraordinary. His ears and tail are tipped with black, however, a relatively uncommon trait.

Personality: David is a scientist. He believes that all people are inherently good, but experiences in the world makes most everyone bad.

Despite this, he's quite the idealist - he believes one person can change the world. He has a hero's heart, and has shown himself to be an just that in some cases. He, however, is somewhat of a coward, despite everything else. He has lofty ideas, but also realizes quite acutely that everyone is mortal.

He wasn't that well liked as a child, and so still likes having friends - he's quick to trust most people and quick to do anything for them.

Biography: Imagine a life filled with gram stains, microscopes, and government conspiracies. He was evidently married at one point and is now evidently divorced from his wife. There appears to have been a matter of some infidelity.

Education: PHD, Biochemical Engineering
Vocation: Used to be a scientist before his employers were destroyed
Location: Some lab someplace.

Hobbies/Interests: His work.

Wears: A labcoat.

Religion: Humanist
Music: Jazz, Blues, Swing
Drinking: A little bit of Scotch
Smoking: None.
Swearing: Little.
Criminal Record: None.

Will Probably: Confuse someone in one sentence
Will Probably Not: Be able to make them understand it whatever he attempts to do to explain it

Appearances:
(By In-Character Chronology)
Project Gargoyle

RabidFox · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 6:56 pm Post subject: JustinG: Matthew Nevis

MEDIEVAL
Matthew Nevis
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Race: Ferret
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 190 lb.
Eye Color: Grey
Fur Color: Sable Pattern/Color

Physical Appearance: He is a typical ferret, albeit a little taller than most. Nothing entirely special or outstanding about his appearance. He is grizzled with the passage of time and the conflicts he has seen, and his fur is greying. Altogether prematurely aged.

Arts by Todd.

Personality: Matthew is seasoned and weather beaten. He's tough and gruff and usualy has only a little time for anyone else, unless they impress him. He's competent and knows when he needs to work with others. Life has taught him many hard lessons. He has a tendency to ramble without thinking, sometimes saying things he'd rather not.

Biography: Matthew came from a large town in Gawain, likely from a rich family. Other than that, there are no indications as to how he might have come to study at Azalus Academy. He did, however, and was a bright student, full of promise. Years later, he now holds a teacher's position there, although he does not teach regularly. He is usually occupied on some of the academy's business, traveling about to attend to it.

Education: Now a teacher at Azalus. That goes to show you something.
Vocation: Teacher, Academy Representative and agent.
Location: Azalus or anywhere the Academy's business takes him.

Hobbies/Interests: Magic, history.

Wears: Usually simple clothes - grey tunic and whatnot - and his brown robe.
Other Equipment: His has two old, brown fingerless gloves he always wears. Both have an Earth and an Ice rune on the back.
Weapons: Magic, but also carries a longsword and can use it with enough skill.
Magic: Earth and Ice with great skill. Also some air Air. He'd like to think himself quite the magician, but, due to a lack of strength and practice, in fact can't really do much before exhausting himself. He blames it on a heart condition when he finds that he can't.

Religion: "I've seen a lot of strange stuff, but I've never seen anything to make me believe there's one all-powerful force controlling everything. There's no mystical energy field controls my destiny.”
Drinking: He can handle hish alcohol.
Smoking: A pipe.
Swearing: Enough.

Appearances:
(By In-Character Chronology)
To Market, To Market
Nightmares

RabidFox · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 6:57 pm Post subject: JustinG: Quincy Kanghes

(Really added for posterity's sake... he should be a major sideline character in some of my RP's... probably those involving El.)

CYBORG
Quincy Kanghes
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Breeding: Pure Bengal Tiger
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 210 lbs.
Eye Color: White-Grey
Fur Color: He's a tiger...

Vocation: Syndicate Head
Location: Somewhere in Edwin.

Physical Appearance: Tall, broad, purebred tiger. Cold steel-white eyes. Perpetual haughty stare.

Wears: Dark grey business suit with a black tie. Always has a privately made, private communicator in his breast pocket.

Biography: "There's little you need to know. I am myself right now, is that not frightening enough to you?"

Personality: None, really. Emotionless, calculating. Stern, cold, uptight. Stiff.

Oddly, though, he is somewhat caring towards Ellyll, because he feels responsible for the lost young fellow ever since he bailed him out of prison. He doesn't treat El like his son, but El's filled enough of that place for Quincy, and that relationship is likely mutual.

Concerned with detail, likes everything to be exactly in order. Plans for the worst and hopes for the best. Always has a plan B and a C. (There is no point in having a D, because if they're good enough to beat A, B, and C, you're done for anyways.)

Weapons: If you see one, you're dead.
Implants: None. The government controls them. Not a wise idea.

Strengths: Ingenius, clever, sly. Devilishly handsome (personal bias, but he made me put it in here!)
Weaknesses: Those who know are dead.

Hobbies/Interests: Politics, Economics, History, playing chess

Education: Eight years at Bullford for economics, business, politics, criminal justice, history. Complete genius. (He made me put that in here too! But's it's really true.)

Religion: That of money.
Music: Classical.
Drinking: A glass of whiskey, maybe, or a glass of wine.
Smoking: A little... when he plays chess
Drugs: None.
Swearing: Very little/when very perturbed.
Criminal Record: He was caught twice for embezzling between age 20 and 23. Incarcerated once. Never again.

Will Probably: Blackmail someone with something they never did and get away with it while making them think they actually did.
Will Probably Not: Undo his shirt's top button within the next month.

Appearances:
(By In-Character Chronology)
The Mech Arena

--- NOTES: ---
Yeah, you can ask to join his syndicate if you want. But it's not Archimedes.

RabidFox · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 6:59 pm Post subject: JustinG: Loge

MEDIEVAL
Loge (LOW-gee)
Age: Early Twenties or Younger
Gender: Male
Race: Ferret
Height: 6'
Weight: 150 lb.
Eye Color: Light Reddish
Fur Color: White

Physical Appearance: He's an emaciated white ferret. There is little else to describe, save that he has a scar on the rear right side of his head and has a small slice in that ear as well.

Personality: He's perfectly sane, although most would probably call him insane. He's sarcastic and sadistic, like a pine marten, but is in complete control of his senses. He has a cool and ruthless calculated logic and rationality to his chaotic actions. He'd probably be considered "evil" by most standards.

Biography: He is probably an Arctic Island native, being a white ferret.

The begining of when anyone remembers him was when a large ship broke up off the coasts of the islands. Loge was the only one to make it ashore, half drowned and almost frozen to death. After he was brought back to health - rather slowly - he began attempting to find a way off the islands - but he has enough trouble staying alive as a penniless wanderer there, let alone finding passage of the islands.

He has impressive skill in magic, but as he is almost always malnourished and weak, can't use it to much of an extent.

Education: Apparently quite a high one.
Vocation: Starved wanderer.
Location: Arguably near himself.

Hobbies/Interests: Food. Money. Survival. His "mission."
Wears: Worn, dull clothes. A ragged grey cloak is on his person at most times.
Other Equipment: A rusted steel ring in his left ear.

Weapons: He can apparently use a rapier to some extent, but doesn't even own a rusty knife. Can use his teeth and fists crudely but with effect.
Magic: Master of Fire, Earth, and Dark. But magic requires energy, which requires being well-fed... which Loge certainly is not. In his half-starved state his magical abilities are of only little use - unless he wishes to harm himself.

Religion: Asarath
Drinking: Not enough money, but will jump at the chance
Smoking: Not enough money, but will cough at the chance
Swearing: Feels that it degrades his image and chances of getting money

Will Probably: Beg for money all this week.
Will Probably Not: Get any.

RabidFox · Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 6:59 pm Post subject: JustinG: Red LeCrimson

How to flesh out the words "Paranoid Fox Rigger" in under half an hour:

Red LeCrimson (quite obviously a pseudonym)
Age: Thirtysomething
Gender: Male
Race: Red Fox
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 115 lb.
Eye Color: Blue
Fur Color: Reddish orange.

Physical Appearance: Red is not the tallest fox you might ever come across, but is probably...... the... uh......... the......

... now that it comes to it, there's nothing actually remarkable about his appearance. He has the reddish orange fur, the black "gloves" and "socks" and the white underbelly of the Red Fox. He's lean, fast, and quite nimbly built, as he is a rigger upon a ship. One who was heavier or larger would be much less at home there.

He has two smaller circular earrings in his left ear and a larger one in his right. Has a rather large, black tattoo the right side of his face - a brutish sort of north Edwinish design (Celtic, for those of you who don't like to use your heads. Specifically Pictish looking.) that curves below his eyes and swirls and knots across his cheek, ending with a dragon's head on the base of his snout and begining with the barbed tail near his ear. He has a similar tattoo around his left forearm.

Personality: Paranoid.

That's all you really need to describe him. He's paranoid, annoyed, skittish, and cowardly, fearing for his life above all else. He would sooner flee than fight - and that applies to anything and anyone. As he is interested in his own survival, though, he can be quite the fierce opponent and deadly opponent if fighting is the only way out.

He is obsessively interested in the strange and paranormal, for some reason, and is quite the expert on most odd occurences, from Saint Elmo's fire to the cursed ship the Flying Anshachianfur. He know all about legends and stories, and is one of the better story tellers upon any ship he sails upon, just by merit of his bank of bizarre and creepy knowledge.

He seems to fear the magical and inexplicable above all else, which has led to his knowledge on the subject.

Biography: Something happened, no one knows what, one stormy night in Domus. He stumbled onto the docks; beaten, sick and weak; and demanded a place, any place, on a ship. The ship left that night.
Ever since then, he has worked up to a more respectable position, jumped ship several times, and recovered his health completely. No one can say if he became paranoid because of what happened that caused him to take up the life of a sailor, as no one knew of him beforehand.

He's left his entire life before becoming a sailor, whatever that may be, behind himself. He has adopted an Edwinian accent to cover his Domian one, and gotten several tattoos to attempt to conceal whatever his identity may be from whoever might be looking for him - if anyone.

Even though he started out as a sailor of necessity and tried to fit in as much as he could, he is now a bona fide sailor, after years of living at sea. He wouldn't dream of going back to land, even if there weren't some unspecified danger waiting there for him.

(this was mainly sarcastic and melodramatic filler)

Education: None, save on-the-job-training.
Vocation: Rigger upon a ship.
Location: The High Seas.

Hobbies/Interests: Interesting or extraordinary ships, naval leaders, secret plots, conspiracies, sea monsters, haunted ships, cursed islands, whirlpools, zombies, and the otherwise paranormal, supernatural, abnormal, and just plain weird. Knows quite a bit about anything supernatural upon the seas. (Likely because he's afraid of it.)

Wears: A frayed, buttonless, but once probably rather nice blue (and once trimmed) coat of some officer of the seas. Wears nothing underneath the coat. Baggy pants held up by a belt upon which much hangs.

Other Equipment: A rope and grapnel hook, and other random things he has on his belt.

Weapons: Curved knife about six inches long.

Magic: None.

Religion: The High Seas.
Drinking: He's a sailor.
Smoking: He's a sailor.
Swearing: He's a sailor.