GET YOURS TODAY: Recovered Character Biographies

RabidFox · Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 8:53 pm Post subject: Madame: Godric Manchester

Well, I have fun writing them, so...hopefully you'll enjoy this next one that could be a short story unto itself. Sorry for the length, guys. Ideas just kept pouring out.^^;

Medieval Character

Name: Godric Manchester
Age: 33
DOB and Place of Birth: April 4th in Old Nottingham Town, Edwin
Gender: Male
Race: Feline/Burmese Cat
Occupation: King of Edwin

Appearance: Godric is a boyishly handsome, golden Burmese Cat with emerald eyes, a voice that could charm the birds from the trees and a smile that has melted many a cold heart. In the range of 5’8”, his weight is average and his build wiry. He has no great physical strength, but is quite agile and is proficient with a number of small blades, both throwing and in-paw. He’s also a dab paw with archery, but it’s not something he’s passionate about, more a hobby so as to be able to hunt properly with other nobles. His fur is typically well groomed, though he has longer, curly fur that most Burmese Cats lack, which causes him some grief after baths. He has his proper royal attire for important occasions, but in the main, he wears fine tunics with white shirts beneath, and hose with black buckle shoes, a golden circlet crown set with rubies and a few choice rings. Occasionally, he accompanies this lot with a cape or coat.

Picture: Godric

Personality: Charismatic, clever, ambitious and witty, it’s hard to hate Godric for who he is, even if you don’t like his policies. Those who have met him, even those who have suffered in his short rule profess that he is a delightful fellow that they would like to have over to dinner some time. He’s also a loyal sort of fellow if you truly gain his trust. He keeps his senile mother close and lavishes her with everything she could want, including his attentions, which she seems to enjoy most. Additionally, those friends who helped him make his way to the top have received excellent positions in his Court in payment. He also keeps up good relations with the local gentry that helped him take his first tentative steps into Society. Kinder than most Edwinish nobles, Godric is still considered a demon by those outside of the Kingdom as he’s instituted heavy tariffs on imports and has limited the number of immigrants, specifically ‘those wretched mustilids from Gawain’. The acts come at the advice of his chief adviser and are more for the benefit of his popularity than for economical reasons. Godric doesn’t have anything against mustilids personally, but he knows that most of the Edwinish population does, so he has to bow to popular opinion.

Bio: There is some question as to the actual history of the new king, but according to the propaganda that was being put out before and during his reign, King Manchester is the descendant of Saphirra, the mortal Burmese Cat who supposedly mated with Midas when he appeared once on Feila. This lineage supports Manchester’s rise to the throne as he is taking the place his many greats grandsire would have wished. Manchester’s royal connections are a bit shady, though, as the Manchester side of the family is rather obscure and no one in proper society has ever invited them to tea. They’re the black sheep of the aristocracy, distantly related to the former king through a mother’s second-cousin’s uncle’s first-cousin-once-removed’s husband or something ridiculous like that. Anyway, Manchester did succeed the late King Lionheart after an illness destroyed him, claiming the fact that the King had no children opened the door for the most legitimate heir, a.k.a. himself, the child of Midas. The real story of who Manchester is, is by far more intriguing and the stuff of dinner party speculation when gossip is slow.

Basil ‘Not-Important-Enough-for-a-Last-Name’ was born into slavery in Old Nottingham Town, Edwin. His mother, Joan was the Burmese slave girl of a Persian noble who had bought her from her husband when he was in desperate need of money. The noble, one Lord Erik Roger, liked the girl’s golden-blonde fur and paid a hefty sum for her and the child forming in her middle region. So, Basil was born and as soon as he was able, he was put to work cleaning, etc. Things went on as such for two years when Lord Roger became ill and died suddenly. Basil and his mother (who had contracted whatever Lord Roger had had) were transported to Wath-Upon-Dearne in northern Yorkshire county where they were given to the Manchester family, as per Lord Roger’s will. The Manchesters, however, had no idea what to do with the slaves that had been dumped on their doorstep, one on the verge of death and the other no more than a toddler, looking to be around the same age as their own son. They had more than enough servants, but they felt to turn the pair out would be certain death, so uncharacteristic of most of the Edwinish nobles, the Manchesters took them in.

The mother died on the night she was brought and the little golden furred child cried as if his heart had been shattered. Feeling for the child, Lady Amelia Manchester comforted him while her husband, Lord Henry Manchester hovered worriedly in the background. The servants were woken and asked to remove the body from the living room where it lay. As they attempted to do so, grimacing, the little Burmese child clutched at the body and kept moaning “Mommy, Mommy…” Lady Manchester pulled him away, though and held him until he fell into a fitful sleep. The next day, they buried the nameless slave, the one who had delivered the pair not even bothering to give their information to the Manchesters. They tried to learn the name from the little boy, but quickly found he could barely speak, knowing only “Yes’m”, “No’m”, “Yessir”, “No sir”, “Come boy”, and “Mommy”. Sending him off to play with their son, Godric, the Manchesters discussed what was to be done.

Lord Henry suggested the orphanage, but quailed under the fierce glare of his wife. It was decided that Jordan, as they decided to call him, would be Godric’s playmate and personal servant. He would need to be educated, of course, to make a proper playmate for a noble, but that wouldn’t be a problem. Once he was caught up to a respectable level, he could be tutored along with Godric. A few months passed and Jordan was sitting in on Godric’s lessons. The golden cat was extremely bright and learned faster than even “the young master”, as he referred to Godric, though he had a stuttering problem that persisted well into his twenties. Jordan and Godric got on well together, acting more like brothers most of the time rather than master and slave. Lord and Lady Manchester did not remark on this, just glad that their son, who had been having sociability problems, was opening up. He wasn’t as intelligent as they had hoped, but he wasn’t stupid, just…average.

Months, then years passed and Jordan became like a second son to the Manchesters and on his 21st birthday, when most Edwinish nobility comes of age, Lord Manchester asked if Jordan would take Manchester as his own surname. Crying with joy, Jordan stuttered “Y-y-yu-yes!” and that was that. No official documents were drafted and since the family was positioned in the ‘boondocks’ by Society’s standards, it wasn’t any great announcement, but it was important to Jordan and the Manchesters.

A few more years passed and Godric became sick with something that was plaguing the small town. He died after a few weeks of struggle and Lord and Lady Manchester were devastated. Jordan too felt great sadness, but he felt that if he could survive the death of his birth mother, then he could survive the death of his adopted brother. The golden tom was the one who had to call for the servants to take the body out after he’d wrapped it in a sheet. There was a quiet burial in the family cemetery and nothing more was said for a week. Walking down to breakfast one morning, though, Lady Manchester greeted him saying, “Good morning, Godric, how would you like your eggs? I asked Lisa to spare no expense this morning with the spread, what with my kitten’s birthday!”

“Mother,” Jordan began nervously, “G-Godric is dead. I’m Jordan.”

“Oh, dear, that’s not funny,” the female admonished. “Dear Jordan died and you’re playing at being him. That’s dreadful. I miss him so much.”

A few tears formed in the Burmese’s eyes. “But you m-miss Godric m-more,” he whispered. It turned out Lord Manchester had committed suicide during the night and it was the breaking point for the shattered nerves of the noble lady cat. Lord Manchester was buried and Lady Manchester cried on ‘Godric’s’ shoulder. A few weeks passed and his adopted mother did not return to reality. No matter how he tried to dissuade her, she maintained that he was Godric. It came as a sort of creeping realization, silently moving closer so as not to offend his sensibilities that he could pretend to be Godric. No, he would be Godric. He would make this broken woman’s fantasy a reality and in the process earn himself a title of nobility. A lowly slave boy becoming a true member of Society and fooling every noble in the Court because they had never seen him or the real Godric and knew only that the son of Lord Manchester had been killed, but not which son. Despite himself, Jordan realized the opportunities that would open up for him.

The servants were paid well and dismissed with sums in their pockets enough to have them set for life. The tombstone out back was replaced with one that read ‘Jordan Manchester, R.I.P’, they moved to the summer house in Brighton-On-Sea and Lord Godric Manchester hired a new staff. Godric worked his way slowly into Society, starting with the local gentry. They found him charismatic, quick-witted and genteel, so unlike the rest of those Manchesters! Not only that, but he was quite the looker where Lord Henry had been a boar. It had to be his mother’s looks, but poor lady, a bit dotty in her old age.

Eventually, ‘Godric’ fulfilled his ambitions with the help of a genius tabby cat, Aldric Dawson, he found tucked away in the books of a local library. The tabby helped the golden liar extend his influence and began the rumor that he was the child of Midas. His name became common in the papers and everyone learned of the munificent and intelligent noble from the north. As King Lionheart declined, there was a call for Lord Godric to take the crown. He accepted it readily, taking Dawson and his ‘mother’ to the Astrel Palace to be made ruler of Edwin.

Religious Ideology: Godric puts out a front of believing in Midas because it’s good for publicity, but personally, he doesn’t believe in any sort of being. We’re only on the planet for a short time, so do what you can in the time you’re given, is his philosophy.

Favorite Color: Blue
Favorite Food: Fish
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (not publicly known)
Status: Available
Musical Abilities: Can play the piano with great skill
Magical Abilities: Moderately skilled with the elements of Wind and Fire
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"Anything good in life is either illegal, immoral, or fattening." - Murphy's Law

RabidFox · Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 8:55 pm Post subject: Madame: Madison “Madame” Eyes

Medieval Character

Name: Madison “Madame” Eyes
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Race: Mustilidae/Pine Marten
Occupation: Con-artist/Ice Sage

Appearance: Madame is anything but your typical pine marten. She’s not pretty, but ugly isn’t exactly the right word for her either. Her deep-set, gray eyes seem set in a perpetually mocking expression and an exceptionally long canine on the left side of her mouth that pokes out below her lip completes the image. Her fur is a russet red with darker and lighter markings as is common for her race. Madame’s ears are noticeable in the fact that they’re practically in tatters and her left foot and leg are similarly destroyed, though they are hidden by heavy black boots reaching up just past her knee. A limp betrays her, though she uses a wooden cane to compensate for this. The rest of her clothing consists of a yellowish long-sleeved shirt with a v-neck and wide sleeves that are held up by two black bangles. A matching choker (on which an ice rune is fixed) adorns the marten’s neck and she almost never removes it. A multi-colored, mid-length skirt serves as her lower garment and is held up by a long black sash that also holds her moneybag and two daggers. One other feature of note is a deformed, dead third eye in the middle of Madame’s forehead that is constantly covered with a black strip of cloth. It is grey like her other eyes (though a bit smaller by comparison) and when she was born it was a functioning genetic fluke, but years of trying to remove it unsuccessfully have damaged it beyond use save for as a “shock and awe” factor.

Picture: Madame Bust 1
Madame Full Body 1
Madame Bust 2
Madame Full Body 2
By Zeru
By Candy Dewalt -- inimitable creator of the Vinci & Arty comic

Bio: Madison Eyes was born to a mother and father who already had three other children to deal with along with an ailing farm business. Her third eye might have been the subject of much town gossip save that the midwife who had helped birth her went “missing” just a few days after the little marten had come into the world. Madison’s eye was covered immediately and it was forbidden to speak of it even inside the home. Maddie, as her family called her, grew up well enough, though she did not care about or love her parents as it was her second-oldest big sister, Carmen, who raised her. Carmen, who worked as an “escort” to supplement the family income taught Maddie everything she could about life on the streets -- from how to pick a pocket to how to get a male to give his money to you willingly. Carmen was beautiful, but a disease contracted from one of her clients ravaged her body and left her dead before her time.

After Carmen’s death, Maddie left her family at the age of 15 and worked or stole as needed. One day her sly hands managed to get caught by a ferret who turned out to be an archsage. He told her she could have his money if she really needed it, but explained that such a life seemed hardly worth living. As he was beginning to walk away, Maddie rushed up and gave his money back declaring that she did not require charity from addled old animals. This made him laugh and he introduced himself as Conrad Markem. He offered to train her in the magical arts and she agreed as it meant food and shelter at the expense of another and if he was just a weird old animal she supposed she could beat him up and steal his money anyway. She spent 12 years with Conrad and grew to love him as the father she had never known. As Maddie’s talents seemed to tend toward ice this was her main field of study and she became proficient over the years with it.

Time passed and in their twelfth year together Conrad asked Maddie to marry him. She was disgusted and told him no and a row ensued in which her ears and left leg were destroyed and she was tossed out on the streets again. Once there she took up her old ways, save she had become craftier under Conrad’s training and instead of simple pick-pocketing she set up a practice as the traveling seer, “Madame Eyes”. A mixture of intuitive skills in reading the body-language of others and her own slights-of-hand and misdirection combined to make her business as a con-artist profitable. On occasion she has used her ice magic as part of her act and has once or twice used her third eye to great effect. As those few who have seen it attest, it: “Scares a good decade outta your life!”
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"Anything good in life is either illegal, immoral, or fattening." - Murphy's Law

RabidFox

*grin* You're not so bad yourself, sir. Anyway as I thought it would be redundant to post another thread for a second character, here is the profile for another character I've come up with.

Medieval Character

Name: Richard “Rich” Coalminer III
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Mustilidae/Pine Marten
Occupation: Jack of all trades and master of none.

Appearance: Rich is a rather feminine looking fellow, which is unfortunate as he’s also a misogynist. In fact, his royal purple tunic, lilac under-shirt, matching leggings and white boots, contribute to his being mistaken for a female on occasion. He has a few other accessories including an imitation dark rune fixed to his tunic and a black belt that holds his short sword and money bag. All of this clothing is kept meticulously clean (along with Rich himself) by unknown means, but the answer probably lies in the public bath houses. Aside from his feminine build, the marten is below average height and on the lean side. He is covered with chocolate brown fur and lacks the general darker and lighter markings (a trait his father passed on) of his species. His eyes are gray, a pass-on from his mother, and his expression is generally one of disinterest or sardonic amusement. One other feature to note is his right ear that is split in half due to a birth defect. This causes slight hearing problems on his right side.

Pictures: Richard 1
Richard 2
Character Sheet
By Under
Rich and Kyle 1
Rich and Kyle 2

Bio: Richard Coalminer III was born to Mary Eyes and Richard Coalminer, Jr. twenty years ago in Gawain. As his father’s surname suggests, the family was in the mining business, or at least his father’s side was. His mother came from a group of failed farmers and it was only her beauty and sly charms that attained entrance to the Coalminer family and its wealth. Rich, as he was nicknamed by family and peers alike, grew to despise females because of his mother. The young marten found her to be a weak thing that was unfaithful to her husband and lazy to boot and he began to associate all females with such an image.

The marten was kicked out of school (his family could afford lessons at a small, private institution) at the age of ten for fighting with his schoolmates, though it would have been fair to say it was for fighting with his female schoolmates as he’d had rows before with the other boys regarding his appearance. Ashamed of his son’s behavior, Richard II decided to send Rich to an all-boys boarding school in the northeast in the bleak, rocky harbor city of Portsmouth. It was one of the few infertile regions of Gawain and Richard II figured if anything could straighten his boy out it would be the harsh land and rule of the boarding school there.

Despite his initial protests, Rich came to enjoy his time at the boarding school. Without “useless females” around to distract him, his grades kept up and he became one of the top students. He became fast friends with an upper-classman weasel named Kyle and the two were nearly inseparable until the year Kyle was to graduate and leave Rich behind. They had a falling out and Rich nearly committed suicide when he saw Kyle was becoming intimate with another boy. The marten held off taking the leap from his third-story balcony and instead ran away from the school, taking what he could with him. He has since traveled, working as he could for whatever animals would pay him and not balking at even the lowliest of jobs. His only criterion for work is that the one asking for his services is a male.

Other: Nephew of Madame Eyes, though he does not know it and would probably not care either way.
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"Anything good in life is either illegal, immoral, or fattening." - Murphy's Law

RabidFox · Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 8:56 pm Post subject: Madame: Remus Saveau

'Ello again, dahlin'. These characters just keep shoving themselves into my head, so here's another little fellow.

Medieval Character

Real Name: Remus Saveau
Main Alias: Fiver
Other Aliases: (As given by various newpapers in other countries) Five-Finger Discount Thief (Gawain) and Grey Ghost (Kahun); (as self-assigned) Jesse and Kyte
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Canine/Grey Fox
Occupation: Thief

Appearance: Fiver is a minimalist when it comes to his personal appearance and as such he isn’t much to look at. The fox sports a short, open burgundy vest and dusty white canvas pants that have a few colorful patches where the regular wear and tear has forced their mending. His feet remain bare and his main piece of jewelry (outside a sash that keeps his pant up and holds his dagger) seems an unwilling one in the form of a metal collar locked on his neck. The lock is simple and has the word “Taken” inscribed on it. He can also be seen with a pair of leather gloves with Arctic Islands crystals embedded in them. On his person he carries a large leather pack that holds quite a few of his valuables (the others are hidden about Feila in various countries).

His fur is the average coloration of a grey fox and his build is slim, but his muscles are strong and wiry. The canine has an open, friendly face with mischievous light brown eyes always searching for the next victim to relieve a few trinkets from. While he isn’t handsome by any stretch of the imagination, Fiver is what most females would deem “cute” due to his height which seems to be a head below the average fox.

Picture: Fiver
Fiver 2
Fiver, Sam, and Max
By Zeru

Bio: Fiver was born on the streets of Domus and sold off quickly to feed his mother’s drug habit to a noble Shetland Sheepdog named Randall Kilpatrick looking to raise his own body guards from children so that they might be completely loyal to him as if he were their own father. Fiver (he was known by another name then, but the only ones who have the information have either forgotten it or aren’t telling) became one of seven elite trainees and grew up having to fight every step of the way or face shame or expulsion from Randall’s guard. Though he seemed to be going along with the flow well, Fiver found himself feeling out of place. While his fellow trainees looked on Randall as a sort of demigod (a product of their conditioning) the fox saw him merely as a Sheltie with too much money to spend and one clever in the ways of brainwashing.

At the age of fifteen, Fiver committed an atrocity when he dared to speak back to Randall. For punishment, the fox was placed in a cell, but the training that he had received at the Sheltie’s expense helped him escape and incapacitate the guard watching him. Feeling his days with Randall were at an end, Fiver made his way to the dog’s room, stole everything that looked valuable and made off. He was immediately labeled a fugitive and Randall put a price on his head, dead or alive (preferably dead).

Selling off the jewels he’d taken one by one for gold, Fiver made his way from Domus to the Gawain where he found his skills best served him as a thief. He became known as the “Five-finger Discount Thief” in the papers and the title was later shortened to just “Fiver” as his crime spree continued without respite. Once a price was set on his head in Gawain, the fox moved onto the Territory of the Ravens at the age of 20 for a bit of R and R. It was there he acquired his collar, though he refuses to speak any more on the issue or of his time in the Territory. He left about six months later and has traveled the world putting his thieving skills to the test and occasionally stopping by the long-distance messenger’s office to send letters written in a mysterious code.
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RabidFox · Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 8:56 pm Post subject: Madame: Cherish Albany

Sorry for the double post, but I've a new character. A burdy of my very own and I shall call her Squishy...or Cherish...whatever.Wink

Medieval Character

Name: Cherish Albany
Age: 43
Gender: Female
Race: Avian/Red Wing Blackbird
Occupation: Bard

Appearance: Cherish looks good given her age. She is a red winged blackbird with light brown skin as well as chocolate brown eyes. Cherish’s wings are black with red and gold markings and the feathers atop her head are black with red markings and reach just past her chin.

For clothing, she wears a long-sleeve shirt with a generous gap in the back to allow for her wings. The shirt is made of white velvet and has gold on it around the collar and cuffs. Her lower covering is a simple, red skirt which hides her tail. For accessories, she wears four silver earrings, two on each ear, a traveler’s pack for her meager belongings and a case for her harp. The harp is an interesting instrument in itself. It is hand-sized (obviously) and wooden with seven fine strings. Runes of the seven elements are carved at the base of the strings -- one for each. The harp assists Cherish in performing spells of all elements, but her strongest is Wind.

Picture: Cherish

Bio: Born in the Territory of the Ravens 43 years ago, Cherish Rubin was as unruly as her raven cousins. She grew up something of a wild child as her parents were more intent on doing each other in than dealing with their offspring. She became pregnant at 16 and married her current flame, though it is unclear whether he, a blackbird named Talent Marshwing, was the actual father. Their daughter was born Hope Marshwing and they spent all of six months in harmony. After that, Cherish grew bored of the married, motherly life. She began abusing alcohol, her husband and her daughter. The tiniest of offenses could send her into a rage that might take hours to fade depending on when her drunken stupor forced her into unconsciousness.

For his part, Talent tried to be supportive for a few months hoping she would return to the stable, if brash, bird he’d built a home with. Cherish went on as she was though with no sign of respite and it was on the night that she slammed Hope into a wall (breaking her wing) for crying too loudly during a hangover that he decided to leave. Talent took Hope with him and never looked back. He still resides in the Territory but has taken great pains to avoid detection by his ex-wife.

After both Talent and Hope left, Cherish dug herself even deeper into the black hole of addiction. She quit a waitressing job at the local tavern and started gambling to pay for everything from food, to housing, to drugs. Relationship-wise, she followed a trail well traveled in the form of one-night stands in the homes of whoever happened to pick up the tab that night. The spiral eventually hit rock bottom when she found herself, at the age of 30, attacked and captured by some of the thugs who ran the gambling operation in town. She was so far in debt, they told her, that there was almost no way she could pay it off in her lifetime. As payment, Cherish would have to become their slave.

Refusing, the blackbird tried to escape only to have both her wings broken in several places. She was taken to a doctor who set the bones but told her it was unlikely she would ever fly again. To this day she can barely manage a lopsided glide.

Cherish became a slave to the gamblers and she was treated as roughly as one might imagine, but they did have sense enough to train her for something to get their money’s worth out of her. The avian was schooled in the arts of the bards and given an elemental harp. Even after many years, the only element she’s fully mastered is Wind.

These days, she is allowed to roam freely where she wills. Cherish became the wife of the kingpin of the gambling operation, one Kline Albany, for tax purposes and he has his affairs and she hers. They meet about once a year so she can pay him for his ‘kindness’ in the form of trinkets, gold and other more sordid sorts of payment.
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RabidFox · Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 9:00 pm Post subject: Secluded: Jherik Kredd

This is just a reposting of my first character Jherik Kredd, as the link to his profile in my signature links to a page that doesn't have the profile in the right place.

Name: Jherik Kredd
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Species: Red Fox
Occupation: None, as he has enough money to get along without one.

Appearance: He has wholly unused, and therefore diminished muscle mass, accompanied by a standard frame. His eyes are anything but spectacular, being a dark mixture of brown and green, with a small bit of yellow in the mix. He typically wears brightly colored clothing that expresses his status, with a brown cape he uses when he travels. His only weapon is a standard rapier, which he rarely likes to use, since rapiers are prone to breaking.

Personal info: Well, in all honesty, Jherik is smart. He grew up in Domus with a love of knowledge, and did all he could to attain it, something he could do more easily than others thanks to his noble status. He has a quite jovial manner when in company, but normally broods and thinks about situations too much. He is often described as someone who "talks too much", or "bombastic" as he often breaks into speeches and other such pompous things. This can get on some people's nerves, though he is used to that path of action. He is relaxed and optimistic, but wholly unused to battle.

- Modern -

Name: Jherik Kredd
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Species: Red Fox
Occupation: Biologist (in basically any field).

Personality: Eccentric would be the best way to put it. Not much else to say. He's the type who, if you found him sitting next to you at a bus stop, would greet you with a voice that sounds like he's deflating. Yet, he can become far too enthusiatic for his own good at times.

Clothing: He wears a light brown trenchcoat, though not the type one hides guns in, and a pair of off-white shoes that look like sneakers, but are apparently made for those not in high-school.

Anything else: As you might guess from his job, he's pretty smart. He's done a huge amount of walking, what with city life and all, traveling, and reading. Ah, the reading. So many books, so little time. Jherik's even written a few books of his own, but they aren't really leisure reading, more the sort of book that has ten pages of citations in the back.

Here's a picture of him done by RabidFox: http://www.furaffinity.net/full/1680973/
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RabidFox · Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 9:02 pm Post subject: Secluded: Shuglel Inet

Name: Shuglel Inet
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Race: Collared Lemming

Appearance: Being rather short and stout, he has anything but a majestic appearance. His eyes are simply a grayish-blue, and his fur can be either brown with hints of black and white, or completely white, depending on whether it's winter or not. However, long ago he took on an appearance that was rather apalling. Severe self-starvation and general negligence of his own condition has made his coat ragged and thin, his skin underneath heavily scarred, and his frame far too thin for his species. And yet, his eyes still hold the same intelligence of his past life, something not shown through his actions. This makes it a little off-putting to look him in the eye.

He still wears the outfit from his days of combat, but it has become shredded and almost black with dirt.

Biography: His residence is currently among the arctic islands. He once was a respected leader against the invading Domus and Edwin forces. Unfortunately, the horrors he met on the field proved too much for his mind, and something snapped. The last thing he ever saw before his descent into madness was the northern lights shining above him. Ever since, he has been a sort of shell-shocked old creature, living in a shoddy house on the outskirts of Shiya.
At one point, he acquired a crystal from the mines, and he spent days and days staring at it. Perhaps it was because his last fond memory of the world was the lights, and these crystals dispersed light in a way that mimicked them. In fact, vibrant colors are his only passion, and he seeks them like an insect drawn to a bright flame.

Most think his house is actually the lemming's grave, and, being the respected individual he is (was?) they haven't had the heart to tear it down.

- Modern -

Name: Shuglel Inet
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Species: Collared Lemming
Occupation: None, it's safer that way...

Appearance: He has the telltale bags under his eyes, the erratic twitches, a bruise here or there, the wild shifts in pitch when he talks, and the malnourished, flat look. This is rather abnormal-looking with Shuglel, since he *is* a lemming, after all.

Personality: Shuglel is not someone you'd feel comfortable around. He will often brandish his weapon at people randomly, he'll fix his eyes on something that interests him and follow it very closely for hours, even days. He has little to no interest in women, often treating them with disgust, though not in a forward way. He's often childish around the, too, but he's the same whenever he's in an uncomfortable situation. Just do your best not to be alone in a room with him if you don't want to spoil your day.

Clothing: He hasn't changed his clothes in some time, so yes, he smells terrible when you get close to him. On his legs rest a pair of tattered, ripped pants, complete with a bloodstain or two. his shirt is similar, just with more rips and less blood.

Anything else: Shuglel always keeps a pistol in his pocket, treating it like a son, protecting it and everything. It doesn't talk to him, but it helps him balance his feelings. It has no bullets, but he's always brandishing the thing at people anyway. Plus, he could stare at streetlights for quite some time. He loves them.
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"Anything good in life is either illegal, immoral, or fattening." - Murphy's Law

RabidFox · Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 9:05 pm Post subject: Secluded: Tom

Name: Tom

Gender: Male

Species: None

Age: He was built about 10 years ago...

Physical Description: Tom's a cube. He clunks around on his six-sided body, and he's painted green. A small microphone on one side of the cube relays auditory messages, and a small dark spot on each side of the cube accepts visual messages. Attached to one of the faces on his six-sided frame are four wheels, arranged in a way you would expect to see attached to a 20th century shopping cart. Unlike the sides of his square body, he cannot actually feel the wheels, but his brain is attached to them. It's like having four round feet.

Mental Description: Tom's existence is not a pleasant one. He lacks a true identity, since his brain is an odd mishmash of old and new. The biological components that form memory and personality remain, making him the same as the donor at the basic level, but where environment forms personality, Tom is very different. He has a few nerves still connected to his brain stem, which the scientists who created him attached to the synthetic cube that encases Tom. This allows him to feel, slightly, which turns out to be very unpleasant. He also has a number of useless drives that cannot be satiated. He won't die of hunger, since he is actually powered by inedible fuels, but he feels hungry. He feels a sex drive, but how're the ladies gonna have that thur sex wid a cube, eh?

Still, despite his physical discomfort, he is able to provide some mental comfort to himself by reading, which he does often.

History:

Tom's individual memory begins when his creators built an artificial hippocampus, but a few of the long-term memory centers of his brain retain info from the deceased man who originally housed him.

Scientists created Tom as an attempt to make a more human A.I. He was deemed a failure, and rightfully so, as the metal pieces and wiring that makes AI "artificial" are too few inside of Tom. He's mostly brain tissue from an organ donor's recently deceased brain, mixed with a variety of synthetic parts to compensate for the few bits of the original brain that were too decayed to be useful. As such, vital brain structures such as the hypothalamus, hippocampus, and various glands were replaced by clumsy metal impersonations. Unfortunately, none of these additions worked correctly. His hypothalamus was constantly active, making Tom angry all of the time, as well as incapable of sleep. His fake occipital lobe, however, proved at at least functional, allowing for Tom to perceive visual stimuli. His temporal lobes also functioned adequately, allowing Tom to learn and utilize language.

When Tom's creators tried to dispose of him, however, they botched it, and Tom escaped into the outside world, angry as ever.

Other: He can sound really, really stupid when he's mad, which is always. He also considers pig latin a separate language from English.
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RabidFox · Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 9:07 pm Post subject: Secluded: Dyrff Wills

Name: Dyrff Wills
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Species: Suricata suricatta, Meerkat

Personality: He is a ruthless, emotionless body, unfettered by fear. At least, he would like to think so... His ego rules him, and he does all he can to preserve his image, even to the point of unneeded personal danger. He isn't fond of you, and you definitely aren't fond of him in return. In fact, you probably think he's a complete asshole, which he is. He'll showboat, gloat, whine, insult, be sarcastic, and generally be as snide as can be. In the end, he probably does all of this 'cause of his small stature. He is a meerkat, after all.

History: He cannot remember where he was born, as he was moved to Gawain before his mind was coordinated enough to formulate memories. He trained under a mentor who found the young meerkat "interesting" for years, and the meerkat hated the man during every second he spent under him. When he felt he was old enough, he went out and did the first thing that he thought would be cool: he became a mercenary. And yet, he does little more than deliveries or thefts from nobles. He absolutely loves the fact that he has mysterious heritage. It's the last part of his kickass assassin visage formula he needs.

Other: When he's playing the part of the cool, collected, chop-you-in-half-without-a-moment's-pause mercenary, he doesn't talk much, and he'll perform all of the showy little stunts that are expected, like jumping between branches and spinning his weapon around like a baton, but when it comes to completing his actual mission, he lies half of the time. Seriously, every time he's ever been hired to kill someone, he has lied. This is surprisingly tactical on his part, since it means that the people who've hired him think he's really something, and they pass on word of his "skill" to other would-be suckers.

For those of you wondering what a merekat furry would look like, here you go:

This isn't exactly what he looks like, but it'll give you a general idea. The weapon is right, however.

- Modern -

Name: Dyrff Wills
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Species: Meerkat
Job: Volunteer Police, Solicitor

Personality: Dyrff is an immature little twerp who is hungry for recognition, but goes about acquiring it in awfully inefficient ways. He has come up with all sorts of codenames, none of which he has ever used exclusively.

Appearance: Imagine the picture above without weapons, and wearing ludicrously exhausted attire, such as a backward cap.

Anything Else: He works as a volunteer policeman on weekends in his apartment in Edwin, but during the week he works as a solicitor for a paper manufacturer, selling goods house by house, getting very little business, seeing as how he often yells at potential customers at some point. When he is working his volunteer job, he is never doing what is asked, often running after suspects.
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RabidFox

Here is where I will post any modified versions.

And so, my first modern character:

Jherik Kredd

Name: Jherik Kredd
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Species: Red Fox
Occupation: Biologist (in basically any field).

Personality: Eccentric would be the best way to put it. Not much else to say. He's the type who, if you found him sitting next to you at a bus stop, would greet you with a voice that sounds like he's deflating. Yet, he can become far too enthusiatic for his own good at times.

Clothing: He wears a light brown trenchcoat, though not the type one hides guns in, and a pair of off-white shoes that look like sneakers, but are apparently made for those not in high-school.

Anything else: As you might guess from his job, he's pretty smart. He's done a huge amount of walking, what with city life and all, traveling, and reading. Ah, the reading. So many books, so little time. Jherik's even written a few books of his own, but they aren't really leisure reading, more the sort of book that has ten pages of citations in the back.

Shuglel Inet

Name: Shuglel Inet
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Species: Collared Lemming
Occupation: None, it's safer that way...

Appearance: He has the telltale bags under his eyes, the erratic twitches, a bruise here or there, the wild shifts in pitch when he talks, and the malnourished, flat look. This is rather abnormal-looking with Shuglel, since he *is* a lemming, after all.

Personality: Shuglel is not someone you'd feel comfortable around. He will often brandish his weapon at people randomly, he'll fix his eyes on something that interests him and follow it very closely for hours, even days. He has little to no interest in women, often treating them with disgust, though not in a forward way. He's often childish around the, too, but he's the same whenever he's in an uncomfortable situation. Just do your best not to be alone in a room with him if you don't want to spoil your day.

Clothing: He hasn't changed his clothes in some time, so yes, he smells terrible when you get close to him. On his legs rest a pair of tattered, ripped pants, complete with a bloodstain or two. his shirt is similar, just with more rips and less blood.

Anything else: Shuglel always keeps a pistol in his pocket, treating it like a son, protecting it and everything. It doesn't talk to him, but it helps him balance his feelings. It has no bullets, but he's always brandishing the thing at people anyway. Plus, he could stare at streetlights for quite some time. He loves them.
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