Post by Jaybird on May 6, 2010 20:43:30 GMT -8
Name: Kenyon Boe
Nickname(s): None (Yet)
Age: 20
Date of Birth: August 19
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Breed: Fox shape-shifter
Abilities: Heightened hearing, Candae Speech
Loyalty: None yet
Status/Occupation: Mercenary
Appearance:
Human Form: Rather long and messy dark auburn hair shot through with brown. Long bangs held out of his eyes with a green strip of cloth. Handsome with an angular face, strong chin, pointed nose, expressive eyes, and sharp teeth. Has fair, sun-tanned skin and light golden-brown eyes. Wears a colorful patchwork jacket, gray shirt, black pants tucked into sturdy boots, padded leather gloves, twin thick iron swords, and a number of hidden knives. Well muscled and wiry, about 6'2 and thin, giving him a taller appearance.
Animal Form:
Thick auburn fur, white belly, and black ears, nose, tail-tip, and toes. Eyes are deep amber. About the size of a Labrador retriever. One tooth shows through his lip, giving him a roguish look.
Half Form:
Looks the same as his fox form but with the body of his human form. Has a messy tuft of hair on the top of his head and a vertical black line under each eye. His hands stay mostly human but his feet are more like a fox's and cannot fit into shoes.
Personality:
Very cunning and loyal to a fault once he considers someone a friend. Often gets into trouble do to his curious nature and cant help but to butt in where he's not really wanted. Always smiling, which serves to hide his true emotions. Too nice to people but a deadly warrior if the need arises. Thinks the best of anyone until proven otherwise and is cheery constantly. Very perceptive and tends to be extremely chivalrous, a trait that many find either endearing or irritating.
History:
Born in a town so small it wasn't registered on any map, Kenyon grew up in relative peace. At age twelve a small war broke out and Kenyon was more or less forced into combat training. He excelled in martial arts and sword-play, and by age fifteen he had the skill to rival even the most talented teacher. Wanting to continue his training, he left home and began traveling, taking lessons from any who would teach him. While on the road Kenyon found that the life of a vagabond suited him, and decided to take up a mercenary mantle. Now well versed in stealth, sword-play, and most kinds of martial arts, Kenyon set out to make a name for himself.
Roleplay Sample:
Shit.
I think I've fallen for Duci. That isn't a bad thing, she's beautiful, friendly, and easy to get along with. But I don't actually know her that well. What am I going to do? Walk up and say, "Hey Duci remember me? We seem to meet up everywhere and you saved me from slavery! You wanna go out?"
Yeah right. How romantic. And I like to be romantic, treat a lady like a lady, not just a smaller, weaker man. So sue me.
I wish I could just read minds and find out how she really feels. She's so good at hiding her expression, probably from years of working in Spirit, that I can never truly tell what she's thinking. But that's one of the things I like, she keeps me guessing.
We're both shifters but she seems, I dunno, high-born? Sophisticated? I'm just a mercenary from a town without a name. Maybe I'll work up the courage to ask. Maybe it'll turn out for the best?
All I can do is ask and hope she feels the same way.
Nickname(s): None (Yet)
Age: 20
Date of Birth: August 19
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Breed: Fox shape-shifter
Abilities: Heightened hearing, Candae Speech
Loyalty: None yet
Status/Occupation: Mercenary
Appearance:
Human Form: Rather long and messy dark auburn hair shot through with brown. Long bangs held out of his eyes with a green strip of cloth. Handsome with an angular face, strong chin, pointed nose, expressive eyes, and sharp teeth. Has fair, sun-tanned skin and light golden-brown eyes. Wears a colorful patchwork jacket, gray shirt, black pants tucked into sturdy boots, padded leather gloves, twin thick iron swords, and a number of hidden knives. Well muscled and wiry, about 6'2 and thin, giving him a taller appearance.
Animal Form:
Thick auburn fur, white belly, and black ears, nose, tail-tip, and toes. Eyes are deep amber. About the size of a Labrador retriever. One tooth shows through his lip, giving him a roguish look.
Half Form:
Looks the same as his fox form but with the body of his human form. Has a messy tuft of hair on the top of his head and a vertical black line under each eye. His hands stay mostly human but his feet are more like a fox's and cannot fit into shoes.
Personality:
Very cunning and loyal to a fault once he considers someone a friend. Often gets into trouble do to his curious nature and cant help but to butt in where he's not really wanted. Always smiling, which serves to hide his true emotions. Too nice to people but a deadly warrior if the need arises. Thinks the best of anyone until proven otherwise and is cheery constantly. Very perceptive and tends to be extremely chivalrous, a trait that many find either endearing or irritating.
History:
Born in a town so small it wasn't registered on any map, Kenyon grew up in relative peace. At age twelve a small war broke out and Kenyon was more or less forced into combat training. He excelled in martial arts and sword-play, and by age fifteen he had the skill to rival even the most talented teacher. Wanting to continue his training, he left home and began traveling, taking lessons from any who would teach him. While on the road Kenyon found that the life of a vagabond suited him, and decided to take up a mercenary mantle. Now well versed in stealth, sword-play, and most kinds of martial arts, Kenyon set out to make a name for himself.
Roleplay Sample:
Shit.
I think I've fallen for Duci. That isn't a bad thing, she's beautiful, friendly, and easy to get along with. But I don't actually know her that well. What am I going to do? Walk up and say, "Hey Duci remember me? We seem to meet up everywhere and you saved me from slavery! You wanna go out?"
Yeah right. How romantic. And I like to be romantic, treat a lady like a lady, not just a smaller, weaker man. So sue me.
I wish I could just read minds and find out how she really feels. She's so good at hiding her expression, probably from years of working in Spirit, that I can never truly tell what she's thinking. But that's one of the things I like, she keeps me guessing.
We're both shifters but she seems, I dunno, high-born? Sophisticated? I'm just a mercenary from a town without a name. Maybe I'll work up the courage to ask. Maybe it'll turn out for the best?
All I can do is ask and hope she feels the same way.