Post by Deacon on Aug 3, 2008 23:42:24 GMT -5
.:Basics:.
Name: Vance
Meaning: Marshland
Pronunciation: Just Vance.
Origin: A glen in the heart of a deep, lush forest.
Age:
human age: 14
fox age: 2 years
Height:
fox height: 2'
human height: 5'
Weight:
fox weight: 43 pounds
human weight: average
Gender: Male
.:Family:.
Mother: *deceased*
Father: *deceased*
Siblings: Three, whereabouts unknown.
Mate: Nope
Pups: Nada
.:Appearance:.
His coat is a mix of black and grayish blue. There are blue patches of fur around both eyes, and he has a small patch of blue on his chest, almost perhaps in the shape of a star. His front legs are black; his hind legs are black, except for his toes, which are blue-tipped. A grayish-blue band encircles his tail near the end, with a black tip at the base. His eyes are yellow by nature.
.:Personality:.
He's a bit shy, this little fellow, and he's not one to pick fights or go looking for trouble. He'd prefer to avoid all forms of conflict, but he's willing to make a stand for his friends. Some say he is meek, and maybe he is. But to Vance, fighting solves nothing. It only leads to more fighting.
.:History:.
He was born in a small glen with three other fox kits. From the beginning, Vance found he was not up for roughhousing. The word play meant little to him. He'd much prefer to watch his siblings have a go at one another, tumbling about the den and into the forest beyond. Because he refused, they would force him to play. They would even bully their brother, leaving poor little Vance to run back to his mother. He began to become just a little bit clingy, while his siblings partook in what life had to offer. The shy little thing continued to watch, even as he continued to grow.
This put a wall between Vance and his folks. They had put up with this long enough. It was time for Vance to go out and explore. Fussing would do him no good, as he soon found himself forced out of the den and on into the glen. There wasn't a whole lot for one fox to do, and so he wandered a ways.
It didn't take long for his curiosity to kick in, and he wandered a little bit further away from the den. Never before had he noticed the splendors of nature. So this was why his siblings were always happy to go out and play. He moved a bit further, and he found a nice little spot in the woods where he could do what he always did best. Just sit and watch...
Vance could not tell you how long he stayed out there, but it must have been a pretty long while. He was watching a butterfly when the sound of distant barking made him tense up. It was coming from back in the glen. Mother...father! Snapping out of his trance, Vance ran back to the den. He never should have left in the first place!
He arrived just in time to find absolute horror. Several rogue dogs had invaded the glen, having sniffed out his den. His mother, his father... Vance couldn't see them. Then he saw two large dogs emerge from the cave. Their muzzles were stained a dark red, a clear giveaway that his parents were gone. He hid himself in the reeds, and watched as the dogs carried on, paying no mind to the kit in the bushes.
What happened to his siblings, you ask? He never found out. All he knew was that he couldn't stay there. So he left, hoping to find his place in the world...
.:Voice:.
Rather high-pitched.
.:Extras:.
He is very shy, and a tad meek at times. But he's up to making some friends. He doesn't care much for the wolves, as their size tends to intimidate him. He also gets nervous around dogs, but considering all that has happened, it's understandable.
.:Pics:.
Pic done by Rin. :3
Name: Vance
Meaning: Marshland
Pronunciation: Just Vance.
Origin: A glen in the heart of a deep, lush forest.
Age:
human age: 14
fox age: 2 years
Height:
fox height: 2'
human height: 5'
Weight:
fox weight: 43 pounds
human weight: average
Gender: Male
.:Family:.
Mother: *deceased*
Father: *deceased*
Siblings: Three, whereabouts unknown.
Mate: Nope
Pups: Nada
.:Appearance:.
His coat is a mix of black and grayish blue. There are blue patches of fur around both eyes, and he has a small patch of blue on his chest, almost perhaps in the shape of a star. His front legs are black; his hind legs are black, except for his toes, which are blue-tipped. A grayish-blue band encircles his tail near the end, with a black tip at the base. His eyes are yellow by nature.
.:Personality:.
He's a bit shy, this little fellow, and he's not one to pick fights or go looking for trouble. He'd prefer to avoid all forms of conflict, but he's willing to make a stand for his friends. Some say he is meek, and maybe he is. But to Vance, fighting solves nothing. It only leads to more fighting.
.:History:.
He was born in a small glen with three other fox kits. From the beginning, Vance found he was not up for roughhousing. The word play meant little to him. He'd much prefer to watch his siblings have a go at one another, tumbling about the den and into the forest beyond. Because he refused, they would force him to play. They would even bully their brother, leaving poor little Vance to run back to his mother. He began to become just a little bit clingy, while his siblings partook in what life had to offer. The shy little thing continued to watch, even as he continued to grow.
This put a wall between Vance and his folks. They had put up with this long enough. It was time for Vance to go out and explore. Fussing would do him no good, as he soon found himself forced out of the den and on into the glen. There wasn't a whole lot for one fox to do, and so he wandered a ways.
It didn't take long for his curiosity to kick in, and he wandered a little bit further away from the den. Never before had he noticed the splendors of nature. So this was why his siblings were always happy to go out and play. He moved a bit further, and he found a nice little spot in the woods where he could do what he always did best. Just sit and watch...
Vance could not tell you how long he stayed out there, but it must have been a pretty long while. He was watching a butterfly when the sound of distant barking made him tense up. It was coming from back in the glen. Mother...father! Snapping out of his trance, Vance ran back to the den. He never should have left in the first place!
He arrived just in time to find absolute horror. Several rogue dogs had invaded the glen, having sniffed out his den. His mother, his father... Vance couldn't see them. Then he saw two large dogs emerge from the cave. Their muzzles were stained a dark red, a clear giveaway that his parents were gone. He hid himself in the reeds, and watched as the dogs carried on, paying no mind to the kit in the bushes.
What happened to his siblings, you ask? He never found out. All he knew was that he couldn't stay there. So he left, hoping to find his place in the world...
.:Voice:.
Rather high-pitched.
.:Extras:.
He is very shy, and a tad meek at times. But he's up to making some friends. He doesn't care much for the wolves, as their size tends to intimidate him. He also gets nervous around dogs, but considering all that has happened, it's understandable.
.:Pics:.
Pic done by Rin. :3
Thnx go to meh friend Nip 
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