Crys' mini-profiles
Dec 21, 2012 15:34:26 GMT -5
Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Dec 21, 2012 15:34:26 GMT -5
Name: Crystal McFox Vallian Rosepaw
Species: Red/Arctic Fox
Gender: Female
Dibbun Weapon: Wooden Sword
Adult Weapon: Broadsword, a dagger, and two 'kama' (which are daggers with sickle blade that sort of fold in on themselves). She is capable of using a variety of weaponry, though she does not feel confident with them. If forced, she uses her predatory fangs and claws to defend herself, and can, for brief periods of time, fight unarmed due to her rigorous training.
Appearance: Crystal inherited her mother's coloration and build; shorter than other foxes and far more stout, as a dibbun she resembles a marshmallow due to her thick, shockingly white pelt. Towards the height of summer, her fur thins to reveal the coarse brown coat beneath. Her eyes are a bright, vivid green, and betray most of her emotion as a child. During her youthful Abbey seasons, she wears many second-hand garments, though her favorite is a blue smock-like dress with deep pockets and a belt she is forced to wear to keep herself from tripping over the hem of her dresses. As an adult, she changes clothing a bit more often; in times of peace she is often found wearing tunics and breeches of a variety of colors, and wearing mail and a green and gold brigandine into battle. She is not afraid to show her many visible scars, the worst of which being a wide, badly healed laceration on her hip, nor does she feel required to hide the piercings adorning her features. In fact, she rather enjoys the harsh appearance they lend her, as her species, gender, and shape do not mix well with her profession of a solider. Always on her person, though, is her broadsword and her badge, which remain at her side until her retirement.
Personality: As a dibbun, Crystal is a showoff, and also rather bookish. She's often rude without realizing she has hurt any feelings, and due to being a bit older than her friends, typically thinks of herself as the leader. She is hasty, often bumbling into situations that would have easily been avoided, but she makes up for it with fierce wit. As a young adult, she quickly mellows out, learning to take orders from her superiors rather than go gallivanting off on her own. Though she does take charge among groups of civilians, she quickly bows to anyone she views as her superior or even equal. Though this does create problems: her fierce loyalty occasionally causes her to take rash action if she deems it to be for the greater good. Temperamental, crass, and brave to near the point of stupidity, she is a force to be reckoned with in an arena, though her sharp senses and forgien logic suits her needs as a tactician. Respectful and polite to most, she doesn't easily befriend others closely, but those she extends the pleasure to will find no better ears to listen to their troubles. Yet within her core, something more sinister lurks; her lifelong mission of proving herself to be more than just her species clashes with her wild, brooding nature, creating a wrath when angered. Woe be to those who give serious insult to the fox; her sword is sharp and her paws quick.
Species: Red/Arctic Fox
Gender: Female
Dibbun Weapon: Wooden Sword
Adult Weapon: Broadsword, a dagger, and two 'kama' (which are daggers with sickle blade that sort of fold in on themselves). She is capable of using a variety of weaponry, though she does not feel confident with them. If forced, she uses her predatory fangs and claws to defend herself, and can, for brief periods of time, fight unarmed due to her rigorous training.
Appearance: Crystal inherited her mother's coloration and build; shorter than other foxes and far more stout, as a dibbun she resembles a marshmallow due to her thick, shockingly white pelt. Towards the height of summer, her fur thins to reveal the coarse brown coat beneath. Her eyes are a bright, vivid green, and betray most of her emotion as a child. During her youthful Abbey seasons, she wears many second-hand garments, though her favorite is a blue smock-like dress with deep pockets and a belt she is forced to wear to keep herself from tripping over the hem of her dresses. As an adult, she changes clothing a bit more often; in times of peace she is often found wearing tunics and breeches of a variety of colors, and wearing mail and a green and gold brigandine into battle. She is not afraid to show her many visible scars, the worst of which being a wide, badly healed laceration on her hip, nor does she feel required to hide the piercings adorning her features. In fact, she rather enjoys the harsh appearance they lend her, as her species, gender, and shape do not mix well with her profession of a solider. Always on her person, though, is her broadsword and her badge, which remain at her side until her retirement.
Personality: As a dibbun, Crystal is a showoff, and also rather bookish. She's often rude without realizing she has hurt any feelings, and due to being a bit older than her friends, typically thinks of herself as the leader. She is hasty, often bumbling into situations that would have easily been avoided, but she makes up for it with fierce wit. As a young adult, she quickly mellows out, learning to take orders from her superiors rather than go gallivanting off on her own. Though she does take charge among groups of civilians, she quickly bows to anyone she views as her superior or even equal. Though this does create problems: her fierce loyalty occasionally causes her to take rash action if she deems it to be for the greater good. Temperamental, crass, and brave to near the point of stupidity, she is a force to be reckoned with in an arena, though her sharp senses and forgien logic suits her needs as a tactician. Respectful and polite to most, she doesn't easily befriend others closely, but those she extends the pleasure to will find no better ears to listen to their troubles. Yet within her core, something more sinister lurks; her lifelong mission of proving herself to be more than just her species clashes with her wild, brooding nature, creating a wrath when angered. Woe be to those who give serious insult to the fox; her sword is sharp and her paws quick.