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Joined: Nov 2008 Gender: Male  Posts: 33 Karma: 0 |  | Vafra « Thread Started on Nov 24, 2008, 10:20pm » | |
Name: Vafra
Age: 1 year
Species: Fox
Breed: Red Fox
Simple description: Mostly auburn fur all over, blending in with grey fur down each flank and hind legs. White fur running along his stomach and chest up to underneath his chin. Black furred forelegs from the knees down. Bushy tail with a white tip, disproportionate to the rest of his relatively thin pelt. A body built for speed and agility, not brute strength.
Personality: A nice enough fox, but often likes to stir up trouble for his own amusement. Has a tendency to infuriate and tease the wrong creatures, sometimes by accident, but usually on purpose. Has an air of superiority about him. Despises ignorance of any kind. Doesn’t like to fight, especially because he would never win. Possesses very little sympathy, but will muster pity if need be.
Brief history: Has lead a dull, boring and “normal” life. Grew up with his parents and four siblings. He played, he lived, and he learned to hunt like all foxes should. He left the den for good when the time was right to forge a new life for himself. He moved far away from the old den and never stays in one place anymore. At most he’ll spend two weeks in the same den, then move on, except in the winter. Goes where he pleases, be it where men live or where animals live. Hasn’t come across a female he would consider “classy” enough for him, but is in no rush to be tied down. Lives in solitude, keeping mainly to himself.
Picture: N/A
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Joined: Nov 2008 Gender: Female  Posts: 66 Location: Someplace Karma: 7 |  | Re: Vafra « Reply #1 on Nov 24, 2008, 11:21pm » | |
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