Post by Tyson on Dec 19, 2007 16:32:01 GMT -5
Name: Tyson
Nickname: Tye
Occupation: Mayor
Gender:he
Age: unknown
what you are: fox
Appearance: flame-coloured fur with black ears and legs
Picture: (I'll draw one sometime maybe)
Personality: Tyson is sly and cunning, living up to the fox standards. he has a big ego and prides himself in being a fox. he pokes fun at others and loves to fight. He is cautious around others, unwilling to trust, love or even befriend. He looks cute and cuddly, but he's a devil of a creature. He is a provocative con-artist and delights in getting what he wants, even if it leads to others' misfortune.
History: He was born and raised in Scotland 'til he was old enough to go out on his own. tired of living in that area anyway, he traveled around Scotland, looking for the right place. He wandered into a sort of clan of foxes and raccoons, where he learned of foxes long ago who were masters of illusion and transformation. He lived amongst the clan and learned much about the skills raccoons and foxes once had. He wished and wished and wished for a way to regain those powers, until one fateful night. He went to sleep wishing and entered a dream. First, there was nothing. It was black all around and he could see nothing. He was floating, that much he knew. Suddenly, it was as though someone had jerked on a light. The space filled with brightness that burned his eyes. He jerked awake to find himself in a strange, new place, full of things he'd never dreamed was possible. He felt the magic coarse through his veins-the magic that foxes were meant to posses. He felt it and commanded it. He conjured illusions, he shifted from form to form and allowed his head to fill with all the mischif he could cause with it. he looked around him and was surprised to find that he could read the sign labeled: Welcome To Crazy Town. Looking around, he found the place deserted and destroyed. He soon got to work on fixing it up and by the end of the year, he was the proud owner of a beautiful town. He made himself mayor and waited for travelers to stop by the magnificent glory of Crazy Town.
Family: Mother, Father, Brother, Sister; all of which are still in Scotland.
RPG Ex: Tyson pranced through the town turning his head this way and that. He jumped into the air and became a bird, soaring through the skies, high above Crazy Town. This was his, all his. There was no greater gift than this crazy place where anything was possible. It did not matter to him if his powers got weaker the further he got from CrazyTown, because the only time he was out was to hunt. The moment a fry-cook entered his town would be the greatest day of his life for sure.
Nickname: Tye
Occupation: Mayor
Gender:he
Age: unknown
what you are: fox
Appearance: flame-coloured fur with black ears and legs
Picture: (I'll draw one sometime maybe)
Personality: Tyson is sly and cunning, living up to the fox standards. he has a big ego and prides himself in being a fox. he pokes fun at others and loves to fight. He is cautious around others, unwilling to trust, love or even befriend. He looks cute and cuddly, but he's a devil of a creature. He is a provocative con-artist and delights in getting what he wants, even if it leads to others' misfortune.
History: He was born and raised in Scotland 'til he was old enough to go out on his own. tired of living in that area anyway, he traveled around Scotland, looking for the right place. He wandered into a sort of clan of foxes and raccoons, where he learned of foxes long ago who were masters of illusion and transformation. He lived amongst the clan and learned much about the skills raccoons and foxes once had. He wished and wished and wished for a way to regain those powers, until one fateful night. He went to sleep wishing and entered a dream. First, there was nothing. It was black all around and he could see nothing. He was floating, that much he knew. Suddenly, it was as though someone had jerked on a light. The space filled with brightness that burned his eyes. He jerked awake to find himself in a strange, new place, full of things he'd never dreamed was possible. He felt the magic coarse through his veins-the magic that foxes were meant to posses. He felt it and commanded it. He conjured illusions, he shifted from form to form and allowed his head to fill with all the mischif he could cause with it. he looked around him and was surprised to find that he could read the sign labeled: Welcome To Crazy Town. Looking around, he found the place deserted and destroyed. He soon got to work on fixing it up and by the end of the year, he was the proud owner of a beautiful town. He made himself mayor and waited for travelers to stop by the magnificent glory of Crazy Town.
Family: Mother, Father, Brother, Sister; all of which are still in Scotland.
RPG Ex: Tyson pranced through the town turning his head this way and that. He jumped into the air and became a bird, soaring through the skies, high above Crazy Town. This was his, all his. There was no greater gift than this crazy place where anything was possible. It did not matter to him if his powers got weaker the further he got from CrazyTown, because the only time he was out was to hunt. The moment a fry-cook entered his town would be the greatest day of his life for sure.
