Post by miranda on Dec 19, 2007 20:36:25 GMT -5
Name: Bacon
Gender: he
Occupation: Chimney sweep
Age: 19 months
what you are: Fox
Appearance: With a body as small as a cat, a tail as bushy as a cotton ball, and a lithe build, the fox was more or less BORN for his job. His fur is a lovely soft, brown color, except for half of his sides, his underbelly, his chest, his chin, parts of his ears, the sides of his legs facing towards his body, and the sides and under part of his tail; they're a creamy yellow color. His eyes are black
Picture: growabrain.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/quick_brown_fox.jpg
Personality: Naive, he beleives anything anyone tells him. With his lack of cunning, but his love for play, many say that he's half chihuahua, and though he knows it's not true, it hurts him badly to have people tell him as such. It makes him feel stupid. The way he acts makes a few see him as gay, but he loves the vixens!
History: Born to a pair of foxes, this fox was the runt of their two kit litter. Bacon lost contact with his parents after a human gave chase to them. He knows where his brother is, he's off taking orders from some alien chick, while he went off to the city. In the city he learned the some amzing things; his 'God Father' Accent is one of them. He got a job as a chimney sweep in order to keep up the payments on his house.
RPG Ex:
"OOOOOH!" Came a voice from a chimeny, "A chimeny Sweep's life is a life for me! Sweeping up chimney's is the way you see. I can see the town from far and wide, just by sweepin' up the chimney side!" The fox began to whistle as he swept up the chimney, covered in soot, with a chimney brush in hand. all of the sudden he was smacked with a shoe.
"Shut up!" Came a voice outside of the chimney, "You're obnoxious racket is making it hard to-"
"Oi!" He said, jumping down and landing on a log, "Now, yous see here, I'm cleanin out YOUR chimney, and, ya see, bub, I'd like some respect! Or I'll jus leave it like it was. Are we at an understanding, pal?" The man turned in a huff, and let Bacon go back to his work.
Bacon giggled gleefully. He knew that he wouldn't leave the chimney unclean; but the guy didn't. And people said he wasn't cunn- "Woah!" As he had been thinking, he'd been climbing back up the chimney, and misplaces his paw.
Lets just say he landed on the log in an... unconfortable position. "Owwy! Owwy! Owwy!" He shouted, jumping up and down for a moment-- and causing a large pile of soot to fall. Right on him.
He caughed, then, doing a little jumpy thing, rid himself of the soot, and went back to cleaning.
Codewords: Moo, trolly, zingthumpstop
Gender: he
Occupation: Chimney sweep
Age: 19 months
what you are: Fox
Appearance: With a body as small as a cat, a tail as bushy as a cotton ball, and a lithe build, the fox was more or less BORN for his job. His fur is a lovely soft, brown color, except for half of his sides, his underbelly, his chest, his chin, parts of his ears, the sides of his legs facing towards his body, and the sides and under part of his tail; they're a creamy yellow color. His eyes are black
Picture: growabrain.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/quick_brown_fox.jpg
Personality: Naive, he beleives anything anyone tells him. With his lack of cunning, but his love for play, many say that he's half chihuahua, and though he knows it's not true, it hurts him badly to have people tell him as such. It makes him feel stupid. The way he acts makes a few see him as gay, but he loves the vixens!
History: Born to a pair of foxes, this fox was the runt of their two kit litter. Bacon lost contact with his parents after a human gave chase to them. He knows where his brother is, he's off taking orders from some alien chick, while he went off to the city. In the city he learned the some amzing things; his 'God Father' Accent is one of them. He got a job as a chimney sweep in order to keep up the payments on his house.
RPG Ex:
"OOOOOH!" Came a voice from a chimeny, "A chimeny Sweep's life is a life for me! Sweeping up chimney's is the way you see. I can see the town from far and wide, just by sweepin' up the chimney side!" The fox began to whistle as he swept up the chimney, covered in soot, with a chimney brush in hand. all of the sudden he was smacked with a shoe.
"Shut up!" Came a voice outside of the chimney, "You're obnoxious racket is making it hard to-"
"Oi!" He said, jumping down and landing on a log, "Now, yous see here, I'm cleanin out YOUR chimney, and, ya see, bub, I'd like some respect! Or I'll jus leave it like it was. Are we at an understanding, pal?" The man turned in a huff, and let Bacon go back to his work.
Bacon giggled gleefully. He knew that he wouldn't leave the chimney unclean; but the guy didn't. And people said he wasn't cunn- "Woah!" As he had been thinking, he'd been climbing back up the chimney, and misplaces his paw.
Lets just say he landed on the log in an... unconfortable position. "Owwy! Owwy! Owwy!" He shouted, jumping up and down for a moment-- and causing a large pile of soot to fall. Right on him.
He caughed, then, doing a little jumpy thing, rid himself of the soot, and went back to cleaning.
Codewords: Moo, trolly, zingthumpstop