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Username:Number:
HannahBug197
Name:Pronunciation:
Inteus[een-TAY-oos]
Nickname:Name Origin:
TuNative American
Gender:Growing?
ToddYes
Name Meaning:
The name means "has no shame", which can be interpreted in two very different ways.
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Personality:
How Tu is considered a natural leader, the world may never know. Although it's true that he's good at it, he has tendencies to have outbursts while being rash and acting like a kit. Thanks to having extreme trust issues, it's very difficult to get close to Inteus. He doubts every word a stranger says and it takes years for him to learn to simply tolerate their existence. He doesn't try to hide his distrust, either. Often, he needs to be told to stop squinting and glaring at foxes. He's superstitious and avoids things that are said to be bad luck as if they might jump up and chase him. His worrying comes in the form of imagining bizarre things that could happen, but have a teeny tiny chance of actually happening. Instead of melting into a ball of stress while he theorizes what aliens abducted who, he'll start to get angry. Angry and hyper. It's best to stop him before he starts, because not soon after he's positive what happened, he'll charge off to battle his made-up attacker. On that topic, Tu does have just the slightest anger issues. Stubbing his toe on a root could result in him screaming at a tree until his friends pulled him away. He is a loud fox and will shout whenever he's irritable, wants attention, or thinks he doesn't currently look powerful enough. As a side effect, it is very common for him to lose his voice for the next few days. He can be very pushy and demanding, especially towards strangers. He gets into fights with others quite a bit, where they will find that he's not afraid to draw blood and his temper can get quickly out of hand.
Fury aside, Inteus is very loyal. He would never leave his friends and does whatever he can to help them. In fact he can and will risk his life for them (although, sometimes he does this when it's not at all nessisary). He shows that he cares by picking on his friends, sometimes going to great lengths to tackle of scare them. He never means any harm, though. If his teasing is taken as offensive, he will have no idea why and is likely to get offended himself. While around his friends, he tends to be much more immature. He jokes around a lot and pours heavy doses of sarcasm into a lot of his words. He has a habit of doing things that others find hilarious, but he doesn't understand why what he did was funny (he'll probably get offended too). Since he is competitive, he likes to challenge them to play "games" with him such as who can catch a particularly fast rabbit first or who can collect more berries in a certain amount of time. Unfortunately, Tu is an extremely sore loser is likely to sulk after someone else wins one of the competitions. Believe it or not, Inteus can be serious. There are many moments where he snaps into a mood that seems much more matured and aware, leaving others a bit confused. When he's like this, he will be stern, direct, and sometimes condescending. Typically, he's only like this during conflict or stress and as soon as the issue is resolved, the mood will vanish. Overall, his personality is quite loud, but at the end of the day it starts to fade away. He doesn't talk too much after the sun sets and will start to plod along instead of walk proudly. All that hyperactivity each day leaves him exhausted, so it's not a good idea for him to skip sleeping no matter how much he complains or insists that he can go on.══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
Relation:--------------------------------------------------------------- Stay or Go:
Frankly, he has no idea. It highly depends on
what his friends want to do, as he would not
want to abandon them, even after their
journey was over.
Tu considers himself to be very good friends with
his two group-mates. At this point in time, he
knows much about them and vice versa. He
hasn't looked too deeply into each relationship. Story Of Home:
He had seen them once. He was small and almost too young to remember. The day the foxes of age were to be sent on their pilgrimage, the clan was very active. It wasn’t difficult for him to wander right out of camp and into the snow. The loud chatter made his head ache and he wanted to get away from it. The snow was high outside and frozen on the surface, so moving was a struggle. Determined, though, he pushed forwards, plowing a lumpy trail. He was so distracted with his mission that he did not hear when his parents called out. The path he had taken would be easy to follow, but outside was not the first place they went to look for a missing kit. As the sun slowly rose in the sky, Inteus slowly and steadily made his way into dangerous territory.
It took nearly an hour for him to realize that he was very cold. His fur was not thick enough to protect him from the chill of the Void. The sounds of the clan were no longer in earshot. Without the babble, he felt as if he had suddenly lost all sense of direction. The thought occurred to him to simply follow his trail back, but he had been walking in shadow for a long time. Here, the snow was completely frozen over, giving enough support for him to skitter along the top without making a dent. Since he was young, he wanted to cry, but he tried to tell himself that he didn’t need to be scared. All he had to do was call out and surely someone in the clan would hear him. Many of the foxes had sharp ears, so surely…
Inteus took a deep breath and opened his mouth, but only managed to get a squeak out before the snow next to him erupted. Dull shards of ice and the soft snow beneath scattered everywhere under the force of large talons. He could not see what the claws belonged to, but a loud, earsplitting screech gave him a good idea. There was the sound of flapping wings, sending two gusts of wind that knocked the kit onto his side and slid him across the ice against his will. A large bird, similar looking to a hawk, but three times as big, leapt into the sky almost before he could process it. He cast his gaze upwards where the bird was gaining altitude, feathers looking like knives against the bright sky.
Since he had never been in one of these situations, Inteus’ brain had all but given up on him. He didn’t know whether to be scared of the bird or mad because it had attacked him. It was all he could do to regain his footing. Then, he stood with his mouth agape as the creature overhead began to spiral. It wasn’t until it was almost right on top of him that he realized it was diving again. Heart beating in his throat, he mustered the focus to put on a burst of speed. The snow behind him was disturbed again. Like the first time, he was knocked off his feet and sent skidding across the ice.
Instead of sliding closer to what was casting the shadows over the snow where he would be safer, he was spun into the sunlight. Immediately, the softer snow gave way under him and he sunk nearly up to his shoulders. The cold made him cry out, but he was able to regain him footing quickly. Inteus had now come to the conclusion that he was mad. Standing in a defensive position with the short fur on his back bristling, he swung his head around to look for the bird. To his surprise, the sky seemed to be empty. He couldn’t hear any wingbeats or screeches anymore. It seemed the bird had left. Maybe he was too much of a fight for it, he thought. This kit wasn’t going to be such an easy meal!
His triumphant thoughts were suddenly interrupted. There was a jerk on the back of his neck, a searing pain, and then he was lifted off the ground. Snow fell from his matted fur in clumps as the place he had once been standing started to grow smaller. Thick, dark colored talons wrapped around his throat and pierced his skin. He tried to wail for help, but it was all the he could do to breathe. The bird had not left. In fact, it had been in the one place his hasty glances had not covered: behind him.
Time seemed to be moving only half as quickly as it should. He kicked his legs and pawed at the bird’s feet, but he didn’t have any claws to deal damage with. Trying to bite it didn’t do any good either because he couldn’t move his head. The rush of wind around wings sounded louder now, and it cut into Inteus’ ears. He was almost certain that staying with the clan would have been less of a headache than this. The air bit through his thin coat, making him much colder than he was moments ago.
Although things seemed hopeless, one thing was for sure: he was furious. The little kit would not stop flailing and thrashing, which seemed to give the bird difficulty. It wasn’t able to climb into the sky. Instead, it had to glide to attempt to regain its footing on Inteus. Its efforts were in vain, though. For now, it could keep a grip on his scruff, but if it tried to grab him elsewhere, there was a flurry of paws and small teeth in the way.
Suddenly, the bird let out another screech. Its wings flapped wildly to try and regain its course, as it had veered towards the ground. Since he could not see otherwise, Inteus could only assume that he was defeating the bird himself. What he didn’t know is that a fox had a very firm grip on the bird’s tail feathers. Another fox came out of seemingly nowhere and bit into a wing. Although the creature was very large, it could not fly with such weight. Three other foxes stepped into view from their camouflaged places in the snow. Badly outnumbered now, the bird dropped the flailing kit to claw at the two teens holding it down. Obviously not looking for a fight, they both opened their jaws, allowing the avian to escape in a flurry of feathers.
Little Inteus lay in the snow, panting and mind racing a million miles a minute. He was faintly aware of murmuring around him and what he was sure was a gash on the back of his neck. His vision was growing cloudy, but he could see the five figures gathering around him. One that looked stern and disapproving turned his head to say something to one who looked much more concerned, who nodded. His vision getting dark around the edges, he felt himself being lifted up, but by a fox this time, not a predator. Before his consciousness slipped from him, he realized something: these were the foxes that had been sent off on their pilgrimage.
It may not have seemed like a big thing. Surely every fox had seen the five teens when they were growing up, but Inteus was sure this was different. He has seen them on their pilgrimage. Even though they hadn’t left the territory, they had left the clan. He saw -or was at least in the same general area at the time- them function as an organized group as they would have to for many months. Although his family and a good portion of the clan was outraged at his near death encounter, his thoughts were elsewhere. He wanted to grow up to be like that. He wanted to go out on a pilgrimage and be a hero, too! Even when the five teens did not return many months later, his admiration for them did not fade.
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Bag:
As is typical for the pilgrimage, Tu has a bag to fill with valuable items used to impress other foxes and clans. Unfortunately, he may have missed the point. Not shortly after their journey began, he bet the other two that he would have to most things to bring back. He then began collecting anything he got his paws on. Whether the other two were playing the game or not, he had no idea. So, his bag is mainly filled with useless junk including dried grass, pinecones, colored eggshells, old leaves, stray prey bones, tattered feathers, "cool" looking rocks, bits of lost accessories, and even some thread from his companions cloak. Granted, there may be a few valuable things in there, but not much. Since he's "competing" with foxes with two bags each, he's stuffed his so full that he can hardly open it without the contents spilling out everywhere.══════════════════════════════════════════════════════
Quirks:--Whenever the sky is especially bright, he has a tendency to throw his cloak over Diamond's head. He's managed to figure out that the bright light slows her down, so it's the best that he can think to do to help. The only problem with this is that she can't see at all. So, he'll either say "follow the sound of my voice" for hours or grab a corner of the fabric in his mouth and try to lead her (which only works out so well). He'll also cover her head when they pass through snowy territory since the light reflects off the snow and can make things even brighter.
--When the trio stops to take breaks, he seems to obsessively clean his fur. Thanks to his heavier coat, he often gets mud, twigs, thorns, and other such things caught in it. It's especially bad around his paws. He's constantly stepping on splinters or thistles just because they've caught in his feathering. So, he has to spend quite a bit of time picking at his paws. He absolutely hates having to do this.
--Inteus has a lot of built up energy. Most of the time, he handles it fairly well, but there is the occasional situation when he does not. Bursts of hyperactivity hit him randomly, causing him to will shake, stutter, and move spastically. If he happens to be in an area with open space, he's likely to bolt suddenly, run a ways off, and then return like nothing happened. This process repeats until he wears himself out and, more often than not, causes the group to stop.
--He is not, nor will he be a very tall fox. Through his teen years, he's found that he hasn't grown much. Although his legs are long, he still appears much smaller than the average fox. Little does he know, he's only about an inch or two from reaching his full height.
--Tu loves to run and he loves open space. Although it may seem immature, he nearly always is up for a game of tag. Thanks to being closer to the ground, he is very hard to catch. His downfall is his lack of coordination, which often causes him to trip or crash into things.
--His hearing is not the best. Although he's not deaf or even partly so, he is hard pressed to hear things such as whispers or rustling in the overgrowth. This makes him a terrible scout. Some of the foxes from his home would joke that he shouted his hearing away.
--Despite being childish, Inteus is quite intelligent. He's able to create intricate plans, talk his way out of situations, and remember many things. Thanks to this, he never forgets a face or a voice and is able to make mental maps after exploring an area for a short amount of time. He will pick up little bits of information on foxes where he can such as fighting styles or physical weaknesses. If he's been around a creature for an extended amount of time, it's very likely that he knows much more information that he would ever show.
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