Personality and history are at the bottom of the form c:
❝I'm a
NIGHTMARE; a
DISASTER.
That's what they
ALWAYS said.
I'm a
LOST CAUSE; not a
HERO.
But I'll make it
ON MY OWN!
I've gotta prove them
WRONG!
Me
AGAINST the world.
It's
ME against
THE WORLD.
❞
Username:
(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who lost control.
(Control) But in the end I'd be the,
Last man standing.
(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who sold his soul.
(His soul) Forever gone to be the,
Last man standing.
Glorious....
Noble in my mind....
Everything a fight to win....
Taking all and giving,
Whatever my pride would let me.
Not backing down, not giving in.
I wouldn't lose, I couldn't.
(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who lost control.
(Control) But in the end I'd be the,
Last man standing.
(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who sold his soul.
(His soul) Forever gone to be the,
Last man standing.
I walk alone,
With my head held high.
Never felt that I belonged.
Stand my ground at all costs,
Running through life with blindfolds,
Just for the right - the right to be wrong.
Nothing would rule my world but-
(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who lost control.
(Control) But in the end I'd be the,
Last man standing.
(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who sold his soul.
(His soul) Forever gone to be the,
Last man standing.
Nothing would rule my world but-
(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who lost control.
(Control) But in the end I'd be the,
Last man standing.
(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who sold his soul.
(His soul) Forever gone to be the,
Last man standing.
(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who lost control.
(Control) But in the end I'd be the,
Last man standing.
(I) I am the one,
(The one) Who sold his soul.
(His soul) Forever gone to be the,
Last man standing.
Seeing clearer what I've done....
I'd refuse to let things go.
I could never once admit I'm wrong,
And what do I have to show?
Seeing clearer what's at stake....
And the things I have to change...
I just hope I can, it's not too late,
To get a chance to end this pain...
weegeestar5, but you can call me Weegee, Weege, Weeg.
Kennel Number:№ 191
Use:Now, where should I start?
I'd use him as a much loved character, prehaps even a main <3 I'd try to draw/write about him and get art of him, but I can't make any real promises on that. :c Anyway, I'm also having some serious muse to animate him and Robbie (from the SCAA new homing thing (I posted a wip form on there) if I won both of them) to the song I'm not the one by 3OH!3 which would actually be rather fitting xD
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About the character -
Name:← Fox
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An English boy name, meaning 'cunning'. ←
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Why the name? →
Well, I was looking up English male names for this little guy, and I saw the name 'Fox'. I thought this name would suit a little fox, since they tend to be cunning and sly - which is what the name means.
Gender:↓
Male ♂ .............↑
Species and/or specific breed:... ⇐ Fox ⇒
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Blanford's fox ⇐
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Vulpes cana ⇐
Age:......« 20 human years »
Likes:-Conflict
-Arguing
-Winning
-Gold
-Relaxing
Dislikes:-Losing
-War
-Work
-Idiots
Abilities:He can fight insanely well, due to his insane, battle thirsty side of himself.
Fears:Himself, he fears the insane, battle thirsty side of himself.
Health issues:He has some aggresion issues.
Theme songs:[url=link]Last man standing - Hammerfall[/url]
[url=link]Me against the world - Simple Plan[/url]
Nationality:British.
Accent:Fur colour:Dark grey, light grey, 'tea' green and a darker grey.
Eye colour:Blue.
Build: His build, at first glance, seems sleek and delicate, but if you take a good look you'll see powerful muscles.
Physical quirks: Accesories:Crush:None.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Husband/Wife:None.
Orientation:Unknown, seems to have a preference for males.
Friends:He'd be best friends with Robbie from the SCAA new homing thing (I posted a wip form on there) if I won both xD
Actually they'd be lovers |DEnemies:He's likely to have quite a few enemies.
Personality:[ stand off-ish ] [ dominant ] [ aggresive ] [ wip ] [ wip ] [ wip]
wip
History/Background:I must warrn you that there is no humanity here. Never has been, never will be. Just souls deprived of love and companionship, turned corrupted. Now, not everyone, strictly speaking, was like this, but the ones that weren't often ended up sprawled dead with haunted looks forever blazing across their faces. Sounds morbid, doesn't it? Here, it was just life and everyone was used to fights and deaths. You could tell a young cub that both of its parents were killed and it wouldn't even bat an eyelid. Even the cubs were taught, at a very tender age, to be emotionless. It made surviving easier, without constant grief snapping at your shoulders. Though newcomers were rare, when one did happen to arrive, arrive at the desolate forest, they often wonder what happened here that made the inhabitants so ruthless and the questions, 'did someone break their hearts inside? Does their pain weigh out the pride, and they're just looking for a place to hide?' (those lines are from the song 21 Guns by Green Day) flowed through their minds as fear snapped at their heels.
The large fox cub yawned, opening his small jaw to show sharp, pointed, deadly killers which would cause an ordinary human to yelp on contact. His grey fur glittered underneath the little sunlight which managed to snake its way into the cave. Large ears pricked up curiously, the Blanford's fox, ironically named Fox, padded towards the enterance; leaving the small pile of sleeping bodies that were his siblings. There was no time for goodbyes, despite that this would likely be the last time he'd ever see them. Their parents had alreadly left them; leaving them to make their own way across the world. He absentmindedly scratched himself for a while before he became aware of the sound of snarling. It wasn't that odd to hear snarling, so on most days he would've ignored it, but something about this snarling drew him in. Two large canines were snarling and batted each other with harsh words. Fox watched them, bored. It was then that he noticed that one of them wasn't attacking the other, it was simply the one clamping its jaws on to the other. Even more bored now, Fox wandered off, looking for something to intruige his little mind.
Some time later, the handsome young fox streched his muscles in the sunlight. A sound, much like a muffled yelp of suprise, entered his eardrums and he swivelled his head around to see a tip of a tail wildly flicking about at the top of a patch of brambles. Instant instincts to attack rose up in his body; tail bristling.
"Uh, hey there, I'm a bit stuck, would you mind helping me out here?" The voice. There was something about it which caused Fox to freeze, to not attack. Maybe it was the note of innocence which radiated out of every word spoken by the young fox; who knew. Muscles relaxing ever so slightly, he padded up to the slightly younger fox and looked at it somewhat curiously. After a few minutes of wildly thrashing about, the white and brown animal plopped on to the forest ground before him.
"Who do you happen to be? I'm Robbie, by the way." The purple eyed canine asked in a rather polite manner.
"...Fox." He responded, flexing his shoulder muscles slightly.
"I know you're a fox, but what's your name?" The words were becoming more slurred and rushed as Robbie's body twitched and fear flickered into his eyes like a dying flame.
"It's Fox.""Oh, well that's certainly... original." He seemed to be trying not to insult whilist not panicking at the same time. (still a wip)
[a looooot of stuff happens which I still have to write]He could see the dismayal in his friend's eyes. Still struggling to stay alive, he sat up on to his haunches and let out shallow puffs in an attempt to stay alive. Pawsteps scuffled the ground until he could feel the touch of his mussle pressed against his own. Was that a sign of...
love? Immense suprise made his brain whirl about; trying to comprehend exactly what was happening here. Love had never been taught to him. The purple gaze travelled into his own sharp blue eyes, then down to the wound. The horrible wound, which would split them apart, there was no mistaking it. A soft smile crept on to his face, prehaps for the first time in his life. He was going to die, but not alone. His heartbeat would stop, but there'd still be another one beating. Fox would be a living memory. According to traditional beliefs, the ones who have remained pure at time of death would come back; whether it be as a spirit or as a reincarnation.
"When it's time to live and let die, and you can't get another try..." A small whisper escaped from him,
"it's time to just let go."sexyback