[emberheart.]

A Foxerfly is a fox-like creature that is rather small. They are about the size of the average house cat. Their very unique feature is the pair of wings on their back that allows them to fly unlike any other four-legged being. There are five different types of wings of a Foxerfly that resemble wings of insects.

Butterfly
Dragonfly
Bee
Wasp and
Moth

Occasionally their wings will be different to others, but it is rare in the average Foxerfly. Their diet consists of everything a normal fox would eat; berries, eggs, small rodents, fruit, and they may chew on various crops. They are shy and extremely secretive among creatures of different kinds, so they are not seen often.
Be nice to your Foxerfly; they will only choose the one right for them.

Hello, I'm Filika //a non-owner//. I've taken a great interest in this foxerfly--she's beautiful! She looks like she has a dark past, and I want to crack into her history.

"Hello there," I murmur, softly, calmly.
She bares her teeth and growls, her tail tucked and her ears flat against her head. "I promise I won't hurt you," I tell her.
She continues to growl. I don't worry about her biting, for she has wires wrapped around her snout. I can see them digging into the flesh. They look painful, but I can't remove them until she lets me. I reach into my backpack, pulling out a small brown bag. I pull out a slice of apple, and leave it on the ground in front of her, backing off. She relaxes a bit when I step away, but I can tell she's still on edge. She takes a small step forwards, smelling at the air. She takes anther step, cautiously lowering her head to eat the apple piece. "You like that?" I ask her.
Her head snaps up, and she watches my every move. "More?" she asks weakly.
I happily oblige, giving her the remaining apple slices that were in the bag. She tries to eat another, and pulls to hard on the string around her muzzle. "Here, let me help," I say calmly.
She flattens her ears, but steps closer, allowing me to cut the wire. She backs away as soon as she is free, and proceeds to eat the apple slices. She finishes them, licking the apple juice off her fur. "What do you want from me?" she growls.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"My name is Mars," she says, sitting down in front of me.
She watches me distrustfully with weary eyes. "What in the world happened to you?" I inquire.
"Why should I tell you?" She snaps.
"Oh, um, sorry," I tell her.
"I was chased," she says. "They wanted to capture me. I didn't like them."
"Who was chasing you?"
“Some people with cages and traps. I think they wanted to keep me as a pet. I ran into one of their wire traps while fleeing them,” she tells me.
“Why didn't you like them?” I question
“What, is this an interview?” she barks. “They hurt me. My wings no longer work because of them. Flying is not a thing I am capable of anymore.”
I look at her with sympathy. The poor thing!
“I don't want your pity,” she growls. “I can see it all over your face—it's sickening.”
She tucks her tail and flattens her ears once more.
“What happened to your tail?” I ask her, just now noticing the lack of fur that most other foxer's tails have.
“Most of the fluff got caught in the wires and got torn. Are you done asking questions yet?”
I step away from her, smiling. “Yes, thank you. I have more apples hidden somewhere, if you want to come with me.”
I can tell she's pondering it. “Well, if you have apples...” she says, standing up and stretching.

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Personality

>> Shy <<
Mars was abused as a younger foxer. As a result, she doesn't
trust anyone. She generally avoids everyone, in fear of being
hurt.
>> Sarcastic <<
Mars never passes up an opportunity to make fun of others. She
loves making sarcastic comments, and she's quite good at it.
>> Playful <<
Once Mars truly trusts someone, she's quite talkative and
humorous around them. Very few get that close to her, though.
>> Mysterious <<
Because her past was so difficult, she tries to avoid thinking
about it. If you ask her about her past, she wont answer, simply
because she doesn't want lost memories to resurface.
>> Creative <<
Mars is quite a problem solver. She likes to think outside the
box, and she likes to stand out. She hates copying others.
>> Independent <<
Mars hates having to rely on others. She hates the feeling of
being helpless, so she rejects help from others as much as
possible.
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Quirks

>>Asexual<<
Mars doesn't like anyone, and probably never will.
Some might argue she just hasn't found the one yet,
But Mars doesn't think there is anyone out there for her.
>>Magnetic<<
Like, literally magnetic. She has an unusually high amount
of iron in her, most of which is concentrated in her wing. Nobody
knows quite how this developed on such a large scale, mostly
because Mars refuses to let anyone touch the damaged wing.
The iron in her blood allows the damaged bits of wing to float,
however. It she comes within close range of an outside magnet,
it will interfere with her wings and cause her discomfort.
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If I were to win this beautiful foxer, I would love her to death. I don't currently own any foxers so she would be my first. I'd probably roleplay with her, and draw her tons. Thank you for reading and considering my form--I appreciate it! C:

"This foxer... I don't know, man. I don't know. Is it a male? Female? It won't tell me, it's lips are sealed. Anytime I ask it things it just growls at me and brings out its claws. Don't ask where I found it, don't ask who gave it to me. I just think you can help it. Yes, YOU. Can you get this foxer to talk to you? What does it say? Please, tell me this foxer's story, I'm so eager to find out about it..."

Why is it so rough looking? Where did it come from? Is it a boy or a girl? What happened to its wings, why are there floating bits?? Why on earth is there string or wire around it? What happened to it's tail? Did this foxer stop growing already? It seems to be older but I can't really tell. Can you figure out it's personality?

Whoever can get these questions out of this foxer may become the owner. Please, make it good. Write me his or her story in 650 words or less. Remember, that's only the story's limit. Write as much as you please elsewhere

End date is monday the 6th!

[.Autumn.]

Reserve so hard!

[Traumwind]

res

[shim]

Res

[Chimericect]

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Username; Soulfirewolf
If I win, will be gifted to; a nonowner friend that I know would love him.
What do you plan on doing with him; As I said above, I would gift him to one of my close friends who I don't believe has a foxerfly yet. She would be great to have in the community and she is the sweetest thing <3 I know everyone will love her, and I know she will make a bunch of new friends in the community. She deserves this foxerfly and I hope the fact that I'm gifting doesn't ruin my chances uvu
Why I want to gift him; Aah, where do I start? I met this wonderful person a long time ago, and she was so amazing even then <3 we roleplayed and our characters fell in love, and we started fangirling and such over that, and we talked.and talked. And talked. She was just fun to talk to, and I sometimes feel like I'm bothering her since I'm like always PMing her ;u; I just really think she would be a great addition to the community and such, as explained above uvu
Note; if she doesn't want this Bæ, then I will gladly care for him. Plain and simple, I do love him and would love to roleplay him out if she doesn't have time for a new character uvu I promise this boy will be loved no matter where he goes <3

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Name; Casimir

Nickname(s);Abaddon Kaz,Cass
Meaning; Destroyer of peace
Origin; English, Polish
Pronunciation; Cass-imm-ere
Why I chose it; When I say him I thought of destruction, and this was one of my favorite names that I thought would suit him.
Status; Single
is he done growing?; yes
Current crush;None
Turn ons;Nothing really catches his eye, although he enjoys girls with a feisty attitude.
Turn offs;He hates annoying and over talkative foxerflies or foxers that think they're so great. They're probably not.
Age; 19

Birthday; unknown
Zodiac; [url=wip]Found here nvn[/url]
Orientation; Straight; only to be paired with female
Voice; Unknown to many, but his voice is rather unpleasing anyway due to barely talking at all, some believe that he is mute.
Accent;American
Languages spoken fluently;English
Appearance;

Mutations; wing, tail
Eye color; Blue
Base body color; Brown
Highlight colors; browns, blue and cream
Hairstyle;Scruffy
Nationality;Unknown
Height(quad); Smaller than most
Height (Anthro); 5'3
Weight(quad); 60 lbs
Weight(Anthro);; 100 lbs
Body build;Very muscular
Distinguishing Bodily feature;Big scruffy tail and his odd wings
Any scars?;None

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Communication:

Kaz isn't very good at communicating with others, not even bothering to look at them half of the time. He doesn't easily trust others and hardly has any friend, more of enemies than anything else.
Criminal Record:

Xxx
Discriminations:

other foxerflies discriminate him for being mute, despite the fact he isn't. They also pick on his odd messed up wings that seem to have been shredded to bits.
Dominance:

he isn't very dominant anywhere, not even with his close friends.
Ego:

He doesn't have much of an ego due to his appearance and such, believing he is worth pretty much nothing.
Emotional Stability:

Very stable uvu
Expression:

usually sad or angry looking, or somewhere in between.
Humor:

He has no sense of humor at all cx
Liveliness:

he is the exact opposite of being lovely, look up any antonym and I'm sure he will come up.
Mannerisms:

He is rather well mannered for the most part, but not doing much also has quite a bit to do with it...
Patience:

Kaz is extremely patient, or at least it seems so. He tends to keep his feelings to himself, not having a reason to express them.
Sociability:

Sociable? Not this guy, not even the tiniest bit. He hates talking and refrains from doing so most of the time, which is a small reason why he doesn't have many friends.

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Charm;
His talent;
How he learned he could do it;
I was actually going to let her choose the talent and charm, if that's okay uvu

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The wind blew through my fur as I ran in fear. I was only about half the size of a teen, only slightly bigger than a kit. The city was a pretty hard place to grow up in, my city at least. I grew up in Flint, which is located in Michigan. One thing wrong with that city, it had an unbelievably high crime rate. My mother had my by accident, so I was a mistake. She even called me Kasimir, meaning destroyer of peace. That was pretty hurtful to find out, so I ran away at a young age. Now, here I am, running away from a large gang as I'm being pursued. Why? I spoke out against them. They were harassing a poor soul and I tried to defend her, I guess the city didn't seem to catch on to me. I was only about 14, so I had a lot to learn still. I should have been carrying my own weapon, even a glass shard would have been great about now. I guess I should be thankful to still have my wings, or my life for the matter, but that day had just been terrible. I knew my way around the city, and I should have seen it coming. They cornered me, three of them, in an alleyway. I was trapped, and I wasn't a very fast flyer so either way I was doomed. The first one was tall, skinny with blazing red eyes that made me freeze in fear, literally. I couldn't move, that must have been his talent, petrification. My heart raced as the other two closed in, taking their sharp blades and cutting into one of my wings. I tried to scream in pain but I still couldn't do a thing. The next foxerfly, a bulky blue foxerfly with stormy grey eyes grinned, his evil grin forever etched into my memory. He pinned me to the ground and slashed at my left eye, scratching at my fur and such. I was a bloody mess at that point. The final foxerfly, a tall and bulky black foxerfly with cold green eyes threw me to the side of the ally to die, tying me up with hot metal pieces as to keep me from going anywhere. Eventually a young female foxerfly had spotted me and led me to safety, taking me to a nearby hospital quickly. I survived, but I never saw her again after that. I haven't made much noise ever since, afraid that the foxers will hunt me down for revenge.
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Relationships

Lindon;
Kaz doesn't really get along with Lindy, despite poor Lindons attempts to befriend the tiny foxerfly. Kaz resents his goodness and it actually rather annoys him, and he absolutely despises the way he acts. 'Aah I love ants, I'm so cool I built my own home.' Is pretty much what he hears, not caring a bit about what he says. Lindon, on the other hand, still tried to befriend Kaz every here and there, but doesn't know how old Kaz really is. He sometimes slips up and says the wrong thing, being the livable awkward guy Lindon is anyway.
Lupine;
Kaz also hates Lupine, the way he acts so tough at first then later ends up being a big softie. He believes that if your going to be tough then actually be tough and not act it. Kaz honestly believes that he kept Mya and Kali there because he needed someone to do his dirty work, not simply be there for him. For all he knows lupine could be a rapist, I mean, he lives in alone the forest with two girls that look absolutely nothing like him.
Kallista;
He actually enjoys Kali's company, as she doesn't expect him to say much. When they first met he had been trying to get some of the metal stuck off of a branch, Kallista being a random passerby that he hadn't even needed to ask for her help. He sees her as a great friend, not seeing the same girl society sees. He doesn't know about her past, and she doesn't know about his. They don't care. They make a great team at times, him living in the same house as Kali ever since she moved out of Lupines.

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[hypersomnia.]

HUMONGOUS RESERVE OMG

[knifekind]

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name;; natalia 'natasha' romanova
nicknames;; they call her 'the black widow.'
age & d.o.b;; twenty, but looks.. alot smaller. // 25 august.
gender;; female.
sexuality;; demisexual/asexual
talent & charm;; assassination // switchblades around wrists
main trait;; stubborn
+ traits;; vicious, sadistic, cruel.
- traits;; stubborn, vicious, cruel, hurtful.
build;; short and very slender
fur;; dark brown, teal, light brown.
eyes;; teal
height;; small fox
love life;; nope


"Let's cut to the chase. Take the drug.. or you'll never fly again."
This is it, Natasha thought, tears threatening to pour out of her eyes, This is the day that I die. She chewed down on her lip hard, her eyes screwed up in pain as the blade slowly cut into her wing. She let out a loud grunt of pain, her head dipping downwards as it burned all the way up her back, but she kept quiet still. "This is torture." She spat out, her voice tightening with pain and tears. The tall Foxer laughed, his eyes purely black, free of color. They were narrowed and cruel. "Oh, I know. That's why I'm doing it." He replied, the knife digging deeper into her wing.
She choked out, her voice sounding rough and haggard. "Fine, I'll do it!" She spat out, finally opening her eyes.
He tugged it out of her wing, and smirked. "Good girl. Now, shall we fix you..? Or not?" He mused to himself, his furless paws glowing an eerie shade of bright white/blue.
"You better fix me, you sick son of a b-tch," She replied darkly, her teeth bared, "Or I'll rip your throat out right now!"
He laughed in reply. "You're adorable."
She slunk back in defeat, her eyes narrowed, glaring at him. He approached her cautiously, one furless, glowing hand raised, which cupped just over one of her broken-up wings. To her mixed shock, horror and amazement, it made the bleeding stop. Instead, the carved-up wing parts hovered in the air around the places they'd once been severed from. It was silent as he surveyed his work, before going off and busying himself with finding syringes and things. Grabbing one full of a bright, glowing blue liquid, he tapped the needle three times against one finger, before slowly plunging it into the back of Scout's shoulder. She let out a loud grunt of pain, her jaws opening, eyes scrunched up. For agonizing minuets, her blood pumped and her heart beat at a million beats per second. A sheen of sweat appeared over her forehead and it felt like her blood was burning in her veins. Finally, the pain stopped, and her legs gave way. She flopped on the floor, resting her head to the side, whimpering in pain.
He busied himself with scanning her with a billion and one scanners, poking and prodding her for what seemed like days. Finally, he gave up. "You're a failure!" He snarled, kicking her in the shoulder, hard. "I knew the serum wouldn't work.. I should have known.. Nobody, nobody since.. Not since Rogers.." He mumbled to himself, pushing his hair back from his furless face. She looked up at him, with tears in her eyes, shoulders shaking. "What's going to happen to me?" She asked, trying to make her voice sound louder and less shakier than it'd come out as. "You may be of use," he sighed, "but if not. you must be eliminated." Fear bubbled inside her. Eliminated..? Impossible!
"Please, Sir!" She begged, her eyes huge and wild with fear. "I-I-I may not be a super assassin, like we all intended, but I'll make up for it, I swear!"
"How do you intend to make up for it, as you say?" He asked, an expression of mild interest across his furless features.
"I'll train. I'll be the best!" She replied earnestly, "Even if it kills me, I will never stop. I will never be disloyal to you, Doctor, I swear!"
The Doctor turned around, his eyes gleaming maniacly.
"Perfect."

[595 words, 3271 characters]

[If you couldn't tell, Natasha was abducted for 'reasearch purposes' by a human she calls The Doctor. Nothing much is known about him, apart from the fact that he's dangerous and she resents him.]

can she speak?;; yes, very well, actually! she can also speak a multitude of
languages - french, german, swedish and latin, on top of english and enochian.
what happened to her wings?;; in a desperate attempt to get her co-operation, 'the doctor' used torture as a means of getting it. he slashed up her wings until she gave in and accepted. afterwards, he fixed her, with a strange kind of magic, making the shredded wing parts float.
what's up with her tail?;; at age nine, while training at an exclusive assassain school in south russia, she, like many other children who were students there, had their tails docked, either half or all the way.
why is her fur like that?;; natasha isn't a girly girl. she likes to keep her fur all messy and scruffed up.
why's she so short?;; nope. the serum stunted her growth permanently, so she will have to stay small for most or even all of her life. she uses it to her advantage though, as she can slip in and out unnoticed.
why does she have wire on her?;; a mark of all the important people she's killed. however, the one tied around her ear is actually an ID mark of sorts.

relationships

- James 'Bucky' Barnes
close friends
James and Natasha have.. History. After his brain was 'wiped', he was admitted to the same school she was already at. Due to the fact that he was already an adult at the time, his tail wasn't docked like hers. Instead,
he was admitted to regular mind wipes, just in case anything happened on any missions, and he thought about
escaping. She was his backup when he first remembered Steve again, on that mission. Bucky is very found of
Natasha, and is one of the only people she allows to call her Tasha, or Tash. If she gets hurt on a mission, he
makes sure he's the first there to tend to her wounds. She's the better part of his memories at the School.

- Nimrah Alexa Dray
acquaintances
Nimrah and Natasha don't know each other very well, however Natasha thinks highly of her, and envies her
demonic powers.

- Abaddon Silvertounge
enemies
Like a lot of other foxers, Natasha despises Abaddon and her over-superior, snooty, cruel ways. Although they're
both in the killing business, they have a strong hatred for each other.

- Dean Winchester
acquaintances
Dean and Natasha don't know each other much, but Natasha is very fearful of the larger, stronger Foxer.

- Gabriel James Winchester
father-child friendship
Gabriel sees Natasha as another child, on top of Adam and Taylor-Rose. He's very gentle and caring towards
her, and although he doesn't exactly approve of her assassin talent, he supports her nonetheless.

[wolf ;;]

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Kizami opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings...it couldn't be...no. He was back at the school. The foxer sat up, eyes wide, a wild grin on his face.
"All those people I killed...it was either the school or me who got to them..."
Heavenly Host...he would miss all the innocent souls that went there, and that could escape the grip of the ghosts. But not his. He had killed many people, including his own classmates...his so called 'best friend'. They were all gone. Because of him.
"They all deserved it...all of them...those cowards...best friend? Ha! He never stopped my sister from being mean to me...no, he would back down and run off...he had to go...like all the others."
The foxer was silent for another moment, then a evil, sick laugh escaped his muzzle as he scrambled to his feet.
"HahahahahahAHAHAHAHA!"
But his laugh was short lived as the door to the classroom swung open, and he turned...darkness met his gaze.
"Who's there? Hehehe, come out!"
Silence is all that came, his reply, his words not heard.
"Heh, don't be a coward...I'll kill you like I did everyone else!"
His voice didn't reach listening ears.
"Strange...want to play a game, do you? Well, I'm not up for games you little-!"
The room flashed into darkness for a moment, a millisecond, before the lights turned back on...the doorway was now covered in darkness...like it was spreading towards him...it covered the door completely, and the frame.
"Whats going on...?" Kizami muttered, flattening his ears against his skull, and instead of taking a step back, he went forward. "Who's there?"

There was a faint glow coming from...inside the darkness? It was as if it was far away, as the glow was only faint. But after a few seconds it got larger and brighter, coming closer, until something seemed to...step...out of the shadows, and took the form of a little foxer, a girl. Her eyes were glassy, glazed - a ghost, she was. But the expression on her face was a wild look, like Kizami's had been seconds ago. "Hello, Yuuya."
Kizami snarled at the mention of the name, eyes narrowed. "Do not call me that, ghost, I am Kizami. That is all I'll ever be."
The ghostly girl let out a shrill laugh. He was about to snap at her, to lung forward, despite her being a ghost...but he had no time.
Pain.
That is the feeling that entered him, entered and didn't leave, it only increased. It felt like wires were wrapping around his neck, muzzle - everywhere. He could feel more pain as it shredded the tips of his wings, the end of his tail. He opened his muzzle wide, no scream left him - he made no sound. He couldn't.
Endless pain.
He couldn't breath.
He couldn't speak.
This was only the beginning...only the beginning of his punishment, for the bad things he did - the killing. This was payback.
He collapsed onto the wooden floor, convulsing, bleeding, surrounded by his own blood, as gashes appeared, like thin wire wrapping around him and cutting him - the ghost was above him, grinning wildly - bloodlust - rusted scissors in hand.
"This wont hurt one little bit, Yuuya...it'll hurt a lot more then that."
Red flashed in his vision, hot pain shot through him.
That was the last thing he felt before darkness engulfed him.

Your eyes opened, a large shape, a foxerfly, him, above you, wires wrapped around him everywhere, teeth bared.
"My dear...little...sister."

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art by me

ｎ ａ ｍ ｅ ;; I have decided to give this boy the name of yuuya kizami. there is really no real reason for why I chose this name, except for the fact that he is based off a character from a game, Corpse Party. the personality the the character idea is based off yuuya kizami, hence why their names are the same. I thought the design would fit with the personality and overall character. but this foxer refuses for him to be called this, and instead takes his first name away.
ｎ ｉ ｃ ｋ ｎ ａ ｍ ｅ ｓ ;; he really doesn't have any nicknames - if anything, you could consider kizami to be his nickname, although he makes everyone call him that, and that is how he introduces himself - you may give him another nickname if you ever get to know him well enough, which I highly doubt anyone would be able to.
ｇ ｅ ｎ ｄ ｅ ｒ ;; yuuya is a male foxer, 100%. I thought that the design was more muscular then feminine, and when I saw this foxer I though of it being a male right away. The character and the look just gives it a overall 'male' type vibe, like this design was destined to be a male - either way, if you call him a female he might have to...well, whatever he does it might not turn out well in the end for you, despite the fact it may be a bit hard to guess what he is.
ａ ｇ ｅ ;; no one really knows the true age of yuuya kizami - although if you do get close enough to him, he will maybe tell you, if you don't annoy him too much. he is said to be the age of eighteen, and is still growing, although he will not confirm this or deny this if you ask - he'll just glare at you with a sickening grin before walking away. he looks older then he really is.
ｓ ｅ ｘ ｕ ａ ｌ ｉ ｔ ｙ ;; no one is sure, kizami has never taken an interest to any foxers, for his personality and for the fact that, well, he doesn't really want nor 'need' friends. although it is thought that he is either asexual or bisexual.
ｄ . ｏ . ｂ ;; kizami was born on the 23rd of october, 1995. nothing much to say about this, but hardly anyone knows when he was born, and unless you did some really personal research on him, you wouldn't know this, because he'll never tell anyone.
ｏ ｃ ｃ ｕ ｐ ａ ｔ ｉ ｏ ｎ ;; he has no 'official' job, but he was given the task of scaring any who get delivered to heavenly host, and this will be helped later when he finally gets his talent, which is being able to possess the minds of others and control them, until he is bored.

ｎ ａ ｔ ｉ ｏ ｎ ａ ｌ ｉ ｔ ｙ ;; kizami is american and japanese. he was born in japan and raised there, but after his little accident he moved, going to america and starting fresh from there - despite the fact his bond follows him where ever he goes.
ｔ ｏ ｎ ｅ ;; his tone is light, not a whisper, but not as loud as a storm. his tone is also deep, cold and harsh at some times, but most of the times it is monotone, mutual.
ｌ ａ ｎ ｇ ｕ ａ ｇ ｅ ｓ - ｋ ｎ ｏ ｗ ｎ ;; he knows no other language other then english, as far as others are concerned. but he knows a bit of japanese, he just never mentions or speaks it.

ｆ ａ ｔ ｈ ｅ ｒ ;; kizami doesn't like his father, and never speaks about him when he is around others. he may think of him or speak about him when he is by himself, but never will he speak to someone about him.
ｍ ｏ ｔ ｈ ｅ ｒ ;; kizami never mentions his mother, so it is unknown of her name or who she is, if she is still alive or not. he wouldn't tell you either, even if you asked.
ｓ ｉ ｂ ｌ ｉ ｎ ｇ ｓ ;; kizami has two siblings, both of who are older then him - he has one older sister, and his oldest sibling is a brother. he doesn't tell anyone about these two, all you know is that he hates them, and he'll always hate them.
ｏ ｔ ｈ ｅ ｒ - ｒ ｅ ｌ ａ ｔ ｉ ｖ ｅ ｓ ;; he has no known other relatives that he has - he only knows of his two parents and siblings, no others - not that he would care, anyway.
ｆ ｒ ｉ ｅ ｎ ｄ ｓ ;; none - kizami doesn't really make 'friends' or even acquaintances, he doesn't need to have friends, or so he thinks. he goes along just fine by himself, alone and planning what type of torturing things he'll do to his next victim.
ｅ ｎ ｅ ｍ ｉ ｅ ｓ ;; he likes to say that everyone is his enemies since he doesn't really have friends. so he would consider everyone he meets to be on this list as soon as he looks at them, and the list grows longer every day.
ｃ ｒ ｕ ｓ ｈ ;; kizami has no crush - what would you expect? he hasn't met many others either way,and he thinks relationships are repulsive, so thats out of the window for him, for now. maybe a foxer will come along and get past his angry and psycho attitude?

ｃ ａ ｎ - ｈ ｅ - ｓ ｐ ｅ ａ ｋ ? ;; the answer is yes, yuuya can speak, he has not lost the ability to, despite it being said that he is mute. he just decides he doesn't want to speak, and when he does, it will usually be moments before a death, that he has committed.
ｗ ｈ ａ ｔ - ｈ ａ ｐ ｐ ｅ ｎ ｅ ｄ - ｔ ｏ - ｈ ｉ ｓ - ｗ ｉ ｎ ｇ ｓ ? ;; some wire that had wrapped around his wings had happened to just slice the tip of his wings off. since sachiko didn't want him to be hurt too much beyond his wounds, she had done something, and now the pieces just kinda...float there. he cannot fly anymore because of his wings, but he can hover for short amounts of time.
ｄ ｉ ｄ - ｓ ｏ ｍ ｅ ｔ ｈ ｉ ｎ ｇ - ｈ ａ ｐ ｐ ｅ ｎ - ｔ ｏ - ｈ ｉ ｓ - ｔ ａ ｉ ｌ ? ;; no, kizami's tail has always been like that, short and ragged. he was born with it, and despite it being short, it means he doesn't get his tail caught on too many things, like other foxers would with their really fluffy, normal length tails - although sometimes, just sometimes, he imagines what it could be like with a tail that is normal and not so ragged and messy.
ｗ ｈ ｙ - ｉ ｓ - ｈ ｉ ｓ - ｆ ｕ ｒ - ａ ｌ ｌ - ｒ ｏ ｕ ｇ ｈ - ｌ ｏ ｏ ｋ ｉ ｎ ｇ ? ;; mostly, kizami's fur was like that, rough-looking, but it had been silky soft. after sachiko came along with the wires and punishment, his fur became more rough...but now it no longer felt soft. it felt the same as it looked.
ｉ ｓ - ｈ ｅ - ｓ ｔ ｉ ｌ ｌ - ｇ ｒ ｏ ｗ ｉ ｎ ｇ ? ;; yes, kizami is still growing - he grows at a slower rate then most, which wasn't really helped by the wires clung to his fur and wings. he will reach full 'maturity' and height by the age of 20, which is still two years away for him - not that he minds, and not that it effects him too much, really.
ｗ ｈ ｙ - ｏ ｎ - ｅ ａ ｒ ｔ ｈ - ｄ ｏ ｅ ｓ - ｈ ｅ - ｈ ａ ｖ ｅ - ｗ ｉ ｒ ｅ - ａ ｒ ｏ ｕ ｎ ｄ - ｈ ｉ ｍ ? ;; because he killed so many others, when kizami was finally able to escape from heavenly host, the 'host' of the school, a ghost called sachiko, tortured him with the wires for killing her victims that she had brought there for her mother, that was his punishment for what he did. some might say he could take the wires off, but he cannot, each time he tries a searing pain goes through him. besides, it gives him a much more scarier look, which is good news for him, despite the fact he hates them.
ｗ ｈ ｅ ｒ ｅ - ｄ ｉ ｄ - ｈ ｅ - ｃ ｏ ｍ ｅ - ｆ ｒ ｏ ｍ ? ;; no one really knows where kizami comes from, and no one probably ever will. even he might admit he doesn't know, although he most likely does, he just doesn't want to relive the bad memories that come with remembering the place.

ｗ ｈ ｙ - ｄ ｏ - Ｉ - ｗ ａ ｎ ｔ - ｈ ｉ ｍ ? ;; well, I think that this foxer here would be a good mix fior my group of foxers - I have the easily excited and friendly, but strange and energetic foxer, and then a nice but seemingly shy foxer who can look the meanest you might say. its about time I add something different, away from being nice and the complete opposite of my other two. I already had a personality and name and such in my mind, but I had to wait for the right design to come along. this design seemed to fit perfectly for what I was looking for, and the personality and name seemed to click. he will make the perfect third foxer for me, I'd like to think.
ａ ｒ ｔ ;; traditional headshot ;; by me

[iaan]

Res, I plan on winning this for my friend
But I ain't telling which, except that they asked for my help once to win a foxer ~


The lost dreamer
Plot;; this foxer was a big dreamer, they had high goals and objectives in life
Yet, they're past life wouldn't let any of those opportunities happen
So he ran away as a teenager, towards the ocean
and got lost in see, during a vicious storm
On an abandoned Island, where they spent many years living from fish and building many ships
and finally made his way towards civilization
but he was gone for so long, he forgot how speak English like the rest
He only knew his native tongue, Spanish

[resolution]

dropping out, I lost the connection. Congrats to whoever wins this gorgeous foxer.