Post by Crys Ritter on Aug 19, 2009 19:32:43 GMT -6
Crystal Ritter
vitals
nick names = Crys
gender = female
age = 28
race = Were-Fox
homeworld = Nox
areas of skill = stalking Terence, sneakiness, pouncing
preferred profession = Terence's wife
starting location = Nox[/size][/ul]
visuals
hair = brown
eyes = brown
distinguishing features = Can turn into a fox. That's fairly distinguishing.[/size][/ul]
personality
dislikes = Were-Lionesses, guns
strengths = sly, using feminine wiles
weaknesses = Terence, attachments
describe full personality = Crystal is simply put, obsessive. She forms attachments with people quickly, whether they want them or not. She is pushy and not nessicarily aware of others' needs for personal space. She is also crafty, and will always have ways to get what she wants. She is also quite possibly a teensy bit psychotic. Possibly.[/ul]
so the story begins...
The runt of her litter, Crystal was also the youngest. Picked on a lot as a child by the bigger predator Weres, Crystal grew to attach herself quickly to anyone who would give her positive attention. This meant a lot of people who were aware of this tendency of hers would often avoid her, leaving her with very few real friends as she grew up. It also left her as a bit of a mental case, not necessarily all there.
Her most recent attachment has formed on Terence Yorick, with whom she managed to have a fling with for awhile. Or at least, Terence viewed it as a fling. Crystal viewed it as the beginning of their courtship, and she is destined to make him her mate. Even if foxes and lions can't actually mate...[/size][/ul]
Crys paced back and forth anxiously. She'd seen Chase with one of those human things for communication, and she just knew he'd been talking to Terence. They were best friends after all. It had to have been who he was talking to. It drove her a bit crazy knowing there was a way to get in touch with the man and she didn't have control over it.
She tapped her foot as she thought. She would have to either figure out how to borrow it... or steal it. Or maybe borrow it and never give it back. Or... Crys didn't know. But she did know that clearly, she needed to pay Chase a visit.[/size][/ul]
the real you
age = 22
how did you find us? = my site!
any last words? = om nom nom[/size][/ul][/font]
