renegade - female - fox
Aug 27, 2013 20:56:49 GMT -5
Post by RENEGADE on Aug 27, 2013 20:56:49 GMT -5
renegade;
BASICS:NAME: Renegade.
ALIAS: Reny, Gage.
AGE: Three years old.
GENDER: Female.
SPECIES: Grey fox.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual.
PACK: Packless.
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APPEARANCE:IMAGE SET: N/A.
SET PERMISSIONS: N/A.
COAT: It appears soft but is actually rough.
COLOR: Red and grey, mixed with white and black.
EYES: Dark brown.
SCARS: Series of small scars all over her body.
HEIGHT: Fourteen inches.
WEIGHT: Fifteen pounds.
COMPLETE APPEARANCE:Though Renegade’s attitude is big, she doesn’t have that much of a body to back it up (not that it stops her from kicking ass). She is small, even for a fox. Her body is marked by small, nondescript scars; they almost add to the subtle beauty she has. Reny may have a bad attitude, but she is a very pretty fox. She doesn’t really see that about herself, though. Her pelt is mostly light gray riddled by bits of black, but there is the occasional interruption of red and white. A line of red fur runs up each side of her neck, over her ears, and down each side of her underbelly. White marks half of her jaw, running down to cover all of her chest. Her muzzle is sharp and almost angry looking, especially because she frowns most of the time. Reny’s eyes are dark brown and deep, despite the guards she puts up for everyone.
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PERSONALITY:TRAITS: Fierce. Angry. Dangerous. Haunted. Independent. Badass. Strong. Blunt. Passionate.
COMPLETE PERSONALITY:Renegade is fierce in everything she does. The fox has a bite that just keeps coming. When in battle, there is a deep-set fury in her. When one takes a look at her, they see battle-scars and sharp eyes. Fierceness has been beat into her since she was a babe. Her family was known for its quick wit and sharp tongue, but never for control of their anger. She’s a fearsome creature that one would never want to cross. Everything that she is faced with, she throws herself into with a fire-like determination. She’ll quickly eradicate everything in her path with a snarl on her face the whole time.
Though one would never confront her about it, Renegade is deeply angry on the inside. Some of her actions and reactions show that, as well. It seems as if her only response is to snap at everyone. She’ll keep herself distant and emotionless (except for anger) from anyone that might glimpse the secrets that she hides underneath. The female is angry with the world for the hand it has dealt her. She takes it out on everyone around her, in result others avoid her except for when they need someone to argue their side—though Reny is the indifferent type or the type to toy with someone. Because of her anger, the fox tends to throw her dedication into battle and leading.
Naturally, someone with Gage’s attitude is considered dangerous. One must play a careful game and dance cautiously when around her; for if they don’t, they might end up dead or severely injured. If he/she had the right payment, Reny might even do some assassin work, though it’s really not her thing. She’s good at it though; the stealth, the attack, the violence—she loves it and is usually open to doing anything that might involve it. Danger is her aura; the way she stares, observes, and moves her body is all a result of trying to look confident and intimidating. Ultimately, Renegade wants to come off as dangerous; she wants to be someone others come to for assassinations and arguments.
Renegade is haunted by her past. The abuse that ran in her family still affects her to this day. She still gets angry over being beat by her father and over being raped by her brother. She’s haunted by the look in her mother’s eyes when she watched Reny get beat—almost satisfaction, but tinged with just the right amount of horror for her to seem alive. The feisty fox still gets nightmares and flashbacks that effect the days she has them. Normally she’s snappy, but on those days she’s totally relentless. The past eats away at her like a buzzard, and she’s starving to rid herself of it.
Independent is a nice way of describing Reny’s lone-wolf status. She doesn’t . . . “play well with others.” Her attitude and blunt comments seem to scare others off. She likes it that way, though—at least she tries to convince herself of that. Gage really does seem to work best alone, even if it might bother her a bit to be so lonely (she’ll occasionally admit her lack of interaction is depressing). Reny honestly hates the idea of depending on another; she’s paranoid of not being fulfilled and being betrayed—both of those things totally unacceptable. She’s really a paranoid individual, not to mention grumpy and pissed off all the time. The poor fox doesn’t exactly scream “people-pleaser.”
One thing Gage does scream is badass. She can walk into a clearing with a confidence that practically kills. Her eyes hold danger and war-stories; they hold seduction and anger. But her battle skills aren’t the only aspect to her badass-ness—she can seduce the pants off of a male if need be. Seduction is not something she enjoys, but damn can she rock it. The female knows exactly what a man wants, something she finds to be necessary to keep her reputation. Her confidence, skill, and sexuality label her as a “badass,” at least she tells herself that—she doesn’t pay too much attention to others’ opinions.
Renegade is strong in many ways. Her battle skills are strong, but so is her personality and resolve. Once she sets her mind to something, she will not stop until she has it. If she has decided she will not depend on someone, that’s exactly what she’ll do because she’s strong enough to hold that resolve. She’s a strong force all-over; with her past and determination, it’s hard not to be. When Reny is faced with danger—or fear—she mows it down quickly. She’s strong in that sense—or maybe courageous, but sometimes just stupid—because if she finds she has a fear of something, she’ll kill it immediately. The things that this fox want to do won’t allow fear to play a role in her life. The female’s body, resolve, and determination are “strong.”
When talking to Gage, she is incredibly blunt in everything. Why should she dance around something and just waste her time in the process? She knows that she can fight her way out of a sticky situation, anyways. Even if it is an insult, she will not hesitate to come right out and say it. The only way that Reny might watch her mouth is if she’s on a mission and needed to script her words to get the job done. She’s also very plain with bad news. Such as, “They’re just outside your door. You’re probably going to die.” Renegade has become accustomed to that kind of thing; she’s built a wall so that she doesn’t have to deal with deaths of others. She’s emotionless in a lot of ways, blunt being the nice way of describing her detachment.Passionate is not a word many would use to describe Renegade, but she is—on the inside. Deep down, she feels the burning sensation she gets when she fights and when she wins. She has a deep passion for war, but not one stupid enough to try and start it. She’s fiery on the subjects she passionate about, always willing to fight-it-out to prove that she’s right.
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HISTORY:MOTHER: Risk [deceased].
FATHER: Rebel [alive].
SIBLINGS: Rail [alive/brother], Remington [alive/brother]
OFFSPRING: N/A.
COMPLETE HISTORY:Renegade was born into a litter of three. Her littermates were dubbed Rail and Remington. On the outside, the family appeared completely normal; they were far from it, though. Reny grew to three months old, happy and healthy. It was at about three months that the signs of abuse started showing. Her parents believed in a bizarre kind of training. Rebel—Renegade’s father—saw women as objects for reproducing and abusing. Risk—Renegade’s mother—fell into this for reasons unknown. All three siblings are thrown into brutal training at a young age. Risk trained Reny in sex and various other “womanly duties,” while Risk trained her in battle. He also trained Rail and Remington, just away from Renegade. The parents began to pit the siblings against each other. Hatred and rivalry began to pulse in an almost palpable air between the pups. At eight months old Ratchet started a fight with Renegade. Ratchet lost and Reny took off the tip of his ear. Ten months old is marked by how Rebel warped Remington and Risk.
One year old is how old Renegade was when she was raped by her father. Her mother did nothing about it. Due to a burning need for revenge, Reny began plotting a way to get them back. Eventually, Remington raped Renegade; her response was to plot more revenge. Rail tried to kill Gage, but she ended up nearly killing him. Soon after that fight, Rebel made Rail rape Gage. More revenge is plotted in response.
A year goes by and Renegade was now three. Her revenge was ready. She killed her mother in the night and framed Rail. He managed to escape his father’s wrath and run off. In his twisted rage, Rebel tried to rape Renegade. She turned on him and blinded him in his right eye. She then escaped.
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PLAYER:OOC NAME: KK.
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A.
EXPERIENCE: Five years but took a hiatus.
HOW'D YOU FIND US?: I’ve known you guysfor a while.
PASSWORD: Bluegrass.
RP SAMPLE:
Pools the shade of shadows watched with a blank challenge. Everything about the hellion’s face was smooth, but his eyes . . . they dared the fae to do something utterly moronic. She could set him off at any moment, yet Hatter could feel some control still with him. He was still in charge of his instincts, though he didn’t know for how much longer. Hatter watched the golden-and-white mare roll her eyes, his only thought being “how immature.” Despite the things in the back of his mind screaming, the brute was still maintaining a cool cover. Mad Hatter was anticipating her to take action because he sure as hell wasn’t going to. The cool composure he was keeping would be broken if he got angry or attacked. He wouldn’t even allow himself to say something cutting. So bring it on, Miss Priss. Your dramatics are futile.
When the little nymph thrust her face into Hatter’s with a teasing light, the stallion jinked and stared back, a small smirk curling his velvets. She was amusing him at this point, and he even thought she would be fun to keep around. A little spunk would be nice . . . even if it was just a source of distraction and entertainment. Back before he took off, this was the kind of thing Hatter did. He hung around the pretty mares and attacked them in the end. He could not help the fact that they were all so stupid. Hardly any of them were a challenge, but the aggressive stag had to get his urges out somehow. But then Dappled Fawn showed up and it was like a dream. He couldn’t comprehend the attraction she had for him, or the insane devotion she gave him. The golden painted fae had been the best that had ever happened to him. But now she was gone and she had taken his child with him. With no Fawn . . . well, the demons were going to become stronger and more aggressive. They would feed off of Mad Hatter’s distress and anger and create even more violent urges and visions. In simple words, the stallion could go frothing-at-the-mouth mad.
Attention returned to the punk, Hatter matched her stare. Mischief suddenly lit in her water-hued orbs, like a brilliant idea reaching an idiot. Then, out of bloody no where, the crazy girl bit Hatter—in the face! It was just his luck that he could sense her mischief, or he would have flown off the handle. Instead, he moved his head back and slowly blinked. Inky velveteens pursed, muscles tensed in sharp surprise. The spot she nipped stung, but the stallion couldn’t feel any warm blood trickling out. Acoustics pulled back and laced into his multi-colored mane. The insolent femme moved back around him; Hatter snarled silently when she was gone. He could feel her taunting presence practically dancing behind him. Her high-pitched laughter grated on his audits. She was absolutely crazy, that’s the only way Hatter could explain it.
“So, are you going to keep me waiting any longer or do I have to reprimand you like a naughty little boy, again?” she questioned, again teasing him maliciously. With a smirk, Hatter turned slowly to face her. “I wasn’t aware that I was making you wait . . . You don’t have to be here. And . . . that wasn’t exactly a punishment—more like a reward,” at the end he winked at her. The stallion wondered if it would confuse her, which was basically the point. “But then again, I can’t expect too much from a mare that’s obviously all looks and no brain.”
When the little nymph thrust her face into Hatter’s with a teasing light, the stallion jinked and stared back, a small smirk curling his velvets. She was amusing him at this point, and he even thought she would be fun to keep around. A little spunk would be nice . . . even if it was just a source of distraction and entertainment. Back before he took off, this was the kind of thing Hatter did. He hung around the pretty mares and attacked them in the end. He could not help the fact that they were all so stupid. Hardly any of them were a challenge, but the aggressive stag had to get his urges out somehow. But then Dappled Fawn showed up and it was like a dream. He couldn’t comprehend the attraction she had for him, or the insane devotion she gave him. The golden painted fae had been the best that had ever happened to him. But now she was gone and she had taken his child with him. With no Fawn . . . well, the demons were going to become stronger and more aggressive. They would feed off of Mad Hatter’s distress and anger and create even more violent urges and visions. In simple words, the stallion could go frothing-at-the-mouth mad.
Attention returned to the punk, Hatter matched her stare. Mischief suddenly lit in her water-hued orbs, like a brilliant idea reaching an idiot. Then, out of bloody no where, the crazy girl bit Hatter—in the face! It was just his luck that he could sense her mischief, or he would have flown off the handle. Instead, he moved his head back and slowly blinked. Inky velveteens pursed, muscles tensed in sharp surprise. The spot she nipped stung, but the stallion couldn’t feel any warm blood trickling out. Acoustics pulled back and laced into his multi-colored mane. The insolent femme moved back around him; Hatter snarled silently when she was gone. He could feel her taunting presence practically dancing behind him. Her high-pitched laughter grated on his audits. She was absolutely crazy, that’s the only way Hatter could explain it.
“So, are you going to keep me waiting any longer or do I have to reprimand you like a naughty little boy, again?” she questioned, again teasing him maliciously. With a smirk, Hatter turned slowly to face her. “I wasn’t aware that I was making you wait . . . You don’t have to be here. And . . . that wasn’t exactly a punishment—more like a reward,” at the end he winked at her. The stallion wondered if it would confuse her, which was basically the point. “But then again, I can’t expect too much from a mare that’s obviously all looks and no brain.”