Post by sinatra on Feb 23, 2009 18:24:47 GMT -5
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Player Information
Handle: SinSin
Gender: Male
Contact Information goldenheart89@hotmail.com -- MSN & E-Mail
Other Characters here? Sinatra
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Character Information
Canon? Nupe
Character Name: Jesse Arthur Rae
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Species/Breed: Fox (Fennec)
Current Occupation: The Foundry||Hangun & Explosives Specialist, Minor in Sniper Rifles
Personality: Even though being a Foundry member, he may seem all bad. BUT! This is NOT true. Well, not completely anyway. Not if you don't mention his past anyway... But to the facts. He's a good fur at heart. He helps friends (for the most part, he may be just too lazy) and makes them feel better when they're down. Overall he's just a great guy. He has a good smile, nice eyes, and a heavenly laugh. Get it? Heaven has Angels, and they're know as 'Anti-Angels'? Yeahno. Ya see? That's the kind of joke Jesse would make. And then an akward silence would ensue... Fun stuff, eh?
But now for the dark side!.. But yeah, as said before, he isn't nice when you mention or make a relative comment about his past. He'll get pretty angry. Like, take a Colt 45 out of his jeans and blow your head off from a few hundred meters pissed. But that's only when he's really mad. Like, obviously REALLY mad. Otherwise, he'll just fume at you, yell (usually for a while) and stomp around. Literally. There usually is one or two ways that you could try to calm him down. Maybe three. The first, would be to give him a camera. Pretty simple. He'll grab it, run off like a gremlin, and start snapping photos of whatever was inspirational to him. The second, is music. This seems pretty easy to do as well, but be warned. Don't give him the genre he likes, and he'll continue to blow caps/lasers in your ass. Yeah, how'd you like a laser shover right up your--- Oh right, obscene stuff. I've learned... ANYway. The third and final way? Scratch behind his ears. Yeah, good luck with that one though, if he's trying to roundhouse kick your face in.
He can be kinda mysterious. Or as much as he tries to be. He's learned how to keep a low profile from a couple Foundry members, and thanks to them, he uses it all the time. Even around fellow members. This means that whever they ask a question, he'll just answer with a question. But when they try to get on topic, he'll just say "What topic". Yeah, you get the idea (hopefully) and understand that this could go on for hours and hours.
Appearance:
Blue eyes. Some say they're beautiful and full of trust, kindness, and love. Yeah well, as Jesse would say "Eff that!". He don't give a rat's ass (Sorry for all rodents out there) about what anybody says about his eyes. For him, it's a nightmare. But along with those hated blue eyes, one could say many things about him. For one, he's a fennec fox. Two: he's below average height, maybe around five foot four? Give or take a couple inches and you'd get the point. But you probably want a more detailed description, so here's one for ya now...
Jesse Arthur Rae is a fennec fox. A pretty handsome one all the girls (and some boys [like Sinatra]) would say at the bar. He stands within the range of five foot nine inches (with the ears), and the last time he weighed in, he was around 126.3 pounds. He has quite large ears, adding about five inches to his height making him stand otherwise around five foot four. He has a small amount of headfur, which appears to be a dark grey, almost black colour. He also has the general colouring of a fox. Orange everywhere but on his paws, footpaws, and lower muzzle to groin area where it's a common creamy white. Everywhere else it's a more yellow-ish brown than a rusty brown.
He has a very little need for clothes, seeing as he doesn't wear that much. Most of his wardrobe is made up of button-up shirts and shorts. Not much, but it feels good in the summer with his short fur, so it doesn't overheat him. Though, in the winter is a whole different thing. T-shirt, long shirt, sweater, jacket, and overcoat. Well, on his torso anyway. Then Jesse has pants, sweatpants, snowpants, and heavy pants on his legs, and then some waterproof combat boots.
Background: Jesse Arthur Rae was born into the arms of a trained doctor at 5:43:45 P.M. on a Thursday. It wasn't very sunny, and horribly sad. His mother, a beautiful vixen of a fennec fox, died giving birth to Jesse, and left him in the care of his now drinking father. Beer + bad dad = hell for Jesse. For the most part, his life had been hell for the first three years. Three years! He was neglected of food, seeing as his father was at the bar most of the time. And the house smelled of pee and poop because he never changed Jesse's diaper.
As the later the years got, the more winter would come in. And eventually, Jesse's father had stopped paying the heating bills, leaving him to shiver himself to sleep in his crib, covered in all the blankets he could grasp in his paws. This went on until Jesse would leave, but let's not skip ahead. A few years would pass, and by the time of the current story, Jesse was six, and was starting school. And of course, since his father spent most of the money at the bars, Jesse had no school materials whatsoever, and only about two shirts and a couple pair of shorts. Throughout summer and winter. Of course the teachers and students could care for him, which most did. They gave Jesse half of their lunches, and let them borrow their own supplies. But none of them would even come near his father in fear of being shot in the face. They knew that the muscular fennec was a proud member of the gun club. And they also knew of the licensed 9mm that he kept in a holster around his belt.
When Jesse turned thirteen, the horror of puberty broke into his and other kids bodies. This meant that the females would try to hook up with a male. But the sad part? Nobody wanted to come even near the now lonely fox, in fear of their own reputation. What did this do? Left the now majorly-depressed fox to do only one thing. [glow=black,2,300]Become one of the "Emo" kids!![/glow] Yes. Scary. So he stole a kitchen knife from well, the kitchen, and would hide in his room while his dad was gone (which was 99% of the time) and cut his wrist. Of course, and since he only wore t-shirts--for they were all he owned, still--everybody could see what he spent his time doing. This only led him to be made fun of more. But Jesse wouldn't give in to their jeers. No, he knew he'd finish school, and get his high school diploma.
And five years later, he did. He graduated with honors and in fact, was the Valor Victorian for his class. He was clapped for, and cheered for when he gave his speech and accepted his diploma, but he knew they were only to be polite. And all he could think was It's all over... And indeed it was. As soon as the ceremony was over (of which his father didn't attend) Jesse had took the few items he owned and moved out. And by moved out, we could mean moving into the back of a bar. Thankfully, not the one the asshole drank at.
As a year or two passed, he had come across a quite mysterious fur. Well, technically, the fur had come to him. The fur, a bloodhound named Rusty, had heard about his past. Eventually he would confess that he went to school with Jesse, but dropped out. He had told Jesse about a place where the furs who didn't like the way the Angels treated the society joined together. Jesse Rae would be the newest member at the time, without question.
Growing up in the way he did, he had gone to the Angels numerous times. But every time he went to them, they said he should stop having a super-imaginative mind and go home to his parents. Even when he showed the bruises and scars of where his father had hit him with fist and claws, they said he should just stop being rough with his friends. So what does that do to their trustworthyness with Jesse? From 100 to zero.
So he moved in with Rusty, and even was taught how to use a handgun properly. Amazingly, he had great eyesight (he had never seen an eye doctor before, so he wouldn't have known) and a steady hand, so he excelled. He had met with one or two of "The Foundry" members, and had quickly grew to like them. Sadly, Rusty was killed in a gunfight, though Jesse did shoot the rabbit who killed him in the eye (Ow).
Before Rusty was killed though, he was told where the he could usually find the leader of The Foundry, Adeline. And of course, he met with her, and had a small chat. He wasn't quite sure if she liked him or not, but he was accepted into her little gang anyways. he would always leave memos to himself to talk to her sometime, and maybe try to learn a little bit more about her.
He then learned explosives from a rat, Joey. It took him until a few months ago to master on how to make handmade, switch their function, and deactivate them. He also started in specializing in sniper rifles, always finding them the most cool of all the guns.
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He had bacon this morning.
Password? Sacrament
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