Post by reiko on Aug 31, 2008 21:04:56 GMT -5
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Player Information
Handle: Reiko
Gender: Female
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Character Information
Canon? Negative
Character Name: Furrow "Onyx" Kit Reinro
Gender: Male
Age: nineteen
Species/Breed:Cross-Bred Felinus Domesticus. Father was a grey tabby cat anthro, mother was a black cat anthro
Current Occupation: Self-proclaimed Professional Pick-pocketer, Furrow is a merely a trouble maker who really has no designated home. He takes care of himself by simply taking what he needs. Yes it is dangerous but he is very skilled with his...umm..work.
Personality:
Furrow is rambunctious, anxious and easily excited. He shows little fear for anything, has a very silver tongue and often acts before he...well I'm not even sure if he really truely does think. Well not about anything important anyways. This little anthro is witty to say the least, he knows his strengths and he plays to them. He also knows his weaknesses and often tries to down-play them by upholding one of his strongest life-long beliefs: 'What didn't kill you should have, so next time lets stay away from the hazardous materials shall we?'
Child-like. He rarely acts his age. If one saw him one would often guess that he was around twelve years of age as he often seems to act that way (especially with cookies, Furrow LOVES cookies).
Quick. Not quick as in quick to reply or quick witted, but literally quick. He is small, and he uses that to his advantage. Furrow finds that agility is a nessecity for his line of work. Especially when one gets caught. Running is a life saver in that case. Broke as **** is an easy way to describe how Furrow often is. He never seems to have money, when he does it isnt his money just someone else's that he happened to take.
Furrow doesn't like to discuss family, families or anything of the like. He doesn't belive in them. Though the truth is he is really just being a sore stiff over what mistakes he had made with his own family. He hates cute. Hates the word, hates the bad taste it leaves in his mouth after saying the word. People often say he is cute...in fact it is rather true. Furrow is a fluffy black kittyboy for crying out loud, of course he looks cute. But try calling him cute when he's swiping your spare change from your back pocket. Trust me you will think differently then.
When he gets caught he has completely ditched the whole play innocent scheme, oh no, he plays guilty. In fact he plays so guilty that he often leads people to feel sorry for him. One time he had gotten caught stealing a hawk anthro's wallet and claimed that he saw a poisonous spider clinging to it and grabbing the wallet was the only way to dispose of it without freaking him out. Other times he tells them a long, shakespearean story of how his mother abandoned him at age four and his father was a relentless alcoholic who kept calling him Don. This story often led to people willingly giving him the money he meant to steal in the first place.
The rotten little bugger.
He likes people. No really he does. He just doesnt trust them. He loves making friends, but he really does have a difficult time with keeping them...in fact often he finds that he literally loses them. Furrow's first friend was a tortoise shell tabby anthro called "Thrice" and he was the one who had shown Furrow the how-to's on pocketing. it is because of Thrice that Furrow also owns the nickname "Onyx", an alter-ego of sorts shall we say. But we will hear more of Thrice in the history section of this damn application.
Onyx. Well this is not just due to the color of Furrow's pelt but namely because of his second nature. 'Twas Thrice that had named him this way, because when the two had been traveling about he discovered that Furrow had a very bad weakness, one that did not make him very kind. He hates water. He's a cat...right? Thats why he hates water right? Wrong. Technically Onyx hates water. Because Onyx is what Furrow becomes when he gets wet. A soaking miserable wretch. He gets extremely moody and very dismal. In short do not catch him when he's wet, he will not be kind...and further more do not be the one who gets him wet. He will not care if you didn't look twice before throwing the bucket of dish water out the window or if The Almighty Being himself threatened to throw down his wrath if you didnt throw the water at him.
Thrice discovered this and deemed him with an alter-ego. Why? Well i supposed when one lives a lonely life that poking fun at another seems to cheer one up.
Appearance:
Approximatley Four foot ten, very lean build and very furry. He has a sickening amount of black fur on him. His pelt is solid black in color with slightly lightened coloration around his eyes and muzzle. He rarely changes his clothing. Always seen walking around in grey cut-off pants, a tunic and a leather pouch. He holds nick-nacks of sorts in his pouch (the odd coin, switch knife, and always several cookies). Sometimes he is seen wearing jewlery of sorts, these tend to be items he has stolen. Often he will try to sell these items to others for a decent price or offer.
He has valiant green eyes that shine like loonie-sized emeralds in the afternoon sun. His tail is long and shaggy, not fluffy. Not to mention broken. Turns out that a wolf anthro's bite is worse than his bark. Not that he got bit but more or less dragged by the tail in a rather uncouth manner. His tail is bandaged with a greying cloth.
Furrow has a small pink nose, his ears are of average size for a cat of his breed but his paws on the other hand are oddly large. He lacks fangs of any sort really, the small teeth he does have are able to break skin but are small enough that it looks more like a big-mouthed hamster bit you. His claws are long and slender but are more a burden than not. Often he finds himself getting them stuck in objects (wood in particular) and has the worse trouble controling them. You see he hasnt quite mastered the whole retracting and extracting thing yet.
Background:
Born in Lucent and raised there till age ten. He really had a caring family, but he would tell you differently. His mother and father raised him to be a right proper gentlebeast but really Furrow didnt like that much. Baths were the worst. Getting into a tub of hot water and sudsy bubbles with lavender scent. Torture really. he hated the feeling of his fur weighing him down when it was dripping wet and he hated the flower-y scent left on his coat when he dried off. Baths were part of his parents child-raising, part which he loathed...along with other things. So out of pure stupidity he ran away at age ten. He was tired of all the mannerisms, which really only inlcuded saying please and thank-you and minding P's and Q's.
Now being thick-headed he refused to return home after realizing how harsh life on one's own really was. He eventually met Thrice, a cat anthro who was on his own too. Thrice was three years older than Furrow and taught him everything he needed to know to be a successful pick pocketer. Thrice also discovered that water and Furrow do not mix well...an incident in whcih Thrice knocked a barrel of fish in water onto Furrow resulted in the black anthro nearly smashing Thrice's furry muzzle in. So He doved him Onyx-as in black...or black-hearted and dark-tempered-when he was a wet kitty. This at first annoyed Furrow because whenever he got wet-wether it was because of rain or a freak incident-Thrice was always there to ask how Onyx was doing. So more or less it was almost a game of sorts.
Thrice vanished one year ago to this date. All Furrow knows is that one night him and Thrice were out catching fireflies-a bit of childish fun-and then the next day Thrice was no where to be found. Now-a-days Furrow lives in Lucent, stalking the streets late at night looking for shelter to sleep and slipping his furry paws into other people's pockets during day looking for spare change and other items of value.
Password? Danger
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