WinterFox1990's profile

I’m a GUY, NOT A GIRL. Just because fox is in my name, ffs…My favorite color is dark blue, I’m a playful but apathetic person, I LOVE foxes, and blah blah blah. If you wanna know more about me, just go read my myspace (Pm me for it, maybe I’ll give it). I write poetry, and I draw. _~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Do not ask about the url…oh, I LOVE dark moor, and, symphonic metal is the most amazing thing, ever. Besides nachos. _~~~~ (Decided to make a more complex rp char =x)…..(cough, made more, cough)~~~~~~~~~~~ _~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Winter – His real name is Fuyu, but not a soul alive knows, save for Tyllin and Rose. He is a young werefox, only 19 years old, 6 years away from his stage of eternal youth. He stands at 5’4", from top to bottom he has two pointed, fox-like ears poking out from his longish hair, going down to just above his shoulders. The fur on his ears is a shade of dark blue, and his hair of the same shade. His eyes are like dark blue, saphire like pools that seem to draw you in. His fangs extend just slightly from his mouth, only on the top. He wears what appears to be a calm, quiet emotion on his face almost all the time, yet deep inside he is in a constant struggle to keep control of not only his emotions, but his very thoughts. He rarely, rarely ever smiles, and when he does, it’s even more rare that the smile is genuine, whether in insanity, happiness, love, or shear anger. Lower down, he dons a darkish blue hoodie, or sometimes vest, laden with a random pattern of silver trimming. The hoodie is quiet large, and extends past his waist line, giving way to the bottom of a dark blue pair of shorts that he wears to match the hoodie, also laden with the same random silver trimmings. Out from the back of the hoodie, under the bottom edge of it, extends a poofy, dark blue tail with a white fluffy tip to it. His hands bear small claws, bearly an inch at most, but he wields a pair of 7 inch long claws made of an enchanted metal, able to cut through steal like butter. Around his upper left leg, over his shorts, he has equipped a small pouch containing 8 shurikens, all of which he can access and throw with deadly accuracy. He treads barefoot, always. This is his human form. Upon shifting into his demon form, the pair of claws seem to meld into him, and his once 1 inch long claws extend to 13 inches, and are just as sharp as the enchanted metal. His entire body grows the same shade of dark blue fur all over, and he grows to a size of 6’8", and every part of his body enlarges to scale. His pouch of shurikens disapears, and his fangs grow much larger. His eyes grow sharper, and every single one of his attributes, reaction time, speed, inteligence, strength, etc., are multipled tenfold. He has just a few powers whilst in his werefox form, including an ability to compress air anywhere around him, acting as a weak shield, or a platform in midair to land on, hover, or jump off of. He can also multiply his natural attributes even further, only for a set limit of time, by twofold. He can blink his eyes, and create a freeze frame, in which he can examine a very, very slow time lapse, in which time seems to stop for all but himself. He cannot move, just as every other creature cannot, but he can observe, and plan. His main attribute is speed, and in human form he can exceed speeds faster than can be seen by the human eye. In werefox form, he can exceed speed of up to twenty times that. ten times without his power busrt. He prefers stealth in combat, a reflection of his seclusive and close kept personality. He isn’t really shy, but humans hate him, mostly for no reason, and he doesn’t admire them too greatly in return. He stays away from them as much as he can, save for few. He is a very quiet, serious individual, but when alone with friends, or someone he admires more than a friend, so to say, he can be quite playful. He is a gentle, kind, wandering soul, usually seen just strolling through forrests, not making a single sound against the forrest floor. But mean intentional harm to a friend or a loved one, and he’ll protect them with his life more than he would his own, with every ounce of power he possesses.~~~~~~~ _~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rose – A fox demon, very similar in lookings to winter, but not exactly a werefox. She has been expelled from hell due to an attempted betrayal to a high up leader of the army of hell and is forever dubbed to live in the human world untill her almost victim deems fit. In her human form, she looks exactly like winter, except her ears are red, and her tail the same color as her ears and long hair, extending just below her shoulders and usually undone, flowing straight down everywhere around her head, save for a small gap where she sets her bangs behind her right eye, leaving only the right part of her face exposed openly. Her tail ends in a white, puffy tip, and she wears what appears to be the top half of a red kimono, heald at the waist by a belt and continuing down into a long skirt, extending to the middle of her lower legs, also red. Both articles are beset with randomly studded saphires, and a single, random flowing line of silver trimming beginning at her left shoulder, and twirling and looping down untill it reaches the bottom right of her skirt. She treads barefoot, same as Winter, and her eyes are the same, deep pools of mesmerizing color, yet sharp and cold. Hers are a deep red, almost maroon like in color, however. Fox demons are not as short as werefoxes, but she stands equal to his height of 5’4", due to her being female. She can go demon form whenever she wishes, and does not suffer the ill side affects or loss of control that a werefox does. She wields two swords, both slim, 4 foot long regular katanas. She also has a small pouch equipped by a dark red band to her right foreleg, on the outside of her clothing. Within the pouch lies several small shurikens, and 4 decently sized throwing knives, all of which she can throw quickly, and with deadly accuracy. Upon shifting into her demon form, the pouch simply disapears, and her swords combine into one, 9 foot long, 2 foot wide double edged 2 handed sword. Due to her incredible increase in attributes, specifically speed and strength, she can wield the massive weapon as though it were merely a twig. Along with the shifting, she is able to access her few demonic powers, including the ability to conjure and manipulate fire, control wind within a set limit of herself, and a passive ability that allows slow regeneration of herself over short periods of time. Rose is 413 years old, yet appears as she had been when she first turned 25, and shall forever remain that way untill the day her almost victim deems she shall die. She and Winter are the most best of friends, she being one of the few people he’s ever even spoken to. She secretly has a desire of being more than a friend with him, despite how awkward she sees it. They are opposite in almost every way. She is an evil hellspawn, and her mind highly sadistic and improper, whereas he is full of innocence and bliss. But she finds him adorable, and is drawn to him like a magnet. Sometimes she wonders if they put him there just to mess with her head. Nevertheless, she has plans for him and her, due to his eternal youth, as she has, and her unexplainable liking of him, that he is completely obvlious to. She is very competitive, lies, cheats, steals, and is very, very uninnocent in every way. She apears to be a calm, loving, caring young woman though, and lures many unsespecting victims to her wrath due to her looks, and how she seems (she HATES being hit on, flirted with, or sometimes even starred at, depending on her mood). The only one she can get along with is Winter, and just as he, she despises humans and almost anything that doesn’t have a fluffy tail and small, nimble fox-like ears. Anyone besides is not kin to her, and she will not see them as equal in any way.