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Name: Drake (My fursona WIP)Name: Drake Nathainel SparrowTree
Age: 23 (Has stopped aging since 1674)
Height: 7ft 3in
- Hair and fur: Jet black messy hair with blue fur and white fur coloring like a red fox. Has black fur on his ears and feet.
- Markings: Has a scar on his hand
- Eye color: Crimson Red
Behavior and Personality:He is a loner and in later centuries is a smoker and goes through an alcholic phase. Knows much of the old times but isn't exactly up to speed with newer times. Likes to keep to himself even though it seems everyone wants to follow him. Can be an ass but always does things for others benefit.
Skills: Fire summoning, some necromancy, well trained in fencing.
Weaknesses:Some holy relics, and intense light (however he is not affected by sunlight unless it is somehow focused), is not really psychologically sound and if his mental barriers are broken he can fall easily.
History: There once, along time ago, was a vast kingdom by the name of Kreigonsburg.
Cyress Reference SheetBASIC INFORMATION
Full name: Cyress
Nickname(s) or Alias: abysmal Sickness
Species: Black Timber Wolf
Birthday: May 22nd
Religion: He finds all religon wrong.
City or town of birth: Kreigonsburg
Currently lives: Within the soul of Drake SparrowTree
Languages spoken: English
Native language: German
Relationship Status: He only lives to create his perfect world
Height: 7ft 3in
Figure/build: Tall Skinny with a small build
Hair colour: Black
Hairstyle: Meduim length swooped back
Eye colour: Red
Skin/fur/etc colour: Black fur
Tattoos: He has sealing marks on his body binding him to Drake
Scars/distinguishing marks: He has sealing marks on his body binding him to Drake
Preferred style of clothing: Armor of any kind
Smoker? He has no time
Drinker? It doesn't cross his mind
Drug User? He is removed from temptation
Personality: Synical, bloodthirsty, those who ally themselves with
Xephious Reference SheetXephious Ref Sheet
Full name: Xephious Shin
Nickname(s) or Alias: Wondering Loner
Species: Grey Wolf
City or town of birth: An ancient shrine long forgotten
Currently lives: Has no permanent residence
Languages spoken: English
Native language: Japanese
Relationship Status: Has no interest in relationships
Height: 7ft 5in
Figure/build: Muscular scars lining his chest and stomach
Hair color: Black
Hairstyle: Unkept short
Eye color: Brown
Scars/distinguishing marks: He has black scars lining his torso from wars lost in time
Preferred style of clothing: Gothic or scene
Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: He has a small limp after long strenuous activities
Personality: He is a loner keeps to himself those he does befriend he is loyal to and
Fall of Razcor
"If we must die, O let us nobly die, so that our precious blood may not be shed in vain", shouted the captain as he led the charge towards the royal guards right flank. "The line will only hold for a few moments sir if not immediately after the first second" said the General's advisor, "A few moments is all we need. If that fox can slip through in time to dart across enemy lines then we will have this battle won." The General looked on at the battle field watching the opposing side. Bright red uniforms stood their ground waiting as clutters of colors from grey to white to even a few purple uniforms could be seen advancing. He hated the fact that he was sending men to their deaths even if it won them the city.
"Twenty-five....maybe even forty-seven good men today will be dead because of one hair brained scheme...even if he supposedly may win us this war" he growls as his fangs show his claws digging into the wooden railing on his lookout tower. He turned as he walked into t
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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