Name: Zerrif Astaire
Gender: Male
Species: Ferret (Mustelid)
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Eye Colour: Green(?)
Height: 5'11" - 6'0
Weight: 185 lbs.
Body Type: Athletic
Job/Occupation: Bartender(?)
Age: 18
Genitalia: Musteline - 6 inches
Physical Description: Picture to come soon
Zerrif is a very light-toned ferret, not altogether albino, but mostly cream-brown. He has a few patches of dark brown fur; one on his left shoulder (it extends further on the back and down the arm than in the front), one across his midsection (it's oblong shaped, but doesn't go past his sides, and goes from about the end of his chest just past his bellybutton), near the base, and the first little part of his tail, and at the end, and also... oddly enough, one of his testicles is dark brown, the other cream (his right one is the darker one).
Like all mustela he's slender, but he used to live on a farm with his family on the outskirts of a town, and thus is toned and strong because of the fieldwork. Though, he tends to hide it beneath his fur, and isn't happy with his own body. He ties his hairfur back into a little pony-tail/rat tail, but has straight hair, barely reaching his shoulders otherwise.
He also has various scars, some from fieldwork, others from old masters. He hides them under his clothes (none of them being on his upper body, hence being okay with a mesh t-shirt), and doesn't really talk about them.
He likes to wear jeans with a t-shirt (plain, or has some sort of snarky comment on it), with a casual polo overtop, long or short-sleeved. He also works at a bar, and has to wear black or khaki jeans (as such, his black or khaki ones tend to be almost like cargo pants, or utility jeans, with a bunch of pockets down the sides), and a mesh/fishnet shirt (he prefers black, but wear the occasional colour), with an apron overtop. He does, however, like the uniform enough to ditch the apron and wear those clothes around normally.
He also wears gloves, that go past his wrist but not halfway up to his elbow, and tends to wear a necklace or chain under his mesh shirt (overtop his regular shirts). The necklace has an exotic design, and when asked about it, he shrugs and doesn't know where he got it; his parents say he found it in the fields and just carried it with him after that.
Biography: Biography is being developed here
Zerrif lived on the outskirts of a small town with his family on a farm. The seventh child of nine, he didn't really stand out, and had no real way to make himself stand apart from his brothers and sisters (He was a good musician, and a good child, but two of his siblings made his talent seem like amateurism, and they were all good children, really). The elders stayed behind to take over the farm, but many pushed Zerrif, along with his two younger brothers (twins) to move out once they were old enough. Times were changing, and the farm was no longer a "safe haven."
There was some sort of nuclear strike, and Zerrif had been in the fields when the last bomb hit, not too far from their property. He suffered no physical, or foreseeable mental damage, but his eyes began to change colour. Doctors ruled it as an effect of the radiation, but much is unsure; all that is known is that they can change colour at any time, but he cannot invoke it himself. He also changes eye colours under emotional extremes (extremely happy, sad, angry, etc). Also, the colour, if reflecting an emotion, stays constant; green cannot represent both envy and greed, at least not the same tone.
Zerrif moved first, almost treated ironically like the family's test subject, to a city not too far from the town. There, being lost and new, he moved into an apartment, and got a job at a bar, balancing work, school, and life. The city proved to be at times more dangerous, and yet as a whole, safer. He got a job at a bar, and has been working there ever since he moved out (at the age of 15).
He was once romantically involved with the bartender, but then things happened and they had to break up for safety's sake. Also once involved with the bartender's bouncer, but that didn't last long either.
See this link here (http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Zerrif) for slightly more details. Nothing heavy though.
Turn-ons: Romance, chivalry, foreplay, odd positions, different areas to do things in, other than a bed.
Turn-offs: Drunken stupors (he deals with enough of them), vore, scat, heavy BDSM
What Zerrif likes
Hobbies / Talents: Likes to cook, adept with various musical instruments, knows martial arts
Likes: Meat, cheese / ice cream / dairy (though he's lactose intolerant)
Dislikes: Vegetables (though will not refuse eating them... would just prefer his meat), pop/soda, excessive drinking
Personality: Zerrif, at first, is very shy and reserved, but he quickly opens up to those he finds amiable and easily approachable. However, he's constantly wary and has many inhibitions, as he's been betrayed before too many times, and has learned from each experience. He also has a slight lack of self-esteem, mostly about his physical appearance, because of old mates/lover/masters.
He also likes to act promiscuous, but is inwardly clingy and selective.
Theme Song: I can't stop Raving - Dune
Name: Cypher Kuntz (Yes, it's pronounced Cunts.)
Gender: Male
Species: White Tiger
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Eye Colour: Topaz
Height: 5'9
Weight: 180
Body Type: "Military Issue"
Job/Occupation: Hacker for the Interplanetary Resistance Army
Age: 24
Genitalia: Feline - 7 inches
Physical Description: Picture to come!
Cypher, being a tiger, is naturally large. He isn't as large as the infanty, and pales in comparison to the Heavy Weapons unit of the army, but is required to keep in top physical shape, regardless of his position.
He's a white tiger; that is to say he looks white, but has an orange tone; a problem with pigmentation and evolution through the years made his kind lose their orange lustre. He's decently built, and has a bit more orange on the back than the front. His stripes are only really visible on his back, they're very faint and disappear near his midsection.
He has short, black hair, and he tends to just let be messy, since he doesn't really care. He'll brush it out of view if he's on the move on foot, but if he's safely in a unit or such, he won't do anything to tame it. He also has contacts, clear ones, or various multicoloured once just for kicks.
He has one scar that runs along a part of a stripe on his arm, because he overloaded his hacking unit once, made the monitor explode, and the shard cut cleanly across the arm. Nope, no hero story. He cut a scar from being a super-nerd.
He is usually seen in the military uniform; semi-tight navy shorts or pants, and a shirt emblazoned with the army's crest on it. If on duty, he usually has a short sleeved, white lab coat, with Kuntz on the back. Civilian wise, he's usually donning whatever he can find in his closet, generally the military shirt with whatever jeans he grabs.
As a hacker, he also has various tools with him at all times to facilitate his needs. His "signature" is a bracer on his left arm, running from his wrist to his elbow. Self-created, the bracer has a wide variety of functions that serve him, though the most-used is a scanner. It is only useable on conscious, organic matter (He has other built-in scanners for different things). It draws information by tapping into the subject's subconscious, delving into the stream of information that their mind would deem acceptable, and readily public. Though he can easily tweak it to find out things that a person keeps hidden, he sees no point in doing so, and it goes against his morals, anyway.
On his opposite paw, is a military issue glove with a slight raised backing, holding a small mechanized contraption. What this does is allows him to remotely access his terminal from anywhere. By activating the machine through sonic waves (clapping, roaring, etc), he can create holographic keyboards, and even holographic monitors / panels to have a portable computer. He has altered it himself, however, to create small holographic panels, no larger than 4 x 4 inch squares, and an inch thick, that are somehow solid. He usually uses it to hold his canteen for quick reach, however there are other uses.
Biography: Cypher was an orphan, and as such all orphans were delivered to the army to be raised as soldiers. He was raised along with a group of friends, just like every other child who is forced into the army, and as such was placed in their squadron. Each squadron had a different person for different duties; Hackers/Recon, Infantry, Snipers/Recon, Heavy Weapon Specialists, Medics/Hackers, and anything else that would round out the group.
He roomed with an Infantry member of his group, and fell in love; but could do nothing but sit and watch the screen when he saw his mate shot down. He recoiled into being a recluse after that, working solely on his job, and his bracer. He designed the bracer himself, to be like a portable holo-computer, but it's a rumor that he first created it for the group for easy communication, and his mate died when she was distracted by an incoming signal on the bracer.
He has also been romantically involved with the Sniper of his group, though he felt he was being used, and was too uncaring because of his loss; though that didn't quell the Sniper's feelings for him. They respectfully separated, staying very close friends. They're the only two remaining of their original group; everyone else having died on the field of battle.
Turn-ons: Licking, intelligence, compassion, a wall
Turn-offs: Egotism, Sex-hungry maniacs, Underestimation
Hobbies / Talents: Likes to invent new gadgets, very good at playing the keyboard/piano, collecting information on everything
Likes: Intelligence, Equality, Being a goof.
Dislikes: Laziness, Tardiness, One-sidedness / No Reciprocation
Personality: Cypher is truthful and loyal, seeing no real reason to lie to people. However, he does tend to avoid discussion / the point without really lying, moreso driving things around the real facts. He also likes to learn as much as he can, and teach what he knows.
He's also a hopeless romantic. But don't tell him I told you so.
Theme Song: White and Nerdy - Weird Al Yankovic
Name: Rigel "Grasswhistle" Cantazze (Grasswhistle was given to him because he tends to whistle and sound like that; he's severed all ties with his old family and uses that as his last name rather than Cantazze)
Gender: Male
Species: Rat-Mouse (Mat? Rouse? Lols.)
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Eye Colour: Chestnut Brown
Height: 5'5
Weight: 120
Body Type: Lithe
Job/Occupation: Amateur Singer - Student
Age: 23
Genitalia: Rodent - 6 1/2 inches (Wow... I really should make someone with like, a 14 inch pecker to be an ass with.)
Rigel is a lithe mouse, almost to the point of being unhealthy. Although, what exercise he gets keeps him in shape, and thus he's got a small bit of definition, but he's not bulging anywhere. He's quite small, almost fragile to the eye, but could prove the eye wrong. Somewhat.
Apart from his lithe figure, he's mostly albino, save his chestnut eyes and a small patch of brown fur running down his right side. His ears are pointed, but not to the extent of a rat's ears; they're slightly rounded because of his mouse genetics. He's got an elongated face like a rat's but soft features like a mouse. His hair is white too, and he keeps it back in a bun or lets it hang loose, sometimes getting him mistaken for a girl.
His wardrobe is small, a couple white shirts with a couple polos or dress shirts to go overtop, one pair of navy jeans, another pair of faded jeans, and some dark green corduroys. Black or white sneakers to go with it, and one hoodie if it's cold, and a jean jacket for even colder days. He hasn't been able to afford much else.
Biography: Rigel's life was pretty convoluted, but simple. His mother was a "Horrible, but Attractive Go-go dancer" (in his own words) and his father "The slickest mafia rat you'd ever know. Until he ratted you out." When he was born, his mother quit her job and asked his father to get away from the mafia; but they were caught on the run when Rigel was about 8.
His father was pulled back into the life, and his mother had to work again as the dancer to make ends meet; thus his parents were hardly ever there for him as a kid. He was oftentimes, pulled in by the mafia to do little jobs, but because of his involvement, he grew to hate their acts, and even his father. In his words, "I barely knew my mom to love her, and hated my dad for being my dad."
He paid his own way through schooling with part-time jobs, and is currently in university for Voice. He's been called the "Harpy's Voice" before by the mafia; he's not an amazing singer by default, but he tends to draw people in with what he sings, no matter what it is. He's naturally a tenor, but is able to deepen his voice to surprisingly low levels.
Turn-ons: Compliments, rubs, chocolate, lemons
Turn-offs: Violence, Lies, Deceit - Duh, he hates the mafia.
Rigel's mind fucked, I swear.
Hobbies / Talents: Apart from singing, he used to paintball a lot, earning some money competitively (but abandoned the game because of the images it provoked)
Likes: Singing for other people, Just living a life to get by, Writing in this journal
Dislikes: Fear, Paranoia, Horror Movies
Personality: Rigel's not shy, but not overt; if you ask him he'll tell you, but otherwise he'll keep it secret. He's also kind of a showoff; he loves to sing for others but won't boast his ability, mainly because he doesn't think he's that good.
He also likes watching the sunset.
Theme Song: Without a Fight - Hoobastank
Name: Bascht Ka'tar
Gender: Male
Species: Rabbit-fox (Roxxors the coxxors!)
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Eye Colour: Blue
Height: 5'7
Weight: 140
Body Type: Under Average
Job/Occupation: Apothecarian Acolyte
Age: 18
Genitalia: Vulpine - Knotted - 7 inches
Physical Description: Bascht is half-rabbit, half fox. He is predominantly lapine, having the face, ears, and body of one. However, he sports a fox-tail, and his forearms are vulpine-like. It fades from his natural dark greenish to a sort of dark red, but he keeps mostly the same build, just not rabbit-like paws. The same happens to his knees down, as well, changing from lapine to fox. His rabbit fur is a dark green tone, and his vulpine fur is dark red, borderline brown.
He's not thin, but not as built as he could be. There's no abdominal definition, and his arms though not overly fat or flabby, are barely toned. Just sitting under average, so to speak. Then again, he's largely apathetic about his build; he enjoys his pudge. He has short, dark red hair, as if life decided to mock him by saying he couldn't hide all of his fox heritage (Since he's not altogether proud of it)
He usually wears the white acolyte robe, which is laced with black linings. It cuts off at the midriff for movement and flexibility, almost like a cloak. It does, however, have long-sleeves and the symbol of his Goddess Ashia on the back. He usually wears black or grey shirts and pants to match the white, but he has been known to reverse the colours (black coat, white shirt and pants)
Biography: Bascht lived in a world where humans, anthros, and kemonomimi (the offspring of both) existed. However, the anthros were further divided by herbivoric, carnivoric, and omnivoric races, and even then each species believed in a different god based on their subset. Raised in a village of hares and rabbits, Bascht was born to a life of priesthood, alchemy, and studies. As much as he liked the peaceful life, though, there were always the hushed comments about his vulpine traits. His mother, a priestess, his father, a bandit. He, the bastard child resulting. Still, he made a couple of friends that didn't care and tried to live like a regular rabbit.
That was, until his Head Praetor attempted to rape him, and his two best friends. He was able to get away, but unable to get his two friends with him, and he ran far from his little village, until he was found by a nomadic tribe of lions. Spared by their leader to 'whet other appetites', he ended up being their apothecary and alchemist, travelling with them.
Eventually, they made it to his village, and he exacted revenge on the praetor, showing the village what he had done, and apparently been doing for a while. He refused to take the new place of Head Praetor, instead establishing a bond between the nomadic carnivoric tribe and the peaceful one he grew up with.
He also met his father along his travels, and found that he didn't need to hate his roots as much as he did; though he still resented the lack of a father figure in his life. That, and his father was a no-good, village-pillaging, rotten, crusty, hot bandit. Wait, did I just say hot? Yeah, Bascht sorta had a thing for his dad.
Turn-ons: Flowers, scents, potion use, incest. XD
Turn-offs: Violence, non-consensual acts, being alone
Hobbies / Talents: None really; he was an average kid, did okay at school, and didn't care for any sort of extra curriculars. He is a decent cook, though.
Magical Abilities (provided realm is sufficient): As a priest of Ashia, the lapine goddess of nature, he has the ability to invoke control over fauna and flora with prayers. Talking to animals, using roots or thorns, or natural poisons as weapons, and even controlling death and life of the forest is all within his ability. However, the strength of his 'prayer spells' varies with how much faith he puts into the prayer. Something rushed and needy will nowhere be as strong as something prepared and thought over.
Likes: Walks in the forest, swimming in rivers, immersion in nature
Dislikes: Urbanisation, a lack of respect for the earth.
Personality: Bascht is very good natured, and though he seems to be a devout, he's not exactly going to just hold back because the rules or unspoken taboos state for him to. He'll willingly break them in order to save his own skin. Something his mother always said that he inherited from his father.
Also, he knows what "herbs" do "what" to "others". Hehehehe.
Name: Akker Krius
Gender: Male
Species: Wyvern (Whelpling)
Sexual Orientation: Undiscovered (Non-sexual)
Eye Colour: Golden
Height: 2'6
Weight: 140 lbs
Body Type: Whelpling
Job / Occupation: One of many sons of Arkus Krius, leader of The Brood
Age: Appears to be about 10 years old
Genitalia: Undisclosed
Physical Description: Akker is a young whelpling of a wyvern. As such, he is built sort of oddly-- his tail his eccentrically large in comparison to his size. It tapers from base to tip, about a foot and a half in circumference at the base, and three inchest in circumference at the tip. He has horns on his head and at the tip of his wings, but they're short, and very rounded-- he hasn't grown them enough to sharpen them. His claws are short, for the same reason, and his wingspan is barely three feet.
His actual bodily makeup is eccentric as well. His legs and lower body are mostly fully grown, his feet wider than his face and his legs are just about as thick, if not slightly thicker than his upper body. His arms are barely a foot long, and his torso is slender and sort of juts out from his lower body. He has horns on his head, and has the developing signs of horns or spikes to grow from his neck as well.
He has a lime green coat of scales, with a yellow underbelly, running from snout tip to tail tip. The insides of his legs are yellow as well, and his horns are simply a dark green.
Biography: Akker grew up in the Novhus Volcano, a large volcano with very little wildlife and vegetation on it. It's pretty much a very tiny islet in the middle of an ocean, and the nearest source of food or land is a good five to six hour flight away.
Akker is one of the three dozen youngest sons or Arkus Krius, who is the leader of the brood. As such, he's not that significant of a person in society (He has brothers and sisters who are already full grown wyvern), but is still well-respected. Followed and taught by his bodyguard and mentor, Brahn, Akker is one of the many whelplings who gets bored of being in the shadows of their elders. He's grown to be a sort of miscreant, doing what he likes-- but since he's so little and has barely any influence, his parents don't really care. Not to say they don't love him, it's just that he doesn't do anything that would compromise the authority of his parents.
He does, however, tend to sneak out of the volcano to look around. As such, he's a very good distance flier (though speed is another story). He did go to the End of Time Club once, and upon his return was caught by his mentor, Brahn. Upon explaining to his parents why he left (for the simple reason he was bored), he's been given permission to leave under two conditions. 1) He is not allowed to hunt anything. 2) He MUST be accompanied by Brahn. This is mainly because he might break a few laws he doesn't know about, and Brahn is adept with the Common Tongue.
Akker understands the Common Tongue, but he has never learned to speak it, and he only really has a slightly above average knowledge of the language. Hence Brahn acts as a translator for him as well.
Turn-ons: None known
Turn-offs: None known
Hobbies / Talents: Very good distance flier, as a blood descendant of Krius, he has a potent flame breath, semi-armored scales (resistant to heat, but still not hard enough to stop pain)
Abilities: Akker was born with a one-way telepathic link-- he is able to send his thoughts into the mind of others, and communicate with them that way (He can converse mentally in both the Common Tongue and Novhus); but he has been warned not to use this power unless he absolutely has to.
Likes: Exploring, Flying, Eating, Brahn, Making friends
Dislikes: A huge number of his siblings, Being unable to get his opinion understood
Personality: Akker is still young (at least mentally and physically), and is a child in many ways. As such, he's very inquisitive. He's also very eager to make friends and such, considering he has few of them in the volcano (most other kids don't like him since they think he's too scary being the son of Arkus, or are far older than he is).
He also tries to speak the Common Tongue. But fails.
Name: Brahn Iksar
Gender: Male
Species: Wyvern
Sexual Orientation: Non-sexual (Mated, closed)
Eye Colour: Bright Red
Height: 11'4 (legs to horn tip)
Weight: 485 lbs.
Body Type: Bulky
Job / Occupation: Personal Mentor and Bodyguard to Akker Krius
Age: Appears to be about 40 something.
Genitalia: Undisclosed
Physical Description: Brahn is a large, silver wyvern. Essentially what Akker should look like somewhat when he's older. His tail his far thicker and longer than Akker's, about 6 feet long and nearly four feet in circumference at the base, and six inches around at the top. His horns on his head and wings are sharpened for battle, and are nearly six inches long themselves. His wingspan covers about 15 feet, and his claws are sharpened like his horns.
His torso has thickened and become more proportionate to his body, and his arms are grown out, and thickened as well. Moreso, His neckhorns are about half the length of his head horns, and run down his neck in two lines. They're not as sharp, but sharpened nonetheless, and his head has grown into that of something more dragonic, rather than that of a young whelpling.
His scales are silver, with a black underbelly. His horns are black as well.
Biography: Like Akker, Brahn comes from a long line of wyverns who first bred within the Brood. However, his bloodline is more of a second-to-the-head sort of family, and thus they are protectors of the leaders. Thus, it came to be that he would protect the offspring of Arkus's bloodline. His original wyvern he was meant to guard fell sick after a bad hunt of diseased food, and thus it came upon him to protect the new set of offspring. Akker took a liking to him quickly, and thus he became his mentor.
Brahn is actually one of the few wyverns (an estimation is about 35%) that can speak the Common Tongue. The knowledge was given to them when a hunting accident brought a human there. In order to save his life, he taught them the language, but he died soon. Considering that humans live barely past 80 naturally, and wyverns live centuries long, it was only a matter of time till he died.
He accompanies Akker now on trips out of the volcano. Knowing all the laws, he is able to hunt, converse, and act on behalf of his "young master", without breaking any laws. He is also the only one in charge of creating and distributing the lexicons of Novhus.
Turn-ons: Dominance, Bloodplay, Fighting/Wrestling
Turn-offs: Romance, Foreplay, Delaying
Hobbies / Interests: Writing, Flying, Watching over Akker
Likes: Akker, Cooking, Hunting, Battle
Dislikes: Disputes, War, Lazing about
Personality: Brahn is ever vigilant of whatever will come to harm Akker, and would gladly put his life on the line to protect him, as is his job. He is generally over cautious, but very level-headed. He is also very understanding, and doesn't mind.
He also likes spars and hunting, but dislikes a useless fight or bickering.
Name: Cronix "Quickfingers"
Gender: Male
Species: Spotted Redback Salamander
Sexual Orientation: Open
Eye Colour: Black
Height: 6'3 (3' tail)
Weight: 160 lbs
Body Type: Lithe/Acrobat
Job / Occupation: Professional Performer / Retired Assassin-Sharpshooter
Age: 31
Genitalia: 7 inches
Physical Description: Cronix is a redback salamander, and much like his name, the back of his scales are red. They run up his head and around his eyes, over the top of his snout. However, his underbelly is black, and fades to a sickly-looking yellow. He has black spots that litter the red-area of his scales. His tail is about 3 feet long, about two feet in circumference at the base, tapering to a rounded point that is only a few inches. His tail can pop off, and regrow-- but it takes a long time for it to do so (usually four to five months to achieve 3 feet in length again.
He has no protruding scales, or horns, or even sharp claws to speak of. He's very sleek in appearance, almost with a slight sheen, and usually wears clothes that are form fitting to his lither, acrobatic build (mainly because that's what he's used to from the circus). He likes to favour the circus outfit (a blue leotard, with black stripes down the sides, and a black zipper), though he has been known to wear things ranging from a casual pair of jeans and a t-shirt, to heavy cloaks that would make you think he's a bodybuilder underneath, because of their thickness.
He is always seen with a belt around him, and two satchels of heavy, copper or gold coins slung around it. Though he doesn't kill anymore, nor does he use guns, they're a sort of pseudo-weapon for him-- he is able to flick them hard enough to bruise, or throw them like a shuriken fast enough to cause abrasions, or cut. He's a master of the "Quickpenny", basically flinging coins so fast they travel at speeds that could be replicated if they were shot out of some sort of gun.
He also sometimes carries around random objects to juggle, or something to fiddle with. He doesn't like sitting still.
Biography: Cronix used to be an mercenary-- hired guns to do any sort of work you wanted, as long as the pay was good. He was nearly caught however; the guard that had tried to seize him had pulled off his cloak, and seen his face. He had been grabbed by the tail, which was soon removed (much to his dismay-- he uses it for balance), and he made a sloppy getaway.
With his face out as a wanted criminal, he decided that would be a good time to duck out of the business-- no one wanted to hire an assassin who would get caught, anyway. He abandoned the sharpshooting lifestyle, adopting instead a better usage for his lither form, after seeing that he could afford to go to circus school in another country.
Because of the nature of things he's had to do before, he's a very nimble, and flexible acrobat, and was a shoe-in to get a job at a circus. He mainly does things that require a lot of co-ordination or agility-- acrobatics and juggling are his favourites. Though, he is known to flick a mean penny at targets, or throw knives at spinning ones.
Turn-ons: Kinkiness, Flexibility, Bloodplay
Turn-offs: Asking too many questions, Prying, Nosiness
Hobbies / Interests: Performing, Lazing about, Hanging with the crew, Painting
Likes: Juggling, Showing off, Almost anything
Dislikes: The feds, Other assassins, Getting Caught
Personality: Cronix is the kind of guy who just loves to perform for people, especially if it'll score him a night in a warm bed. He's a show-off, but also modest-- if someone beats him, he'll recognize it.
That, or ask them to teach him how to get better. And he'll pay in many ways.
Vitor: Bangaa Master Monk (Based from FFTA2) - Punch First, Never Ask Questions
Mirath: Rabanastran Guard Viera (Based from FF12) - Sensitive to Mist
Vall: Pale, Human Necromancer with coffin - No Emotions
Lazarus: Skater Punk Meerkat - In love with his Deck
Dalmasc: Gryphon Knight - Has Forgotten how to Fly
Salice: Tiger Acrobat - French
Verde: Tigress Acrobat - Italian
Kyo: Rat Performer - Eats fire, swords, and other things
Ringmistress: Swan - Gaudy Voice
Varians: Panther Druid (Human, Anthro, Feral forms) - Allergic to Catnip
Scailar: Apothecarian Lizard - Lots and Lots of Pockets
Shikas: Underground Refugee Importer Bull - Married to his Truck
Argus: Professional Runner Antelope - Denies ever having used steroids
Lennar: Blue Lemur Acolyte - Blue
Eldoran Mithrenost: Elf Priest/Herbalist - Flighty
Yace Il'Mathren: Elf Paladin - Magic-based
Madrigal Quartet: Troll Warrior - A good mon.
Erran Tusle: Lynx Adventurer - Easily Sidetracked
Scadur Winters: Malamute Bodyguard - Mute
Myarro Iskers: Feline Rogue - Scared of a lot of things
Prius Cage: Bat Raver - Got Zerrif into raving
Klein Cage: Prius' Twin - Booksmart.
Ellie Bontague: Hummingbird DJ - Talks really, really fast
Name: Keiji "Kei" Aurion
Gender: Male
Species: Netherland Dwarf Rabbit
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Eye Colour: Purple
Height: 5'10
Weight: 190
Body Type: Chubby
Job / Occupation: Student
Age: 21
Genitalia: 6 inches
Physical Description: Kei is a green rabbit, with a white underbelly. The white spreads up his sides and along the undersides of his arms, and his entire palm and fingers, though it does not go down his legs. He does however, have white on the bottom of his tail, and feet. He's not athletic, and is rather plump and rounded, but not obese-- more like someone who's big, but just doesn't have any definition to his size. He has purple eyes, and short, black hair, which he usually keeps under a bandana or hat of sorts.
His ears are naturally upright, but they can flop down at will, and without much effort (much like a human can naturally have slightly open hands, but curve them or make them straight without much effort). He tends to dress "Geek Chic", which usually consists of jeans, a white undershirt, and some sort of button up-- though he does have times where he can dress up, or down.
Biography: Kei doesn't come from a world that's technically advanced, or from a world that has magic, or fantasy. In fact, his world is pretty much our world, and he lives just as a student going to school. He's not a hero, he's not an amazing genius, he just lives day to day, as any normal person would.
He grew up in a small house with his older brother and sister, and he moved out for schooling purposes, working jobs to pay for his education.
Turn-ons: Gotta find those out.
Turn-offs: Those too.
Hobbies: Writing, Dancing, Singing, Playing Music, Gaming, Relaxing with Friends
Personality: Kei is usually easygoing, and is overall easy to talk to. He's very interested in things not of his world, but at the same time is wary and cautious of the unknown.