Post by Cross on Aug 29, 2011 23:19:08 GMT -5
Name: Joaquin "Blaze" Ignacio de la Cruz
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Species: Fox
Occupation: Rogue
Physical Appearance:
Joaquin is lean and muscular, with a handsome face. His ears are slightly wider than the average fox's. Black fur covers his limbs, head, neck, and tail, but it ends at a large reddish-tan saddle marking across his shoulders, back, and the back of his neck. Groups of red-tan spots can be seen on his shoulders and hips outside the saddle marking. Atop the saddle marking is a smaller patch of brighter red fur which spans the width of his shoulders and bleeds onto his neck and upper arms. A thin stripe of this redder fur color blazes down the length of his spine and ends at the tip of his bushy tail. He has a single, generous plume of red-tan fur on his chest. There are three red spots beneath each of his bright golden eyes, and the backs of his ears are the same color red, as well. His nose is dark gray in color. His teeth are impeccably white, and so are his claws, but he is missing two claws from his left paw. Three gold loops are pierced through his right ear, and two more are pierced through his left eyebrow. His paw pads are black, but they have faded to a pale tan color in some places from constant use.
Clothing: Joaquin normally wears a baggy, faded black shirt with a wide collar, adjustable with a thin black drawstring. The collar is cut so wide it nearly falls off his shoulders if he doesn't tighten it with the drawstring. The sleeves are loose and baggy, with short lengths of dark leather fabric at the ends strung through with black chords. (Think Dread Pirate Robert's shirt from the Princess Bride movie.) Joaquin also dons a thick leather belt and dark tan breeches. In the cooler months, he wears a long, sandy-colored trench coat with lots of brass buckles and buttons. He always wears rust-colored fingerless gloves on his paws.
Possessions:
Joaquin carries a brown leather satchel to store provisions, blank pieces of paper, and extra writing utensils. He also has an ample supply of matches, flint stones, and lamp oil. He carries a long, curved cutlass with an immaculate silver basket hilt. He has two silver knives strapped to his wrists beneath the sleeves of his big shirt, and an extra one hanging from his belt. He normally straps his cutlass to his back. Around his neck is a simple brass chain from which hangs a small brass compass.
Personality:
Joaquin, or Blaze as he likes to call himself, is in every way a scoundrel. He loves spreading chaos, death, and destruction whenever the chance arises. With a curious fascination for fire, Joaquin will set something, or some beast, aflame purely for the fun of it. A skilled acrobat and pyromaniac, Joaquin can handle fire better than any beast else. Joaquin is from the far south and speaks a completely different language than the creatures of Mossflower, yet curiously his nickname is a word more commonly used up north. Due to his trouble with the Mossflower dialect, the fox carries around paper and writing utensils for translation. He can write in the Mossflower dialect rather well, much better than he can speak it. When he does speak it, however, his accent is extremely thick. He has a mischievous streak a mile wide, and one of his favorite pastimes is insulting some beast in his native tongue and then smiling as if he'd just complimented them. A hopeless romantic, he will flirt with any pretty vixen who happens to cross his path. And they usually fall for him, what with his roguish charm and his exotic accent. But Joaquin has only ever had a heart for one vixen (more on this in his history), and if he enters into a romantic relationship with another female, it's a shallow one that ends quickly. He's a deceitful and clever liar, easily able to coax food or other items from some hapless traveler. He has a distinct hatred for mice, and he thoroughly enjoys torturing and killing them with fire. He's also a bit of an alcoholic, pretty much unable to turn down a good, strong drink.
Strengths:
Joaquin is an excellent swordsman, a cold, calculated killer. He's not bad at knife-throwing, either. In a duel, he can guess his opponent's moves in an instant and respond with razor-sharp reflexes. He knows everything about everything about fire, and can even perform some daring circus acts involving flames.
Weaknesses:
Joaquin has periods when he simply becomes a sadistic madman (or mad-fox), and he cannot control himself. These times are brought about by lack of sleep, more than a few strong drinks, and the sight of a particularly large bonfire. Since he cannot speak the Mossflower dialect well, he has many problems when trying to communicate with other beasts. He also makes allies slowly due to his language barrier and his shallow, unreliable personality, not to mention his sadistic periods.
History:
Joaquin was born into a family of high standing in a country far to the south of Mossflower. He was the oldest in a litter of six, and he was expected to carry on his father's noble legacy of being a great swordsman. Joaquin underwent thorough training throughout his youth in the way of the sword. He quickly outshone the other young foxes of the city. As he grew, he learned to make decisions quickly, sharpening his wit through everyday trials and excellent education. He also learned that a handsome face could get him the attention of the females, so he spent much of his time on his appearance. He would groom his fur and clean his teeth and claws at least twice a day. It didn't hurt that he came from a handsome family, as well.
However, his father's expectations for him were extremely high, and Joaquin strove to meet them, but as he got older, he found his shortcomings. He discovered his romantic side, his tendency to be easily distracted by a pretty face. He discovered his fascination with fire, which, at the time, was more of a mesmerization, in which he would lose himself in a flame. As he grew into adulthood, he discovered his tendency towards strong drink, how an innocent glass of wine could easily turn into an entire bottle. It took Joaquin long months of hard work to develop even a little discipline in regards to these three areas. Still his father continued to drill him in swordsmanship and discipline.
As a sort of escape from his father's high expectations, Joaquin would take time each night to visit a vixen he fancied, a girl named Renata. It wasn't long before the two fell madly in love, outside either of their parents' knowledge. On Renata's eighteenth birthday, Joaquin surprised every beast at her birthday celebration with a proposal to his beloved. The lovers' fathers, two foxes who held extreme animosity towards each other, did not approve of the proposal at all. The lovers' mothers, however, thought it was adorably romantic, and decided to help their starstruck children in any way they could. After a long shouting match between the fathers, Joaquin was forbidden to see Renata again, and Renata was confined to her home until her father found her a "suitable" husband. Joaquin was forcibly removed from the party by his father and brothers.
That night, Renata's mother Rosa and Joaquin's mother Maria made up some excuse to get their children out of the house and brought the lovers to a secret meeting place outside the city. Knowing the marriage could never take place as long as the two fathers hated each other, Rosa and Maria packed up food, money, and much of Renata's dowry to send the lovers north to Mossflower country, where it was rumored peace reigned throughout all seasons. Since the city in which the foxes lived was built near a high cliff over the sea, Rosa and Maria would pretend that Joaquin and Renata had both committed suicide by throwing themselves off the cliff. Renata and Joaquin were eternally grateful to their mothers and set out immediately.
After about a month of travel, the two foxes joined a roving troupe composed mostly of vermin species, who performed a makeshift marriage ceremony for them. It was during their stay with the troupe that Joaquin learned how to handle fire, receiving the nickname "Blaze", and become a decent acrobat. He also found ways to incorporate his swordplay into the performances. Renata learned beautiful dances, and together they were a wonderful addition to the roving band. The leader of the band tried to teach the couple how to speak the Mossflower dialect, but the foxes were slow learners.
They spent three happy years with the troupe. But one night after a particularly lavish performance, a group of travelers destroyed their camp and killed most of the performers. Joaquin had had one too many drinks that night, so his swordsmanship was sloppier than usual. He tried to defend his young wife, but he was pinned down by a big otter and could only watch as a warrior mouse killed Renata and set fire to the troupe's small caravan. The sight of the fire mixed with his fatigue, anger, and drunkeness caused Joaquin's mind to snap. He slew the otter holding him down and went for the mouse. They dueled like mad, and it was in this fight that Joaquin lost two claws on his left paw. In return, he took out the mouse's eye. The fox was finally able to disarm the mouse and pin him up against a tree. Before delivering the killing strike, Joaquin asked, in his thick foreign accent, why the mouse was killing innocent beasts. The mouse replied that no vermin was innocent, and all of them deserved to die. (Hence Joaquin's hatred of mice.) Joaquin silenced the mouse forever and threw his lifeless body into the fire.
The other members of the troupe were either dead or had fled into the woods. Joaquin buried his wife and the other dead performers in a tranquil grove far from the scene of destruction. After a period of intense mourning, the fox became a rogue. A life of constant travel would distract his mind from the horrible fate of his beloved wife. As time wore on, however, he came to enjoy inflicting pain on others, especially through the means of fire. He made an official career out of it after burning down the home of a little mouse family, cementing his love of fire and his hatred of mice. Even as he travels, though, consciously or not, he is searching for a vixen to replace his beloved Renata, because he's still that hopeless romantic flirting with every vixen he meets.
Relationships:
Joaquin is in no relationship with any beast at the moment. He hasn't seen his family in six years. His wife was killed after three years of marriage, and any friends he made in the troupe were killed or had disappeared into Mossflower woods.
Other:
Joaquin's favorite colors are red, orange, and yellow.
He enjoys watching sunsets.
((Prank, I'm sure there are a ton of errors in this bio, but I really just wanted to post it so you could find those errors for me. I've been working on this one for too long to find the errors. XD As always, thanks for your input!))
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Species: Fox
Occupation: Rogue
Physical Appearance:
Joaquin is lean and muscular, with a handsome face. His ears are slightly wider than the average fox's. Black fur covers his limbs, head, neck, and tail, but it ends at a large reddish-tan saddle marking across his shoulders, back, and the back of his neck. Groups of red-tan spots can be seen on his shoulders and hips outside the saddle marking. Atop the saddle marking is a smaller patch of brighter red fur which spans the width of his shoulders and bleeds onto his neck and upper arms. A thin stripe of this redder fur color blazes down the length of his spine and ends at the tip of his bushy tail. He has a single, generous plume of red-tan fur on his chest. There are three red spots beneath each of his bright golden eyes, and the backs of his ears are the same color red, as well. His nose is dark gray in color. His teeth are impeccably white, and so are his claws, but he is missing two claws from his left paw. Three gold loops are pierced through his right ear, and two more are pierced through his left eyebrow. His paw pads are black, but they have faded to a pale tan color in some places from constant use.
Clothing: Joaquin normally wears a baggy, faded black shirt with a wide collar, adjustable with a thin black drawstring. The collar is cut so wide it nearly falls off his shoulders if he doesn't tighten it with the drawstring. The sleeves are loose and baggy, with short lengths of dark leather fabric at the ends strung through with black chords. (Think Dread Pirate Robert's shirt from the Princess Bride movie.) Joaquin also dons a thick leather belt and dark tan breeches. In the cooler months, he wears a long, sandy-colored trench coat with lots of brass buckles and buttons. He always wears rust-colored fingerless gloves on his paws.
Possessions:
Joaquin carries a brown leather satchel to store provisions, blank pieces of paper, and extra writing utensils. He also has an ample supply of matches, flint stones, and lamp oil. He carries a long, curved cutlass with an immaculate silver basket hilt. He has two silver knives strapped to his wrists beneath the sleeves of his big shirt, and an extra one hanging from his belt. He normally straps his cutlass to his back. Around his neck is a simple brass chain from which hangs a small brass compass.
Personality:
Joaquin, or Blaze as he likes to call himself, is in every way a scoundrel. He loves spreading chaos, death, and destruction whenever the chance arises. With a curious fascination for fire, Joaquin will set something, or some beast, aflame purely for the fun of it. A skilled acrobat and pyromaniac, Joaquin can handle fire better than any beast else. Joaquin is from the far south and speaks a completely different language than the creatures of Mossflower, yet curiously his nickname is a word more commonly used up north. Due to his trouble with the Mossflower dialect, the fox carries around paper and writing utensils for translation. He can write in the Mossflower dialect rather well, much better than he can speak it. When he does speak it, however, his accent is extremely thick. He has a mischievous streak a mile wide, and one of his favorite pastimes is insulting some beast in his native tongue and then smiling as if he'd just complimented them. A hopeless romantic, he will flirt with any pretty vixen who happens to cross his path. And they usually fall for him, what with his roguish charm and his exotic accent. But Joaquin has only ever had a heart for one vixen (more on this in his history), and if he enters into a romantic relationship with another female, it's a shallow one that ends quickly. He's a deceitful and clever liar, easily able to coax food or other items from some hapless traveler. He has a distinct hatred for mice, and he thoroughly enjoys torturing and killing them with fire. He's also a bit of an alcoholic, pretty much unable to turn down a good, strong drink.
Strengths:
Joaquin is an excellent swordsman, a cold, calculated killer. He's not bad at knife-throwing, either. In a duel, he can guess his opponent's moves in an instant and respond with razor-sharp reflexes. He knows everything about everything about fire, and can even perform some daring circus acts involving flames.
Weaknesses:
Joaquin has periods when he simply becomes a sadistic madman (or mad-fox), and he cannot control himself. These times are brought about by lack of sleep, more than a few strong drinks, and the sight of a particularly large bonfire. Since he cannot speak the Mossflower dialect well, he has many problems when trying to communicate with other beasts. He also makes allies slowly due to his language barrier and his shallow, unreliable personality, not to mention his sadistic periods.
History:
Joaquin was born into a family of high standing in a country far to the south of Mossflower. He was the oldest in a litter of six, and he was expected to carry on his father's noble legacy of being a great swordsman. Joaquin underwent thorough training throughout his youth in the way of the sword. He quickly outshone the other young foxes of the city. As he grew, he learned to make decisions quickly, sharpening his wit through everyday trials and excellent education. He also learned that a handsome face could get him the attention of the females, so he spent much of his time on his appearance. He would groom his fur and clean his teeth and claws at least twice a day. It didn't hurt that he came from a handsome family, as well.
However, his father's expectations for him were extremely high, and Joaquin strove to meet them, but as he got older, he found his shortcomings. He discovered his romantic side, his tendency to be easily distracted by a pretty face. He discovered his fascination with fire, which, at the time, was more of a mesmerization, in which he would lose himself in a flame. As he grew into adulthood, he discovered his tendency towards strong drink, how an innocent glass of wine could easily turn into an entire bottle. It took Joaquin long months of hard work to develop even a little discipline in regards to these three areas. Still his father continued to drill him in swordsmanship and discipline.
As a sort of escape from his father's high expectations, Joaquin would take time each night to visit a vixen he fancied, a girl named Renata. It wasn't long before the two fell madly in love, outside either of their parents' knowledge. On Renata's eighteenth birthday, Joaquin surprised every beast at her birthday celebration with a proposal to his beloved. The lovers' fathers, two foxes who held extreme animosity towards each other, did not approve of the proposal at all. The lovers' mothers, however, thought it was adorably romantic, and decided to help their starstruck children in any way they could. After a long shouting match between the fathers, Joaquin was forbidden to see Renata again, and Renata was confined to her home until her father found her a "suitable" husband. Joaquin was forcibly removed from the party by his father and brothers.
That night, Renata's mother Rosa and Joaquin's mother Maria made up some excuse to get their children out of the house and brought the lovers to a secret meeting place outside the city. Knowing the marriage could never take place as long as the two fathers hated each other, Rosa and Maria packed up food, money, and much of Renata's dowry to send the lovers north to Mossflower country, where it was rumored peace reigned throughout all seasons. Since the city in which the foxes lived was built near a high cliff over the sea, Rosa and Maria would pretend that Joaquin and Renata had both committed suicide by throwing themselves off the cliff. Renata and Joaquin were eternally grateful to their mothers and set out immediately.
After about a month of travel, the two foxes joined a roving troupe composed mostly of vermin species, who performed a makeshift marriage ceremony for them. It was during their stay with the troupe that Joaquin learned how to handle fire, receiving the nickname "Blaze", and become a decent acrobat. He also found ways to incorporate his swordplay into the performances. Renata learned beautiful dances, and together they were a wonderful addition to the roving band. The leader of the band tried to teach the couple how to speak the Mossflower dialect, but the foxes were slow learners.
They spent three happy years with the troupe. But one night after a particularly lavish performance, a group of travelers destroyed their camp and killed most of the performers. Joaquin had had one too many drinks that night, so his swordsmanship was sloppier than usual. He tried to defend his young wife, but he was pinned down by a big otter and could only watch as a warrior mouse killed Renata and set fire to the troupe's small caravan. The sight of the fire mixed with his fatigue, anger, and drunkeness caused Joaquin's mind to snap. He slew the otter holding him down and went for the mouse. They dueled like mad, and it was in this fight that Joaquin lost two claws on his left paw. In return, he took out the mouse's eye. The fox was finally able to disarm the mouse and pin him up against a tree. Before delivering the killing strike, Joaquin asked, in his thick foreign accent, why the mouse was killing innocent beasts. The mouse replied that no vermin was innocent, and all of them deserved to die. (Hence Joaquin's hatred of mice.) Joaquin silenced the mouse forever and threw his lifeless body into the fire.
The other members of the troupe were either dead or had fled into the woods. Joaquin buried his wife and the other dead performers in a tranquil grove far from the scene of destruction. After a period of intense mourning, the fox became a rogue. A life of constant travel would distract his mind from the horrible fate of his beloved wife. As time wore on, however, he came to enjoy inflicting pain on others, especially through the means of fire. He made an official career out of it after burning down the home of a little mouse family, cementing his love of fire and his hatred of mice. Even as he travels, though, consciously or not, he is searching for a vixen to replace his beloved Renata, because he's still that hopeless romantic flirting with every vixen he meets.
Relationships:
Joaquin is in no relationship with any beast at the moment. He hasn't seen his family in six years. His wife was killed after three years of marriage, and any friends he made in the troupe were killed or had disappeared into Mossflower woods.
Other:
Joaquin's favorite colors are red, orange, and yellow.
He enjoys watching sunsets.
((Prank, I'm sure there are a ton of errors in this bio, but I really just wanted to post it so you could find those errors for me. I've been working on this one for too long to find the errors. XD As always, thanks for your input!))
))