The Fox Without

Spectrum: A Dark Adventure in a World of Color (Full)

It's fine go ahead, didn't realize I was holding up the party, I'm feeling tired tonight so probably will get it up tomorrow, got and idea for a character in the police force, kind of a sword and pistol fighter, but only got a concept so far.

Spectrum: A Dark Adventure in a World of Color (Full)

Hmmm in hat case I'm thinking musket with a bayonet. To be honest I hadn't read all of it only had a chance to skim since I'm at work, danke.

Spectrum: A Dark Adventure in a World of Color (Full)

Will try and make a character later, have to go to work atm, so it'll be this evening. Btw, saw guns mentioned, what level munitions we talking here, matchlock, flintlock, pepperbox, or approaching modern age weapons.

Fairytale/Disney/Pixar Academy [Still Accepting Members]

Mmm really like the idea, but been reading fables in a binge recently, probably wouldn't be able to make a character that wasn't a carbon copy from there.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

The trip through the Black Gale had been an uneventful affair, a tense atmosphere surronding the ride from being aware that she was sitting atop a predator much larger than herself, no matter how pretty it may have been. The griffin they had sent was a rather aged creature, the lions fur having been edged with grey, a few scars visible to the trained eye, but his eyes showed a languid confidence that hinted at having had years of practice honing is strength. 'Ah,' Amon thought to herself as she saw the creature, ' I suppose it was a bit much to hope they'd leave me with no guards on the trip.' Despite the fact she had found it a rather comfortable trip, having already been prepared from her last trip for the transition from leaving one world for another. She spent the time during the trip merely taking in the view, having little else to do on the trip. It wasn't long into the trip before they had joined a mass of griffins, each carrying their own load, but Amon was quick to note that for each of a diffrent race that appeared, and the multitude of humans to be seen, she had yet to see another of her own. It mattered little, as she'd probably have little to talk of with those of her own race. The last and only other time she had ran into another kumiho, it had been in a dispute over hunting rights in the village, and she had left fairly battered for the meeting. She felt little need to have another "family reunion." Turning her attention back to the rest, she noted with some satisfaction that most of the others seemed to be hunkering down and holding on for dear life to the birds, the image leaving a smirk on her lips. She had little trouble balancing on the creature, her many tails more than enough to handle any problems with balance she might have. The wind, however, was a bit more bothersome. Her ears were positively plastered against her head to ward of the offending gale, and the oncoming sight of the academy was a welcome one indeed. The two of them landed with little fanfare, her escort giving a small snort as she got off directed at a rather young looking griffin fall at what seemed like a meteoric rate toward the ground, wings flaring and tail whipping as it landed, the poor student on it's back looking rather shaken from the experience. The scene was mildly amusing for a second, before a gust of wind promptly reminded her of the cold weather currently in effect, her tails reflexively wrapping themselves around her as she glared at nothing in particular, annoyed at the current weather. The brochure had said the weather was controlled, and while she had never minded the winter before, it seemed a waste to keep it so cold when it wasn't mandatory. She had to fight off the urge to immediately shift to her apparently furred Fox form. She'd simply stick it out for the moment. Amon would rather avoid attention for the moment if she could help it. Instead, she threw on the cloak over her uniform and quickly wrapped her tails around herself again, resembling to be clad in a somewhat luxurious fur scratched briefly at the choker on her neck again before catching herself, grimacing at the reminder. She gazed at the structures ahead of her, admitting that they were quiet impressive. It was certainly a far cry from the schools she had seen during her time on earth, seeming more like a small town than a school, with hundreds up on hundreds of students gathering together. Amon held her orb as she began to feel a twinge of anxiety, the dark violet, melon sized orb emitting a pulse as she considered her next step. That decision was taken care of for her as a sharp noise caused Amon to wince as the speakers came to life, with a rather interesting message played over the sound system, causing a confused expression to appear on her face. It was a rather presented in a rather unorthodox attitude, but the point had come across easily enough. She was at a loss as to where this main hall may be, but quickly concluded that following the crowd that was already on the move seemed best. She worked her way into one such group, folding her ears back to drown out the noise, trying her best to ignore all the painfully unguarded students, many of whom she could smell rich reserves of mana, the scent incessantly reminding her that it had been some days she had last fed, but she had been assured that they would be able to cater to her specific tastes, and she didn't fancy trying for a daring escape so early. After all, she was here to learn was she not.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

I'm a terrible person, the only thing in could think of looking at your cs was this. :P

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Gah my intro took a very different turn then I meant it to while writing it, I had intended her to just be this kind pragmatic animal logic kind of character, and somehow got to freaking psycho revenge bitch without meaning to... I can work with that. So who wants Amon watching their back.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Amon blinked wearily as the first rays from the rising sun hit her eyes , her neck sore from having slept against the barred window in the cell she had been left in, a stone block with spartan theme, until she was to be transferred. She had fallen asleep watching the celebrations of humans outside. She couldn't be sure what they had been celebrating, but she had seen from her years on earth that humans seemed to need little reason to celebrate, always ready to languish in their abundance, but there had been such colors that night, bright flashes in the sky that literally screamed for attention and yet disappeared as quickly as they showed themselves. It had been one of very few treats in the last few weeks she'd had. Amon had been prepared for death, like all who hunt must be, and had indeed expected it to come someday, although many decades down the line if she had a say. When one goes after herd creatures, one is tempting retribution with every meal. Amon's eyes narrowed at that thought, how proud she had been, believing she was ready to face death. However the humans of this world had turned out to react differently once they'd figured out the perpetrator to the rising body count. They had laid a trap for the trickster, and once they had caught her, they denied her the hunters death she had prepared for. Instead they asked questions, wanted to know why, where, and who, all sacred answers to one of her kind, so tightly did they hold knowledge that been theirs alone. Amon's eyes soften at the next thought, a shame entering them as the memories continue to recollect themselves unbidden. She was still young by her kinds standards, and when they offered the chance at survival, that base instinct overrode her pride, and like any animal, she gave away all they asked for. Then the men from home had come, she could smell the magic, the power, coming off of them, and they learned of her abilities, saying it was necessary to evaluate her skills if she was to be taken to this school they offered as an alternative to execution, servitude instead, in the races glorious battle to protect the lands. He even had her open her orb, allowing him access to her mana stores. He had seemed impressed by the amount of mana in there. He appeared to have gained all the information he wished from her, and had spoken to those holding her. Afterwards there had been words outside some quiet, others rather loud she could tell it was the wardens then, she had apparently gotten his son in her circuit before they had caught her, the memory at retelling the taste to him when they'd brought her in bringing a smirk to her lips. Amon scratched at the new accessory she had been given, a simple black leather choke wrapped around her neck, the device they believed they would control her with. They wanted the monsters to fight the monsters. Well if they wanted a monster, she'd be more than happy to give it to them, but it would be the kind they feared lived under their beds, the ones that would attack when they were defenseless. She would not soon forget how they had taken knowledge, prey, and her freedom from her, all things came with a price, and if they were willing to take they must give as well. With this happy thought in her head, Amon smirked shooting off of the seat and gathering the supplies they had given her to start school, 9 tails whipping into a frenzy behind her as she thought of what the future might yet still hold, ears catching the sound of wings flapping in the distance, claws scrapping the ground, and what sounded like an armed escort coming her way. It would take vast amounts of patience and waiting for a chance to appear with such restrictions on her, but that would be nothing new to a hunter who had stalked prey before. But for now, she would be that perfect little schoolgirl they wanted to turn her into.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Fox form

Male form

Female form

Full Name Byeondeog Fake Name Amon Amrath Nickname(s) Abomantion unto the gods, walking blasphmey, etc. etc. Gender N/A Age 1024, looks to be 19-25 (first 1000 years were spent as a feral fox) Year 1st Birthday March 31 Astrological Sign Ares Species Nine tailed (G/K)umiho, a slightly spiritually vampiric many tailed fox race, normally eating the hearts and livers of sentient creatures to increase and maintain their power, although the organs of non-intelligent creatures give only about a tenth of the energy. They are inherently a possessive race when it comes to information about themselves, and rarely even give out their names, often making up completely false l backgrounds even when unnecessary. All kumihos start as feral foxes, gaining longevity after having eaten the heart and liver of a sentient race, and gaining sentience and magical ability after living a thousand years. Class Enchanter, a shapeshifter with the ability to muddle the minds of Amon's targets, able to induce feelings of familiarity, kinship, lust, and fear among others, although can be fairly easy to resist if they are aware that it is occurring, and often breaks when Amon is suddenly surprised. Weapon Fox orb- object which houses all a kumiho's stolen energy, must be available to channel spells more complex than cantrips. Can be controlled with a telekinesis limited to the orb up to about 7 foot radius away, and makes a fairly adequate bludgeoning tool. All of Amon's mana is stored in this orb, often holding about a week's worth of mana, which she uses in rations every day, recharging when she feeds. Normally this store is accessible to Amon alone, however it is possible for her to open this flow to others should she be willing to share. The recipient must be touching the orb to gain the mana, and once it is open they are free to take as much mana as they wish, which leaves the possibility of amon being totally drained and reverting to her primal state. If forced into fighting physically, Amon will shift into her Fox form, preferring to attack with fang and claw. World Lucis Short Biography Kumihos, as a naturally antagonistic species, are often hunted down early in their lives when located, and as such are a dwindling occurrence. In such conditions, Amon was hard pressed to find a kumiho's preferred food choice, namely the hearts and livers of a sentient race, the signs of kumihos well known by now in Lucis, and would be soon chased from villages and towns after two or three meals. As sources of meals became more and more scarce, Amon heard there was indeed a completely new world even that would be ripe of unsuspecting meals. She found transportation easily enough after killing and taking the guise of a passenger scheduled to go to earth to start business talks, the death realized only after he failed to arrive at the meetings. Amon began cautiously feeding in the new world, a body in one town, a few homeless go missing in another, but soon became arrogant after no seeming retaliation, and soon began feeding with a passion. Soon she had been penned as the new Jack the Ripper, with bodies piling up with missing only their hearts and livers. Unbeknownst to Amon, a task force was put together to apprehend her, using undercover police as bait, and soon captured Amon. Unfortunately, due to her obviously being from Lucis, they were forced to alert the authorities on that side of the veil as to what had been captured. Amon happened to be the first kumiho to be captured in centuries due to most being killed when caught in Lucis. As such the academy saw what was a chance to, while under heavy restrictions, to see if it may be possible to tame such a species known only so far for leaving a trail of mauled bodies, and thus Amon, under the only offer of execution, has agreed to wear a leash, though is looking for a chance to break free. For a leash, no matter how long the chain, is simply an open air prison. Personality Amon is very confident, very rarely second guessing a decision. Will make all attempts to make "friends" in a new setting, well aware of the use such allies can be when things go south, but same as a Fox will chew off a leg that's been trapped, Amon will always cast aside what is needed for survival. Hates to give anything away for free, and is very possessive and protective of anything she has. This can extend to allies or "friends", which some interpret as loyalty, a notion she does nothing to dissuade. Partner Have a few characters in mind, but I'll wait to see how it plays out. Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) Extreme fear of dogs, gets tense when the same room and will immediately try to leave, and can be reduced to a panicking mess if unable to get away. Has a limited supply of energy for magic off campus, up to a week of casting as an average caster, and each use there after without replenishment giving up some sentience and becoming more like a feral fox, and if denied a source of will revert to being stuck in fox form. If the Fox orb is taken away, energy steadily ekes out, reducing the time to two days, one if using magic. Must have Fox orb out to use magic stronger than cantrips Strange Attributes/Abilities/Traits Is able to shape shift at will between Amon's default forms, as well as take on the form of others Amon has studied fairly well, although there is usually a trait that gives Amon away,either the ears or a tail staying. Tends to think like a predator, making Amon well versed in chasing down a fleeing target, aided by enhanced hearing and scent. Has a small affinity for fire spells, due more to Amon's species then actual practice, though with a little effort who knows what may come of it. At the moment her range is severely limited to shooting embers at nearby targets, and with little control of the fire afterwards. One exception being she can set her orb ablaze, although this drains mana rather quickly due to a lack of control. Another useful trick used when often glossing persuerers is to release a bright flash to blinding those nearby. She learned it after trying to imitate fireworks she had seen before, though often comes away with a few burns after using it. As a condition of Amon's release from execution, she has been shackled with an enchanted collar with a powerful slumber spell, made to knock out Amon should any predatory acts be attempted outside of missions, training, and classes, as well as a tracking spell the schools security can follow if she attempts to escape Can choose to gain the memories and mannerisms of those whose hearts and livers she eats, allowing her to better blend in when shapeshifted as them. Her mind magic is often a subtle act working best on those not expecting it at all, with a mix of pheromone release and mind manipulation, Amon inserts herself in the place of memories someone has strong feelings for, the person being chosen to fit the type of emotion she's going for. It takes a minimal effort of mana if the victim was caught unawares, but uncharacteristic acts can break the spell. However Amon can force her will on the other person, exerting more mana allowing her to override a person's ideas, when the pheromones trigger the appropriate responses. This will place her in a battle of wills though, determined by the other persons ability to see through the ruse. Is very agile and flexible, able to dislocate joints and such to squeeze through and out of things that may restrain her. She also has excellent balance, almost impossible to knock of her center of gravity due to having nine appendages ready to equilibrilize her center of gravity. Having been chased for most of her life after outstaying her welcome, Amon has become fairly adept at hiding, wether it be in shadows or in plain sight, easily making herself just another face in the crowd, and having the patience and willpower to stay cramped, uncomfortable, and still for hours on end. Other Can only eat meats. She can stand spices and very small portions of vegetables, but will grow sick if forced to eat them regularly. While she can survive on the hearts and livers of animals, it's a lot like being hooked up on an IV,it gives her what she needs but does not stop the cravings One of the first thing Amon saw when she became a completed kumiho was a fireworks show, and has been fascinated with the festive explosions ever since.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Hopefully I'll know before then if my cs is ready so I can throw up a intro post.