FoxyLady
02-03-07, 10:03 PM
Name: Vivian Hope Foxworthy
Age: 20
Sex: female
Race: Fox
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 125lbs
Hair color: black
Eye color: light blue
Occupation: Professional thief
Appearance: Her fur is reddish orange in color, with the exception of her feet and hands (which are black) and her muzzle, throat and front of her torso (which are all creamy white). Her eyes are a light blue, but no longer smile. They are cold, though not with the coldness of a killer. Her eyes are cold with the coldness of one who has lost everything she ever had and had no hope of getting it back. She wears tight black linen pants with a snug white, short sleeve shirt with a low neckline to show off her impressive bosom. Over the shirt, she wears a black leather jacket, usually worn open. On her feet she wears ordinary leather shoes. Her hair reaches to her waist and is usually held back in a ponytail, or wrapped up in a bun so it will stay out of her way when she’s working.
Personality: She is distrustful, having led a hard life since she was a small child. Once that trust is gained though, she will stick by you till the end or you prove yourself untrustworthy. She had very particular views about how men should treat women and children and on thievery, even though she’s a thief herself.
Weapons: 4 5" steel knives. Hidden on her person.
Skills/Abilities:
Knife fighting - average skill, she can take good care of herself against someone of equal size and ability, but would be easily bested
History: Vivian was born to her parents in the summertime and they lived happily in a small, well hidden village in the Coronian Woods. Contact with humans was not forbidden, however most of the villagers never left the village. Her parents did not have the same prohibitions about visiting humans and frequently made trips to Underwood, which was only a few miles away.
On one afternoon, just two weeks after her fourth birthday, her parents made another trip to Underwood, this time taking her with them. Her father had some kind of business matter to attend to there, but this time wanted to make it a family outing as well. On their way back home the following day, they were followed and at about the halfway point between Underwood and their tiny village, these followers attacked. No one knows why they were attacked, only that the attackers killed both Mr. and Mrs. Foxworthy. The little girl, who had clutched her dolly to her chest and stayed hidden in the bush her mother shoved her into, they left alone. Afterwards, Vivian shook her mother’s and father’s corpses, crying brokenly for them to wake up, unaware that they would not wake up. Eventually, someone else came by and took her away after arranging for something to be done with the bodies, but the other foxes of her home would have nothing to do with her. They were convinced that the attack had happened because of the fact that their friends had gotten too involved with human affairs. They had no desire to take in the orphan for fear that it would bring bad luck upon themselves.
Vivian lived on the street from then on. Her only possessions being her dolly, the clothes she wore, and what little food she could steal. As she grew older, she became more adept at her thievery and was soon one of the best. However, she still refused to steal more than she absolutely needed to. One afternoon, when she was 19 years old, she opted to try to steal the wallet of a handsome Arctic Fox, by name of Zopa. She knew the name, had heard of his fighting arena he called The Pit. She even knew of several others who had gone to fight in it. What interested her though, was that he was rich and she needed cash. Unfortunately, he caught her red-handed, but instead of turning her in, saw the potential he could ring out of her and took her back to the Pit with him where he taught her knife fighting and encouraged her to better her thievery skills.
About a year later, she found she needed a great deal of money so she could get a place of her own to live. Zopa gladly loaned her the money, but at a very high interest rate. So far, due to her limited income, that few hundred gold, had grown into 500,000 gold over the last year and half. She now spends her days watching or fighting in the arena, and her nights trying to steal enough goods to be able to pay the loanshark off. She is determined that one day, she’ll have the debt paid and she can get a normal life in which she doesn’t have to steal in order to eat.
Age: 20
Sex: female
Race: Fox
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 125lbs
Hair color: black
Eye color: light blue
Occupation: Professional thief
Appearance: Her fur is reddish orange in color, with the exception of her feet and hands (which are black) and her muzzle, throat and front of her torso (which are all creamy white). Her eyes are a light blue, but no longer smile. They are cold, though not with the coldness of a killer. Her eyes are cold with the coldness of one who has lost everything she ever had and had no hope of getting it back. She wears tight black linen pants with a snug white, short sleeve shirt with a low neckline to show off her impressive bosom. Over the shirt, she wears a black leather jacket, usually worn open. On her feet she wears ordinary leather shoes. Her hair reaches to her waist and is usually held back in a ponytail, or wrapped up in a bun so it will stay out of her way when she’s working.
Personality: She is distrustful, having led a hard life since she was a small child. Once that trust is gained though, she will stick by you till the end or you prove yourself untrustworthy. She had very particular views about how men should treat women and children and on thievery, even though she’s a thief herself.
Weapons: 4 5" steel knives. Hidden on her person.
Skills/Abilities:
Knife fighting - average skill, she can take good care of herself against someone of equal size and ability, but would be easily bested
History: Vivian was born to her parents in the summertime and they lived happily in a small, well hidden village in the Coronian Woods. Contact with humans was not forbidden, however most of the villagers never left the village. Her parents did not have the same prohibitions about visiting humans and frequently made trips to Underwood, which was only a few miles away.
On one afternoon, just two weeks after her fourth birthday, her parents made another trip to Underwood, this time taking her with them. Her father had some kind of business matter to attend to there, but this time wanted to make it a family outing as well. On their way back home the following day, they were followed and at about the halfway point between Underwood and their tiny village, these followers attacked. No one knows why they were attacked, only that the attackers killed both Mr. and Mrs. Foxworthy. The little girl, who had clutched her dolly to her chest and stayed hidden in the bush her mother shoved her into, they left alone. Afterwards, Vivian shook her mother’s and father’s corpses, crying brokenly for them to wake up, unaware that they would not wake up. Eventually, someone else came by and took her away after arranging for something to be done with the bodies, but the other foxes of her home would have nothing to do with her. They were convinced that the attack had happened because of the fact that their friends had gotten too involved with human affairs. They had no desire to take in the orphan for fear that it would bring bad luck upon themselves.
Vivian lived on the street from then on. Her only possessions being her dolly, the clothes she wore, and what little food she could steal. As she grew older, she became more adept at her thievery and was soon one of the best. However, she still refused to steal more than she absolutely needed to. One afternoon, when she was 19 years old, she opted to try to steal the wallet of a handsome Arctic Fox, by name of Zopa. She knew the name, had heard of his fighting arena he called The Pit. She even knew of several others who had gone to fight in it. What interested her though, was that he was rich and she needed cash. Unfortunately, he caught her red-handed, but instead of turning her in, saw the potential he could ring out of her and took her back to the Pit with him where he taught her knife fighting and encouraged her to better her thievery skills.
About a year later, she found she needed a great deal of money so she could get a place of her own to live. Zopa gladly loaned her the money, but at a very high interest rate. So far, due to her limited income, that few hundred gold, had grown into 500,000 gold over the last year and half. She now spends her days watching or fighting in the arena, and her nights trying to steal enough goods to be able to pay the loanshark off. She is determined that one day, she’ll have the debt paid and she can get a normal life in which she doesn’t have to steal in order to eat.