Post by Foxcraft on Jun 8, 2011 21:11:51 GMT
James . Madison . Mulford
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"Who is that man I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don't know?"[/b][/size][/font]
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Codename: Foxcraft
Age: 18
Faction: X-Student
Occupation: Student
Playby: None.
i'm wanting to be free of this hate...
Father: Robert Mulford
Mother: Caroline Mulford, née Cruise
Siblings: Martha "Crystal" Custis Mulford
Other: None
but you're not letting it go....
Likes:
~ Justice
~ Cao Cao, Charles V, Napoleon Bonaparte, Oda Nobunaga, and various other kings and conquerors
~ Being in charge
~ Singing
~ Political and military theory
~ Opera
~ Freedom
~ Talking about his ideas and goals
~ Shakespeare
~ Fantasy
~ Armed martial arts
~ Swords
~ Being a mutant (mostly)
~ Blood
Dislikes:
~ Being confined
~ Democracy and republics
~ Anti-mutant prejudice
~ Having to hide his ideas
~ Being separated from his family
~ That high notes hurt his ears
~ Being unable to eat chocolate
Strengths:[/size]
~ Strong will
~ Extremely intelligent
~ Charismatic
~ Mutant powers
Weaknesses:[/size]
~ Inexperienced and somewhat naive
~ Unable to hide his mutation
~ Overconfident
~ Somewhat impatient
~ Some of his instincts or habits can be a nuisance or a deterrent to people getting close to him
Mutant Power:[/size] As of right now, Foxcraft's "powers" are a simple extension of what he is. He has a very powerful sense of smell, and nearly as good a sense of hearing. He has good low-light vision, and is exceptionally good at detecting movement. He also has superhuman agility, reflexes and balance. As a hybrid, his claws are significantly more durable than a normal foxes -- he can score untempered iron.
At the moment, he is stuck in a hybrid form, half-human and half-fox. Unknown to him, however, he does have the potential to shapeshift, between fully fox and fully human.
Finally, he has a healing factor. It is rather slow, but does insure his eventual, perfect recovery from all injury that does not outright kill him. Exempli gratia: Should he break an arm, it would still take weeks to heal, but it would still heal perfectly without being set or tended. This also makes him immune to viruses, and resistant to chemical and other attempts to change his cellular structure.
Power Limits:[/size] Being an idealized fox does has very few flaws from Foxcraft's point of view. Except, that is, for the barriers it creates between him and those around him. Until he develops the skill to assume a fully human appearance, there's no hiding that he is a mutant and a singularly unhuman one at that. Even to those who accept mutants, his pungent odour can be repellant. And he sometimes has rather rancid breath -- a side effect from sometimes indulging the instinct to eat whatever he finds. Other minor flaws are his sensitivity to high-pitched noises, chocolate poisoning, loss of distance vision and colour blindness.
At the moment he cannot shapeshift, though he hopes he can and analysis by the teachers of the School indicate the potential. However, even once he learns how to become a full fox and a full human, assuming either form will bring limitations. As a fox he will be unable to talk or hold objects, as well as being significantly small and weak (though still more agile and with stronger claws than an average fox). As a human, he would lose his keen senses as they are dependent on his muzzle and vulpine ears.
His healing factor will also put a limit on how easily and how long he can become and remain fully human. His body is always trying to vulpinise itself, and it takes a sustained effort to maintain a human form. He can remain hybrid or fully fox indefinitely.
Personality:[/size][/font] Foxcraft was brought up to believe in moral absolutes, with good and evil clearly defined. He was also brought up to believe in the United States, as a patriot and a supporter of democracy and the rule of law. However, while he still acknowledges the existence of objective morality, he is struggling with what actually falls under which category; this is especially true of concepts like liberty and democracy.
This has created a fierce internal struggle. Rebelling against the dominant mores of his society is not a problem per se; he has always been strong-willed and a tad contrary. However, he has always kept these doubts concealed, which wars against his tendency to be honest, to express himself. First he did so out of love for his father; now because he is afraid that if the X-Men knew how deeply he disagreed with their policies he would be exiled from what he views as his one sanctuary.
Meanwhile, Foxcraft is developing his talents. Fittingly intelligent, he loves studying political theory, philosophy, strategy, history -- anything that involves understanding men and they interact with each other, with power, and authority. His charisma is becoming more apparent as well as he studies rhetoric and drama, and participates in training sessions where he is most comfortable in a leadership role.
Foxcraft is not emotional, in the sense of easily showing his emotions. He is, however, quite sensitive, and capable of great passion when pursuing an idea or objective he cares about. While not the most sympathetic of people, he can form strong attachments and once committed will remain fiercely loyal unless killed or betrayed. On the oher side of the coin, he has a hard time forgiving injury and can becoming very bitter about injustice.
can't you see we are the same?
Eyes:[/size] Gold; originally blue
Hair:[/size] Not applicable for now; originally brown
Physique:[/size] First, a bit about how he looked before his manifestation. James Mulford was a tall, muscular young man, with short, neatly combed brown hair, dark blue eyes, and fading freckles. He had slightly tanned skin, a few unnoticeable scars from childhood scrapes, and calluses on his hands from martial arts practice. His founded was sturdy, and enlivened by a rudimentarily beard and moustache.
Nice, right? But there's no sense crying over spilled milk, as they say, and Foxcraft has all but forgotten what he used to look like. For his mutation transformed him into a fox-human hybrid, which is now and forever be his form, eventually powers of shapeshifting notwithstanding.
As a fox-man, he stands at 6' (not counting his ears), the same height as he was before. However, he lost a fair bit of bone and muscle mass, making him far leaner. His lower legs modified to become digitigrade, and he now only has four toes per foot. Both hands and feet bear semi-retractile claws. His face is a muzzle and his hair, after changing colour, was replaced by fur.
His pelt is a medium shade of orange above, and white below. The end of his tail is also white. His ears are black, as are the stockings/gloves that extend to within a few inches of his knees/elbows; he also has a pair of black, pointed markings midway down his muzzle that point back up towards his eyes. Said eyes are a deep gold on black sclera, with slit pupils.
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this war we're fighting is undecided...
History: [/font] Foxcraft was raised in a conservative household, one that valued the American heritage of law, liberty, and personal responsibility. As a matter of fact, his father was a Lutheran minister, and both of Pastor Mulford's children were expected to live up to the highest standards.
Despite being strict (and the poverty which his small congregation enjoined on him), the Pastor truly loved his family. James' childhood was thus happy, if a bit introverted, a tendency exacerbated by his parents' decision to homeschool him and his sister. When he was twelve, however, his mother had to get a job in order to make ends meet, and they were forced to commence public school.
It took him time to adjust. By the time he started high school, though, he was attuned to his new world. He had friends (and enemies), he was the head of his class, and he was the star pupil of the local kung fu instructor, who for inexplicable reasons had wound up in this remote Pennsylvanian village. He had also begun questioning his father's beliefs, albeit in secret; after being exposed to more liberal ideas at his public schools, he had actually reacted toward an older view of the world.
Through Master Zhou, he was put in touch with Chinese tradition; through his father's dusty collection of classics, with European tradition. Expanding his knowledge via the Internet, he even, during his seventeenth year, considered leaving his natal Lutheranism, although he was not certain whether Catholicism or Chinese practice would be the better path. In the end, he didn't do anything, afraid of wounding his father.
Two weeks after he graduated high school, and one week after turning eighteen, the change occurred. Their town had been untouched by all the excitement surrounding the mutants; however, all the bad press had created strong-anti-mutant prejudice in the area. James and Crystal had discussed with mingled longing and trepidation what they would do if they manifested the x-gene; at eighteen, James thought the possibility had passed. But, it seemed, puberty had one last major change to throw him.
It began with tingling itch all over his body. Over the course of two days, his hair and eyes changed colour, his bones realigned, he lost weight, and grew a tail. Horrified, with strange new impulses demanding attention, he cowered in his room. His family, likewise, were shocked and frightened. There was no question of abandoning their son, but there was no way they could cope with having such an obvious mutant around.
Several days passed. James began coming to terms with his transformation. He realized that not only his current life but his dreams were forever shattered. He had been thinking of a career in politics, aiming eventually to be President, whence he could at least lay the groundwork for the new world he envisioned. That was out of the question now, but a new idea had taken the place. As a mutant, he would have to be much more direct and revolutionary -- but that idea was starting to appeal to him.
He would, however, need somewhere safe to stay. Thus whenever was tremendously grateful the X-Men showed up. They explained the nature of Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters, and invited James to enroll. There was never any question, and the young mutant departed for the Westchester estate.
He has settled in fairly comfortably. Although he forebodes friction between him and his teachers, nothing serious has happened yet. By now he has fully accepted his transformation, taking the name "Foxcraft" and working on controlling his more animalistic instincts while learning to use his heightened abilities.
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[/center]it's time to make a choice
Role-play Example:
Kefka Makes a Stand (FF AU)
A split second after Squall's challenge the bartender dove into the kitchen.
Kefka sighed in irritation. Was a little service too much to ask? He was hungry! It didn't matter to Kefka if the man got caught in the crossfire of those sword-wielding stooges, and it shouldn't matter to him, either! Kefka put his hands on his hips, glowering at the bar.
"Well, I thought you had finally found yourself a girlfriend," he retorted to Sephiroth (and the woman, incidentally). "But I should have known better. What girl would want a man whose hair is longer than hers?"
He had half a mind to go back into the kitchen and demand that they do their job. However, something said by Boltden caught his attention. What's this, now? He turned towards him, cupping a hand to his ear in an exaggerated gesture. "What's that you say, Lightninglance? You are going to revolt against our beloved Judgemaster? Uweheheheheheh!" He rubbed his hands. "Well, I do love a good mutiny. Although ..." He cupped his chin in his hand.
Being brought to this world sapped a lot of my power. I doubt those puppies - meaning Boltden and Squall - count for much, and there's that other new guy as well. And even if we kill Sephiroth, who's to say we won't all wind up as Marks? That's what had happened to the last guy who betrayed Sephiroth. Kefka didn't fancy all Ivalice hunting for him, or a run-in with those mechanical Judges. He had joined Clan Seraph to gain power and influence in this world. Even though that no longer looked like it would work out, what with everybody double-crossing each other, he wasn't ready to throw his big goal aside just for a moment's fun.
"I have come to the conclusion," he announced, "that attacking Sephiroth would be an unforgivable OUTRAGE against Law and Order." He almost choked. "Even if he is a pathetic excuse for a Judgemaster, he is still an official of Her Majesty's government." Of course, if he managed to goad Sephiroth into attacking him nobody could blame him for self-defense, could they? "I therefore implore you in the name of reason to desist from these mad activities!"
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to decide who you really are...
Name: Vulpes (aka Flammifleure)
Location: California
RP Experience: Nearly five years of internet oleplaying.
How You Found Us: Valkyrie, ma soeur, she told me she was a moderator on a site that needed more members, so voila!
