Post by Loki on Aug 4, 2021 18:39:10 GMT -8
Name: Loki Fox
Species: Kitsune [¾Beastman (dominant) / ¼Demon]
Age: Late-twenties
Gender: Male
Skills & Statistics
Fighting: 25
Energy Control: 40
Reflexes: 50
Resilience: 25
Power Level: 10,151
Accuracy: 1d100+(25)+(5) / 1d100+(40)+(5)
Defense: 50+50
HP: 75-20
KI: 100
DR: -0
Class: Conqueror (0)
Class Features: Adaptable, Final Word
Racial Trait: Student of a Thousand Arts
Effort Points: 5,412
Zeni: 51,000i
Mastery Points: 1
Reputation: 1
Appearance:
An anthropomorphic fox with a toned build and a less-than-ideal stature; a trait ostensibly commonplace for his race. He wears a brownish-gold hued hide with his face, paws, palms and the bottoms of his feet sporting a complementing sandy colour. With large ears, a bushy tail at his backside and an ovalish face, Loki wields a staggering degree of external cunning unwillingly and as a result of his demonic ancestry, his juvenility is something that will not fade easily.
Personality:
Loki has an encompassing air of frivolousness, one he doubtlessly utilizes as a coping mechanism for various stresses. It ties into both his nature and sense of humour, seemingly, and easily is he able to more often than not ruin what would otherwise being a very tense and dramatic situation - though, quite easily can a tense air persist in truly dire circumstances. Loki can be a self-serving individual who was taught to be so, but he does seek some level of reform. He wields intelligence, a strategic mind and what he likes to think of as a razor-sharp wit to go along with it. A shoddy immorality fueled his prior thieving habits and other often illegal activities for monetary gain. As an ambivert, he does not exist solely outside of himself nor does he retreat into the recesses of himself in excess; a balance of both gives him a subtly appreciated groundedness.
Loki is a gruff individual. He can be uncouth, loud, and obnoxious. However, he is no fool. He is mindful and steps cautiously when aware of formidable threats within his vicinity. He proves quite untrusting. He is most definitely self-reformative, attempting to catch himself before descending into a moody, rude onslaught. He is selective, meaning he cares a lot more about those he actually likes, of course, than those he does not or does not know. Towards them, he can be so dismissive that he simply appears heartless. While seeming unaffected by criticism, he can be sensitive to it. It may not seem like he is listening, but he is and more often than not, the fact is anything but inconspicuous. He holds a disgruntled expression for if he doesn’t, he looks adorable and younger than he would like to look. He doesn’t like it when others comment on such or his lacking stature.
Loki is a gruff individual. He can be uncouth, loud, and obnoxious. However, he is no fool. He is mindful and steps cautiously when aware of formidable threats within his vicinity. He proves quite untrusting. He is most definitely self-reformative, attempting to catch himself before descending into a moody, rude onslaught. He is selective, meaning he cares a lot more about those he actually likes, of course, than those he does not or does not know. Towards them, he can be so dismissive that he simply appears heartless. While seeming unaffected by criticism, he can be sensitive to it. It may not seem like he is listening, but he is and more often than not, the fact is anything but inconspicuous. He holds a disgruntled expression for if he doesn’t, he looks adorable and younger than he would like to look. He doesn’t like it when others comment on such or his lacking stature.
History:
A small-to-moderate-sized refuge long-since forgotten and seemingly hidden away somewhere within the great expanse lies a populace composed entirely of a certain sect of beastkin; humanoid foxes. Within, there once lived a pair of beastkin, street rats in a manner of speaking, who grew to love one another. They ended up fleeing their hometown, victims of long-standing tradition and ritual for, seemingly, every so often one of their kin was born that was not quite like the others. They were told that the child they were soon to bear was fated to be one of these beings. What exactly are these beings?
The town’s own ancient tongue crafts mythology and legends alike. Stories speak of more than dragons roaming the realms. Gnomes, fairies, phoenixes, or in the case of this story, nine-tailed foxes; ageless, seemingly magical creatures of immense power and cunning able to even take upon a human guise and walk amongst them as well as turn illusion into reality. Their strides were said to be fuelled by merciless malevolence for destruction and tragedy was forever found within its wake. Their astrology, the “stars” foretold their son being such a thing. In actuality, this sect of beastkin have perfected the art of foretelling the timing of when those that show the results of their ancestors’ interspecific breeding will be born. The time was brief in the grand scheme of things, but for a time, inhabitants of these glorified slums, this makeshift village mingled with demons before the demonic presence left, retreating to their preferred part of the world. Unfortunately, these ‘special foxes’ were under obligation to eventually lead this archaic village; but the pair wanted nothing to do with such a thing.
They were not beyond violently opposing those who wished to assert their wills onto others. They saw it as nothing more than the theft of their to-be son’s very freedom. So, they fled and ventured towards larger, more modern cities to reside in. They birthed a bastard child, a boy predictably. Then, like the receding waters of a flushed toilet, their love was gone. The contrast between their opinions and perceptions grew and grew until they could no longer stand one another. She left the father and son and the former became very bitter because of it.
The father taught his son everything he knew. He taught him the art of pickpocketing, lock picking, thievery, agility and evasiveness to employ in combat situations and told him that if there was something he ever wanted, to simply take it. A little thief was in the making. Sometime amidst his adolescence, he was no longer welcome to assist in his father’s misdeeds. It was time he performed his own in order to fend for himself. He did just that. His deeds were of low risk and low reward. It was how he remained unknown - except one venture. When a famed, incredibly rare object was announced to appear at an underground auction, many parties became interested in attending it while others were simply interested in claiming it and the rest of the items to be auctioned through a five-finger discount.
Those interested in performing such a high-risk operation were few enough to form a team to do so and included Loki. After word of the object’s properties were released, only Loki maintained an interest in claiming that item. The promise of the potential riches he could acquire from selling it on the black market was too much to pass up. His acrobatics and intuitive abilities were crucial for leading his accomplices past the loot’s security. It was a shame the authorities had anticipated such and it took everything he had to escape. His instincts brought forth his latent abilities and the fright of being apprehended drew him into deep thought in the days to follow. After all of that, Loki sought reform. It was the safest route to embark upon despite his inability to place his heart into such a pursuit.
The town’s own ancient tongue crafts mythology and legends alike. Stories speak of more than dragons roaming the realms. Gnomes, fairies, phoenixes, or in the case of this story, nine-tailed foxes; ageless, seemingly magical creatures of immense power and cunning able to even take upon a human guise and walk amongst them as well as turn illusion into reality. Their strides were said to be fuelled by merciless malevolence for destruction and tragedy was forever found within its wake. Their astrology, the “stars” foretold their son being such a thing. In actuality, this sect of beastkin have perfected the art of foretelling the timing of when those that show the results of their ancestors’ interspecific breeding will be born. The time was brief in the grand scheme of things, but for a time, inhabitants of these glorified slums, this makeshift village mingled with demons before the demonic presence left, retreating to their preferred part of the world. Unfortunately, these ‘special foxes’ were under obligation to eventually lead this archaic village; but the pair wanted nothing to do with such a thing.
They were not beyond violently opposing those who wished to assert their wills onto others. They saw it as nothing more than the theft of their to-be son’s very freedom. So, they fled and ventured towards larger, more modern cities to reside in. They birthed a bastard child, a boy predictably. Then, like the receding waters of a flushed toilet, their love was gone. The contrast between their opinions and perceptions grew and grew until they could no longer stand one another. She left the father and son and the former became very bitter because of it.
The father taught his son everything he knew. He taught him the art of pickpocketing, lock picking, thievery, agility and evasiveness to employ in combat situations and told him that if there was something he ever wanted, to simply take it. A little thief was in the making. Sometime amidst his adolescence, he was no longer welcome to assist in his father’s misdeeds. It was time he performed his own in order to fend for himself. He did just that. His deeds were of low risk and low reward. It was how he remained unknown - except one venture. When a famed, incredibly rare object was announced to appear at an underground auction, many parties became interested in attending it while others were simply interested in claiming it and the rest of the items to be auctioned through a five-finger discount.
Those interested in performing such a high-risk operation were few enough to form a team to do so and included Loki. After word of the object’s properties were released, only Loki maintained an interest in claiming that item. The promise of the potential riches he could acquire from selling it on the black market was too much to pass up. His acrobatics and intuitive abilities were crucial for leading his accomplices past the loot’s security. It was a shame the authorities had anticipated such and it took everything he had to escape. His instincts brought forth his latent abilities and the fright of being apprehended drew him into deep thought in the days to follow. After all of that, Loki sought reform. It was the safest route to embark upon despite his inability to place his heart into such a pursuit.
RP Sample:
“What was his name again? Kosen?”
The question was posed to himself. The words ostensibly required him to nigh force them out, some couplings finding themselves punctuated, albeit hushed, between laboured breaths. He allowed his slackened paces, complete with subtle limp, to draw him to a halt. He arched his back and took in a large breath large enough, he hoped, to regain the lost few he struggled to reclaim. At that point, he questioned his decision to request a spar from a stranger randomly; and a powerful one at that.
“Welp, nothing spilling into my bed for a few months can’t fix,” the stature-challenged fox-man stated towards nobody in particular. A few hearty grunts followed as he forced himself to revive his paces. It was not long before his arrival at the glass door of an ‘affordable’ apartment. After a weary opening of the first door, he stepped into the small dinning-room-sized lobby. He had to stretch to reach high at the keyhole to the second door. “Stupid, high-ass key holes…” he muttered as it finally went in. With a quick turn and a pull, it opened. A small hop and he seized the key once more, landing with a pained wince, a reminder as to the encounter he’d just had prior.
Eventually ascending the three flights of stairs awaiting him and successfully toppling the opening of his own apartment door challenge, he made his way to a lazily-made bed, the mattress simply laid out on the floor, and collapsed face first into what measly comfort it could provide. Most of the relief came from his simple ceasing of any large movements. He’d already delt with whatever wounds would leave a mess behind before venturing home, so he was free to just lay there as if having just succumbed to death itself.
And then he felt a hard slap right across his rear.
With a yelp, crazed in a moment souced with confusion, Loki leapt up and looked all about his surroundings.
“Well, that was an embarrassing fight, hm?” These words were not Loki’s own. His eyes darted immediately to their source and with his balled fist quivering just beyond his face, he shouted.
“What’s the big ide-- who are you? What the hell are you doing in my apartment!?” A thumping sounded from one of his walls. An irritated neighbour was the likely cause. He glanced towards the direction of the sounding and shrunk down slightly. As he returned his attention towards the intruder, he annoyingly had one extended index finger pressed against his mouth. It was then did he actually make note of the stranger’s appearance. He was a beastman like him, but taller. He looked like a fox, similar to Loki. His pelt was red and his face enterally locked into an expression that could not be any more sly.
“Wait… you’re from the village, aren’t you…”
“Yes, I am,” said the stranger in a calm, pleasant voice that he made sure to keep at an acceptable volume for his stolen surroundings. “And from what I saw, you have no idea how to use your tails - if you’re even able to, that is.” He finished his patronizing statement with what Loki could only submise to be a wink attempting to diffuse the hostility he seemed to be actively evoking. There was something obnoxious about it mostly because Loki had no idea what he was talking about and the worst of it was, this intruder continued to stand there as if wasn’t intruding.
“I… get the feeling you ain’t gonna leave until you say yer peace, so…” Loki said as he gestured for the beastman to continue.
“Oh! Very intuitive of you.”
“Yeah, don’t push it, buddy… and you clearly know what I am. So, what’s with all the confidence?”
As if to answer his question and with an audible swish as if a gust of wind passed them by, eight fiery-red tails erupted from behind him to accompany his once lone one. Loki’s eyes widened at the abruptness of their appearance and remained thusly as he contemplated their meaning.
“You don’t think you’re the only nine-tailed, do you?”
Loki had no immediate response ready. The resulting flood of ki that escaped him forced him into a silent lull. Frozen in place as his instincts flared, he watched for what the stranger would do. Nothing, as the tails were sucked back into his form in one swift motion.
“Well, that’s enough for now. When you thaw out, give me a ring, would you?” His form caught fire and evansced into the very air itself. Left within his wake was a sheet of paper. An eerie silence ensued. Its conclusion was marked by the gentle, tender footfalls of Loki as he approached the torn piece of paper seemingly left for him. Settling into a squat, he plucked it from the apartment’s carpeted floor.
“I’ll teach you things, signed a lonely nine-tailed fox…” he read allowed in a hush. “Well, that kind of explains why someone would wanna teach somebody anything for free… Not that much company out there for us unless we’re in the place’s driver’s seat…”
The question was posed to himself. The words ostensibly required him to nigh force them out, some couplings finding themselves punctuated, albeit hushed, between laboured breaths. He allowed his slackened paces, complete with subtle limp, to draw him to a halt. He arched his back and took in a large breath large enough, he hoped, to regain the lost few he struggled to reclaim. At that point, he questioned his decision to request a spar from a stranger randomly; and a powerful one at that.
“Welp, nothing spilling into my bed for a few months can’t fix,” the stature-challenged fox-man stated towards nobody in particular. A few hearty grunts followed as he forced himself to revive his paces. It was not long before his arrival at the glass door of an ‘affordable’ apartment. After a weary opening of the first door, he stepped into the small dinning-room-sized lobby. He had to stretch to reach high at the keyhole to the second door. “Stupid, high-ass key holes…” he muttered as it finally went in. With a quick turn and a pull, it opened. A small hop and he seized the key once more, landing with a pained wince, a reminder as to the encounter he’d just had prior.
Eventually ascending the three flights of stairs awaiting him and successfully toppling the opening of his own apartment door challenge, he made his way to a lazily-made bed, the mattress simply laid out on the floor, and collapsed face first into what measly comfort it could provide. Most of the relief came from his simple ceasing of any large movements. He’d already delt with whatever wounds would leave a mess behind before venturing home, so he was free to just lay there as if having just succumbed to death itself.
And then he felt a hard slap right across his rear.
With a yelp, crazed in a moment souced with confusion, Loki leapt up and looked all about his surroundings.
“Well, that was an embarrassing fight, hm?” These words were not Loki’s own. His eyes darted immediately to their source and with his balled fist quivering just beyond his face, he shouted.
“What’s the big ide-- who are you? What the hell are you doing in my apartment!?” A thumping sounded from one of his walls. An irritated neighbour was the likely cause. He glanced towards the direction of the sounding and shrunk down slightly. As he returned his attention towards the intruder, he annoyingly had one extended index finger pressed against his mouth. It was then did he actually make note of the stranger’s appearance. He was a beastman like him, but taller. He looked like a fox, similar to Loki. His pelt was red and his face enterally locked into an expression that could not be any more sly.
“Wait… you’re from the village, aren’t you…”
“Yes, I am,” said the stranger in a calm, pleasant voice that he made sure to keep at an acceptable volume for his stolen surroundings. “And from what I saw, you have no idea how to use your tails - if you’re even able to, that is.” He finished his patronizing statement with what Loki could only submise to be a wink attempting to diffuse the hostility he seemed to be actively evoking. There was something obnoxious about it mostly because Loki had no idea what he was talking about and the worst of it was, this intruder continued to stand there as if wasn’t intruding.
“I… get the feeling you ain’t gonna leave until you say yer peace, so…” Loki said as he gestured for the beastman to continue.
“Oh! Very intuitive of you.”
“Yeah, don’t push it, buddy… and you clearly know what I am. So, what’s with all the confidence?”
As if to answer his question and with an audible swish as if a gust of wind passed them by, eight fiery-red tails erupted from behind him to accompany his once lone one. Loki’s eyes widened at the abruptness of their appearance and remained thusly as he contemplated their meaning.
“You don’t think you’re the only nine-tailed, do you?”
Loki had no immediate response ready. The resulting flood of ki that escaped him forced him into a silent lull. Frozen in place as his instincts flared, he watched for what the stranger would do. Nothing, as the tails were sucked back into his form in one swift motion.
“Well, that’s enough for now. When you thaw out, give me a ring, would you?” His form caught fire and evansced into the very air itself. Left within his wake was a sheet of paper. An eerie silence ensued. Its conclusion was marked by the gentle, tender footfalls of Loki as he approached the torn piece of paper seemingly left for him. Settling into a squat, he plucked it from the apartment’s carpeted floor.
“I’ll teach you things, signed a lonely nine-tailed fox…” he read allowed in a hush. “Well, that kind of explains why someone would wanna teach somebody anything for free… Not that much company out there for us unless we’re in the place’s driver’s seat…”
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