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Miche
Miche
Played by | Height | ||
Created | Nov9/09 08:09:21 | Weight | 9 lbs. |
Modified | Nov9/09 08:09:21 | Eyes | Midnight Blue |
Birthday | Feb11/93 | Hair | Black |
Age | 31 | Nationality | American |
Western Zodiac | aquarius | Species | Cross Fox |
Sex | female | Fur Colour(s) | Coal Black (mostly) and White (Cross) |
Gender | female | Fur Pattern | Coal black with a white cross down her back. |
Orientation | Bicurious | Fur Texture | Silky soft, usually smelling of Violets |
Views | 283 | Votes | 0 |
History
Name: Miche Age: 16 Species: Cross Fox Gender: Female Sexuality: Bicurious Political Affiliation: None Organization Affiliation: None Nationality: American Ethnicity: South Alaska Occupation: Pet. Yes,pet. Just... shush.... Languages: English Appearance: Miche is just a little bit smaller than her brother, Niche. An unnoticeable amount, really,since her fur covers her litheness. So like him, she looks just like your average run of the mill feral fox, except for the white cross across her back. Something about her birth date, though she didn't really pay attention to the stories. Her eyes are midnight blue, like her brother, though do have small shades of black along the very edges of her iris. Her pupils are almost always slanted vertically unless it's raining, in which case they go wide and return to the normal look of an eye. Being a pet, she has a leather collar buckled around her neck with a shining silver tag hanging from it. On the back is her owners' name and address, and on the front, much to her dismay, is the name her owners gave her: Fluffles. Personality: Miche loves to be cuddled up to a warm body. She likes warmth in general. And sometimes a good conversation. Mostly warmth though. Because of this, she can be really quite friendly and very easy going. She's also willing to "suffer" through pettings for that warmth, so if you get the urge to scratch behind her ear or run your hand down her back, or maybe even scratch around the collar, where she finds the most irritation, she won't bite. She can be a bit of a flirt, though she's more often the one pulling her brother back from getting his own flirtatious ways into all sorts of trouble. Just please please don't call her by the name her owners gave her. It makes her twitch, even when her owners use it, and is a sure-fire way to shorten her temper significantly. So far only her brother's able to get away with calling her Fluffles, and even then she always tries to tackle him for it. Background Information: She had been a free feral fox most of her life. It wasn't until she was 15, when she dozed off in a patch of sun, that she was caught, shot (stupid vets with their needles and their cold hands!), and collared. It was a few months that felt like years before her brother found her, and a few months after that before her owners trusted her enough to be let outside and not run away. Of course, she still runs to the Tavern, but never long enough for them to get suspicious. It helps that they're gone for weeks on end, though she still needs to make an appearance for the neighborhood kid they pay to check in on her and feed and water and brush her every afternoon. Relationships: Niche- her brother, who she loves dearly, but will probably kill one of these days for calling her Fluffles one too many times. Or at least maim. It has yet to be decided. Weapons: Teeth, Claws, slight Telepathic abilities Equipment: Stupid itchy collar, food and water bowls, and one of those dog beds. Hey, it's comfortable. Properties: The house her owners live in. More specifically, the cushioned windowseat in the parlor that gets the best sunlight, and in front of any fireplaces *nods sagely* Vehicles:Her own four feet, so nyah! |
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