APPEARANCE

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Summary: Massive black, grey, and gold reynard with copper eyes

Purchases: N/A

Strengths: Fighting, Hunting, Running, Stealth

Weaknesses: Fishing, Agility, Jumping

In Depth: There is nothing pure about the appearance of this reynard. The bloodline of his father, which had remained untainted for decades, has been stained with his mixed blood, foreign influences showing clearly in his character. His body is thick, covered with pound upon pound of muscle and strength that he manages to command so effortlessly. Athletic in nature and build, the thick coat which cloaks his body provides a lie to beholders, indicating a bulk and fat which he lacks. But the illusion of his build does not equate to any ungainliness on his part and he carries himself like a prince charming, proud, dignified, but not uncaring in the slightest. His head may always be raised tall and his tail may attempt to curl over the end of his back but there is a softness in his gaze, one that can only belong to someone who has attained a certain level of self-respect that has not yet divulged into narcissism.

His head, like his body, is broad and thick, and it tapers elegantly into a powerful muzzle which is lined by a set of tightly-hung jowls. His skin is pigmented black, either blending in or lending to a stunning contrast to the either dark, peppered or bold colours that cover his coat. His lips, nose and eyes are all surrounded with a jet black skin, which, while subtle on the lower regions of his face, becomes much more prominent around his dark amber gaze, accentuating his eyes with an almost ominous and stoic appearance during times where his expression is neutral.

Just like his bloodline, Owl's fur has been tainted. Its ebony base appears more grey than black, a fact that can be attributed to the legion of gold and silvery streaks that fleck across his body. A collection of much larger golden streaks have gathered alongside his shoulders and extremities, covering his ears, neck, hind legs and even tail. The gradience of these streaks varies depending on their location, in some places they are bold while in others, they appear to mix in with the ebony and silver of his peppered fur.

Owl carries the appearance of a reynard who has been built for war in his natural appearance. His ears are tall spires that crown his head, demonic horns that hear the world keenly. His tail is long and thick, leaving a long plume which's elegance betrays his rugged character. His body is covered with scars, the sources of many aches and sores that continue to haunt him, however, they are largely masked by his thick coat.

PERSONALITY

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Positive Traits: Calm, Curious, Protective, Intelligent, Fatherly
Negative Traits: Aloof, Stern, Mistrusting, Cynical, Draconian
Likes: His freedom, play fighting, getting to learn about the wild and his clan, kits, hunting
Dislikes: Being confined, aggressiveness, humans, dogs, reminders that he is an outsider

In Depth: For years he was tried and tested and for years he bested each trial that was set before him. Scar after scar has been embedded in his skin, stinging reminders of the roots that anchor him to his past. He has found a peace now within Fieldclan, one where he can sleep feeling safe and defended by his legion of clanmates. He is determined to defend this peace and to protect his gang no matter what trials arise in its future.

The days where he would answer confrontations with teeth and claws have long since passed, and while he is not afraid to bare his fangs, a strange sense of stillness has now overcome this seasoned soul. His size does not equate to aggression levels in the slightest, and he is a male with calm intentions, a calmness that is often demonstrated through an aloof expression where surprise or anger rarely linger.

His time in captivity has left him curious towards the world and all of its mysteries and treasures, he has seen much but is still blind to even more. He loves to explore his surroundings and ask about the culture of the clans. In a strange show of purity, he can often be found listening to the stories of the elders, and he tends to them often, always willing to change their bedding or to clean their coats when various items get caught. Though one should never mistake his curiousness as stupidity, for he is far from being stupid indeed. Owl possesses a sharp, sound mind, he picks things up easily and has a natural inclination towards learning, soaking up the knowledge he receives.

A stern and often draconian male, while he maintains an aloof and composed exterior and mind, he is certainly not afraid to be assertive with his language. If he sees something he does not think is right he is far from being passive when dealing with such behaviour.

Owl maintains cynical views towards the world, and is very mistrusting towards those he doesn't know. He has a hard time letting others in, as it's only come back to bite him in one way or another. This trait often goes hand in hand with his protective nature, and he tends to be very defensive of his new family, especially those who have significant importance in his eyes.

HISTORY

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He was not born a wild and free soul. He was not born in Fieldclan. He was not born Owl. Born in a small, overcrowded crate in a litter of five, he was given the name Asag, and his destiny, was to be a companion for the two-legs.

The final culmination of decades of selective breeding, Typhon was truly a fantastic specimen of his species. For a fox, he was a massive individual with the personality of a saint. He was bred to be "domesticated", and he wanted to be as tame as possible, like a dog in that regard. In his eyes, his master was flawless, and he would do anything he could to please him.

The fact of the matter was that Typhon's master, originally a young man with the means to care for a domesticated fox, eventually decided that he had something really special on his hands, and he came up with the idea of selling foxes to whoever was willing to pay for them. He had ill-regard for the selective breeding that had created his masterpiece, after all, he had simply purchased him from a man across the world who had been looking to sell him. A high-regard for the art wasn't necessary anyways, after all, he was the only man in his area offering "domesticated foxes". Eventually, Typhon's master managed to acquire another fox, this one a female from an exotic farm, but she was truly a feral animal in every regard other than origin. Eos, he named her, and she and Typhon were quickly smitten. He was a saint and she was a devil, they were polar opposites, but matched well. Their pairing resulted in a litter, one which their master quickly advertised and sold to many buyers.

Asag's early weeks were spent in bliss and harmony. He played in the carefree manner of pups and he enjoyed life living out of a human's hand. After all, he had his family with him, and in his eyes, that was all that mattered. Family, playing and food. But when he was a few months old, that rose-tinted image was soon shattered when his new owner picked him up and brought him home. This time, his master was an older woman who had developed a bit of a hoarding issue throughout her years, mainly with her frivolous purchase of dogs.

Peacefulness and play were quickly replaced with an "every-man-for-himself" mentality, and Asag had to learn quickly how to survive among the big brutes that were now his "brothers" and "sisters". Food came and went, sleeping spaces were few, and the bathroom situation was absolutely deplorable. For a year he lived in squalor, having to fight for basic life tools and hunt the rats that so frequently populated the space. He had to learn when to be silent around the savage canines, and when to show aggression. Quickly, he adjusted, soon becoming one with the savage-minded dogs, at least until her children came one day, ready to stop her hoarding behaviour.

They rounded up the dogs, but were lost on how to treat the fox. Thinking he was a wild animal who happened to end up in their mother's home, they drove him far away and dumped him near a forest, driving off before he could blink. Adapting to the wild was certainly not a simple feat, but with the survival skills he had gained during his year, he quickly managed to adjust to his new surroundings. Hunting was harder than the rats in the home and finding a space to sleep seemed impossible at times, but he soon learnt the ways of the wild vulpines, and, out of a strange combination of luck and skill, managed to acquire a small stake of land not far away from a twoleg development. It was there that he met her, Romi, his first true friend and eventually, first true love. Another year passed and they were together, now expecting kits. Romi's eventual passing was out of sheer misfortunate rather than any malicious intent. She happened upon a bat one day, limp, but alive on the ground, and attempted to catch it as a way to prove to herself she could still hunt in her condition. She did not notice the foam that leaked from its mouth, and never realized that the curse had been passed to her. A few days after she had eaten the bat, she began to lose herself, becoming aggressive and leaking foam past her ebony lips. Asag did not realize what was the matter, but a human did. She was put down, the curse ended with a bullet.

With Romi's death, Asag eventually wandered, unable to bear staying in their small stake of land. He happened upon a field one day, and was soon confronted by Fieldclan warriors. After a tense discussion, they allowed for him to return with them to their camp, where he met their leader, serving as an apprentice for a brief stint before becoming a warrior in their ranks, and being given the name Owl.

RELATIONSHIPS

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Mother: Eos
Father: Typhon
Siblings: Milan (F), Beretta (F), Priscilla (F), Galatea (F)
Mate: Romi (Deceased) 
Kits: Unborn Litter (Deceased) 
Other: 

Adoptables: N/A