Post by maleperduis on May 29, 2016 16:16:36 GMT
Name: Finn Loctor
Age: 25
Race & Gender: Fox boy
Appearance: Finn has what he considers to be a perfectly foxy physique. Standing just a shade under 6 feet, he gives the appearance of being a little taller because of his thin frame. But he isn't all skin and bones, he has a lean, wirey strength that is displayed in his muscle definition. Arms, shoulders, chest, and even his taut tummy (when it's not being distended by a desperately pressing hand or screaming face) are all tight and toned.
The same is quite possibly true of his legs, but that would be harder for a casual observer to confirm, as they are hidden under a coat of rust-red fur. It's thin and well-groomed, glossy to the touch when stroking in the direction of the bristles, and lightly prickly when stroking against them. Around his ankles, it turns to a darker brown, giving him the classic 'fox socks'. His feet are completely coated too, though otherwise totally human in shape and appearance. Only around his waist has his fur thickened out, especially in the region of his crotch and inner thighs, where he's fluffy enough to give a satyr a run for their money. Consequently, even completely naked he can retain his modesty.
As if to compensate for the excess of fuzziness down below, his arms and torso are quite hairless, nothing but smooth, pale skin. The same is true all the way up to his face, which doesn't look like it's ever needed to be shaved. But here, there are some further vulpine features, starting with that fiendishly foxish smile of his. For anyone on the receiving end of one of his more toothsome grins, it's hard not to notice that among his perfect pearly whites, his fangs are unusually pointy. And, if that recipient also happens to be a pretty lady, she's likely to notice how much they glisten in the light. Rather more prominently, though, from his mop of shaggy hair- which matches his leg-fur in colour- protrude two large fox ears. His nose looks perfectly normal, with only the occasional little flare of his nostrils to hint at its heightened sensitivity.
His final foxy feature is also his proudest- the thick, luxurient tail that extends from just above his bottom to his lower shins. Or, if he raises it up, just far enough that he could tickle the base of his neck with its whispy white tip. Despite its thickness, he is quite dextrous with it, able to swish it fast enough for it to make a soft woosh in the air.
For the convention, he's taken a markedly low-effort approach to the costume, just wearing a cheap fox onesie with a hood to keep his monstrous features covered up. It doesn't have a tail attached, so instead he cut a little hole for his own, which is too wide to hide down one of the legs. It looks remarkably real, but then real fox tails aren't too hard to come by. Around the base is a little loop of wire, which isn't really connected to anything, but which gives the impression there's some rig inside to allow him to puppeteer it, to explain any motion. The only other visible contribution to his costume is a little black notch he drew on the side of his nose with a marker pen. Were he to unzip his onesie any further- it's already open down to his lower chest- it would reveal that he's put the marker to one further use: he's written "Lady Killer" across his tummy.
Personality: Finn's species is a big part of his self-identity. As a fox boy, he would consider it a disservice to himself and to the world if he weren't as sly, manipulative, deceitful, crafty and duplicitous as he can be. He takes full advantage of his powerful sense of smell in doing so, not just to locate people, but also to get a positively unfair level of insight into their emotions. Whether somebody is nervous, aroused, bored, angry, afraid or just plain overwhelmed, it's highly unlikely they will be able to hide it from him, which has given him an extreme advantage in honing his social abilities over the years. Sometimes he doesn't need to say a word: he has perfected a deep, piercing, knowing stare almost guaranteed to make girls shudder.
And making girls shudder is one of his favourite things to do. In his opinion, any fox worth his tail puts his talents and cunning to only the most wicked and mischievous of uses, and there's no form of vulpine villainy quite so sinisterly satisfying as hunting and devouring live, human prey. He loves his victims to be utterly outclassed and outfoxed and for them to know it, so he is a quite mercilessly tease. He taunts and mocks, holds out hope and snatches it away, and really does whatever it takes to elicit that wonderful olfactory emotional cocktail of a victim who's hopelessly dominated. He sticks exlusively to female prey because he finds them so much more scrumptious, and the sexual tension adds a whole extra dimension to the hunt.
Because predation is such a large part of his life, it's almost the entirety of what shapes his personality. When interacting outside of this context, he's charismatic enough that it takes most people a while to realise there's very little substance to his conversation. He's unlikely to really connect with anyone or view them as equals, and often peppers his conversation with little jokes or double meanings that only he would understand.
History: Finn's views on what a fox should be are the result of how he was raised. The only child of a family of foxes, his parents taught him all he needed to know about how to lie, cheat, steal, and manipulate. He found plenty of opportunities in his urban setting, and would have had quite a terrible reputation were it not for his skill at avoiding blame.
He left formal education as early as he could (having cheated his way to an excellent finishing grade), and since then has gotten by on a string of swindles and cons, as well as money taken from the purses of his unlucky meals. His family are immensely proud of how he's turned out, especially his prolific career of turning ladies into slop.
Preferences: I adore pre-vore interactions- the dynamics between a merciless predator and doomed prey are wonderful. Expect lots of taunting and teasing. Ideally that would be something my partner is as enthusiastic about as I am- if not, let me know so I don't keep you waiting too long for the main action.
Unwillingness and fatality are essential. OV is preferred, AV is also a possibility. Sex and disposal are both things I can enjoy, but won't miss if they're not present, though preferably things won't be 100% chaste. Expect at the least little sexual teasing/tension unless it's a complete no for you.
Big No's: Underage, hardvore. Digestion is good but I'd rather not know the gorey details. No reformation please- normally in RP I go with the idea of fatality being permanent within the continuity of the scene... not exactly sure how that works in a setting with an ongoing continuity like this.
Age: 25
Race & Gender: Fox boy
Appearance: Finn has what he considers to be a perfectly foxy physique. Standing just a shade under 6 feet, he gives the appearance of being a little taller because of his thin frame. But he isn't all skin and bones, he has a lean, wirey strength that is displayed in his muscle definition. Arms, shoulders, chest, and even his taut tummy (when it's not being distended by a desperately pressing hand or screaming face) are all tight and toned.
The same is quite possibly true of his legs, but that would be harder for a casual observer to confirm, as they are hidden under a coat of rust-red fur. It's thin and well-groomed, glossy to the touch when stroking in the direction of the bristles, and lightly prickly when stroking against them. Around his ankles, it turns to a darker brown, giving him the classic 'fox socks'. His feet are completely coated too, though otherwise totally human in shape and appearance. Only around his waist has his fur thickened out, especially in the region of his crotch and inner thighs, where he's fluffy enough to give a satyr a run for their money. Consequently, even completely naked he can retain his modesty.
As if to compensate for the excess of fuzziness down below, his arms and torso are quite hairless, nothing but smooth, pale skin. The same is true all the way up to his face, which doesn't look like it's ever needed to be shaved. But here, there are some further vulpine features, starting with that fiendishly foxish smile of his. For anyone on the receiving end of one of his more toothsome grins, it's hard not to notice that among his perfect pearly whites, his fangs are unusually pointy. And, if that recipient also happens to be a pretty lady, she's likely to notice how much they glisten in the light. Rather more prominently, though, from his mop of shaggy hair- which matches his leg-fur in colour- protrude two large fox ears. His nose looks perfectly normal, with only the occasional little flare of his nostrils to hint at its heightened sensitivity.
His final foxy feature is also his proudest- the thick, luxurient tail that extends from just above his bottom to his lower shins. Or, if he raises it up, just far enough that he could tickle the base of his neck with its whispy white tip. Despite its thickness, he is quite dextrous with it, able to swish it fast enough for it to make a soft woosh in the air.
For the convention, he's taken a markedly low-effort approach to the costume, just wearing a cheap fox onesie with a hood to keep his monstrous features covered up. It doesn't have a tail attached, so instead he cut a little hole for his own, which is too wide to hide down one of the legs. It looks remarkably real, but then real fox tails aren't too hard to come by. Around the base is a little loop of wire, which isn't really connected to anything, but which gives the impression there's some rig inside to allow him to puppeteer it, to explain any motion. The only other visible contribution to his costume is a little black notch he drew on the side of his nose with a marker pen. Were he to unzip his onesie any further- it's already open down to his lower chest- it would reveal that he's put the marker to one further use: he's written "Lady Killer" across his tummy.
Personality: Finn's species is a big part of his self-identity. As a fox boy, he would consider it a disservice to himself and to the world if he weren't as sly, manipulative, deceitful, crafty and duplicitous as he can be. He takes full advantage of his powerful sense of smell in doing so, not just to locate people, but also to get a positively unfair level of insight into their emotions. Whether somebody is nervous, aroused, bored, angry, afraid or just plain overwhelmed, it's highly unlikely they will be able to hide it from him, which has given him an extreme advantage in honing his social abilities over the years. Sometimes he doesn't need to say a word: he has perfected a deep, piercing, knowing stare almost guaranteed to make girls shudder.
And making girls shudder is one of his favourite things to do. In his opinion, any fox worth his tail puts his talents and cunning to only the most wicked and mischievous of uses, and there's no form of vulpine villainy quite so sinisterly satisfying as hunting and devouring live, human prey. He loves his victims to be utterly outclassed and outfoxed and for them to know it, so he is a quite mercilessly tease. He taunts and mocks, holds out hope and snatches it away, and really does whatever it takes to elicit that wonderful olfactory emotional cocktail of a victim who's hopelessly dominated. He sticks exlusively to female prey because he finds them so much more scrumptious, and the sexual tension adds a whole extra dimension to the hunt.
Because predation is such a large part of his life, it's almost the entirety of what shapes his personality. When interacting outside of this context, he's charismatic enough that it takes most people a while to realise there's very little substance to his conversation. He's unlikely to really connect with anyone or view them as equals, and often peppers his conversation with little jokes or double meanings that only he would understand.
History: Finn's views on what a fox should be are the result of how he was raised. The only child of a family of foxes, his parents taught him all he needed to know about how to lie, cheat, steal, and manipulate. He found plenty of opportunities in his urban setting, and would have had quite a terrible reputation were it not for his skill at avoiding blame.
He left formal education as early as he could (having cheated his way to an excellent finishing grade), and since then has gotten by on a string of swindles and cons, as well as money taken from the purses of his unlucky meals. His family are immensely proud of how he's turned out, especially his prolific career of turning ladies into slop.
Preferences: I adore pre-vore interactions- the dynamics between a merciless predator and doomed prey are wonderful. Expect lots of taunting and teasing. Ideally that would be something my partner is as enthusiastic about as I am- if not, let me know so I don't keep you waiting too long for the main action.
Unwillingness and fatality are essential. OV is preferred, AV is also a possibility. Sex and disposal are both things I can enjoy, but won't miss if they're not present, though preferably things won't be 100% chaste. Expect at the least little sexual teasing/tension unless it's a complete no for you.
Big No's: Underage, hardvore. Digestion is good but I'd rather not know the gorey details. No reformation please- normally in RP I go with the idea of fatality being permanent within the continuity of the scene... not exactly sure how that works in a setting with an ongoing continuity like this.