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 Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 6:50 pm
-Name: Mirrored Corruption Fox Sevren
-Nicknames: "The White Vixen", "She Who Haunts the Mirrors"
-Bio: She was once a character in a series of horror novels written by Vincent Rayne that were set in an abandoned town called "Silent Hill". As the author drew himself closer to the town he though he had created, he realized his grave mistake and succumbed to madness, murdering his own sister to get away from the accursed town. The White Vixen was born of his fear and regret for his actions. She hunted her creator mercilessly, driving Vincent from each place he sought refuge in until she tracked him to a small shack near an apartment complex. There, he begged for his life before she lanced his head with one of the tendrils on her back. Now, devoid of a true purpose, she stalks the streets of Silent Hill, trying to accomplish the task her fictitious self had been charged with; cleansing the town of the evil that pervades it...
-Age: 19 (as she was written)
-Abilities: Able to project herself into a reflective surface in order to travel unnoticed from place to place
-Appearance: The White Vixen looks to be a humanoid fox with white fur and black fur covering her front. Four long, whip-like tendril protrude from her back and are her primary weapons. Her eyes are black with glowing red irises and slit pupils. With a slender build and a very long mane, she uses her looks to distract her targets, leaving them open for attack.
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Strength: 125
Endurance: 105
Intelligence: 110
Ability: 110
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 1:33 pm
The Story of Fox Sevren/The White Vixen
I'll post the full story behind the White Vixen's corruption, arrival in Silent Hill, and murder of Vincent Rayne here when I have time.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 1:51 pm
Corruption
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Fox Sevren crept through the streets of the fictitious Silent Hill, able to dodge most of the demons until this point. The sound of a metal object being dragged on concrete reached his keen fox ears, causing him to cringe as he looked back. The Red Pyramid thing had caught up to him again.
"Dammit," he said to himself. "I though I left him behind at the historical society."
He drew a handgun from his jacket and fired at Pyramid Head, who shrugged off each shot as though they were flies. It came closer, still dragging the Great Knife. Fox pulled the trigger again. Click! His eyes widened. Out of ammo and not willing to fight it up close, he ran. Through a winding maze of roads and buildings he fled, trying to put as much distance between him and that monster as possible.
He later found himself in Rosewater Park, out of breath. His vision blurred from running nonstop for almost ten minutes. Panting, he looked up at a statue in the center of the park.
"Kit?" he asked breathlessly, trying to clear his vision to get a better look. He stumbled to the statue as quickly as he could and leaned against it for support. Something warm and wet met his hand. The smell of iron met his nose. There was no mistaking it. He could smell fresh blood. Having caught his breath and being sufficiently rested, he looked up. The marble statue depicted an angel with her hand stretched to the sky. Something red sat atop the hand, dripping blood. Fox took out a lead pipe and knocked the object down. Immediately, he wished he hadn't. A beating heart fell to the ground.
In absolute silence, the fox-human could hear a dripping sound. He glanced behind him to see his daughter's image in a mirror leaning against a brick support. A hole was pierced straight through her chest where her heart would be. Fox snapped, momentarily forgetting the horrors of the town's curse. He fell to his knees in front of the looking glass, his faded jeans splashing in a pool of warm blood at the base of the frame.
A pitch-black tendril lanced out from the mirror and impaled the fox. Fox refused to fight against it, having lost the only thing he held dear. He gave up... The demons had won... He gave little resistance as the black tentacle pulled him through the large mirror and into a vastly different Silent Hill...
He awoke, somehow still alive in a white hallway. He stood up, against every bit of him that told him to stay down, and began walking to a bright light at the end of the hall. He couldn't understand why, but he felt like a great revelation resided just beyond the doorway. He stepped into the light and onto what appeared to be an observation deck overlooking Toluca Lake. His daughter and dead wife stood together gazing on the sparkling waters of the lake. The sun shone bright on the town, though it looked empty. The female fox turned around with a soft smile on her face.
"Isn't the town beautiful, honey?" she asked, stepping forward to Fox. "I was so sad to leave this place. It was almost like we belonged here. So peaceful... I wish it could be like this again." She embraced him in a hug and rested her head on his shoulder. Kit also ran up to hug her father.
Kit spoke up for the first time. "It's not your time, yet, daddy," she said, looking at the clear sky. "You still have work to do." Fox smiled for the first time in more than a week. He felt like he was home, although a part of his mind reminded him that it was all a lie.
Suddenly, a man dressed in dark clothing kicked the door down and ran at the family with a knife in hand. Fox stood between him and the only thing he ever held dear. The man ignored his presence and ran through the gray fox as though he weren't even there and stabbed Kit in the chest with a knife before vanishing in a puff of smoke. Fox grabbed his child and held her close.
With a grim, innocent smile on her face, Kit whispered her last words. "We will always be with you," she said, fading into a white silhouette. He looked back to his wife. She lay in a heap with a large piece of glass through her back. She, too faded into a white shadow. A cold voice emanated from all around.
"Don't let this town take you," it said. "You will become its protector. Your path has been set... You must purify this town... Make us whole again..."
Fox's eyes closed as the spirit lifted him from the ground and cocooned him in white wings. The fox felt... as though it were one with the town's energies... A white vixen... The image of purity....
~Excerpt from the last chapter of The Silent Lake by Vincent Rayne
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