Alexa Jordan Tailen
Nicknames: AJ (most commonly used as her name), Alex, Shrimp, Shorty, ect.
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Vixen (Female)
Species/Race: Anthropomorphic Arctic Fox
Nationality: American
Height: 2'6"
Weight: 40 lbs.
Occupation(s): Mechanic for Hire, Professional Adventurer and Risk Taker
Personality: Quite the oddball, AJ has developed a taste for strange humors and sarcasm, often putting others at the front and butt end on the jokes she tells, even even if she normally keeps quiet about such jests. She will take off in the middle of the night to gaze at the stars and the moon, normally staying out for the duration of the night. Her wit is sharp and quick, her laugh is contagious. She makes quick friends and can hold an intelligent conversation. She is also sly and has a tendency to hoard valuable objects. Has a Napoleon complex. If you call her short, she will take you out at the knees.
Biography: This charming young vulpine was born in the northern most reaches of the known world, a distant land full of ice and snow, also know as Alaska. Well, naturally she should be Russian then? No. She is American, and damn proud of it as well. What? A fox cannot be proud for it is only an animal? WRONG. Alexa was born special, above average intelligence, and she saw her family as animals. She scooted off at the age of seven, for foxes of this time had very long lives and would live to be quite old, and made for the cities. Once there, she was dejected by many, save for one old man, Raminosk Tailen, a Russian migrant. He took her in, clothed her, bathed her, taught her to speak like the humans, and for eight long years, they were happy in Anchorage. When Raminosk died, Alexa disappeared from the small town into the wilds. Far from being tempted to live out the rest of her days in loneliness, she sought for adoptive families and odd jobs, only to be rejected from all that she tried. She disappeared again.
Four years later, she's reemerged in Boston with a stable shop and two unlikely companions, and owl and strangely enough, a dragon. She does not speak of her adventures of past years, and only assures people that neither she or her pets are clockwork in any way, shape, or form. She still stands up to a person's hip, but her attitude is that of a large dock-boxer. So don't mess with her, she can take apart your face like a watch.
Likes: Peaches, Owls, Mythical creatures, shiny objects, rabbits, rabbit meat, meat, veggies, peaches, snow, the cold, ships, the air, tea, peaches.
Dislikes: Being wet, papaya, hot weather, getting her fur caught in zippers, not having peaches, rotten peaches, being called small
Skills: Formal fencing
Gear repairs
Tinkering
various hand to hand combats
Stealth
Cooking
Pets: Olive the Owl
Nuki the Pygmy Dragon
