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 Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 6:41 pm
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● CuSith
● Samui
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 10:16 pm
CxuxSxixtxh
✚ These loathsome parasites, that cling to the cross
The cloth and the skin, soaked in the blood of men
Not the body of Christ ✚  ✖ Basic Stuff● Name: CuSith ● Otherwise known as: iunno...Sith? ● Birthday: 9/1 ● Type: 2nd Gen ● Breed: Modidaeva ● Personality: Cautious, secretive, curious, unsympathetic, complacent, cynical, formal, a trickster ..... ✖ Tribe● Not yet ..... ✖ Modifications● Too young! ..... ✖ Family Tree● Parents: Summanus, Noir● Siblings: Add later...when they have names ● Half-siblings: Sariel, Veronica, Rouge, ...Rouge's brother? (DX can't find him) ● Uncles:Pantaleon..... ✖ Love Life● Orientation: everything-sexual! ● Status: Single ● With: ..... ✖ Deails● Song: This Is Heresy - Christian Death ● Likes: Listening in, quiet, treasure/ valuables, playing tricks ● Dislikes: When others catch him >:c
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 11:03 pm
CxuxSxixtxh
✚ These loathsome parasites, that cling to the cross
The cloth and the skin, soaked in the blood of men
Not the body of Christ ✚ ✖ Roleplay Log● No rp's...yet ..... ✖ Story● A real loner and outcast, not that he has a problem with that. He seems to lack affection and has a really tough time acting friendly towards others. Not that he's rude on purpose, it's just how he is. CuSith lacks empathy towards other foxes, so it won't really bother him if they are feeling distressed. It's more annoying really, all the noise they make. Oh, yeah, he also doesn't like loud noises...actually, he doesn't like a lot of things. But he understands how valuable information is, so don't be surprised if you catch him eavesdropping from the shadows. He also loves collecting valuables, something he got from his mother. Overall, he's pretty satisfied with how he and his life is. He get's there's some flaws, no one's perfect, but he doesn't see any reason to change any aspect. Stubborn thing... .....   
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 8:18 pm
Sxaxmxuxi
✚ Oh just one more and I'll walk away
All the everything you win turns to nothing today
So just one more, just one more, go inspire in me
The desire in me to never go home ✚  ✖ Basic Stuff● Name: Samui ● Otherwise known as: Sam ● Birthday: ● Type: Bribe ● Breed: Modifox ● Personality: Slightly grumpy, lonely, curious, introverted ..... ✖ Tribe● ..... ✖ Modifications● Piercings: conch [5], industrial [4], septum [1] ● Jewelry: Bracelets [2], tail rings [2] ..... ✖ Family Tree● no family ..... ✖ Love Life● Orientation: Hetrosexual ● Status: Single ..... ✖ Deails● Song: Homesick - The Cure ● Likes: Cold climates, stalking observing foxes and other creatures, tea (he makes his own), painting ● Dislikes: Any place where is is over 80 degrees, a 122 degree day could kill him.
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 12:42 am
Sxaxmxuxi
✚ Oh just one more and I'll walk away
All the everything you win turns to nothing today
So just one more, just one more, go inspire in me
The desire in me to never go home ✚ ✖ Roleplay Log● No rp's...yet ..... ✖ Story● A loner. He's always been alone really...not that he minds it. Broke out of his BCR with no one around. Abandoned to fend for himself among the cold, mountainous region he calls home. The mountain is all he really knows, rarely venturing down towards where the snow ends and the air is warm. Once, he would do so quite often, but that was an age since passed. When he was a curious kit, eager to have contact with other foxes. There he would watch, and listen, and learn. But those foxes became frustrated with how little distance he put between himself and those mountains, and beckoned him to play in the warm sun. He felt the warmth...it got hotter...and hotter. Too hot. It seared his skin and made him feel dizzy. So much heat, it burned. Years and years in the snow-capped mountains had changed him. Not just mentally. His body now functioned several degrees below normal as a way of adapting to the cold. The mist that rises from his breath is not because of the warm air inside his body meeting the frigid air of his surroundings, but quite the opposite. His body, his insides are colder, and as such he has never dared to stray so far again, lest the heat of the strange world outside his mountains...the beaches, the deserts...kill him. ..... 
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