Name: Dallestrous Flye.
Nicknames: Dally, Dal, or Sir Fox.
Age (Appearance Wise): Early to mid-twenties.
Age (Actual): Fifty-nine.
Birthday: January Second.
Job: An expert in clockwork and other machinery.
Class: Upper Middle Class.
Font: Windsong;
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Favorite Story: The Gingerbread Man, by Jim Aylesworth.
Physical Appearance: Dally is, quite frankly, a fox that has taken on human characteristics such as walking, talking, and using his hands. He makes an effort to look proper each day and, therefore, wears a top hat that he perches between a pair of pointy ears and circular glasses in front of his narrow, somewhat mischevious seeming eyes. Sharp, carnivorous teeth can be seen when he grins; black against the white of his throat and his cheeks puff out into the fur that marks him as the true animal he is. Well, that and the fur that covers his entire body. He wears a rather plain suit and has no need for shoes as his clawed and padded feet give him the protection that he needs. His tail is long and poofy and extremely sensitive so if one were to pull it they'd get a nasty growl in return and a grudge held against them for at least three or four days.
Main Physical Points: Carries a cane, wears a top hat, walks upright rather than on all fours, looks exactly like a fox though taller and with humanoid characteristics, and wears a plain black suit as well as a pair of circular spectacles.
Personality: One of the first words used to describe Dallestrous would definitely have to be the word
intelligent. Though he has his rather eccentric ways, there is no denying that he does in face have brains hidden beneath all the fur- rather advanced brains to boot. After years of studying all the informative books he could Dally is his own encyclopedia- spouting knowledge where ever he goes and showing off the brains that he'd worked hard to ahieve. Had there ever been a school for City People he would have definitely been one of the top students, if not the best. This does not mean, however, that Dally is not
forgetful. Actually, he probably has the worst memory of all the people you'll ever meet. While his brain soaks up the logical knowledge he needs to be called intelligent- things like names, dates, times, where he put coat... they all seem to escape the fox-person like a leaf escapes a tree during the early weeks of Fall. Which is why, of course, the fox tries to correct his unnatural forgetfulness by leaving notes for himself in place he'd like to think he would remember but... in the end, doesn't. Add on to that his
scatter-brained nature and you have a walking disaster. Often starting multiple projects only to forget about half of them, Dally has been called scatter-brained more than he'd like to remember. He's always thinking about the next project. Off in his own little mechanical wonderland as most people tend to put it. If you were to open up Dallestrous' head, most wouldn't be surprised if you found gears and other metallic doo-dads belonging to the machinery and clockwork that the fox creates. Having always been fonder of the finer things in life, Dally can easily be described as
proud. Though he is only categorized as middle class he still can't help but believe he is much higher than that. Afternoon tea, leisurely times spent out in the garden, regal dances filled with gentlemen in suits and ladies in beautiful gowns- that is often how Dally imagines his life. In his mind, he is very much deserving of all the harder-to-get things in life to the point where he can get a bit mean. After all the work he's done, though, who's to say he doesn't? It isn't uncommon to find Dallestrous in a rather
grumpy mood. After staying up all night working on his little mechanical animals and destroying his eyesight by reading books with too tiny print- you can almost always find Dally in a rather irritated mood. He doesn't have the patience needed to be dealing with people unless they are worth his time and can, therefore, come off as a bit anti-social... not that the label wouldn't fit.
Favorite Things: Afternoon tea, clockwork, machinery, silence, learning something new, people with Upper Class standards, the occasional sweet treat, the smell of old books, an intelligent conversation, and a heated debate in which he comes out victorious.
Hated Things: Nosiness, people with Lower Class standards, people that doubt his abilties, loud noises, obnoxiousness, when someone intrudes on his personal space, being ordered about, failing to do something, having to rely on someone, and hypocrites (though he is one himself).
Hobbies: Clockwork, machinery, reading, and writing random notes/sticking them in even more random places (ie: inside a book, behind his ear, in his hat, in the fridge, underneath something heavy, etc.)
Fear: To grow old and forget things that he'd rather like to remember.
Thoughts on the Forest: Dallestrous believes the the Forest is both a magical and scientific place and he will have nothing to do with it. Being a fox that can barely wrap his fur around the possible things of life, he'd just rather not deal with the impossible. Though he does believes that whatever goes on in the Forest shouldn't be tampered with by anyone else and is better left being a mystery. Sometimes he finds himself wondering about the logistics of the Forest itself but will often push away any thoughts pertaining to it for fear of accumulating yet another headache.
Thoughts of Book Children: Book Children are exactly what they're called- children. Curious, fragile little things that seemed to be the imbodiment of both innocence and ignorance. Though Dally has deemed some of them worthy to talk to, he for the most part prefers to avoid them like the plague. He'd rather have his tail cut off than be asked a thousand and one questions by the little devils that came from the Forest- especially since they almost always have something to say.
Thoughts on City People: In Dal's mind, City People are the much more mature and regal inhabitants of their fair City. He'd much rather prefer their company over most of the Book Children and is more likely to start a conversation with one of them than he is with a Book Child. To this extent, he is a bit prejudice... not that he'd be willing to admit anything of the sort.
History: Born from the words of a Master Clockmaker passing on his knowledge to his apprentice, Dallestrous was meant to work with machinery from the very day he appeared in the City. As a young City Person, knowledge was the one thing he was on a hunt for- going through book after book after book filled with information that everyone passed up for the more adventurous novels containing fairy tales and heroics. He was taught by that Master Clockmaker's apprentice- given the tools he needed to become his own and after a few years of learning, Dally had finally mastered the art. His very first clockwork animal having been a fox, a true fox- not one of his stature and social standing, that is.
It wasn't long until Dallestrous had opened up his own little shop- a two story building that acted as both his home and workplace. The second story containing everything he needed to survive, and the first being entitled Dallestrous' Mechanics and Repair. It didn't take long to get the shop going; especially after all the care and hard hours Dally had put into making the shop great and soon it was place that everyone had to stop by whenever they happened to glance into it's windows. The fox-faced City Person was happy to help those that needed repairs; and even happy when he got special, custom orders. Money fell onto his lap and living was easy- as it still is now. Perhaps even moreso, seeing as his little shop only got more famous.
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