Post by fox on Aug 4, 2011 11:16:49 GMT -5
Basics:
Name: Fox
Age: 26
Build: Average
Hair: Long brown, past shoulders
Eye color: Green/Blue
Height: 5'6
Skin Tone: Tanned
Personal:
Personality: Fox is quite frankly, mad. She is cunning, tactile and devious: but all the while quite coo-coo. Her quick raise to power, beyond that of her father Badger, has given her a personality like the Mad-hatter. In business meetings she has been known to spontanious burst into dance, song, psychotic rage or simply being happy. During a fight or shoot-out it is not uncommon to see her dancing or singing away, oblivious to the action, or spraying the area with random gunfire whilst laughing like an insane loonatic. And yet some have said they find this strangely attractive of her. She is able to laugh at herself, unlike her father, and enjoys those who have a sense of humour and wit.
Despite all these "quirks" one should hope not to get on the wrong side of Fox. Her crime empire is one of the largest in the 'verse and with good reason. Fox has amazing foresight and strategy when it comes to business and crime. She plays all the fields, all the hands: and then bets on the most likely to win. In that regard, it is hard for many to decide whether to get closer to Fox or to distance themselves.
Background: Fox never met her mother and it is to her understanding that she was simply a "baby making factory" for her father. Although clearly, he was upset to find out that he was not to have a son to take over the business. Because of this, Fox spent most of her time around the other members of the gang whilst her father went off to play crimelord. By learning off the muscle themselves and not her father, she learnt how the business works but also the needs and wants of men and women alike: everyone has a price. It was this action by herself at a very young age that would propel her beyond her father.
In her teens, Fox opted not to go to any form of education but instead to be an assistant to her father. At first he was hesitant, until Fox's personality, charm and sheer randomness would catch his clients and enemies off guard. This often lead Badger himself to manipulate them to his advantage. His new appreciation of his daughter lasted for several years, until Badger decided to retire 7 years ago. Some believe he contracted a disease. Others believed he was simply tired of crime. Whatever the reason, Badger entrusted the business is Fox's hands.
With the reins of the business now in her hands, Fox went about to expand her sphere of influence. Within a few years, her income had tripled and her gang was now more like an organized crime syndicate than a gang. Fox muscled out several key players out of certain regions, most noteably Patience and Niska. It is also said that she has several high ranking Alliance officers and politicians in her pocket, but this is just stipulation. However, many have confirmed that the rumours that she hads a certain measure of power over several planet governors.
Career/Occupation: Crimelord.
Alliance or Browncoat or Niether: Neutral
Talents/Special Abilities: Fox has an amazing ability to look into a situation and determine the most profitable outcome for herself.
Likes:
- Money
- Loud noises
- Singing
- Dancing
- Captain Tightpants and Colonel Grandpa
- Being a smartass
Dislikes:
- Serious people.
- Her father
- Anyone who disrespects her position
- Anything too fancy
- Apples
Other: Fox surprisingly dresses down, considering the amount of power she wields. Her attire tends to be modest, with some similarities to her father. However, despite her accent, she does not opt for the traditional bowler hat. It has been said that on the rare occassion Fox does dress up, that her beauty almost rivals that of some companions. Then again, the fact she can't stay serious for 5 minutes would probally change this opinion. Fox tends to keep the shooting to her goons: but if she needs to; she can handle a firearm well enough.
Code: Ballad
RP Sample:
Stomp Stomp Stomp!
"Get out of the way Cretin!"
The young teen boy had only been tying his shoelaces before being pushed aside by the older woman. She was annoyed. Very annoyed. She had hoped that she had conveyed this to the young woman over the phone; especially a call at 5am. Lady Gray was meant to be overseer to the AVALANCHE Operations. She was the public leader for the small group. The main leaders were safe elsewhere; probable in some form of military bunker or a cave. Yet the benefactor of this little operation had gone to a meeting without her. Worse yet, she had not only met with a Shinra; but taken a Mercenary as escort. The Nerve! Her war experiences had taught her three main things. Never trust a Shinra. Never trust a Mercenary. And eat a healthy meal before a battle. She had followed the latter moments after her phone call. Gnawing on some steak was a great stress relief.
But the nerve of Selene. So she was young. Big deal! When Elizabeth was her age she was fighting in a man's world. She was alone in such a world. Yet this girl had many allies, and yet she continued to be manipulated and taken advantage of. And now, apparently, she had the intelligence of a Chocobo. That is not to say she hated her for it. She had never had the chance to marry or bear children. And of all the people she knew, Selene was the closest thing she had to a daughter. It wasn't picking on her, or lowering her self-esteem. The girl just had issues (quite a lot of them).
There were times when they hardly argued. Admittedly, she would pick up on something silly; like Selene's dress being too short. She wasn't trying to replace her mother. She just wanted to look out for her. Without a mother or father figure in place, she seemed to have real problems deciding what is right or wrong. Who to trust. Who to ignore. And this recent meeting had slumped Lady Gray's expectations of her to a low. It could of been a trap. The mercenary could of slain her. And while she was thinking of it, what was he even doing there in the first place. She should of passed him through Lady Gray before allowing him to go on some secret shady meeting. Or at least bring her along.
Now she did sound like a mother. Perhaps she just felt left out. She wanted to be there, knee-deep in the planning and background parts of AVALANCHE. Apparently, she was not. She was simply a sword-wielding mercenary on permanent contract. Well, at leas the pay was good. Most of the time she was just sitting around, waiting for something to happen.
But there was no changing her mind. She was going to put Selene in her place. Not out of spite or cruelty: but she needed it. Elizabeth needed her to learn that you had to think things in advance, than rush ahead. And what happened to Selene taking her offer of consul. She wanted advice from Lady Gray: but she hadn't asked her advice on a very important, and potential dangerous, meeting; with a Shinra! The Masters of disloyalty and deception.
Oh she was going to get it.
As she stomped through the Costa Del Sol streets in her trademark Cyan Armour, her skirt fluttered with the coastal breeze. Scanning the beach with her eyes, she saw her Liaison. What was she wearing? Couldn't she cover her legs up or something. It was a dress, which was an improvement from the mini-skirt idea a while back. But she was receiving significant glances from males. A few even whistled. Luckily, she had managed to glare at one of the lads; who sped up his walk.
As she stood over Selene, she maneuvered on purpose, so that her shadow came into the young woman's eye-line; her Armour made a very recognizable shadow. Without waiting for her to turn around, she murmured in a stern tone; with enough volume so that only Selene could hear her.
"I see you made it. I hope you were this punctual with Mr. Shinra" her last words some-what mocking of the girl's previous meeting with the son of lard-ass.
"Get out of the way Cretin!"
The young teen boy had only been tying his shoelaces before being pushed aside by the older woman. She was annoyed. Very annoyed. She had hoped that she had conveyed this to the young woman over the phone; especially a call at 5am. Lady Gray was meant to be overseer to the AVALANCHE Operations. She was the public leader for the small group. The main leaders were safe elsewhere; probable in some form of military bunker or a cave. Yet the benefactor of this little operation had gone to a meeting without her. Worse yet, she had not only met with a Shinra; but taken a Mercenary as escort. The Nerve! Her war experiences had taught her three main things. Never trust a Shinra. Never trust a Mercenary. And eat a healthy meal before a battle. She had followed the latter moments after her phone call. Gnawing on some steak was a great stress relief.
But the nerve of Selene. So she was young. Big deal! When Elizabeth was her age she was fighting in a man's world. She was alone in such a world. Yet this girl had many allies, and yet she continued to be manipulated and taken advantage of. And now, apparently, she had the intelligence of a Chocobo. That is not to say she hated her for it. She had never had the chance to marry or bear children. And of all the people she knew, Selene was the closest thing she had to a daughter. It wasn't picking on her, or lowering her self-esteem. The girl just had issues (quite a lot of them).
There were times when they hardly argued. Admittedly, she would pick up on something silly; like Selene's dress being too short. She wasn't trying to replace her mother. She just wanted to look out for her. Without a mother or father figure in place, she seemed to have real problems deciding what is right or wrong. Who to trust. Who to ignore. And this recent meeting had slumped Lady Gray's expectations of her to a low. It could of been a trap. The mercenary could of slain her. And while she was thinking of it, what was he even doing there in the first place. She should of passed him through Lady Gray before allowing him to go on some secret shady meeting. Or at least bring her along.
Now she did sound like a mother. Perhaps she just felt left out. She wanted to be there, knee-deep in the planning and background parts of AVALANCHE. Apparently, she was not. She was simply a sword-wielding mercenary on permanent contract. Well, at leas the pay was good. Most of the time she was just sitting around, waiting for something to happen.
But there was no changing her mind. She was going to put Selene in her place. Not out of spite or cruelty: but she needed it. Elizabeth needed her to learn that you had to think things in advance, than rush ahead. And what happened to Selene taking her offer of consul. She wanted advice from Lady Gray: but she hadn't asked her advice on a very important, and potential dangerous, meeting; with a Shinra! The Masters of disloyalty and deception.
Oh she was going to get it.
As she stomped through the Costa Del Sol streets in her trademark Cyan Armour, her skirt fluttered with the coastal breeze. Scanning the beach with her eyes, she saw her Liaison. What was she wearing? Couldn't she cover her legs up or something. It was a dress, which was an improvement from the mini-skirt idea a while back. But she was receiving significant glances from males. A few even whistled. Luckily, she had managed to glare at one of the lads; who sped up his walk.
As she stood over Selene, she maneuvered on purpose, so that her shadow came into the young woman's eye-line; her Armour made a very recognizable shadow. Without waiting for her to turn around, she murmured in a stern tone; with enough volume so that only Selene could hear her.
"I see you made it. I hope you were this punctual with Mr. Shinra" her last words some-what mocking of the girl's previous meeting with the son of lard-ass.
