-- Edited so as not so derpy-- Name: Azeroth Blackwyn
Gender: Male
Species: Fennec Fox
Age: 15 years
Occupation or class group: Highschool SophmorePhysical Description: Like any other fennec Az has the standard huge ears and short, narrow snout, small paws, and a very large fluffy tail. However, unlike most of his kind he stands at a healthy five foot eight inches at the top of his head. Quite tall indeed for such a small species. There's one other thing that seems to stand out from the average with him; his pelt is completely white. From tip of ear to bottom of foot, every hair on his body is completely colorless. An albino, in fact. Red eyes, pink nose, paw pads, and any other exposed flesh to go along with his condition. In fact, the only other color on his body is the long tuft of hair atop his head, dyed black.
You might say that Azeroth is underfed, and he probably would too, but he doesn't have much of an appetite to begin with. In fact, he eats so little that his body has paid the price. You can't tell it when he doesn't take his shirt off, because he is pretty well muscled, but he is so thin that you can see his ribs and spine even through that thick white fur. This is part of the reason behind his baggy clothing. There are also two very large scars stretching across his back. We will get more into the story behind those later.
History: There will be more into his life story at another point in time, but let's start off with the basics. Azeroth was born in a small family consisting of his mother, father, and himself. Both of his parents were alcoholics, and neither of them paid him much attention as a child.
A few months into his tenth year, the boy's father was victim to a group of thugs who robbed and then shot him. He did not survive. It was pretty hard on him, even though he wasn't very close to his father. Still.. he was his father after all.
Only one year after the death of his father, Az's mother remarried. A tasteless and rather cruel man, who dearly HATED the little 'shithead', as he had so chosen to call the boy. The worst part was that he was another drunk.. Only this one was ten times worse.
Almost every night brought another beating, and it wasn't like his mother cared to step in and stop the violence. No, she was to busy watching tv and downing chap vodka or gin... And it wan't like Az had much of a chance of fighting back against a lion twice.. Maybe three times his size.
The beating continued throughout Azeroth's late childhood/early teen years, and would still be going on had he not had a lucky break.
One day while he was coming home from schook, Az noticed that the kindly old neighbor woman was standing outside, watching him carefully. He paused, asking her what she needed, but she only shook her head and smiled kindly, handing him a small piece of folded paper.
It wasn't until he'd reached his room that he opened the folded paper to find that it was a flyer for Golden Oaks Academy.. A school far away from the hell he called a home. The prices were cheap too.. Maybe he could afford to finally get out of here?
One year and many odd jobs later, here he is.. His first year away from home, and at a brand new school.
Personality: As you can probably understand, Az isn't a particularly happy student. Nor does he have great grades. He's pretty average really.
Depression has been a big issue for him, as well as trust issues, paranoia, and 'love'. As far as he's concerned, nobody can really love. It isn't a natural emotion. It isn't even real.
There have been times in the past that he's tried to kill himself, and had almost succeeded on one of them, but somehow survived the overdose of painkillers and alcohol.
Being overly self-conscious is another of his major flaws. It isn't likely that he will ever willingly undress in front of anyone, ashamed of how skinny he really is. This is also why he wears baggy clothes, to hide his body away from the world.
RP sample: Don't neeed one
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Classes wanted:Literature, Algebra, Ancient History, Biology