Eve, the Different Kind of Lover Chavi
Italic #056405
She's got a heart of gold, but is quite vulnerable to harsh words and vile temperaments. She has a bit of a temperament herself, however, but often only snaps at her Bonded, Alexander. To most she is cordial, easily excited, and just a loving type of girl. She appears to be shallow in that respect, but first glances are often the most misleading. . .
She is a cream colored Chavi, with large and bright green eyes. She is small, speedy, with emerald clips along her ears. There is a clasp made of willow bark and pine needles around the base of her tail, and many green tweed bracelets entwined about her legs. It can easily go without saying that green is her favorite color, and she would be hard pressed to be parted from her trinkets. They were all gifts from Alexander, wouldn't you know.
She's got a heart of gold, but is quite vulnerable to harsh words and vile temperaments. She has a bit of a temperament herself, however, but often only snaps at her Bonded, Alexander. To most she is cordial, easily excited, and just a loving type of girl. She appears to be shallow in that respect, but first glances are often the most misleading. . .
She is a cream colored Chavi, with large and bright green eyes. She is small, speedy, with emerald clips along her ears. There is a clasp made of willow bark and pine needles around the base of her tail, and many green tweed bracelets entwined about her legs. It can easily go without saying that green is her favorite color, and she would be hard pressed to be parted from her trinkets. They were all gifts from Alexander, wouldn't you know.
Dandy, the Ouch, That Really Hurt My Last Remaining Feeling Chavo
Bold Underlined #c1691e
It’s easy to tell just by looking at him that this Chavo has not had an easy life. His exact age is impossible to determine, what with the weathering he’s endured from living on the streets, but it’s obvious he’s no kit, and hasn’t been for some time. Neither ear is fully intact, with one showing the aftermath of an earring forcibly removed mid-scuffle, the other missing its top half entirely. He wears his scars more proudly than any bangles - and boy, does he have a lot of them. A poorly-healed bite here, an angry swipe of claws there - not to mention the mass of scar tissue where his right eye used to be. The few trinkets he does wear are fairly simple: two necklaces, or rather, one necklace - a carved pewter bead on a plain strip of black leather - and a loop of chain just long enough to fit over his head. Something about him seems slightly off-kilter - perhaps an old injury that healed in a way detrimental to his posture, or maybe it has to do with the uneven tufts of rust-colored fur that seems permanently matted, no matter how many times Alex might try to brush it out - but the steely look in his remaining amber eye leaves no room for doubt: this fox is more than capable of looking out for himself.
For all that his harsh upbringing might excuse some of his behavior, there’s really no two ways about it: he’s kind of a massive asshole. While claws and teeth have seen more than their fair share of action, his primary weapons of choice are his barbed tongue and scathing wit. This fox is not one to pull punches, regardless of whether they are physical or verbal - not even towards his bonded. Popular theory is it might be how he shows affection to Alex, in his own twisted way, though there’s no way to confirm or deny it, since there’s hardly a difference between the insults he hurls at his newfound family members and those he throws at - well, everyone else. Needless to say, this behavior does not tend to earn him many friends, and that’s fine by him - he’s much more suited to playing the lone wolf (er, fox) anyway. That being said, he’s surprisingly sensitive, if you know which buttons to push. Finding those buttons is another matter altogether - and Alex will have to, if he ever wants a break from the constant sarcasm. Whatever they are, he hides them well - he has no shame for the vast majority of his actions and history, instead finding some sick glee in disturbing others with barely-exaggerated tales of past scrapes, and sly digs about his personality being as ugly as his mug will be met with little more than a toothy grin. Still, there’s always hope that his grudge against the world will lessen over time, right? …Right?
It’s easy to tell just by looking at him that this Chavo has not had an easy life. His exact age is impossible to determine, what with the weathering he’s endured from living on the streets, but it’s obvious he’s no kit, and hasn’t been for some time. Neither ear is fully intact, with one showing the aftermath of an earring forcibly removed mid-scuffle, the other missing its top half entirely. He wears his scars more proudly than any bangles - and boy, does he have a lot of them. A poorly-healed bite here, an angry swipe of claws there - not to mention the mass of scar tissue where his right eye used to be. The few trinkets he does wear are fairly simple: two necklaces, or rather, one necklace - a carved pewter bead on a plain strip of black leather - and a loop of chain just long enough to fit over his head. Something about him seems slightly off-kilter - perhaps an old injury that healed in a way detrimental to his posture, or maybe it has to do with the uneven tufts of rust-colored fur that seems permanently matted, no matter how many times Alex might try to brush it out - but the steely look in his remaining amber eye leaves no room for doubt: this fox is more than capable of looking out for himself.
For all that his harsh upbringing might excuse some of his behavior, there’s really no two ways about it: he’s kind of a massive asshole. While claws and teeth have seen more than their fair share of action, his primary weapons of choice are his barbed tongue and scathing wit. This fox is not one to pull punches, regardless of whether they are physical or verbal - not even towards his bonded. Popular theory is it might be how he shows affection to Alex, in his own twisted way, though there’s no way to confirm or deny it, since there’s hardly a difference between the insults he hurls at his newfound family members and those he throws at - well, everyone else. Needless to say, this behavior does not tend to earn him many friends, and that’s fine by him - he’s much more suited to playing the lone wolf (er, fox) anyway. That being said, he’s surprisingly sensitive, if you know which buttons to push. Finding those buttons is another matter altogether - and Alex will have to, if he ever wants a break from the constant sarcasm. Whatever they are, he hides them well - he has no shame for the vast majority of his actions and history, instead finding some sick glee in disturbing others with barely-exaggerated tales of past scrapes, and sly digs about his personality being as ugly as his mug will be met with little more than a toothy grin. Still, there’s always hope that his grudge against the world will lessen over time, right? …Right?