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Description

Fox stands at a modest five feet ten inches, with a very slim build of one-hundred fifty-five pounds. Unsurprisingly due to his heritage, he is immensely pale, yet he does not tan nor burn. Shaggy, almost unkempt long golden blonde hair purposefully frames his face, almost always perfectly messy. Beneath those golden curls lie startlingly steel blue eyes, though they are usually hidden by a set of dark-tinted Aviator sunglasses. Upon his chin lies a bit of scruff that he absolutely refuses to shave, and also finds it quite amusing to play with. Deviating from the stereotypical pilot look, Fox wears simple tank-tops (AKA "beaters"), band tees, and well-worn blue and black jeans with black combat boots. At his left hip sits a wicked-looking combat knife, a gift from his late father. On his back or his shoulder, he carries an old Springfield Bolt-Action Custom Sniper, another gift from the dearly departed.

Personality

Fox's personality is that of a “devil-may-care” attitude. He is extremely laid-back, joking, and rarely serious. Lazy would almost be a fitting adjective for this adolescent, but one would find themselves in a difficult situation if they ever directly accused him. Quite on the contrary, Fox is a very hard-worker, when it suits him. Although, on the other hand, one may think he is the ne'er do well-type, since he seems to ride out his life on looks rather than talent. Indeed, if he really wanted to, he could, but he prides himself in being one of the best pilots in the world. His last name literally means “cunning” in Gaelic, and he truly is an intelligent fellow.

Beneath this bright, chipper surface lies a bit of a dark past, and at times, it can show.

Equipment

Fox's pride and joy; his Catalina PBY, "Night Wolf".

Kevin "Fox" Kearney's Story