Name: Midgra

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Race: Mishqua (Foxkin)


Appearance:

Height: 4'0"

Eyes:

Green right, Glass left. Glass is slightly different color green, no pupil.

Coloration:

That of a typical red fox, black ears and paws, white tail tip.

Scars:

Midgra has a small array of scars that all seem to trace the main nerve system of his body, barely visible through his fur. He also has a scar across his muzzle, and one on his lower left leg, both of which look like bite marks. The one on his leg however, looks like it might have been caused by a bear trap.

Strengths/Abilities:

Midgra is a master of stealth, when he wants to be. Due to his small size and light feet, he can blend into any crowd or dissapear down any alley in the blink of an eye. Though not generally a patient being, if he has been instructed to, he can wait in the shadows for hours, gathering information or waiting for the perfect time to set off the trap he had set.

Midgra is well trained in the art of lockpicking and trap setting/disarming. Because of his light weight, some traps he simply does not set off, like pressure plates, and he can feel a tripwire before snapping it. Logically it is easy for him to figure out exactly what a trap was designed to do, and easy for him to manipulate it in his favor if he doesn't decide to disarm it outright.

Midgra is just good enough at Illusion magic to cast himself as a human for short periods of time, an hour at the very most. He can also throw his voice, and even do rudimentary impressions, usually done more for comedic effect than anything else.

Midgra is adept (at very best) with Destruction magic, but rarely uses it, and knows few spells. He can cast and control fire, and send electric shocks through metal. Beyond that, any spell he tries is unwieldy and borderline dangerous for anyone in the vicinity.

Midgra has a sixth sense about weather or other natural events that are happening or will happen soon.

Weaknesses:

Physically, as to be expected, Midgra is fairly weak, and would lose most fist fights or head on attacks. Hence why he is good at using the element of surprise and shadows to his advantage. While he has teeth and claws, usually one hard bite is about all he can get in before being compromised.

Midgra still has a few animal type tendencies, such as a hatred for most small rodents and birds. For now, he doesn't have a strong concept of value, so he can be swindled rather easily, if someone really wanted to.

Midgra, while charismatic, only has a loose grasp on English. Sometimes he will have problems with words, or butcher commonly used phrases.


History:

Midgra was once simply a fox, in a time long long ago that he cannot quite remember. Its been so long, its barely worth mentioning at all. But he truly awoke to this world in full sentience by the hands of a hermit sorcerer, in need of an assistant and extra pair of eyes to guard his home and expirements.

It was clear Midgra was a second class citizen and nothing but a slave type lackey for his master, and was treated more like a dog than a sentient being. The longer he lived on and the smarter he got, however, the more tired he grew of being under the old mans thumb.

One day as Midgra was far from the hovel they lived in out in the woods, resetting the rabbit traps and bringing back the carcasses, a small voice in his head directed him. Run. It was the first time it ever occured to him, he could make it so very far away before he even noticed Midgra was gone. So he did just that, and began to run. For months, he lived on the road, staying out of sight, and slowly learning to interact with people and trade. Now he finds himself roaming up to a small village, no plans, no money, no aspirations besides being a free being.


Personality:


Midgra likes to talk to most everyone, and doesn't quite realize his appearance is very outlandish and rare. While being very clever, he is not the best at conversation, and might appear rude or disinterested when talking. While he genuinely doesn't try to be, his grasp of politeness and decency is murky for now at best. He hums to himself constantly, and will begin to wring his hands or get huffy when he is especially bored, or waiting for something to happen.