Name: Tyro
Age: Looks about 25. Real age has been long forgotten.
Race: Kitsune
Prince of: Katastrofi
Weaponry/Equipment:

The Kitsune Tail - A blunt decorative axe that is designed to be heated to a red hot glow. The abilities of Tyro with fire allow him to make the weapon reach these temperatures, letting the searing surface make up for the lack of a cutting edge.

The Railway Rifle: A recent present. Its a steam-powered, hand-pumped rifle that fires sharp pegs the size of marker pens. Not exactly a quick weapon. Or particularly accurate really. And Tyro's not that great with it either. The steam powering it is being generated by Tyro's abilities with fire, so he'll probably need to refill the water tanks. At least reloading isn't so much of a problem. In fact, it'll fire lots of things, as long as they fit in the barrel.

Description: I might do a picture. I'll have to get through the backlog of comic ideas first though.

A tall, sturdy build and a couple of white tipped tails. His skin is covered with his scarlet fur with a white muzzle. His non-threatening eyes are nearly obscured by a long fringe from his shaggy mop he calls his hair. Two black ears pop out the top. Most importantly, he looks about twenty at the most...His clothing is a long red, overcoat. Its always done up with a clean white shirt underneath. Cream-white slacks tuck into leather boots that have been buffed to a shine. Expect that to vanish almost instantly.

Personality: Laid back with a strong moral compass. Is arguably one of the few people that enjoy being what he is. Likes to stand back from the world to look at the bigger, mad picture. Is generally a cheery person. If he appears arrogant when it comes to his abilities, its due to his experience. He's quite lazy given the chance though...Sometimes seen as slightly dopey - even clumsy -, sometimes seen as a weirdo but always seen as largely out of place. He's talkative in the right mood or with the right subject but seems to prefer to keep himself to himself, usually mostly about his life so far.

Has the experience from his travels to know, or at least look as though he knows what he's talking about. On the other hand, he does know he doesn't know everything. He's occasionally reminded. Interestingly, he does hold certain prejudices. Vampires make him uneasy. Some people may get teased by him too. Usually people he thinks are...'falsely byronic'. Blame a usually optimistic outlook.

I guess its worth mentioning he's quite bad with dating. Just a warning, he is mostly clueless and largely operating on the idea that he should just be polite.

Fears:
- A nightmare where a black crushing void, whispering poison sweet nothings into his ears, promises nothing but blissful rest from his constant dread and desolation in exchange for the obliteration of his free will.

- Demons and Vampires. Dragons too but to a lesser extent.

Likes:
- Sweets.

- Wondering from place to place doing odd jobs.

- Playing music.

Dislikes:
- The 'Falsely Bryonic'

- Vampires, Dragons, Demons and cruelty.

- Liquorish

History: Tyro is, well, what you might call a 'Vigilante'. His life has been a complicated series of slopes that have shaped, and occasionally 'roughed up', Tyro into what he is today.

How he fits into this is simple: he's apparently a result of some kind of mad rush to get a slice of a Kingdom.

You see, Tyro is brought to see the King of Katastrofi, who is in charge of a small and ambitious kingdom that sits on the coast. Katastrofi economy is mostly kept afloat by its steam-ships, pun unintended. It drags in all the fish a city could want but while it has a navy to be proud of, the King is worried about its army. Its ranks were small, its equipment was a little above shoddy and most of the men had never seen combat, let alone a full-blown battle. The possible threat of his Kingdom being added to an empire as just another cog in a huge production line to suck the kingdom dry, was apparently happening several continents away according to news sources. It was a regularly entertained fear.

His choices were to either take from the navy to beef up the army or diplomacy through marriage. Now, the navy is proud and powerful, a great deterrent. Diminishing its budget seemed like invitation for potential invasion leaving only marrying off his children to the largest, most dominating Kingdom he could find. With this bond of holy matrimony, The King of Katastrofi could rely on his ally to back his forces in the event of an attack.

This was a good plan. Except that he had two daughters and the kingdom of Usid was the only viable option to marry off to. Unless the princesses were both homosexual and happy to share his daughters with their husbands, he had nothing to marry off with.

Until Tyro tore through a bandits' hideout within his city. He'd destroyed most of the building when its boiler exploded and helped arrest the small band of thieves before they could sell off more of the Army's weapons. Fur dripping with oil, clothes ruined and clutching something vaguely axe-like and a heavy-duty rivet gun, the Kitsune slopped through into the throne room.
"Hi." Tyro said, blinking the black lubricant out of his eye before flicking it away with a finger. "I can help clean the carpets of this place if you like but I didn't have time to get scrubbed up." The King sit forwards, in his elegant chair, a lemon saturated cod fillet with vegetables lay on the table before him. His napkin hung like a cravat out of his shirt.
"It is of little importance. I have a civic duty to ask of you." The King said. The word 'civic' stood out.
"I'm not-" Tyro began."
"Ah! Not another word." The King said with a raised finger. "You are to be warmly congratulated for your efforts but I must ask something of you. What is your name, dear boy?"
"Tyro." The King waited for a surname. One didn't come.
"Just Tyro? Have you no family to take a name from?" Tyro shrugs.
"I guess, I-"
"That is actually fortunate for I reward those who will fight for justice in my kingdom." The emphasis on 'my' seemed like he was trying to get Tyro to buy a house here. "I wish to make you a prince of the realm." Tyro's mouth hung, the black grease dripping from his chin.
"Can you do that? Just choose anyone off the street?"
"Not exactly, but I need a son, perhaps even any relation, to claim a lovely daughter of Usid." The King said.
"You what?"
"I shall repeat myself: I require you to pose as a relation of mine and win the hand of one of the beautiful daughters of the King of Usid." Tyro continues to disbelievingly stare.
"How the heck would I do that?"
"Perhaps you could slay one of their dragons? They're supposed to be quite a blight."
"Oh..."

Tyro agreed. It really wasn't obvious what was going through his head. Best guess was a mixture of thoughts about finding a girl he quite liked - even though Princesses almost always annoyed him - and the drive to get rid of the dragons.

He endured baths, tailors and constant grooming before being despatched to Usid.

Other: Google 'Kitsune' if you want but I'll explain a lot of the odd powers of the Kitsune as I go along.