[Name] Remington
[Subject No.] 4635
[Age]
True: 15
Appearing: 15
[Appearance]
He has silver hair and red eyes due to the pigmentation from his fox side making his eyes red. He wears a necklace which serves as a collar for when he morphs. It has his name on it. He is about 5"8 in height and of an average slender build. His arms are long and his nose crinkles when he catches the scent of something. He has claws for nails and very sharp teeth. He can also make a little yipping sound.
[Animal]
He is a fox. Cunning, and sly. Careful but quick.
[Personality]
He is timid and shy and always alert. He has a hard time trusting people after being locked up in the facility. He is always wanting to learn more and has his nose in a book. His eyes are questioning and full of concern for any living thing. His heart is true and he can barely stand tears. If you become friends with him he is loyal and trusting.
[Weakness]
He is wary of loud noises for they can hurt his ears and cause him to pass out from pain.
Bright lights can daze and confuse him.
Awful smells can make his scents be thrown off track.
He has claws for nails and the general canine teeth.
When I was a boy the age of 4 a man came to the orphanage where he was staying. The Mistress pulled me into a meeting with the man saying that he was going to take me away. I immediately was frightened by the man and began to cry. The Mistresss thinking it was over me leaving my friends began to coo and tell me everything would be all right.
The next morning, I was off to my new "home" with the strange man. He bought me some clothing and on the way he also got me food. He explained it was to be a long trip. I saw him dash something over my food and believed it to be salt. After, I ate I drifted to sleep on the train.
I awoke, in a cage. I was confused and started to cry. I hated moving to new places. When my tears had dried I looked around. I saw other figures in the room standing under the flourescent lighting. A man wearing a white smock stood in the middle of the room. He was staring at me and smiling. Scared, I scooted as far away from the man as I could. He spoke, "The testing has confirmed that the boy has the S-Gene. Which animal do you think best suits him?"
Another man in the far corner of the room replied, "Well, he is timid isn't he..."
The white smock wearing man smiled and said, "A fox then. They always hate human company and changes."
His smile was the last thing I saw when I was "normal". I blacked out.
