Shaun_

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Name: Shaun McConnel
Age: 23
Species: Anthro Gray Fox
Gender: Male
Status: Prey
Orientation: Straight
Hair: Short forelock
Fur: Medium length gray fur along his back, becoming a lighter, brownish/whitish shade on his belly and front. There are crescents of red fur under his eyes, and red fur running from his hands up to his biceps, the same pattern repeating for his feet and legs.
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5" even
Weight: 143lbs
Build: Lean
Clothes: Dark blue jeans and a gray t-shirt with a dark-gray fox head silhouette. Sometimes can be seen with a dark blue jacket, and sometimes in the fur - especially if he's fallen on some bad luck!
Magical Abilities: Nothing immediately apparent.
Weapons: Sometimes carries a knife, at rare times his 9mm pistol, and of course he has his claws and teeth. Proficient with staves.
Skills: All around outdoors-man, basic first aid, decent swimmer, decent shot with a pistol, photographer.
Temperament: Very friendly, sometimes trusting, very shy at times, cautious.
Absolute no's: scat, watersports, m/m yiff.

Click here for a great example of a Gray Fox's coloring and fur patterns.
-Shaun looks a lot like this fellow, but with a slightly shorter muzzle, and no braids
(Not claiming picture as my own, merely a reference, but if the artist wants it down I will remove it.)

Background
(Backstory! Feel free to skip down)
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Shaun is a something of a newcomer to the area. He arrived a couple months ago, in hopeful spirits, with vague notions of what awaited him. He had been told he would find sanctuary, allies, and shelter. However, in only the first few hours here, he was 'introduced' to a predator's gut - and since then he has become a very cautious, sometimes paranoid fox. Despite the fact that the denizens Return, it still frightens him immensely. But it also intrigues him, deep down... something he can't bring himself to understand or explain.

He came from a small town, far away, vaguely to the west, fleeing organized crime. For the most part, Shaun was an average guy. He had a nice job as a photographer and political columnist for the local newspaper. He had a girlfriend, a cute, tall, bubbly hyena, what seemed to be a perfect match for him. That changed one dark evening, when he was strolling home from the local bar. He had seen a rabbit-girl get whisked into the shadows, by big, burly arms, with hardly a sound. Acting against his every instinct, he carefully and quietly followed, clutching his camera close, trailing the pair deep into the woods. What he discovered that night would change his life forever more. He continued to advance, down windy paths, into a cave, down a dark passageway, and saw what amounted to a huge underground facility housing a thriving slave trade. He snapped some photos, then fled, barely escaping with his life intact and identity secure. The next day, he presented the photos with flourish to the local police - and was quickly swept deep into the building. At first, he was outraged, surprised - and then quickly realized with some horror why. The two detectives who met with him had a long discussion with him, and informed him that his boss at the newspaper was in on the whole racket.

Reluctantly, Shaun became an informant then, passing along tidbits discreetly to the police whenever he could. Those in the journalism business always had shady contacts and his boss was no exception. The cover-up was immense - any reports of missing persons where hidden away, the few small hints that the slave trade existed, were suppressed, tucked away, never to see the light of day. It was a stressful position for Shaun to be in - he knew it was the right thing, but it was incredibly hard for him. Finally, on a rainy Friday afternoon, he was summoned to his boss's personal office for what seemed to be a routine meeting. Luckily for him, The door had been left cracked open, and he heard enough - his boss and two large goons were discussing how to dispose of the 'rat'. He turned, and literally ran for his life - he knew enough to take the threat seriously, and made his way desperately to his emergency contact.

That too, was compromised, and Shaun was immediately abducted. Over the course of a terrifying evening, which he refuses to discuss except with those who have truly won his trust, Shaun's worldview and prospects changed radically. He was freed, but not without a black, inky tattoo forcibly etched onto the back of his neck, and a deep-set fear in his soul. It made him drop everything, absolutely everything - leaving all behind him right then and there - his family, his friends, his promising career. He is a highly sought after target, already several bounties have been put on his head. Rumors, stories, bar-room yarns pointed him here, and in a way, he found exactly what he was looking for - but at what price?

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Appearance and Personality
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Shaun is somewhat short, but he has a lean build and a fairly well toned body. He is certainly not the strongest fur around, but he's more fit then your standard person. Regardless, he's picked up a little belly flab, just enough to hide his abs and make him look slightly plump. There's also that tattoo on the scruff of his neck, especially noticeable when he's not wearing a jacket. It's pitch black, a stark contrast to his vibrant coloring, and if one looks closely they could see it as a side on profile of a creature's head and neck - something especially shark like, and furry. It was a Sergal, and for those in-the-know, it was a mark - this was a hunted being by one in the underground, not one to be sheltered or trusted.

He's typically a friendly sort, eager to help those he can and willing to give strangers a fair shot at friendship. He is helpful to a fault - always looking out for the weak, the injured, and the forgotten when he can - if he can. There's been many a time where he's had to hide, and watch as another got devoured, his conscious tearing at him all the while. He's also fiercely loyal - if someone wins his friendship, he would rather die before he would betray them. Shaun is extremely cautious though, and practical; survival comes first, and he can be very stubborn when fighting for his or a friend's life. He tries to be tough, and hard - but he tends to give in, or make deals - sometimes even to sacrifice himself to free a friend. He usually keeps to the shadows, but as of late, he is somewhat more bold, walking through the open, greeting those who seem harmless. Already he has made several good friends.

Shaun does have a major weakness - the stress of his flight, avoiding predators, and simply getting used to the area has taken its toll - making him highly susceptible to temptation and those who seem like they can protect him. He has a real soft spot for large, motherly types, and dominating, playful predators - despite his fear of being devoured, he can be seduced into being a willing meal if coaxed just right.

Despite all this, despite being hidden here - the fox is cautious of those who are still seeking him, and he is afraid, almost paranoid that some bounty hunters or assassins are seeking him out. If you are interested in taking a role as someone hired to 'dispose' of him, or some other role involved with his story - please, talk to me =3 I love character development and intrigue.

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Other Notes
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Despite the presence of a nearby city, Shaun avoids it like the plague. Due to his fugitive status, and the rarity of his species, he's frightened of sticking out like a sore thumb. Thus, the fox has dedicated himself to toughing it out in the wilderness of the swamp, hopefully far from prying eyes.

Shaun does a reasonably good job of keeping clean and fresh, despite the circumstances. He manages to get in a bath every couple of days, and tends to wash his clothes at the same time. He can be rather vulnerable when doing this however! He may be in the wilderness, but a guy has to have standards!

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Current Residence
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The fox now resides in a bunker hidden in a small clearing adjacent to the main clearing of the swamp, given to him by Henry. It is underground, the entrance being nearly invisible, only the very determined will be able to locate it - as it will seem his scent just disappears in that clearing. Even if the entrance is found, the fox can hole up under a blast door - but that doesn't protect him from a very patient predator.

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Notable Associations
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-If I have missed you, please remind me, it's not meant to be a slight in any way! If you wish to be removed, please let me know.

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Deva

Shaun met the roo as she sought out the entrance to the bunker she had made so long ago. Terrified he had been found, he stayed quiet, and finally came out once he knew it was her. One thing led to another, and soon enough, he was nestled in her pouch.

Gehenna

Shaun met the Ringer on his bi weekly nightly walk through the park. Expecting pleasant conversation, instead he got way more then he bargained for, much to his delight. She took an immediate interest in him, the fox melting in her hands as she succeeded in charming his heart, and convincing him to drop all barriers... what will come of this remains to be seen.

Atrinarch

It was a new years night, and in a rare moment of boldness, he was atop a large boulder in plain sight. Just as the fox took a swig of the wine canteen he'd been saving for two months - a dragoness swept overhead, giving him quite a shock - she revealed herself and her partner to be bounty hunters - but reasonable ones, and a deal is being worked out.

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OOC Notes:
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I'm a highly flexible, experienced player. I'm more then happy to take and answer PMs. While quick, snatching scenes can be a lot of fun - I greatly enjoy character development scenes, and I certainly don't need vore in every scene. I can be rather descriptive when things get going - I can tolerate one liners but I prefer more. Conversely, I don't expect a short novel in every post!

Just as a warning - long scenes likely will need to split up into chunks, since I'm at college at the moment, my schedule can be slightly unpredictable due to classes, friends, etc.. I'll do my best to make people aware of any possible conflicts, but there are times where I may suddenly vanish. PUB me if this happens, and we can make arrangements to continue.

Scenes in progress:
Deva
Gehenna
Atrinarch

As for the sliders, middle means I'm fine with either, never is an absolute no. Asking never hurt anybody though, I'm a flexible guy and open to ideas.

Also, please warn me if whispers are In Character. Unless I otherwise say so, when I whisper, it's ALWAYS OOC. Responding ICly to me without saying so could get me really confused. I'm also something of a shy guy when making PMs, so if I do something wrong, or you wish to be left alone, PLEASE say so, and I happily will. The last thing I want to do is make folks uncomfortable, and mis-communications don't help anybody. Thanks!

Likes:
-On-going scenes
-Soft vore
-Dominant, playful predators
-Willing, occasionally unwilling
-Predators that are same size or larger

Dislikes:
-Hard vore
-Anything involving scat
-Humans as predators
-Watersports
-Transformations (temporary is fine)

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