Name: So you wanna know my name do ya? Well you’re not going to get it because I have no freaking idea what it is. But if you really need to tag a label to me you can call me Fox.
Age: Nope, you don’t get to know that but I’ll give you a hint. I’m older than a second but younger than eternity. That narrow it down for ya?
Birthplace: Earth, big place ain’t it?
Sex: I’ve got the dangly parts, draw your own conclusion.
Occupation: Spirit guide to a girl that constantly needs me to save her ass.
Appearance: Fur, tail, four legs, sharp teeth. I’m a fox! What did you expect? Although when I get the chance to take my human form I’m 5’9” and 175 pounds of sexy man. Oh, and on occasion I might even have clothes on.
Personality: What’s this personality crap supposed to be? How I act? Fine, fine if you want to know I’ll tell you. I’m a perfect gentleman, always considerate in my words and actions towards others and just an all around swell guy, er, fox. Okay you got me, reverse all that and you might get a more accurate description. Though I’m still a nice guy. I mean fox…dammit!
Special abilities/talents: I’m a wonderful conversationalist.
Supernatural Affinity:
Species/Group: Does spirit guide qualify as a species? Bah, all this new fangled science mumbo jumbo confuses me.
Power(s): All the typical spirit guide junk.
Affiliation/Rank: I’m a mega top level with all the bells and whistles with mayo on top spirit guide. Ha! Beat that, I dares ya!
History: Oh wonderful, really digging for all the dirt ain’t ya? So you wanna to know all about my past, yeah well so would I. Whatever life I had before becoming a spirit guide, helper to a line of wonderful ladies who all seem to lack a little something I like to call a self preservation instict, is one big ass blank. Yep, don’t have a clue about my time in a mortal shell, can’t remember the feeling of wind on my skin, the taste of food, the touch of a lover…okay enough of that crap or I might start bawling and trust me you don’t want to see a fox cry.
Well enough of that dopey garbage and on to the good stuff. And by good stuff I of course mean good stuff. What? I can be honest now and then. My time as a spirit guide has always been linked to one woman, well her spirit, soul or whatever you want to call it. You see in each life she’s born a shaman and it’s my job to make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid like accidentally hurt someone, or herself, or bring about the apocalypse. Y’know, the basics. I’ve lost count of all the times she’s been reincarnated but this latest one calls herself Raven Saeger. With a name like that I’m amazed she didn’t start wearing black clothes and makeup and writing horrid poetry. Anyway I’ve helped get her started on the proper path and then she starts wandering off into the woods saying she needs to help people. She’s gonna end up getting eaten by a wolf, probably a werewolf. That brings us to Mysteria…I have no freaking idea why we’re here. Just seemed to pop into my head one day, go to Mysteria. No explanation, no damn directions but we managed to get here somehow after stopping every few miles to help losers of course. I need a vacation.
Flaws/weaknesses: You want some weaknesses? Just want me to spill all the stuff that can get me into trouble? Okay here’s one for ya, I’m dead! C’mon, what other kinds of weaknesses do you need besides that?
What? More? Okay fine how about I’m always having to pull Raven’s ass out of the fire, sometimes literally. And there’s this thing where I pretty much have to go wherever she does most of the time. If she ever comes back as a guy I am freaking out of here.
One more? Well there’s that whole not knowing who I am or why I’m supposed to keep looking after Raven, or her soul at least.
Merits/strengths:
The great thing about being dead is I can’t be killed. Though I suppose I could be banished, exorcised or whatever they call it which would kinda suck.
I’m also invisible except to Raven, and anyone else sensitive to us spirit types. Wait, that’s not really a strength is it? Invisible to the normal yahoos in the world but the people that can hurt me can see me? What kind of crappy deal is that?
Sexual Orientation: As straight as a spirit can get.