Murazar Dauthi {Mr. Fox}

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar Fox Dauthi

....the mask

Your Name: [Fox or mura is fine]
Where did you find us?: [Used to be a member on the other site]
How long have you been roleplaying?:[Uhh lets see, five years give or take?]
Password: [admin edit]

...basic character information

Birth Name: [Murazar, Fox, Dauthi.]
Nickname: [Mr. Fox, Mr. Dauthi, Mura, Razor, Death, Shadow of Death, Death's Shadow.]
Gender: [Male]
Age:(Thirty-Two)
Birth date: [February and 14th]
Majored In: [Sociology/Psychology/Philosophy]
Courses Teaching:[Sociology/Self Defense 103/Self Defense 104]
Animal Identity: [Fox]

...personality

Likes:

• Sex
  
• Talking to Tolerable People
  
• Guns
  
• Knives
  
• Fast Cars
  
• Military
  
• Reading
  
• Hot food, usually meat
  
• Calm
  
• Pretty Women
  

Dislikes:

• Most sweets
  
• Himself
  
• Social Meetings
  
• People who are ignorant of Lycanthropy
  
• Fruit
  
• Most Vegetables
  
• Extremist in anything
  
• Smoke from ciggerettes
  
• Zealots of anything {Hand in hand with extremist}
  
• Generally people who do not have open minds
  

Fears:

• If he lets someone too close to them he may lose them
  
• Anyone realizing he actually cares about people which would make them warm up to him and ignore his pushing them away. Which would make it impossible for them not to get hurt around him.
  
• Anyone of the people he's killed coming back to avenge their family or some such and kill off what family he might have left.

Strengths:

• Was trained in the army as special forces and later a black ops agent
  
• Is incredibly skilled in knive fighting
  
• Equally skilled with ranged weapons usage
  
• Clever
  
• Strong willed
  
• A Excellant Actor
  
• Almost always Calm and Level-headed
  
• Extremely high pain tolerance
  

Weaknesses:

• Sometimes observes a situation too much
  
• Tends to look for ways to escape rather than continue a fight
  
• Isn't what most people call honorable
  
• Incredible Loyalty to those he gives it to
  
• Doesn't trust easily
  
• Always expects betrayal
  
• Although incredibly easily sociable, really doesn't like socializing usually
  
• Really bad at anything that doesn't deal with killing somehow. Teaching being one of the few things that are outside that.

Overall: [400 words minimum]
Murazar or Fox as most know him as is generally a polite man. He shows absolute control over himself, his emotions, and most expressions. Anything that is shown is usually just an act, something to make people drop their guard and not be suspicious of him. Or it is shown because he relaxes his guard on purpose or because he feels like its ok to relax at the moment.

He lets his mind control his heart utterly; he is insanely perceptive and thinks deeply and quickly as if every single matter is life or death... Speaking of life or death, he believes death is nothing more than another journey. He lives in the present, for the future, from the past.

He is incredibly cynical, jaded, witty, and has what he also calls realistic way of thinking. He tends to view almost everything negatively unless he does see a positive thing in it all. His sense of humor is somewhat odd, for example one minute he could being joking about a waitress’s death with someone. The next he could be flirting with the same waitress.

He views honesty and bluntness to be quick and effective. He however also doesn't mind if people don't cut to the chase, it simply gives him more time to think or analyze them or something else. He tends to see everything and anything in a risk/benefit analysis with varying exceptions in which he either has no choice or feels like letting emotion take rein for once.

He doesn't care one way or the other about the law and decides on what is right and sets that as his course. Unless it interferes with either his work, personal self, or involves too much danger and chance of death. Then it would take him to know or really care about the person to involve himself in that affair. Generally he's normally a good person, except for the fact he looks out for number one and anyone else with himself.

Currently, he is deciding whether to live or not. He has now nothing to live for that he knows of. No one who actually cares about him, he figures "Hey, who's gonna miss me if I just kick the bucket? No one, so I might as well since i'm just costing someone money and time."

...appearance

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Celebrity Play By:Matt Damon
Appearance: [400 words minimum]

Human-Wise

Murazar dresses for success he usually is wearing one of two outfits. The first is a white dress shirt with a white over jacket usually worn loose; it’s usually tucked into his white dress pants that have a belt on them that is conservative in appearance. His footwear is combat boots which are black, for the most part no one notices because no one looks at his feet.

The second outfit is a t-shirt, leather jacket worn either zipped or open due to cold or heat, jeans, and the same combat boots. This one sort of is to blend him into a populace if he doesn't want to stand out; the first outfit is more for either business or just because he likes that style better.

His hair is black with hints of grey at the sides and remains short. He's fairly muscular, but not in an overt looking way. His eyes are hazel, in brightness they're bright blue as if they'd glow in the dark. When it’s in darkness his eyes are steel and make him seem more intimidating than he normally can be.

His stance and walk shows as if he's afraid of nothing and he will not hesitate to destroy anything in his way. His eyes seem to pierce look through a person as if he can see into their soul. He always looks someone in the eyes and normally doesn't fail to look away. His back and chest are covered in more scars than can be counted. Anything from what seems to be a bomb hit him to being shredded by bullets.

He's fairly wiry looking and thin, couple that with his hair and usually bright eyes he looks frail and weak. That is until you do a double take at his stance and if you look in his eyes or catches how he talks. He speaks usually calmly and only somewhat an accented voice, but he also seems to speak quite politely and kindly. That is if you’re nice or deserving of it, usually to enemies or such he speaks ruthlessly and powerfully.

Fox

His eyes are brown like dried blood, his fur black as midnight but no darker. He seems generally the same in stance and general-ness of self. Except he holds himsself in a more regal manner as if he himself was really a king or royalty.

Or someone with a great amount of power, one could call it arrogance. Then again arrogance was for people who either took too much pride in their power or boasted too much on power they had. He just does it naturally without really realizing it. His scars instead of cutting patchs of fur off appear under it like lines and markings that stand out from the pure colored fur he has.
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...history

Parents:Soloren Dauthi and Freilen Dauthi {Both Deceased}
Siblings: None that he is aware of {Maybe in the future some could show up?}
[400 words minimum]
{Birth through Pre-Teen}

Murazar was born in a tight knit family, which in one sense is good. At least good until they fight verbally with each other constantly. Then its just painful. Regardless, he didn't understand those things until later. He however was born alone, he had no siblings to speak of.

No cousins that visited, the basis and foundation for the reason why he found it difficult to communicate to those of his age.After he started school, he was one of those good students. You know the ones that most other kids made fun of and rarely found friends.

At least any that he kept around due to moving a nice chunk in his life. It was like a dance, all in the same region. Just far enough to make a difference, but not far enough to change anything in him. He just got used to losing people, became numb to it. Once he learned that his family practically fought with each other except his grandparents and parents it made him distrusting and numb even further.

{Teenage Years through Young Adult}

In his teenage years he did fairly ok in schooling, seemed brilliant to adults despite his grades. He started getting bullied less as his parents divorced. It shattered him further and made him numb more than ever. He loved them of course, he just didn't understand at the moment.

His cynical and negativety rose to all new heights. His change was upon him. At home he changed into a fox, his bones morphing along with his muscles, organs, thinking process being overridden by killing. It nearly destroyed the house and himself in the process before he was detained by his dad who luckily wasn't injured too badly.

{Fourteen}

Once he was over it he was skeptic over using his form. in fact he ignored it and chose only to use it once a week in the forests nearby and practice control over it. It was all he could think to control it and learn how to use it the best he could. By instinct. If anyone was actually home at the time they would have died, otherwise he just stuck to the house like it was his dominion and "Rearranged" everything. He was feral and extremely dangerous at the time, he was completely animalistic.

His father after restraining him until he returned to normal he generally kept it under wraps and so did his son. No one, but his dad and him knew what had happened. He After he returned to normal he felt guilt and anguish over it. He was lucky to not have killed someone, thank his screwed up loner-avoid people personality for that. The sad part was, his family had no idea that they had the genes of the animals in them. In history it turned out secretly they would change and no one would say a word. Lest they would worry others needlessly, regardless .Afterwards his last two years of high school were left

Later in high school, he made a choice he would never regret choosing he actually made a friend; A friend that almost seemed like a brother to him. In fact it was almost like a godsend in his last year of schooling when he chose to join the army, not just that but in the special forces regiment. His friends father who was a friend to him too offered him a job at his business which was doing incredibly well and could be considered extremely good at making money.

His friends father and him decided together he would work with him after his term in the service. Once he graduated high school he seemed more positive, less lonely, less cynical, less negative. He actually in his existence was happy!

{Young adult to the Change of Mind}

He finished his training, job training, and was sent to the war that was going on. His job wasn't to fight directly actually, it was interrogation. Which also mean't he had to go with a small unit of soldiers to find the people he needed to interrogate.

He was halfway through his term, after of course several mistakes by his sergeant and corporal which in one event systematically got the corporal killed and him promoted, after wards the sergeant died and he recieved another promotion.

After his term was served he came back and worked for about a day or two of his friends job before resigning up and extending his term. They put him into deniable operations, the things no one knew of. During that time he was registered as KIA. Killed In Action, it broke his family's heart.

His divorced parents seperately committed suicide, because he was their legacy. They were now too old to do anything about their lives which were now meaningless to them. He didn't get to know until after his new term was up which he had gotten a degree in sociology, psychology, and philosophy to try and understand his enemies better.

He decided the only thing left was to teach, he was getting old for the job he was doing although he was still among the best of the best. He figured he'd have to figure out whether to commit suicide himself or move on. He chose Shifter Academy as a temporary refuge and to see if life was still worth living for or if anyone was worth living for.

...connecting human to animal

[One Paragraph Minimum]
His survival instincts shine through here, a fox is something that is known for being clever, unorthodox, lethal, solitary, and hard to kill. All of which he is, why wouldn't he be these things? He is almost like walking death as it is. Although the whole solitary thing fits him he doesn't seem to mind the strange looks people give him considering that he's one of the many smaller mammals and less lethal by itself.

...literacy

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Murazar wasn't all to happy tonight, in fact he was quite angry and had nothing to vent his frustrations on. Not only was he confused about his feelings over various matters, he also was hungry which didn't help matters either. At the moment he was simply roaming a random countryside after making a portal to travel there faster. He normally did not do that and preferred riding in or on something. He hated the blankness despite it being faster and very short of the ability.

He was however dressed in his normal military battle fatigues mean't for a forest which was perfect for the area around him. Although he didn't need it, the clothes were comfortable and the two large pistols at his waist helped out. It felt comfortable like a second skin he didn't want to lose even though he didn't need any of it. Everything had their uses after all, even him despite him being confused as to what to do about his feelings. He had to do something, but what?

He at the moment sensed through the area searching for something to eat, he needed to feed and the country was far better than a city. It wasn't that he didn't like people knowing what he was. It was rather he was the secretive type, rule five of the black ops division he invented. Leave no trace on the way in or out. He forgot that rule a few times, and depending on the situation and where it didn't apply. Such as now he sensed a vampire preparing to feed on a unwary couple.

That was lowlife, scum, he'd rather not feed on them but he needed to eat and he was going to kill this vampire and absorb him either way. Of course he'd listen to him and try to negotiate before doing so, he didn't have time to waste to just run there despite being incredibly faster than almost any living thing around. Almost, there were a few species faster but those were more rare than he was if not as much.

He opened up a portal in the back porch of the dimly lit house. He heard a scream and instinctively jumped up to the second floor smashing through the window and into the room that apparently the family was together in as the other vampire just bashed through the door. Everything seemed to freeze as everyone stared at each other or the humans cried while the man got up as if to defend them. Murazar gave the man a stare that overall made the man back down and stay near his family.

The other vampire lunged in a quick motion towards murazar not really catching him off guard since almost all the time this was the reaction he got from immature vampires to young and rash to understand diplomacy. He used a quick technique of his personal Close Quarters Combat technique to apprehend the far weaker vampire easily... Well easily at first no technique was useful at holding one of those creatures down. Murazar had to keep a strong hold over the creature before pulling out with his free hand a huge black pistol and putting the barrel to the teenage looking vampires head now that a little more light from the moon filled the room.

Murazar spoke calmly, but with a authoritive voice that commanded obedience and his eyes showed that he expected it one way or the other. He spoke shortly to the humans in a germanic accent his tone serious." You childeren better leave, I must punish this young one here. Please leave and clean up your house in the morning. Be thankful to be alive, be thankful I bothered to come with the intention of not harming you."

He heard the vampire spit foreward and laugh in a sort of manic way before screaming outloud for a moment." I'll kill you, and then i'll kill them. Not you or anyone can stop my thirst!" In a second as he heard the humans go down the stairs of their house murazar pulled the trigger of his pistol. The vampire moved his head and in a flash tried to make a grab for his pistol. Murazar moved his hand to the kiddos shoulder while grabbing his arms and crushing the forearm in his hand before tearing the kids jugular veins out.

He spoke softly still a abnormal calm." You'll taste like trash, but even trash keeps me alive." Murazar then holstered his pistol before slamming his fangs into the ripped open river of blood. A haze filled his eyes that felt like a dream, a dream he had to fight off every time he drank his fill. He hated it, but the dream felt so good despite it being a horrible thing that he felt like just giving into the dream. Just to drink more blood and continue it. He halted and controlled himself, letting the husk of a vampire drop before it died, he didn't even bother to pay attention to it before leaving out the window this time wiping his mouth clean and simply content to walk.
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