Post by Voltaire Vermillion on Jun 24, 2015 17:51:01 GMT -6
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VOLTAIRE VERMILLION
VOLTAIRE VERMILLION
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THE BASICS
THE BASICS
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full name: voltaire ontaro vermilion[break]
nick name(s): volt[break]
member group: movie[break]
persona: mr. fox[break][break]
birthday: april 8th, 1896[break]
age: 4 in fox years (looks 24)[break]
gender: male [break]
orientation: heterosexual[break][break]
face claim: stephen lunsford
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full name: voltaire ontaro vermilion[break]
nick name(s): volt[break]
member group: movie[break]
persona: mr. fox[break][break]
birthday: april 8th, 1896[break]
age: 4 in fox years (looks 24)[break]
gender: male [break]
orientation: heterosexual[break][break]
face claim: stephen lunsford
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ROLE PLAY
ROLE PLAY
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The celebration after the victory over the wretched false Queen of Narnia lasted days on end. The talking beasts, and yes, even some wild beasts, were welcome in the grand hall of the new Kings and Queens. King Peter and Edmund and Queen Susan and Susie were sat upon their thrones and the animals and mythologicals alike could not have been happier or more content. Even more so was the young fox that sat in the midst of his friends, Mr. and Mrs. Beaver. Mr. Fox, as he was rightfully called, did not hold it against the older beaver from his mistrust in days before. He was not unaccustomed to the suspicions of others, especially to those of the pray folk. Being a civilized beast, Fox did like his taste of occasional mouse but only of the (pardon) 'stupid' kind. He would never lay paw on a talking beast and even more, he could not think to have joined the ranks of those in the Ice Queen's reign.[break][break]
His fur bristled in the mere thought of being in the presence of her or her nasty servants such as that troll or her wolf pack. He remembered (not kindly) of their treatment of him those days before he was turned to stone. Only temporarily, of course. Other-wise, how could he have been standing here in the presence of such nobility and honor? He did his part in the rebellion just as any other beast did, and he was proud. Of course, he was not so proud of the lying he had to do in the process. Being a fox, of course it was in his nature to lie, cheat and gamble. In his younger days (not too far ago) he had been such the type, but as he grew older into his young adult years (as it were, 4 years was about that time for a creature in Narnia to get up in years!), he realized his foolishness. Of course, that did not mean Mr. Fox out-grew his playful antics nor his witty comments.[break][break]
"Dear Mr. Beaver, might you pass the bread?" He asked with a glint in his eyes.[break][break]
"Certainly Mr. Fox! ... Hmm, strange for you to be having bread without any toppings?" He replied with a twist of his whiskers.[break]
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"How silly of me! Well, you had butter pass the jam while you're at it." He stated with a nod. This got a few small giggles from the surrounding crowd, which, for Mr. Beaver, went too far (as usual).[break][break]
"Now wait here, what are you up to Fox?" He asked, holding the jam back.[break][break]
"Not a thing, not a thing! I think butter of it than to say other-wise." Mr. Fox replied, feeling himself start to chuckle as the beaver became increasingly conscious of a possible trick.[break]
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"I never will understand your jokes Fox!"[break][break]
The celebration after the victory over the wretched false Queen of Narnia lasted days on end. The talking beasts, and yes, even some wild beasts, were welcome in the grand hall of the new Kings and Queens. King Peter and Edmund and Queen Susan and Susie were sat upon their thrones and the animals and mythologicals alike could not have been happier or more content. Even more so was the young fox that sat in the midst of his friends, Mr. and Mrs. Beaver. Mr. Fox, as he was rightfully called, did not hold it against the older beaver from his mistrust in days before. He was not unaccustomed to the suspicions of others, especially to those of the pray folk. Being a civilized beast, Fox did like his taste of occasional mouse but only of the (pardon) 'stupid' kind. He would never lay paw on a talking beast and even more, he could not think to have joined the ranks of those in the Ice Queen's reign.[break][break]
His fur bristled in the mere thought of being in the presence of her or her nasty servants such as that troll or her wolf pack. He remembered (not kindly) of their treatment of him those days before he was turned to stone. Only temporarily, of course. Other-wise, how could he have been standing here in the presence of such nobility and honor? He did his part in the rebellion just as any other beast did, and he was proud. Of course, he was not so proud of the lying he had to do in the process. Being a fox, of course it was in his nature to lie, cheat and gamble. In his younger days (not too far ago) he had been such the type, but as he grew older into his young adult years (as it were, 4 years was about that time for a creature in Narnia to get up in years!), he realized his foolishness. Of course, that did not mean Mr. Fox out-grew his playful antics nor his witty comments.[break][break]
"Dear Mr. Beaver, might you pass the bread?" He asked with a glint in his eyes.[break][break]
"Certainly Mr. Fox! ... Hmm, strange for you to be having bread without any toppings?" He replied with a twist of his whiskers.[break]
[break]
"How silly of me! Well, you had butter pass the jam while you're at it." He stated with a nod. This got a few small giggles from the surrounding crowd, which, for Mr. Beaver, went too far (as usual).[break][break]
"Now wait here, what are you up to Fox?" He asked, holding the jam back.[break][break]
"Not a thing, not a thing! I think butter of it than to say other-wise." Mr. Fox replied, feeling himself start to chuckle as the beaver became increasingly conscious of a possible trick.[break]
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"I never will understand your jokes Fox!"[break][break]
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