Lance Rayvis

Race: Beastfolk
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Height: 6'1"
Affiliation: Civilian

CL 1
0 GP
0 Credits

-Accuracy: 0
-Reflexes: 3
-Combat Feats: 0 (0 points)
--Feat one
-Zoid Points: 2



The first thing one would no doubt notice regarding Lance's appearance is the jet-black fur that covers most of his body. The second, perhaps, might be the areas where the fur turns dark grey around the tips of his vulpine ears, the end of his bushy tail, and along most of his chest and chin. The third thing one might notice would be his crimson red eyes. Altogether, one would easily observe that Lance is, for all intents and purposes, a humanoid fox. His limbs and even hands are shaped like that of a human's, though his feet are something of a cross between a human's and a fox's. Overall, his body under the fur is fairly obviously fit but lean, strong and agile alike.

Oh, and lest one ever forget, his normal expression is a cheerful, closed-mouthed (because he's vaguely aware that his sharp teeth seem to freak some people out) grin.

In regards to clothing... nothing complex for him. A hooded vest left hanging open in front and simple pair of pants that accommodate his tail are the norm, and so far as he's concerned, he needs nothing more. No shoes, no gloves, no headwear besides the hood at such times as he even has it up, no sleeves... nothing. Simple and loose are his tastes in attire, and it always plainly shows, no matter where he is or what he's doing.



Cheerful. Dim. Erratic. Friendly.

Such are words that have been used to describe Lance, and every one would be completely accurate. Lacking knowledge of the world outside his little 'bubble' that was the Beastfolk Village in the so-called Wild Lands, he doesn't even seem to have much care for that fact, instead simply pressing forward however he might. 'Danger' is usually little more than a game for him, his behaviors are frequently unpredictable and follow a strange logic, if any at all, and when it comes to it... well, most of the time, he doesn't actually know what he's doing, simply deciding to do it. Somehow or other, he just feels like it'll work out.

Unfortunately, this tends to leave him with relatively few concepts to go off of, with one of those lacking being 'personal property.' What he wants, he tends to casually take, and while he seems to get somewhat depressed from the scolding or yelling that usually follows, he continues on with it anyway. One would, very rightfully, claim that by no means is Lance the brightest bulb among the lot, and indeed he's not, but he does occasionally surprise people with his ability to observe particular things. This, unfortunately, is fairly rare... but at least the fox tends to be so blindly cheerful and even optimistic that things tend to work out, in some way or other.



Born over a decade after the sudden influx of Zi's humans to Magna, Lance was always rather too young to be able to compare stories of how things used to be before the beastfolk were regulated largely to the 'Wild Lands' and the home they built for themselves there. He knew only that home from birth, and as such, there was little contact with humans save the occasional person that might come along. And conflicting were his teachings in that regard; while his father hated humanity for doing such a thing to the beastfolk, his mother still held a belief that they could, somehow and someday, get along.

In a way, both sides of the teaching set food in the young fox's mind... which meant, ultimately, that he hadn't a clue where he might stand. With the humans? Against them? For peace? For reclamation of what was theirs? All very valid questions... and all tossed completely out the window when he finally decided to just go his own way and see things for himself. The humans, these 'Zoids' that he occasionally caught glimpses of, this 'technology'... all of it. He needed to see it, and so, wordlessly, he left.

There was no particular goal in mind, no destination... even any means to an end had been thoughtlessly ignored in the planning stage, or rather lack thereof. He just felt he needed to see... something for himself, to get away from the constantly conflicting viewpoints. So he walked on, offering the occasional wild Zoid he came upon little notice or care and avoiding some of them as necessary. With no money and not a care in the world, he simply wandered, eventually finding himself on the island that held the people's 'Utopia.' Such was, he could only imagine, his real starting point on his road toward... whatever exactly it was he was looking for.

Ah well, he'd find it when it came up.

Probably.



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