A Victim of Voltaire

Pet Name: Voltaire
Owner: Whitefoxfire
Theme / Type: Inferno Ahbruis

Tricky Illusion

Level: 1
Hit Points: 4 / 4
Strength: 2
Defense: 2
Speed: 3
Intellect: 3
Misticpower: 1

Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0

Attached Weapons

Books Read

Books Read: None

Exotic Foods Eaten

Foods Eaten: 2/1254 [ View Foods ]

Vicious Vices

~'*

If you would have me love once more,
The blissful age of love restore;
From wine's free joys, and lovers' cares,
Relentless time, who no man spares,
Urges me quickly to retire,
And no more to such bliss aspire.
From such austerity exact,
Let's, if we can, some good extract;
Whose way of thinking with this age
Suits not, can ne'er be deemed a sage.
Let sprightly youth its follies gay,
Its follies amiable display;
Life to two moments is confined,
Let one to wisdom be consigned.
You sweet delusions of my mind,
Still to my ruling passion kind,
Which always brought a sure relief
To life's accurst companion, grief.

*'~

Real Name: unknown
Nick Name: Voltaire
Meaning:
-none

Age: Considers Himself Dead~ won't tell
Species: Kitsune
Gender: Male

Other:
"Illusive Illusions"

Appearance:

Quad
Fur: Black/dirty Brown
Eyes: Blue
Markings: Blue
Mutations: Long Fur/Mane
Build: Larger than Average
Height: 3' 7"
Weight: 61 lbs

Human
Hair: Medium; Black, Blue Tips
Eyes: Sky Blue
Complexion: Pale
Markings: Blue
Build: Average; Slightly Lean
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 167 lbs

Accessories:
Violet Heart-Shaped Pendant
Furry-Hooded Coat

Likes:
Creating Illusions
Being By Himself
Hiding
Stalking
Strawberry Cupcakes

Dislikes:
Being Seen
Being Called 'Short' or 'Cuter'
Bright Lights
Other Zoruas (fox demons)
Being Alone

Hobbies:
Hiding; Creating Illusions

Job: "Shadow Illusion"
Hired: June 15, 2010 at 12:06 pm

Roleplay Status:
Closed
Relationship Status:
Single, broken for a lost love~
Preference:
Females

Personality:
~/ Secretive / Rash / Quick-Tempered / Naive / Alone /~

An outcast to a very large clan, Voltaire abandoned his family at a young age when they tried to make him become something he didn't want to be. Growing up in the wild, he taught himself how to fend and care for himself, happy to be alone and living how he wanted. Then one day, he encountered a strange girl, who was, much like himself, different from her normal kind. Although he figured her to shun him just like his family had, she was simply seeking a friend and ended up bothering him longer than he expected her to. In the end, they became close friends; playing, hunting and just hanging out together was all they seemed to need. Voltaire was happy for once, this strange girl having brought him something he had been missing for some time; companionship.

However, it didn't last long. A year or so after Voltaire admitted his love for her, she went missing. No one knew where, why or how, leaving Voltaire to question if she had ran off with someone else; though why? they were planning on a family of their own, did she not feel the same deep love he felt for her? He refused to think that a option, and so, went with a more morbid line of reasoning; she must have died. It was definitely a lot easier to cope with.

However, he continued to look for, eventually deciding to make a deal with a few 'bad' people and getting a passage way to the afterlife. There, he saw a soul that looked much like the one he thought was his lost love; however, after using his own soul to revive her, he realized she was not who he had been looking for. Ashamed for his mistake, he left the stranger alone, leaving her in confusion as to how she got to where she was and why she couldn't leave; as since, if she left the region he could not, then they both would die. If she tries to leave, he will drag her back using his shadowy illusions. And if trouble should fall upon her that she cannot over come, he will aid in her rescue. Though, talk to her directly, he will not, he seems to be too shy, or perhaps scared to do so; being only socialized to a select few and not really knowing how to 'talk' with people.

Although he's stubborn in not wanting to approach her, Voltaire is caring, at least enough to not give up on life for the sake of this stranger. He is basically living only so she can live as well; a complete stranger he doesn't exactly plan on meeting.

Favorite Saying:
"......"

Family:
-disowned-

Acquaintances:
"You are one of the few people I trust... don't wrong that..."

".... Maybe you aren't that bad..."

"Hey Bally~ long time no see..."

To Be: Inferno Ahbruis?
Theme Song:

Pokemon Information
Species: Zorua
Nature: Naive ; Alert to sounds
Level: 1
HP: 12
Attack: 6
Defense: 6
Sp. Attack: 6
Sp. Defense: 5
Speed: 6
Ability: Illusion
Moves: Extrasensory, Dark Pulse, Foul Play, Aerial Ace, Nasty Plot, Night Daze (* = role play only)
Specialty: Speed
Weakness: Special Defense; Hatred towards bug-types

Voltaire is based off my Shiny Zorua on my Poke'mon Black Game.

~'*

Will you forever from me fly,
And must I joyless, friendless die?
No mortal e'er resigns his breath
I see, without a double death;
Who loves, and is beloved no more,
His hapless fate may well deplore;
Life's loss may easily be borne,
Of love bereft man is forlorn.
'Twas thus those pleasures I lamented,
Which I so oft in youth repented;
My soul replete with soft desire,
Vainly regretted youthful fire.
But friendship then, celestial maid,
From heaven descended to my aid;
Less lively than the amorous flame,
Although her tenderness the same.
The charms of friendship I admired,
My soul was with new beauty fired;
I then made one in friendship's train,
But destitute of love, complain.

*'~

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