Race: 100% Human
(Though cursed with divine magics)

Eyes: Amber
Hair: Deep red
Build: Athletic
Sex: Male
Class: Brawler (Not Monk) / Former Rogue

^^^^^DISCLAIMER^^^^^
I don't meta. That is using ooc info to my ic advantage, and I expect the same. As well my characters have imperfections, flaws, weaknesses, ect. I don't mind losing, but I'm not going to do it on a consistent basisfor no other reason than because your character fancies him / herself godlike. I am more than fair, even rolling d20's instead of stats / skills / ect to rp on fair ground with lower lvl players. If any of the previous statements disagree with you, my rp style and yours will more than likely clash.

*****Cat Form*****
A thin and mangy looking black alley cat with one eye wanders up to you, it's tail bears two crooks near the end of it, making it look odd when it swishes about the air. Despite it's piteous look, it seems incredibly friendly, and not shy in the slightest. If you interact with it you'll find that it seems quite intelligent, seeming to know at least a few words of common speech. If you were to pet it, you would It's amber eyes watching you warmly as you take note of it. Were it not for the collar around it's neck that reads "Tibels. Owned by Eruanna Queen Of The Streets", one might guess that it has not had anyone to care for it in some time, probably living off what it can catch in the city streets, and the scraps offered by the generousity of strangers. It looks a bit worse for wear, always appearing hungry, skinny and filthy from the streets it calls home.

*****Human Form*****
A mischievous glint strikes from this man, his thin frame often postured lackadaisically, seemingly without a care in the world and looks as though a strong breeze might carry him off. Though you don't imagine he would mind if it did. His hands are incredibly deft, often trailing an old tarnished coin down his knuckles quickly only to have it vanish moments later from his hands, even the most skilled archer having trouble keeping track of where it had gone, even the most skilled mage wondering if he missed him canting a spell vanishing it away to Gods no where. He wears what was at one point a lavish and expensive looking overcoat, but has since fallen into disrepair. The stitching that runs along it bearing the mark of frequent repair.It's hodgepodge shape does not detract from it's luster however, the coat of many colors bearing a heavy mix of various fabrics and materials.  An observant eye would notice the odd black fur lining the interior of the coat. And even a druid or ranger couldn't say from what animal it might have come from, though it in part looked to be from a black panther of sorts. A skilled thief might detect the myriad of hidden pockets hidden within the coat as a breeze would catch, carefully stolen away within the seams and stitchings, and several concealed lockpicks within the palms of his gloves, sewn into the very fabric. The air about him carries the scent of spice and cinnamon, with a note of smoky cherry. A long stemmed church warden hangs within his coat, ornately carved, shaped, and decorated. The bowl ofwhich was made to look like a dragon, and when smoked it would look as if blowing smoke skyward. And then you notice that he wears an eye patch over his left eye, the strap bearing odd arcane markings down it's satiny length, the patch itself bearing occult symbols in gold embroidery that you cannot decipher. He takes notice of your observance, returning a smile to you with a smoky, dark toned chuckle, folding his arms with a smirk and winking with his warm amber eye, the orange and reddish tones displayed brilliantly, like a warm sunset on the other side, just as you return the glace. His nature is incredibly friendly and inviting, and were it not for the eye patch he has the sort of face you could have sworn you'd seen several times over. His face animated and reactive, his smile heartwarming, his smirk daunting. You try and remember but you can't recall exactly where you've seen it before.

Fox's right arm bears a tattoo of a large stalwart looking kite shield with a bold cross set upon it, splitting the shield into four sectors. The shield is marred, scarred and battered but struck one as just as effective. Upon the lower two sects of the shield was a whirling banner with the word perseverance in handwritten scrawl pitched across it. Above the banner taking up the majority of the shield was a panther's head, displayed from the side during what seemed a deep battle growl, fangs beared and snarling. The piece is in black and white with fanciful work of shading and bold outlines. The eyes of the panther are the only colored element of the piece..a brilliant Sunbright yellow hiding with in the intricate shading and skin tones.

Fawkes now wears a necklace with what appears to be several shark teeth hung from it around his neck.