"Life is a full time job, and death is the retirement. I don't plan on retiring early."

Player: Overwatch

Character Name: Krendius Berriger

Age: 20

Sex: Male

Species: Red Fox

Height & Weight: 5'2" , moderately slim build.

Social Status: Outer Class

Physical Description:
The fox himself is quite small, barely hitting the five-foot-two mark, but his well built for one of his size and breed. His own pride culminates in his attempts to keep himself at least mildly presentable. Kren's eyes are a light brown tinged with golden flecks. His fur for the most part is a soft rust-red typical of most foxes, as is the black markings running from elbow to pawtip, knee to toe. The white patch covering most of his front runs from crotch to chin, and is the same silky texture as the rest of his fur. His headfur is the same bleach-white as his chest.


Kren's dress is typical of someone who just wants to blend in and survive in the cold streets. Brown herringbone-twill pants, leather strips of assorted colors from black to brown wrapped around his digitigrade legs up to his knees, and a broad leather belt with a steel buckle and studs make up the lower half of his wardrobe, while his slim upper body his covered with a long-sleeved gray jacket (with hazard-orange cuffs, shoulder-boards, and collar) and a brown bomber style leather jacket, for basic protection whilst out and about. Sometimes he wears a M43 styled cap similar to those worn by the Anselion military, difference being that his is a brown twill rather then black synthwool.

The fox's voice is somewhat soft, carrying the typical working class Anselionite accent-mix of Germanic and Anglic. He is also bi-lingual, speaking both of his home-nation's languages.

Background:
Born into the Berriger family of Anselion, Kren's memories of his former home are naught be fleeting images of harsh life in a colony-nation at war. Fleeing the capital city of Tyraheim during the Shin-Saiue siege of 16 ECE two years after his birth, the Berriger family traveled from nightlands outpost to outpost, small convoy little more then old halftracks packed with the remnants of Anselion's former citizens. Roughly three years after the invasion of Anselion, members of the capital convoy merged with one of the many groups migrating to Einheit, the Berriger family among them. When news of Operation Boreas hit the Berriger family, they were devastated, their true home was gone. Feeling alone and abandoned, the family took up residence in the small canine-dominant ethnic neighborhood that held the remaining Anselion refugees, struggling to make a living and support their family...

Krendius is no exception. He would prefer honest work, but it's hard to come by. Now he spends his time either planning ways to make money, or trying his damnedest to get them to work. Mostly it's petty stuff, pickpocketing here, a little scavenging there, maybe even a burglary. Generally he gets what he wants and makes a break for it, having only been caught once. That mistake is one he'll never repeat, pickpocketing a bouncer at one of the seedy undercity brothels, resulting in the lash scarring on his shoulders and back. Lessons cut into him, the Undercity way. Such scars are usually hidden under his clothing, and even in warmer indoor environs he wears his scarf to hide his marks of shame. A far darker money making scheme is in the works though: Drug dealing. After pickpocketing a vial of Kitrazite pills, he sold them to a fence for the largest sum of money he's ever made off of one thing, and that's saying something. Now he's become intrigued, if he can make that much with so little work he could live a decent life for himself, maybe even get into something bigger... so far, it's all just dreaming and planning though.

Recently, he's shown a obsession with music, trading for, stealing, or buying it whenever he can. Mainly his tastes lay in Industrial, specifically in Aggrotech, EBM, and similar genres. Where he got this obsession, he doesn't know, but at any rate it's caused him to frequent the Niflheim more and more, and putting a strain on his increasingly thin wallet.

Personality:
Kren may be a lowlife thief in some ways, but he doesn't like to think of himself like that. He tends to think for himself or his friends, if he doesn't know you then it's not his business. Generally cheery around friends and quite businesslike (if somewhat laid-back) around potential employers. Amongst strangers, especially non-canines, he's somewhat quiet, but is by no means unapproachable. At his highs he loves a good party and close friends, at his lows he's bitter and solitary. The shades of grey in between are always in flux from moment to moment... you can never tell with Kren.

Weapons/Equipment:
Spring-loaded wrist Katar in his right sleeve, razor-edge sharp and well cared for.

Ice pick, small collapsible, very durable, and easily concealable.

Backpack with assorted personal possessions (Music discs, thief's tools, heavy jacket, small bag with money, climbing equipment, chemical light sticks, flashlight, snacks, other things.)

ARK-M G10 Snowbike, tracked vehicle mounted with a side-car. Old Colonial surplus, painted white and orange. Drivable on both snow and pavement, runs well.