Player: Wolfy Wet Furr

Link: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/wolfywetfurr/

Character Name: Zeal Yen Alacrity

Age: 12

Sex: Male

Species: Maned Wolf/Puma

Height/Weight: 5'9 172lb's

Social Status: UniClass

Physical Description: Body: The average onlooker with out knowledge of his genetic heritage would likely mistake him for being a few years older. With the slightly predominant form of his mothers slight and tall frame accompanied by his fathers powerful & agile build along with thicker fur, the young male has the genetic composition of a creature built to take the night in ‘stride’ making the most of very little. Though he often dose not take full advantage of this. His head, is perhaps among the more perplexing parts of his body.

The flat head and stout muzzle of his feline father and the narrow design of his wolven mother seeming to meet in the middle. His ears, tail and over all body melds the two species together in a similar manor to that of his head.

His fur pattern like his body bares noticeable resemblance to both his parents. His over all coat a lavish mix of shining tans with under tones of vibrant reds. His long leg and heavy paws covered in black fur that fades up the back of his thighs as well as his hands and arms fading at his shoulders.

A soft cream white chin, chest and belly soften the other wise intense color scheme of his body. His eyes, one of emerald and one of amethyst, look out over his darker muzzle.

Clothes & Accessories:
Casually seen in a red plaid shirt and dull green cargo pants, he obviously has little care for fashion statements. Some small details that could be found on closer observation would be a yo-yo clipped to his brown belt, a pair of chopsticks peeking out from one of his pants pockets, and a pair of ear plugs in his front shirt pocket.

Contained with in his cargo pants and perhaps noticeable as slight lumps in his pants pockets is a small pouch of gumballs as well as another pouch of Jacks (as in the old game with little mettle objects and a bouncy ball). Around his neck hangs a simple necklace with a small cylinder that is a concealed whistle.


Background: His father, the puma, stayed only long enough to see the birth of his son before leaving. Zeal’s mother her self did not object to this however and the two parents parted on good terms. The two having naturally independent natures they needed very little contact with each other and lived separately. Though living at mid level proved difficult, the mother made sure to do well for their shared son. Both parents maintained good attitudes during the dark oppressive times they all lived in and beyond that seemed to take it in stride. Both parents took great comfort in the darkness. Though the father spent very little time with his wife or there son in actuality. He did well on his own, visiting his family once every other few months or so when ever circumstances permitted him to. Each visit he would play a few card games with his son or teach him the use of fire arms using the heavy revolver he normally had on him when he visited. Then the father would spend roughly fifteen minutes or so with Zeals mom in her room. Zeal never knew why.

The mother stayed at mid level for the purpose of mating and remained there to raise her son. It would be considered a poor choice to rear young but she saw other wise. As a Maned Wolf, she spared very little time in starting the training of her son. Acting as his tutor, she began teaching him to speak and scavenge when he was young. Even though it proved most difficult considering the hazardous streets and the fact that Zeal was still very young, she knew it was important that she though him all she could as fast as possible. Though so as to not burn out the child to much, she took time to teach him how to dance as a way to help him wind down after each of his lessons. Giving him variety as best she could, his mother taught him styles of dance from the fun acrobatic, to the more disciplined style of dance that often included the swirling of batons and or long ribbons, as well as slow dance styles that were more soothing.

Zeal himself is the brilliant product of his sharp mother’s tutelage and training accented by his fathers occasional prodding. Raised in the OuterClass slums, Zeal was content with very little. Living mostly off of street scraps, he would look forward to the times his mother would make one of her great tomato stews from the small indoor garden made possible by sun lamps run by a small generator along with old composted scraps. Though he had a taste for meat, he often did with out it.

At age nine, the boy was capable of what would take nineteen years for most and had grown to be quite familiar with the forbidding nature of midcity life. It was explained to him by both his parents that he would be leaving them just after his tenth birthday. Though he knew he would miss his parents he looked forward to the transition.
During the fallowing year, Zeal’s mother gave him a pair of tesla gloves as a reward for doing so well during the past years of training. Never seeing anything like them before, the boy inquired only to be told that she has had them since before he was born and now wanted him to have them.

When the day came he was introduced to a new family that his parents had arranged via means un-known to him to adopt him.
The new family consisted of UniClass hybrids who took in Zeal and provided him with food, shelter, and clothing and had him integrated into the schooling system after going through the appropriate measures to have him registered. The new parents taking a hands off approach.

Though he privately strongly disagreed with many of the views that we taught in politic related classes, he excelled in most his studies often scoring just above average. Taking a particular interest in dancing over most classes, some of the teachers suspected him of ‘Not performing to his full potential.’ This was primarily due to his mother’s teachings ‘Do well, but stay out of direct attention.’ Along with the fact he simply did not like most of the lessons provided.

It was not too long before he found himself in the company of students much older than himself who did not know just how young he really was and out of respect, the adult that knew did not tell. He did well in the beautiful confines of Toride. But it did not take long for him to grow tired of the place. It was just too good for him. An ignorant dreamland that has turned its face from the reality outside.

He soon began to miss the dark and imposing mid level. The dreams he began to have did nothing to comfort him in this bright place he now lived in.


Personality: His life in the Midcity made him cautious and taught him many things he would rather not voice. Light often has mild effects of depression on his body making him seem tired most of the time. His true colors show when in the dark. Depending on circumstances, Zeal’s personality can show some of his mother’s wild and sharp traits or his father’s rough and cold characteristics. Though most often he is easy going and delights in being in the company of others for short periods of time.



Weapons/Equipment:

-A pen that doubles as concealed blade that is useless in any real combat. Would only be discovered if opened and works as normal pen; the sort of cheep thing that could be found in hobby shops that sell decorative/unconventional blades.

-A pair of Tesla Gloves (Usually kept in pockets)