Tarquin Lightfoot

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  • Name: Tarquin Lightfoot
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: Celticswynd
  • Nicknames: Tarqy, Tarq, Tar, Badger
  • Race: Canine
  • Class: P-38 pilot
  • Deity: Yaweh/Jesus Christ
  • Age: 26
  • Body Type: lean and lithe
  • Height: 5'6
  • Complexion: Grey fur
  • Hair: long, black with red "mourning streak"
  • Eyes: Brown
  • Handedness: Right handed
  • Scars: Burn scars across his back
  • Relationship Status: Widower
  • Personality: Depressed, mostly down to earth personality
  • Likes: Barbaque, Working on old airplanes and cars, flying, Cokeacola
  • Dislikes: The Japanise, "Little Miss Perfects" Homosexuals

• Biography

  He was at first, a crop duster, and on the off season, trained coonhounds for coon hunting. It was 1941, and in his opinion, everything was going great. He was going to marry his love, Ester, planning to pop the question on Christmas. He had the ring picked out at the local jeweler and everything. He was happy with life, and everything was going perfectly perfect. Up til December the 7th, at least. The news broadcast was loud and clear over the radio. "Japan bombed Pearl harbor!" The newspaper stands were speaking of things such as the US going to war with Japan. Bold headlines, front page news. Tarquin really did not want to go to the war, but he was drafted anyway. Things felt like they were going to Hell in a handbaskit, but at least he wasn't alone, his best friend, Ichabod was also drafted. Ichabod had to leave behind his family, and his children, to go to this war. They would be back in a year, Tarquin told himself. Then, he will marry Ester, and everything will be right again. Tarquin could never be more wrong. Guadalcanal was Hell, there was no honor in war, and this was no "Milk run." He witnessed Ichabod going down in flames, his P 51 Mustang a fireball as it went down. Tarquin made ace that night, but that didn't matter. He lost his friend, that was the only thing that mattered. The war drug on, and on his way to Iwo Jimma in 1944, Tarquin mysteriously dropped off of RADAR. He appeared in modern day America. It took some time to adjust, but he eveutally did. Finding out Ester died in 1951 in a flood, he was forced to move on. He met Oslo, a Masai warrior from Africa, and they fell in love. Married, and everything was going great again. Until weird things started to happen, his life was never the same since that day he disappeared from one time, to end up in another. His wife, and his childern died in a zombie attack. Since then, Tarq's life was on a downhill spiral, and his efforts to salvage what's left have been in vain. All of the women he met, were either Little Miss Perfects, or dissapeared when he found that rare genuine woman he felt he could settle down with again. He is on the verge of giving up.
  
  (OOC note: Tarquin is a racist and a homophobe. His Rper is neither.)