Taenil Fournier

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Taenil Fournier
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: Valorail
  • Nicknames: Tae; Tae-Tae; Princess
  • Race: Canine (Wolf)
  • Class: Upper Class
  • Alignment: Angelic Good
  • Character Type: Effeminate, Gifted, Gentle
  • Age: 27
  • Size: Average
  • Body Type: Slender and Strong
  • Height: 5 Foot 11 Inches
  • Weight: 143 Pounds
  • Complexion: Beautiful
  • Hair: Blonde
  • Eyes: Emerald
  • Handedness: Left-Handed
  • Scars: None
  • Personality: Kind; Loving; Tender
  • Mannerisms: Gives care, Nurses others to health
  • Likes: Dresses, Pink objects, Cute things, Perogies
  • Dislikes: Violence, Arrogence, Death, Destruction
  • Orientation: Straight

• Memoirs of Past and Present

  From birth...
  
  Taenil was always a special one. He was the second born child, and yet he was the first boy. His mother and father, however, saw him differently. His mother, a demon, and his father, a time-renowned warrior, and yet this child was...Different. He held no traits of either parent, or so it seemed. He held an appearance of an ancestor, his grandmother, and was of pure blood. With a small tuft of shimmering blonde hair, and bright cream fur, with the tribal markings of his mother, he was obviously of unique birth. His family did not willing to have him tread the same path his father did, so he was raised as a normal girl, and given the same treatment and care that one would normally recieve.
  
  However, that was not the life he was meant to lead, as fate would have it. As he entered his teens, he showed a shockingly adept sense of strength, despite his frail, feminine physique, much like his father, as well as having the unquenchable thirst for vengence when someone has wronged him, the same as his mother. Before long, he was watching his father fight, sitting on the sidelines in one of many of his favorite pink dresses, appearing to just be spectating, although those weren't his intentions. He wanted to fight. Not however, like his father had, at the drop of a hat.
  
  His anger was first evoked when his mother went missing, when he was eighteen. His father didn't seem to be worried, but he was, muchly. He had no weapon at the time to symbolize him, so he went to his grandfather in the hopes of aquiring one. It was then, that he realized he couldn't appear to him as he did now, as he would most likely never recieve anything from him if he appeared weak. He dressed in a casual male attire, an outfit he dreaded, however it would mask his feminine grace, long enough to have a weapon forged by his grandfathers' hand.
  
  He aquired Ogama. A momento from the far past that his grandfather held from his younger days, when he challenged many warriors from rival countries. He promptly left his grandparents' abode, and took off on a journey, once again in his favorite dress, the one his mother gave him. He scours the world in search of his mother, and most recently, his father, who has also gone missing, his rage only provoked when someone speaks ill of his family...Or ruins one of his dresses.
  
  Occasionally, he'll take a reprieve from his search, to sightsee, and gain new views on the world, as well as make new friends, and learn new things, life lessons that he couldn't learn with his family. After two years, he's still the soft-hearted, feminine male he used to be, and will rarely, yet potently take in others to teach them of his ways, if he finds them in need of a better life. So far, he has found plenty in the place known as The Slave Market, and spends his time making better those lives, which were ruined at the cruel hands of fate.
  
  Time has given him his parents back, as one day his mother returned from her disappearance, with the close following of his father. He overjoyed on this day, and honestly, was even more ecstatic when they'd found his sister, who had gone missing a month before. The only thing that topped his happiness for finding his family, was that they'd returned to him bearing a gift; a new dress! He of course was upset that he'd accepted such a gift, but he couldn't contain his glee at the sight of it.
  
  With the passing of time, he has grown to sigh at the vision that Furcadia had become. With each day, he notices change, though not for the better. Although there is less struggling, it is in the wrong places; Slaves he'd once seen despising their entrapment, now enjoying, embracing, and loving their positions. Sex, lust, and fervent prayers for the action of mating have become commonplace, and he feels there is no need for his help. However, with time, there is still hope for him, that he can still help others who desire a positive change.
  
  A lot of time has passed in Taenil's life, and many events have come and gone. The most noticible one being he's still all alone in the world. Mommy and Daddy aren't around much, and his sister even less, and without them around, he's become slightly depressed. He's grown very close to his favorite plushie wolf, Izumie, and she holds a big piece of his heart. He holds hope in a few people, namely a young, wild-spirited woman, Veme; and a close friend, Lyris Kyre. They make his life that much more special, but he finds himself oftentimes confused between the two, upon which he wants to try getting closer to.
  
  His days of caregiving to slaves seem numbered, as not many anymore appear to be detesting their place in life, and even moreso, are enjoying it. It boils his blood a little, to think of the poor state of the world he lives in, but he will never give up on his romantic dream to beautify the planet, one person at a time.
  
  PRESENT DAY
  
  He spends his time at the market of slaves day in and day out, tending to them and trying his best to give them a happy existance, for as long as he can, until they are taken from him. It was at one point in time when he'd found one who was endangered...Threatened. Her very life was dwindling away. He took her in, this...Mystical creature. A mix of mythic fae and classic canine, she was imprisoned; captured by the guards. He couldn't allow her to waste away inside of a pen. Bringing her home, he acquired more than just a friend in this beautiful woman from a faraway land. Over time, they shared laughter and joy, tears and sadness, and between them, they healed one another. They became a whole. They reside together currently as lovers, mates...This womans name is...Manami!

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• Basic statistics (Max. 255)

  STR	176	INT	157
  DEX	182	WIS	153
  CON	162	CHA	209

• Description

  27-year old Taenil Tishiro Fournier was mostly a perfect feminine figure, other than the brutally large weapon-like object behind his back that he did his best to conceal. He was wearing a gift from his mother, consisting of a mostly pink lolita dress, with frilly lining along the edges and white lace patterning it. White lace-and-ribbon trimmed stockings and cute mary jane shoes finished his feminine look. His claws were painted a bright pink, and his seemingly glowing blonde hair swayed quite close to his rear. [Slave caregiver][Whisper-Friendly][Guard@SM][STRAIGHT MALE] http://www.freewebs.com/taenil-fournier/ has an in-depth description of him, with pictures, and more!