09-02-2020, 02:21 AM
THE BAREKNUCKLE BRAWLER
I don't wanna be ignored
[size=9px]( coyote ; two months ; typhoon minnow )
When I'm a gun in a fistfight[/SIZE]
[size=9px]( coyote ; two months ; typhoon minnow )
When I'm a gun in a fistfight[/SIZE]
"Dhat all ya got." A broken mess of slurred syllables rolling forth into one another that which adorned bloodied lips, harsh the manner fist dragged along split flesh. Loose within their precarious placement felt teeth bearded in a mockery of joy, unsteady each stumbling step, braced against coarse support brick wall offered. "Com on ya fucker, 'it me' gan if ya ain't no bloody coward."
Name — Butch Townley-Philips
- stereotypically masculine
Nicknames — Bo
Identity — cis male
- unlikely to change
Orientation — straight
- will begin to figure things out as a teen
Coyote
- chimera
- somewhat bad vision, few know this and tends to hide it
It may be somewhat of a misdirection to deem the child unique, though fitting the term in a certain manner, more a spectacle that warrents witnessing to believe
Thin as a twig. A phrase often attributed to those upon the smaller side, such does not quite encompass everything Butch is. Even as a child it becomes abundantly clear he is not one of brawn, much of him made seemingly of leg, lanky in a fashion that makes him awkward even to look upon. Unfortunate than the matter of his overly large features in comparison, time unkind as paws and ears simply stay a tad too large for the whole, an endearing sort of quality as a youngster but more odd as he ages. Yet he takes it all in stride, best to look to the riches of the future over wallowing over the unchangeable of the past
Saving grace may be that over top, a coat thick and fine, or, at least, would be had he not a poor habit of chewing upon himself. For the most part he is kept pristine, the beginning of an image conscious future though downplayed in youth as thrill is deemed more important than good looks, presentable if not immaculate. The colouration is where the discrepancy may be found, monochrome hues blended into one in a show that he is not one but two. Majority is pitch, a black that mimics that of one father though the other is lacking, reduced to small areas. Creeping grey works along right side in uneven, broken smears, where wrist joints are located a soft brown fading in for temporary control, joining with white that decorates underside where it can. Uneven too that of face, a jagged splash of grey working along cheek and muzzle, ridge if brow barely touched before it is replaced again, nose also split in uneven fashion, grey bearing a soft pink while black boasts with the dark shade
The face may well be where his unique beauty draws to an end. Long and angular in all his muzzle tapers off into a sharp nose, below cracked and well bitten the lips seemingly drawn up into a permanent sneer or grin, dependent on his own mood, the illusion broken. Singular the tooth that peeks out, over-long where it sits atop chin, a snaggletooth as it were. Pronunciation of certain sounds is impeded by this odd little addition, but he does not mind it, has even spoken of desiring to make it sparkle like gold. Wide eyed and bright even in days of innocent, if he is allowed any that is, his eyes are expressive in a manner his face tends not to be, if one can catch him in the right light at least. Whiskey brown in hue they are as dark as they come lacking sufficient back lighting, yet with it they seem almost the colour of honey, a warm golden brown, though their lack of proper vision has necessitates the donning of stolen glasses
The challenger
- charismatic, astute, independent, decisive
- self centered, deceptive, confrontational, proud
- addictive personality
jerkass / heel-face revolving door / hair trigger temper / deadpan snarker / even evil has standards
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Name — Butch Townley-Philips
- stereotypically masculine
Nicknames — Bo
Identity — cis male
- unlikely to change
Orientation — straight
- will begin to figure things out as a teen
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Coyote
- chimera
- somewhat bad vision, few know this and tends to hide it
It may be somewhat of a misdirection to deem the child unique, though fitting the term in a certain manner, more a spectacle that warrents witnessing to believe
Thin as a twig. A phrase often attributed to those upon the smaller side, such does not quite encompass everything Butch is. Even as a child it becomes abundantly clear he is not one of brawn, much of him made seemingly of leg, lanky in a fashion that makes him awkward even to look upon. Unfortunate than the matter of his overly large features in comparison, time unkind as paws and ears simply stay a tad too large for the whole, an endearing sort of quality as a youngster but more odd as he ages. Yet he takes it all in stride, best to look to the riches of the future over wallowing over the unchangeable of the past
Saving grace may be that over top, a coat thick and fine, or, at least, would be had he not a poor habit of chewing upon himself. For the most part he is kept pristine, the beginning of an image conscious future though downplayed in youth as thrill is deemed more important than good looks, presentable if not immaculate. The colouration is where the discrepancy may be found, monochrome hues blended into one in a show that he is not one but two. Majority is pitch, a black that mimics that of one father though the other is lacking, reduced to small areas. Creeping grey works along right side in uneven, broken smears, where wrist joints are located a soft brown fading in for temporary control, joining with white that decorates underside where it can. Uneven too that of face, a jagged splash of grey working along cheek and muzzle, ridge if brow barely touched before it is replaced again, nose also split in uneven fashion, grey bearing a soft pink while black boasts with the dark shade
The face may well be where his unique beauty draws to an end. Long and angular in all his muzzle tapers off into a sharp nose, below cracked and well bitten the lips seemingly drawn up into a permanent sneer or grin, dependent on his own mood, the illusion broken. Singular the tooth that peeks out, over-long where it sits atop chin, a snaggletooth as it were. Pronunciation of certain sounds is impeded by this odd little addition, but he does not mind it, has even spoken of desiring to make it sparkle like gold. Wide eyed and bright even in days of innocent, if he is allowed any that is, his eyes are expressive in a manner his face tends not to be, if one can catch him in the right light at least. Whiskey brown in hue they are as dark as they come lacking sufficient back lighting, yet with it they seem almost the colour of honey, a warm golden brown, though their lack of proper vision has necessitates the donning of stolen glasses
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The challenger
- charismatic, astute, independent, decisive
- self centered, deceptive, confrontational, proud
- addictive personality
jerkass / heel-face revolving door / hair trigger temper / deadpan snarker / even evil has standards
code by Reggan