Michel "Mick" Fabron
| Age | 32 |
| Species | Fox |
| Build | Average height, thin build |
| Rank | None |
SKILLS:
| Physical | Mental | Social |
|---|---|---|
| Halberd [Trained] (2) | Chemistry/Ballistics [Seasoned] (4) | Deception [Proficient] (3) |
| Paw to paw combat [Trained] (2) | Skill [Rank] (Points) | Skill [Rank] (Points) |
| Dagger [Novice] (1) | Skill [Rank] (Points) | Skill [Rank] (Points) |
| Skill [Rank] (Points) | Skill [Rank] (Points) | Skill [Rank] (Points) |
| Total Points in Category: 5 | Total Points in Category: 4 | Total Points in Category: 3 |
DESCRIPTION:
Unassuming and altogether completely average-looking for a fox in his early thirties, Mick is the sort of beast who easily disappears in a crowd. Even alone, he seems to have an uncanny ability to blend in with a stark wall if he decides he does not want to be noticed. It is not that he is invisible, more so that he simply exudes an air of being so bland as to be completely beneath the need to be perceived. He wears nothing that makes him stand out, his off-white tunic, black vest, and brown trousers all of standard make. And the satchel he frequently carries? There is certainly nothing of interest in it, of course. Nobeast would care enough to first notice him and then even think to look in the worn, brown bag thrown over his shoulder.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born in Alkamar to a blacksmith and washervixen, Michel's early life was typical of a kit from a working, lower-middle class family. He was the middle child of five, often overlooked within his family, and frequently found himself wanting more than what could be offered by learning his father's trade. As a fox in the mustelid-majority population of Alkamar, there was little way for him to reach further in social class than where he had been born. This seemed to chafe him more than any of his siblings, and he found himself searching for ways to change what he saw as the unfair status quo for himself and his family. So, without sufficient funds to elevate himself into any type of higher education, he joined the army in hopes of learning skills and earning money that would allow him to elevate himself and his family to higher than the standard typically allotted for vulpines in Alkamar.
Within the ranks, and perhaps due to blacksmithing lessons from his father, he found he had a knack for applied chemistry. Though his combat skills never advanced much further beyond the basics, his superiors noted his keen interest and natural understanding of various chemical processes that were under experimentation for weapons advancements. Michel soon found himself on the forefront of Alkamarian explosives technology.
Simultaneously, he fell in with a close-knit group of foxes within the ranks who were as determined as he to create social change within Alkamar to elevate the fox species. Not only did they wish for equality with the mustelids, but some spoke of the potential to usurp the dominant position the mustelids held in society. Michel unquestioningly followed the more radical beasts in the group, the loyalty and closeness of their camaraderie--the sense of belonging to a family--something he had always desired. Even as they began to plan violent action against their own troops to make a statement, he offered his knowledge and access to explosive materials for the attack.
They were found out before they could commence their plan. Michel was one of the few who escaped arrest and execution. He fled Alkamar, going to the Imperium where he had heard rumors of a Vulpine Supremacist movement. When entering immigration in Bully Harbor he signed as "Mick" and claimed he was a refugee from persecution. Over time he worked to hide his Alkamarian accent, and he found the Supremacists he sought. They were keen to take him in, given his knowledge and skillset with explosives. He had found family again, and he was willing to do anything in his power to keep it with the hopes that, once they had gained enough traction in the Imperium, the Vulpine Supremacists could begin building a stronghold in Alkamar.
