The Beast (In The Iron Mask)
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| Age | 18 |
| Species | Fox |
| Pronouns | They/Them |
| Size (Extra Small, Small, Medium, Large, Extra Large) | Medium |
| Build | Skinny, somewhat malnourished. |
| Rank | N/A |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
The Beast is a scrawny tan colored fox wearing drab gray and black attire. Whether they are todd or vixen is indiscerable due to their size and attire of mostly gray and black, a fancy outfit that is ill-fitted and unkempt, despite obvious effort to keep it in good condition. A long black cape flows behind them, and their head is obscured by a heavy looking iron mask, eyeholes revealing two piercing blue-grey eyes. The Mask has nose holes for breathing and a slot for the mouth.
PERSONALITY:
The Beast is a mute, whether by choice or medical condition is unknown. It's difficult to get a read on them, in part due to their inability or refusal to talk, as well as The Mask. What is known about them is their strong since of justice, and their pursuit of it via vigilantism. They also have a slight flair for dramatics.
STRENGTHS:
Surprisingly agile and acrobatic, quick runner too. Smarter than the average todd.
WEAKNESSES:
Not very strong in a fight. Needs to knock out her opponent quickly or else they will be worn out.
BIOGRAPHY:
The Beast... did they ever have a name? They couldn't remember. It was always 'Stop, thief!', and 'Get out of here, runt!'. They had been raised by an old beggar, a blind rat who did his best to take care of them. The rat had always called her Jill, but it didn't feel right. One day, the old rat didn't wake up, no matter how hard they shook his shoulders, and cried for him. So, The Beast was on their own. They did what they had to do in order to survive. One day, while sneaking around in the rich part of town, they saw it. The Mask. They didn't actually see it right away, they felt it. The Mask called to them, yearned to be free from it's gilded prison behind the glass of a pawn shop. So, The Beast did something they had never done before. Honest labor. They saved up for months for The Mask, but when they returned, the price had increased. The Beast came back in the middle of the night and stole it, leaving their coins in place of them ill gotten gains. The Mask spoke to them. Urging them to put it on. Think of all the good we can do, together, Beast. You'll be a hero. Beloved by all. And so, The Beast obliged. They placed The Mask upon their head and clamped the lock shut, placing the key in a special locket around their neck. They then decided from that day onward, they would be the hero Bully Harbor needed.
POSSESSIONS/REAL ESTATE:
The clothes on their back, and The Mask.
SKILLS: 12
| Physical | Mental | Social |
|---|---|---|
| Acrobatics [Proficient] (2) | Thievery [Proficient] (2) | Intimidation [Trained] (1) |
| Unarmed Combat [Trained] (1) | Investigation [Trained] (1) | Deception [Novice] (0) |
| Running [Proficient] (2) | Lockpicking [Proficient] (2) | Flattery [Novice] (0) |
| Stealth [Trained] (1) | Persuasion [Novice] (0) | |
| Total Points in Category: 6 | Total Points in Category: 5 | Total Points in Category: 1 |
