Myra
Design by shewolf28
Myra's hex codes;
Main fur - #e8dfdA
Lightest tan - #cec0b3
Darkest tan - #a08a75
Black - #262523
Eyes/charm - #ff0664
Lightest tan - #cec0b3
Darkest tan - #a08a75
Black - #262523
Eyes/charm - #ff0664
About Foxerflys;
A Foxerfly is a fox-like creature that is rather small. They are about the size of the average house cat. Their very unique feature is the pair of wings on their back that allows them to fly unlike any other four-legged being. There are five different types of wings of a Foxerfly that resemble wings of insects.
Butterfly
Dragonfly
Bee
Wasp and
Moth
Occasionally their wings will be different to others, but it is rare in the average Foxerfly. Their diet consists of everything a normal fox would eat; berries, eggs, small rodents, fruit, and they may chew on various crops. They are shy and extremely secretive among creatures of different kinds, so they are not seen often. Be nice to your Foxerfly; they will only choose the one right for them.
Butterfly
Dragonfly
Bee
Wasp and
Moth
Occasionally their wings will be different to others, but it is rare in the average Foxerfly. Their diet consists of everything a normal fox would eat; berries, eggs, small rodents, fruit, and they may chew on various crops. They are shy and extremely secretive among creatures of different kinds, so they are not seen often. Be nice to your Foxerfly; they will only choose the one right for them.
Stats;
Name; Myra
Nickname(s); My
Age; Young adult (30ish)
Birthday; March 14th
Sexual orientation; Straight
Size; Small cat
Favorite color; Pink; see her charm
Favorite food; Various fruits
Edits; None
Accessories; Neckalace
Mate; Lindon
Nickname(s); My
Age; Young adult (30ish)
Birthday; March 14th
Sexual orientation; Straight
Size; Small cat
Favorite color; Pink; see her charm
Favorite food; Various fruits
Edits; None
Accessories; Neckalace
Mate; Lindon
Charm breakdown;
Feather - Stealth; swiftness
Dove feather- A thing of peace, the opposite of what she's supposed to be
Bright Pink - A reminder that she's still a girl, a thing to be picked out of the crowd; A target
Dirt on feather - Myra's addition. She is in fact a dove, but in disguise
Dove feather- A thing of peace, the opposite of what she's supposed to be
Bright Pink - A reminder that she's still a girl, a thing to be picked out of the crowd; A target
Dirt on feather - Myra's addition. She is in fact a dove, but in disguise
Biography; TRIGGER WARNING. FIRE, DEATH, ASSAULT, ATTACKS, GANGS
Growing up in the city, one of the bad cities, Myra knows all about violence. While growing up, rather than learn useless things such as math or literature, she learned self defense. Foxers run rampant in her part of the city and she learned early what they would do for things they want and don't have. Several times she had to switch houses because windows were shattered for what little valuables she and her family owned or houses simply burned beyond livability for the "fun" of it.
Though she was always attracted to knives as a weapon, she didn't become serious about learning how to use them until her family died in a furious, bloody battle with a rival gang. Though she doesn't remember much of him, from what she can gather from older foxers her father was a gang leader himself and one day they just swarmed her house, hoping to end it all. All of them, her parents, herself, and little brother (though not her littlest brother whom was still in a crib), fought to the very end, up until one foxer decided it was just best to kill everyone in the house all at once and set it on fire.
Myra was the first to notice the smoke and stopped fighting to try to get everyone out. Unfortunately, no one else seemed to care; They were in the heat of the moment and wouldn't listen to young Myra and fought literally to the death. Myra though? She fled. She fled to the nursery to grab her youngest brother, only to find him completely and utterly gone, with his blanket slashed into pieces. Then she really fled, outside the house to watch the screaming, burning mess and hoped to see a body through the smoke. No one made it out alive though. To this day Myra cannot stand little boy foxers because they remind her of her bothers.
After watching her home burn down through tears, little Myra decided to still stay in the town. Why? Simple, to avenge her family. What else had comic books taught her? While the ashes were burning in the midst of the night, Myra decided to join the rival gang and work her way to become the leaders right hand gal. Only then would she one day turn on him and kill him in front of everyone to prove her loyalty, not to her original families gang, but to her family. She knew it would take time, but time was all she had then.
Myra didn't have it easy though, far from it actually. It's hard work getting accepted into a new gang, and she had to spit out lies like poison on her lips just to get in. She had to stomp on the graves of her family and say shit about them. She had to prove she only lived for her new life. There was many bumps in her plan such as nearly getting violated by a member or two {She was one of the only girls after all, and the youngest}, and always being treated like dirt for not being gang blood. Though nice things happened from time to time, such as the surprise of them actually training her to be one of their star knife wielders after half the gang accused her of not being loyal to them and only the leader himself stating she was too smart for that. She also got her charm from them, which she's come to love.
Her charm started out as a semi-prank, the feather of a dove- once white and pure, standing for peace which though the white fit her, the peace didn't,- dyed bright pink to match her eyes. A never ending reminder of how little she really was in their eyes. How she could never truly fit in the gang.
And yet, she managed to reach her goal of becoming right hand gal to the leader. It really helped that she grew to be quite the stunning foxer whom he wanted to have an affair with. Thankfully she got the chance to complete her life goal just before he could do anything. The then teenage Myra managed to kill the leader and abruptly took off without a trace, just like they taught her. It wasn't for many months that Myra had found any suitable place to live, and only with the help of Lindon did she have a shot at becoming remotely close to 'normal'. Their tree house in the trees just outside of town is the best rehab she could ask for, just as Lindon is the best she could ask for. Though she had trouble adapting to the townsfolk, sometimes she just came off as rude or even scary.
She wasn't shy to carry around her beloved knife that she used to kill the leader, or even tell others that she killed a foxer with it. In fact, she actually rather liked the reactions of foxers keeping their distance, but even more likes foxers who don't care about her past or just find it cool. She vowed to never use it again though unless she has to defend a loved one, yet she wouldn't even defend herself though if it came down to it.
Nowdays though, she puts the knife down every once in a while, especially since she adopted Audrey with Tris. Lindon likes the child, but they never really connected right. He just doesn't understand children. Tris on the other hand was a natural and together as friends they raised an awesome, and now semi famous child
Though she was always attracted to knives as a weapon, she didn't become serious about learning how to use them until her family died in a furious, bloody battle with a rival gang. Though she doesn't remember much of him, from what she can gather from older foxers her father was a gang leader himself and one day they just swarmed her house, hoping to end it all. All of them, her parents, herself, and little brother (though not her littlest brother whom was still in a crib), fought to the very end, up until one foxer decided it was just best to kill everyone in the house all at once and set it on fire.
Myra was the first to notice the smoke and stopped fighting to try to get everyone out. Unfortunately, no one else seemed to care; They were in the heat of the moment and wouldn't listen to young Myra and fought literally to the death. Myra though? She fled. She fled to the nursery to grab her youngest brother, only to find him completely and utterly gone, with his blanket slashed into pieces. Then she really fled, outside the house to watch the screaming, burning mess and hoped to see a body through the smoke. No one made it out alive though. To this day Myra cannot stand little boy foxers because they remind her of her bothers.
After watching her home burn down through tears, little Myra decided to still stay in the town. Why? Simple, to avenge her family. What else had comic books taught her? While the ashes were burning in the midst of the night, Myra decided to join the rival gang and work her way to become the leaders right hand gal. Only then would she one day turn on him and kill him in front of everyone to prove her loyalty, not to her original families gang, but to her family. She knew it would take time, but time was all she had then.
Myra didn't have it easy though, far from it actually. It's hard work getting accepted into a new gang, and she had to spit out lies like poison on her lips just to get in. She had to stomp on the graves of her family and say shit about them. She had to prove she only lived for her new life. There was many bumps in her plan such as nearly getting violated by a member or two {She was one of the only girls after all, and the youngest}, and always being treated like dirt for not being gang blood. Though nice things happened from time to time, such as the surprise of them actually training her to be one of their star knife wielders after half the gang accused her of not being loyal to them and only the leader himself stating she was too smart for that. She also got her charm from them, which she's come to love.
Her charm started out as a semi-prank, the feather of a dove- once white and pure, standing for peace which though the white fit her, the peace didn't,- dyed bright pink to match her eyes. A never ending reminder of how little she really was in their eyes. How she could never truly fit in the gang.
And yet, she managed to reach her goal of becoming right hand gal to the leader. It really helped that she grew to be quite the stunning foxer whom he wanted to have an affair with. Thankfully she got the chance to complete her life goal just before he could do anything. The then teenage Myra managed to kill the leader and abruptly took off without a trace, just like they taught her. It wasn't for many months that Myra had found any suitable place to live, and only with the help of Lindon did she have a shot at becoming remotely close to 'normal'. Their tree house in the trees just outside of town is the best rehab she could ask for, just as Lindon is the best she could ask for. Though she had trouble adapting to the townsfolk, sometimes she just came off as rude or even scary.
She wasn't shy to carry around her beloved knife that she used to kill the leader, or even tell others that she killed a foxer with it. In fact, she actually rather liked the reactions of foxers keeping their distance, but even more likes foxers who don't care about her past or just find it cool. She vowed to never use it again though unless she has to defend a loved one, yet she wouldn't even defend herself though if it came down to it.
Nowdays though, she puts the knife down every once in a while, especially since she adopted Audrey with Tris. Lindon likes the child, but they never really connected right. He just doesn't understand children. Tris on the other hand was a natural and together as friends they raised an awesome, and now semi famous child