Author: KaseyisKing

Name: Ashlynn "Ash" Dawnsinger

Age: 20

Race: Firefox

Personality: Ash . . . is a curiosity. If you were to ask the city watch they'd describe the little theif that's a menace, adept at slipping through their custody. Or one of the many circus goers and you'll hear of the enchanting young man that dazzles the masses with the Old Magic. The merchants down at the harbor have a diversity of descriptors. From cunning, swift miscreant to silver-tongued charmer wided and hungry for a new adventure. However, none of these will paint you a full picture. In reality, Ash is a lost and lonely boy, desperate to find his way in this cold world. The last enduring ember of a lost people relying on his wits and luck alone.

Appearance: You find youself wandering the streets Jhehet, captial city of Nuhan. A massive castle looms over you made of old sturdy stones with the latest magitech systems clinging like ivy. Carriges pulled my automaton horses rush by you, carrying the occupants to some place or another. People of all shapes, colors and species chatter and busy themselves with unknown tasks. The hubbub of the city is almost enough to distract you from the young man that bumps into you. Almost. "Hey, watch it!" You dust off the smudge of ash left behind, then realize you're coin purse is missing. "Hey!" Two orange tails sweep around a corner with you close behind.He leads you around corners and over buildings. He's quick, impossibly quick, but it seems like he's purposely keeping you close behind. You duck down a dead end alley and find the theif leaning against an old wooden doorframe. This part of the city is old. No sign of magitech anywhere. "You should really be more aware." He tosses your coin purse in his hand, the soft clink, clink, clink echoing off the cobblestones. "I'm -""New? Yeah I could tell." He passed the purse back to you with a gentle tossYou get a chance to take in the theif as he pulls down the hood of his patchwork cloak, and you now understand why he was so quick. His red fox ears stand in stark contrast to his light blonde . He golden eyes burn like embers in the dark gloom of the alley. What you thought was gloves is actually just is arms, the black markings going back nearly to his elbows. His feet are barefoot and have the same black "socks". "Well, it's been lovely being stared at for an eternity, but I have things to do. Make sure to keep a better hold of your things." With a wink and a snap the young dissappears with the wind."Well, that was . . . unexpected."

Backstory: All you ever heard of Ash is rumors. Whispers of his life on the streets. Hushed conversations of how he wormed his way into the circus. The old wives of thr poor district speak of the terrifying little kit that nearly burned a house down. You aren't sure what exactly is truth and what is fairy tail. Maybe you'll just have to find the young man again to discover exactly what shapped his world.

Weapons/Skills: He is one of the few left in Jhehet capable of using Old Magic. Which also means he was never really taught to use it that extensively. He can teleport and cause a few illusions here and there as a distraction. His stength, howerver, lies in the one magic unique to his species: Fox Fyre. Though this he prefers to keep secret from the genral public. Most of the time when he has to resot to violence he will use the few daggers he keeps hidden on his person.

Anything Interesting: He's part of a circus when not on an adventure with one of the merchant ships. He does a mix of aerial silks and illusory magic to wow the audience.