Russet 'Fox' Rex - District one [Finished]

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ll his life, Russet had been a troublemaker. He had loved noise and distractions and sought to bother anyone for no reason other than he could. As one of the many children in the Rex family it was no surprise that he needed to do this in order to get attention - which he loved. Namely he loved to bother his siblings, but he surely drove his parents nuts as well. His least favourite siblings were his sisters, and so he always did his best to avoid them.

He developed odd habits when he was younger, one being that he concluded to hop everywhere instead of walk. It got him some weird looks but it seemed faster than walking and it just worked for him. Throughout his life he continued his habit of being loud, and of annoying his siblings. He loved attention dearly and he would always seek to gain it. This worked the best for him when he started training. His parents would always want to know how his day went and since he was new to things he would always get trainers talking to him - even if it was usually about the exact same thing as the last one.

During his training he found he was best suited for a knife fighting style and worked hard to learn how to use them well. He also learned about throwing knives and is still in his training with them. As he grows to be a teenager he starts to become even more obnoxious with his noise making, and now he feels braver about understanding weapons so he isn't afraid to open his big mouth during training. All in all, an annoying little bastard.

RUSSET 'FOX' REX

He may be pretty young, being only twelve, but he has already developed into quite the pest. His favorite thing to do is to search for things, mostly information. But he's not against bugging his siblings. In fact, annoying his sister Tigris is probably his second favorite thing to do. This little menace is a member of one of Dictrict one's largest families, the Rexes.

Stop stalling, make a name for yourself.
Boy you better put that pen to paper, charm your way out.
If you talk you better walk you better back your shit up
With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun

COLD AS THE DARK SNOW, A FOX'S NOSE TOUCHES A LEAF;

He's not all that impressive looking, yes for his age he may be a bit taller than most, but it's not like he's got amazing muscles or anything. Heck, he'd be lucky if someone said he had muscles. It's not for lack of training though, he just didn't build the bulk that his brothers did. He is wily and wiry and light as a feather to his brother's stone, and other brother's boulder. At five feet five inches, Russet is certainly discernible from the rest of the kids his age. Surprisingly though, it isn't because he has long legs, in fact he has a lengthy narrow body attached to relatively stumpy legs.

His hair, managing to fit to his name, is a brown colour, faintly streaked by russet and a ruddy colour that makes it seem to glow even when there's only pale light. His eyes are very interesting, being so different from most peoples', let alone the rest of his family. They have a base of blue intermittent with green so they aren't blue-green, but blue and green. As well, there are flecks of brown in them. Sometimes the brown flecks appear to become more numerous, making his eyes more brown than their typical blue-and-green.

For his height he is a decent weight, though it's not like he has that much muscle on him. Yes, he's a Career, and yes, he does train, but compared to his brothers, compared to most of his family actually, he has very little muscle. In the end, he's about 136 lbs, which is still more than someone his size would weigh in the other Districts. Even with this large of family, he still has more than a lot of other people. That, however, he doesn't think about much, since he's never really understood how fortunate he is in that regard. All he knows is he's much sleeker than his siblings.

Start talking "a sensationalist"
Oh he's slightly clever to just a certain extent
If you talk you better walk you better keep your mouth shut
With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun

TWO EYES SERVE A MOVEMENT, THAT NOW AND AGAIN NOW,

Still, being thin like he is makes him quick. When he is going against an opponent in a mock battle he can dodge many blows that his siblings would have to block. He's also quick to notice movement, his eyes seeming to pick it up and tell his brain of it before even recognizing what it is. This may be helpful in a fight, but sometimes it causes him to react to things that shouldn't matter. Once he actually broke a plate because Eddy was walking past and he only saw the movement out of the corner of his eye, so he reached up to block it, not realizing it wasn't going to hit him until after. But that was typical him really, a little unorganized, even in his brain.

Another skill of his is that, for all his legs are short, he is good a jumping. The muscles in his legs help to allow him to spring higher than most others, and he makes use of this in the times he's escaped from some of the results of his exploits, as well as using it to get places most people wouldn't think he could. It was almost like he was designed to be the perfect pest, because he's got sharp hearing along with everything else. He can tell when someone is approaching for the most part, and generally can guess how far away they are. Yet another thing that helps him in a fight. When your back is turned, it is always helpful to know where your opponent is.

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word that we wrote

SETS NEAT PRINTS INTO THE SNOW BETWEEN TREES,

To say he was a troublemaker would not be accurate. He never intends to cause trouble, though he isn't exactly doing much to avoid it. Then again, his definition of trouble isn't traditional, so he will always argue against the label. After all, trouble is only when the Peacekeepers are involved, and he hasn't done anything illegal, yet. He has had times where he may have drawn a bit too close to getting caught, but while he may be a bit disorganized, he does know how to escape well enough. Not to mention, he would play a game of wits if he ever was caught, the little bugger.

For all that he hasn't broken the law, he sure enjoys bothering others, well, mainly his older sister Tigris. It doesn't help that he is nowhere near being a quiet child, always wanting to be heard when he feels he has something to say. If it's important, or he feels it's important, then he's all the louder for it. His family has gotten used to it, for the most part, and even just think of him as a kind of alert system. After all, with all of his snooping he's usually one of the first to find out news. Though, it's not always relevant, at least not to them. Everything Russet does is relevant to him, some way or other. He likes to pretend he's a PI in these cases.

If there's something he wants to know, he will find it out. There is nothing that anyone can hide from him. Even as young as people think he is, he knows things that could make their skin crawl. Or so he likes to think. He even know things about Peacekeepers, wonderful little tidbits of information that keep him out of trouble, with help of his fox-like abilities of course. So, you want some information? Well, he'll tell you some, but you have to be willing to pay the price. Information for information, though money might not be too bad either. In reality, though, he prefers information. How do he learn all of this stuff? Trade secret, he wouldn't tell you even if you were going to kill him. He likes to believe tactics are too dangerous for others, though he is right about them being too difficult sometimes. No, you'd probably be better off finding it out yourself without his help, or cough up. Otherwise, he will just leave you at that, even if you won't end up face down on the side of the road, or in the Detention Center like he whispered you might.

I'm burning and I'm blacking my lungs
Boy you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue
If you talk you better walk you better back your shit up
With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun

AND WARILY A LAME SHADOW LAGS BY STUMP AND IN HOLLOW

When breaking news, or even trying to wrangle information out of people, he usually ends up being quite direct, and is often caught before pulling a joke on someone because of it. Still, he has moments where he can pull enough tact to fool someone without outwitting them. Admittedly, this doesn't happen very often, but his wit a quick talking can sometime wrangle people's attention away from what could be a joke or trap and towards the things he is supposedly offering them. This strategy doesn't work much on his family anymore, but he keeps trying it.

Often, he will lose things from both not caring enough to remember where he put them, or because he's just plain messy. He's never been the neatest of the Rexes, nor does he care to be. His room looks like a tornado blew through it, but for the most part he can find everything, so he leaves it. Unless it's important, then it just disappears into the piles, but a quick call to mum and it's found again. In truth, the only time his room is clean is when Mama Rex comes in a does her thrice-annual clean, a habit that Russet knows to avoid unless he wants to be stuck helping her for the day. However, he does make sure all of his little collectibles that his mother might think are junk are carefully hidden away in a box behind a small make-shift door in the wall that's hidden by the shadow of his bed.

Start talking "a sensationalist"
Oh he's slightly clever to just a certain extent
Well keep quiet let us sing like the doves
Then decide if it's done with purpose or lack thereof.

ACROSS CLEARINGS, AN EYE, A WIDENING DEEPENING GREENNESS,

He was number nine in the string of Rexes, the sixth boy and eventual middle-ish child of the Rex household. As a young child, he was like any other baby, aside from the fact that he didn't cry for the same reasons. If he was hungry or had a full diaper he didn't cry, instead he made a racket with whatever he could find. For example, when was in his crib he would smack the bars with his hands, or sometimes even his head which might explain a few things. When he did cry, it wasn't for very long and it usually was when someone was talking about something that he didn't like. He would also take the time to cry when his sister Tigris was watching him, as though to bother her. It worked for the most part.

His next sibling was born a little less than a year after him, but he paid little attention to her. He was too interested in looking at picture books and shiny objects to care about something so noisy. The irony was, he loved to bother his siblings with noise making. At three he got another sister, and by this point he was starting to learn how to talk. He could make some words out, though he wasn't anywhere near the smooth-talker he thinks he is today. He was also learning how to walk, and could manage that much better than the garbled words he tried to speak.

Six years old, and oh look another sibling who is, guess what, also a girl. He just tried to avoid all of his sisters, at the stage where he would rather have nothing to do with them than be in the same room with them. He could put little sentences together now, and had been walking well enough to not be supervised by his parents or older brothers for more than a year. In fact, he had progressed past walking to bouncing. Yes bouncing, as in two footed hops to reach his location instead of plain old walking. Walking was so last year. The thing was, he could actually jump pretty far, and it was almost faster than walking, instead of being around the same speed.

When he was nine, he finally got another brother. Though at this point he was a little sick of his younger siblings. Shakti was a real annoyance to him now, since she was eight and he was nine. Besides, everyone was nicer to her now, after they realized she was deaf and had a weak arm. So, wanting more attention, he would do what he knew best. Make noise. He would pretend to play the drums, or would talk loud about anything he thought was the least bit interesting. It worked in the beginning, even if it was only getting them to just tell him to quiet down. Eventually they began to annoy him. His little siblings struck again.

Just for the record,
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:
A. Indifference or
B. Disinterest in what the critics say

BRILLIANTLY, CONCENTRATEDLY, COMING ABOUT ITS OWN BUSINESS.

That was, until he turned ten, and he began to train along with his brothers. Then he drew attention from all of his older siblings, well at least Tiger and a bit from Leo. Plus, his parents would always ask him how training went, though he would have told everyone whether they asked or not. Typical loud Russet. He took the typical pattern of starting with the sling and working up to knives before breaking off to train with other weapons. He found that he was not as good with a sword, which required a level of strength he lacked. So instead he stuck with knives a while longer, finding the fighting style suited him pretty well. In, slash, and out again. Perfect for the slippery little kid he was.

Perhaps he could've learned the bow, or trained until he had the strength for the sword or spear, but that wasn't really what he would do best with. It would be a waste of his time, or so he thought, and perhaps he was right about that. It wouldn't take much for his opponent to overpower him, but if they couldn't catch him... Which is why he also learned how to throw knives, and even was introduced to things called shurikens. Most people understood shurikens as the four-pointed star-shaped discs, however they are only part of one of the types. The second, which he also learned about, are straight iron of steel spikes, and the ones he was trained with were about six inches in length.

He continued his training with knives, as well as adding in the training with the shurikens. At this point, he was good enough to try throwing things that weren't quite shurikens, but they were still balanced and still flew decently. Of course, this resulted in his throwing things such as nails, coins, washers or other things of similar shape. His parents eventually banned him from throwing those things inside, but he was still able to toss stuff bout outside. There's even a washer stuck in the side of the house, too high for any of them to reach, that he had thrown less than a year ago.

He enjoyed being able to trow things like that, because it made it easy to bug people, and it developed his throwing arm. Not only could he throw things as weapons, but he could also skip stones better than anyone else he knew. Continuing to train with his chosen weapons, he almost wants to be reaped, just to see how many things he could use as weapons. If he never ran out of weapons surely he would have a better chance than the others. Even still, he liked his life too much to volunteer just to test out a whim. Maybe when he was older.

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word that we wrote

OTHER

Member of the Rex family.

FC: Jonathan Fahoury

Lyrics: London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines by Panic! At The Disco

Words
65 - Introduction
573 - Appearance
683 - Personality
952 - History
2273 - Total

Just for the record,
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:
A. Indifference or
B. Disinterest in what the critics say

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