I'm not your average fox, oh no not by any means. Unlike most perverted yiff crazed foxes I know how to behave myself in public and act like...well like a good fur should. I love to meet new people, make friends and just all around have a good time.

As for my background, I come from a pretty small town in Vermont. Kind of a country boy, who was somehow raised to loath Country music. I had a pretty normal childhood, the son of a Red fox, my father. And a Silver fox, my mother. I grew up like most children in Vermont, if I wasn't at school or working with my old man. I was wreaking havoc with my friends, and annoying the neighbors.

Once free from school, I went straight to the work force. Becoming a truck driver for a local construction company. A little fireball still, and a bit cocky, it wound up biting me in the ass eventually. On a rainy night, driving too many hours on the interstate. I rolled my dump truck into the woods, seriously injuring myself. Today I live with a few scars left from my ordeal. Two scars on my left forearm, two on my left cheek and the side of my muzzle. And the top of my left ear is missing.

Today, I've strayed from the construction business and find myself a long haul driver for Budweiser. On the road all day, and usually tired when I'm home. Many people say I'm just like my old man, and I think I'm alright with that.

Also something I might want to mention, I'm not entirely sure what happened but. After a bit of a run in with a group of Dragons. I've started to feel pretty funny. One of the dragons did end up biting me, and now I have odd blackouts that last for hours. I'm not sure whats wrong with me, but I can't imagine its anything too serious.