An Avrage day.... In Japan (Full)

[Black fox]

Name: James
Age: 15
Sex: Male
Species: Dingo
Height: 6'4
Sexual Preference: Bi
Special Ability: Magnetism
Story: James has always been a troubled individual. He was born in the heart of the Australia outback and has the accent to show for it. After he discovered he could pushed bottle caps around the table at the age of eight he was rejected from his father who left one day and never returned. His friends looked upon his as a freak and shunned him. With out hope of ever recovering his life in Australia He was sent to live with his Uncle and Aunt in Japan, However his past experiences had mad made him tough and he didn't open up very easily to anyone. He has always been the quite kid in the back of the class until he was pushed too far. By no means was he a wimp and was known not to pick fights but to finish them, rumor has it he has put more then half a dozen kids in the hospital. He towers over most of the other students and trys to keep to himself.

Extra info (remember his is optional)
Clubs: none
Commonly carries: Iron filings in a small test tube.
Habitats: staying in the background
markings: Solid sandy fur with a black strip from his nose to just above his eyes. Ice blue eyes.

Another bright sunny morning at Minchi High school. the sun was shining as the students slowly walked there way to school. A many of the smaller shops were opening getting there first profits of the day off cakes and teas that the students would buy from them. As the day started James awoke from his rest looking at his clock with a sigh. He quickly got dressed, His Uncle owned a apartment complex so he lived there almost rent free, He did odd jobs around the place for his room and board. He got on his black school uniform stacking up the papers and shoving them into his bag without much regard of where they landed. As he got to the door he put his shoes on and realized he forgotten his keys, He lifted his paw as they flew from the living room to his paw like someone had thrown them. he opened the door locking it behind himself. He joined the line of students climbing the hill to get to school, Oddly enough the school was the highest point in the whole small town. He stopped only to grabbed some green tea and the need for some new pencils for the day, He always seemed to lose them.

[Laterus]

Name: Ambrose
Age: 15
Sex: Male
Species: Arctic Wolf
Height: 6'01"
Sexual Preference: Bisexual.
Special Ability: Pyrokinesis (Ability to control fire)
Story: Ambrose was for most of his life an otaku, remaining quite well sheltered indoors, on the web, researching anything that came to mind. He was curious, and always found something to find out about. This was how he came to find out about Fuedal Japanese warfare: Peasant 'ninjas', the warlord's samurais, but what interested him the most was the use of katanas. Arguably the best slashing sword in existence, and always a work of art. Ambrose had become so enamored with them that he had began a collection, ranging from those randomly found in flea markets and on eBay to those specially made with custom specifications (his of course) by the masters of sword crafting. School was one of the banes of his existence, but he went regardless of that fact, seeing as how he was smart and all. Always showing up his classmates while trying not to, he gained friends and enemies quickly. No one messed with him, though, because not only was he quite tall and lanky with a little bit of muscle, he had also found a loophole in the school weapon safety rule that had allowed him to bring one of his katanas with him wherever he went. And he did. Ambrose's favorite Anzu custom katana hung at his hip almost twenty-four seven.

Clubs: None
Commonly carries: A Zippo lighter in his back left pocket.
Habitats: Back of the classroom, under a hoodie.
markings: A dark slash of fur down the left side of his face.

Ambrose awoke in a cold sweat, eyes beady. They darted around the room, looking for the apparition that had appeared within his mind and coming up empty. He was alone. He got out of bed and got directly into the shower, cleaning himself. As he stepped out of the shower he looked at his reflection in the steamy mirror and sighed. He dried himself off, blow dried and straightened his hair, and left. He got dressed and left his room, entering the kitchen of his small apartment. Breakfast seemed quite unappealing and might make him throw up, so Ambrose skipped it. He swiped his keys and Zippo from the table and slipped them into his back left pocket. Grabbing his messenger bag, cell phone/MP3 player, headphones, and pencils from the spot next to where his keys and lighter had just been, he exited the apartment, locking it behind him. He left the complex and began the hike to school, headphones sending music softly through him.