Vale
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My name is Vale.
I stand at around 6' and weigh about 170 pounds.
My fur is pitch black, with the exception of my dark red wings. The wings (attached to my hands) were surgically attached after I was captured. The enemy tore off my original wings while torturing me in the planetary war. I carry many battle scars, which are mostly hidden below my fur. The most notable one is a long cut on my throat. Most of the scars came back when I was living on the streets. My muscles are small, but I can bench 475 pounds. My claws are kept short, and sharp. I am quiet, and uneasy around people who I don't know, or I suspect arn't the type I'd like. Once my trust is earned I become very open, friendly, and caring.
As a child I grew up with my mother, living off the streets. We fed on bums, homeless, and anyone else out late at night. I was to young to remember my father, who died when I was 2 years old. At the age of 12 we were attacked by gang members, and my mother was killed in the escape. The next three years I spent roaming the street, alone attacking people just to survive. I try never to kill my meals by the way, it was something my mother said that I can't remember.
It wasn't until I attacked a certain man, did my life take a turn. I was beaten in the fight with the man, who turned out to be a commander in the military. Instead of turning me in he recruited me into a new program he'd started, it focused on bat soldiers. The program was called W.I.N.G.S. (Winged Infiltration Night Guerrilla Soldiers). I accepted the offer, and he adopted me as his son. I spent the next year and a half in military training, as well as being tutorred. The next year I spent at Magitech High. It was an attempt to get me use to being around other people or something.
After that rather interesting year, I was sent to war. The war lasted 5 years, while I only lasted four. After I was rescued, and sent back to my world, I moved out to a small town in the country where I work as a handyman, and martial arts instructer. There I wait to be called on for the next war.
As for me in real life. I love all stories/art that have furries, be it gore, gay, rape, vore, herm, straight, any thing with furries that is written/drawn well. Hell even if it isn't drawn/written all that well, If it's interesting to me (like in one picture where the hunted is rapeing the hunter) I'll probably love it!
I stand at around 6' and weigh about 170 pounds.
My fur is pitch black, with the exception of my dark red wings. The wings (attached to my hands) were surgically attached after I was captured. The enemy tore off my original wings while torturing me in the planetary war. I carry many battle scars, which are mostly hidden below my fur. The most notable one is a long cut on my throat. Most of the scars came back when I was living on the streets. My muscles are small, but I can bench 475 pounds. My claws are kept short, and sharp. I am quiet, and uneasy around people who I don't know, or I suspect arn't the type I'd like. Once my trust is earned I become very open, friendly, and caring.
As a child I grew up with my mother, living off the streets. We fed on bums, homeless, and anyone else out late at night. I was to young to remember my father, who died when I was 2 years old. At the age of 12 we were attacked by gang members, and my mother was killed in the escape. The next three years I spent roaming the street, alone attacking people just to survive. I try never to kill my meals by the way, it was something my mother said that I can't remember.
It wasn't until I attacked a certain man, did my life take a turn. I was beaten in the fight with the man, who turned out to be a commander in the military. Instead of turning me in he recruited me into a new program he'd started, it focused on bat soldiers. The program was called W.I.N.G.S. (Winged Infiltration Night Guerrilla Soldiers). I accepted the offer, and he adopted me as his son. I spent the next year and a half in military training, as well as being tutorred. The next year I spent at Magitech High. It was an attempt to get me use to being around other people or something.
After that rather interesting year, I was sent to war. The war lasted 5 years, while I only lasted four. After I was rescued, and sent back to my world, I moved out to a small town in the country where I work as a handyman, and martial arts instructer. There I wait to be called on for the next war.
As for me in real life. I love all stories/art that have furries, be it gore, gay, rape, vore, herm, straight, any thing with furries that is written/drawn well. Hell even if it isn't drawn/written all that well, If it's interesting to me (like in one picture where the hunted is rapeing the hunter) I'll probably love it!