name: Jacen Carter
age:18
species: Folf
color: Orange-brown fur with a cream stomach, tip of tail, and jaw. Black ears, forearms and hands, and leg below the knee. Black spikey hair.
background: Parents were murdered by their owner in a drunken rage. Overcome with anger Jacen killed his master and his family and escaped into the streets. He now runs throughout England freeing furs from their masters through violence. He is a loner and is cold to humans but kind to furs.
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Jacen sat upon the roof and stared at the mob as they left. The humans were lucky, if they had gotten any closer to the gargoyle he would have had to kill them all. Jacen holstered the two pistols he held in his hands and tightened his scoped rifle to his back. He stood up and scowled at the humans, they considered his kind, furs, to be unclean and worthy of only working as slaves. They were the unclean monsters, they didn't believe furs were people despite the fact that they bled, cried, and laughed just as they did. He had tried to go the peaceful route to freedom many years ago, but all that had done was get his friends killed. For now on Jacen believed that all humans needed to be destroyed, and he would be the fur to free his kind.
Jacen grabbed on to a gutter and began to crawl down, putting his hands on bricks and ledges in order to reach the ground safely. Jacen ran over to the shed, black trenche coat fluttering in the wind. He looked around quickly and kicked in the door.
He crossed his arms and said, "So, who are you two and why were those humans chasing you?"
