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Many years ago, on a plain somewhere in the world a fox was stalking a rabbit. This in of itself is unimportant as what else would you see a fox doing besides worrying about where it is to get its next meal, however there was something about this fox that was different than the rest. The era in which this particular event is obscured from time, as records from that period were lost for the most part in the calamities that struck the world. Even if records were to be kept, among the beings that walked this planet at that particular time would have seen no reason to hold this event in any kind of regard, even had they known or cared about this particular creature. This day started off as any other day, the Fox woke up and hunted for its first meal of the day. Then after it sated its hunger went off to do whatever it is that foxes do until it went looking for its next meal. That’s where we see it now, hunting for its second meal of the day, this rabbit that is unaware of the fox’s presence appears as nothing more than any other brown rabbit. Once the fox is close enough to the rabbit it leaps up and lands on the rabbit, Jaws just centimeters from the rabbits head when something extraordinary happens. Just before the fox goes for the killing blow the rabbit looks the fox in the eyes and the fox receives an assortment of images in its mind that in any sapient speaking creature we would interpret as words, however this being an animal it is incapable of comprehending the spoken word, but this fox was different than most of its kin. This fox was wittier than most and possessed an intelligence that surpassed the confines of what people believed of its race. So when it received this method of communication it let off a bit from killing the rabbit and closed its jaws and stared at the rabbit contemplating its decision. The message that the fox received translates as follows, although the translation is rough as some of the images are more complex and cannot be translated into words but the overall meaning is the same “Please, Oh valiant little hunter of the red fur. Spare me this once of becoming your prey. For if you can find it within yourself to do so you will be greatly rewarded for your kindness and compassion.”

The fox spent several minutes contemplating in its mind what to do, for among foxes this particular fox was more cunning and wise than its brethren. The fox finally after long contemplation, to which the rabbit seemed most content to wait for the foxes response, the fox lifted its paws off of the rabbit and nudged it with its nose. Upon this action there was a ripple all along the rabbit’s body and appeared to start glowing with a faint white light, and it grew in size till it was at least 4 times the size of the fox. Now even more curious than before the fox sat down on its haunches and tilted its head out of curiosity at the glowing image of a nine-tailed fox in front of it. Once the nine-tailed kitsune appeared another set of images went through the foxes mind translating as “For your generosity and kindness to a simple little rabbit whom others of your kind would not have thought twice about killing I bestow upon you this gift.” At this point the image of the kitsune becomes too bright to look at directly and so the fox lowers its head and closes its eyes as the light washes over the fox. Once the light disappears the final words spoken are “Use this gift wisely young one.” However this last remark was not in images but in words. When the light disappeared what was left where the fox was, was a pure white albino fox that was three times its previous size. The gift the fox would soon fin out to be was the ability to shape shift into that of a Human female roughly around the ages of 18-20, with a superior beauty compared to most others, and sentience. Although the comprehension of the spoken work was immediate the fox was unaware of its ability to Shift into that of its Human form, and it took many years before that realization became apparent, and once it realized its ability to shift into human form it still took years for it to master that ability to shift at will. As the years went by the fox ceased to age, being frozen at the physical age it was at the time the spirit bestowed its gift upon it. The fox learned how to interact with the Human society and became quite apt at defending itself as it soon learned that its Human form also drew humans of less reputable traits to it. The fox began to assert its individuality by choosing a name that it felt suited it and started referring to itself as a “Female” by the humans standards so that it could better integrate with that society. She began working with many people and many companies she saw come to power and disappears as the years went by.

Though there were things that she never fully comprehended such as the human’s fascination about time and money, for time was irrelevant to her and money was not a necessity. The lack of understanding about money however sometime got her into trouble with the humans as she would constantly go into debt and never pay it off which at times would cause people of a less reputable nature to try and track her down to get repayment through whatever means. Though rarely did they find her, sometimes one of her enemies would find her and she would be forced to run from them and go into hiding for awhile. She always outlived her enemies and after much time they would inevitably forget about her debt to them as she would persist in the mortal realm while they had long crossed into the void. Throughout her time among the humans she became fascinated with the Media and its ability to disseminate information quickly over vast distances. As time wore on she developed many relationships with many different people watching them grow up and pass on through the void while she never aged. She had taken on many habits one of her favorites was wherever she went and did something she felt was worth remembering she would leave some mark of her presence and watch and wait for it to appear in the media. Sometimes she did it so often that it forced her into hiding until the world forgot about it and then she would change what her identifying mark was. After much time in the mortal world she picked up many skills and among those was the love of creating objects, she loved to build trinkets and other interesting things that amused her however she also saw the potential of such a skill to be useful in protecting herself and the ones she cared about. Another one of her favorite skills was people watching as mortals never left her board they always found ways to be entertaining to her, and when there were the few times that they didn’t manage to entertain her she amused herself by playing pranks on them. The pranks were always harmless for the most part and would never cause more injury than minor bruising because she believed herself to be above maliciousness, it served her no purpose. Such was and is still the life of this entity..

My name is Alexia Mooie Vos, At least that is what I refer to myself as. I am a Fox Shapeshifter as this world calls us now though with my Magical abilities I still like to refer to myself and a Kitsune. More commonly known as a Fox Spirit in the Japanese mythology, The story above is one of my favorites that I came across many years ago before the first matrix crash. Yes that makes me quite old for my race, as many of my fellow race don't live past several decades. Iv'e taken to great lengths to save this story over the years from whence i first heard it among the Amerindian tribes, and old Sioux Shaman was the one who told me this story. I was but a pup at the time. I hold this story in high regards for the fox in this story reminds me much of myself and so i strive to live like the fox in this story does. Many traits this fox possesses I also posses, such as the Spirit Pact. I developed my Pact with a Spirit of Beast when magic had just recently returned to the world. It was the shaman who summoned the spirit that formed the pact with me, however this Shaman was of an interesting type. He never bound the spirits to him, in fact when he summoned them he offered them a favor of him if they would grant his request. His request at that time was that the spirit form a pact with me to grant me a long life and the ability to speak. Why might you ask? well the reasoning that the shaman had told me was that he saw that as just a normal Fox i contained a great inelegance for one of my kind. However the price that the shaman paid was great for he did not live long after this pact was formed, The spirit though that formed the pact with me was an honorable one. Apparently as the spirit told me later he considered the shaman a good friend and if he had requested anything of it the spirit would if it were within its power, grant the request. The spirit never told me though why it had that close of a bond with the Shaman, It would say when i asked of it "That is of a personal matter between him and myself." The name i wear is the one that the Shaman gave me telling me that it was the name of the Fox in the story.

Years later after the Shaman died the spirit which now walked among the mortals approached me and told me of that which he never wished the shaman to know of, which is why he waited till after the death of the shaman. What he told me was that the only thing that the spirit was able to grant me was a long life, by implanting a part of his essence, or as many magicians now call a formula. By implanting this in me it awakened the dormant magic within myself which the spirit said most likely would have awakened anyway but as when that happened the essence of the spirit became my own and was not necessarily to have the energy supplied by the spirit, as it was sustained by myself. He continued on to say that he had no idea how long i would live and implied that i might in fact if i become powerful enough, have no mortal end except through violence or illness. There were a few interesting things that happened to me when the magic in my being awakened. all the color in my fur and eyes disappeared, leaving me as white as an albino. Along with the bleaching of my color i gained the ability to shift my form into that of a Human, though this itself took me many years after wards to find out, and it was by complete accident. I was out hunting and a thought occurred to me wondering how it was that the humans lived, and wondering what it would be like to live among them and what I would look like as a human. It was at this time that i found myself looking down at a pair of human hands.

After i learned i had this ability, i decided to go into the human world and learn about them. I became fascinated with them and there eccentricities, it was rarely ever dull around them. And when it became boring i developed a habit that many think is bad but i quite enjoy, which was to play pranks on unsuspecting individuals. Though i made sure that the pranks i played were always harmless, and never caused injuries more severe than a minor bruise. I found it fun to watch there reactions, not in hurting the individuals. and if ever i took it to far i would try to make amends, sometimes the people though wouldn't accept that i meant no harm and unfortunately for me it has developed some enemies for myself. As one time i played a prank on someone unknowing that they were a member of the Humanis Poly Club, and a mage to boot. After that incident (and he is still trying to find me to this day) i realized it would be a good idea to learn how to understand peoples Auras in the astral as i constantly see them, and to pick up on all the little nuances that humans have that will speak of there disposition. Soon after i started living among the humans i learned of there media and news which i grew addicted to, it was a way for me to learn more about them so that i could better fit in. Even now my kind is not so welcome so i did quickly learn that unless its a necessity its best if i keep the fact that i'm not a human to myself. Over the years as i have seen the technology level increase i noted that i needed to start making myself appear older, as the long life that was given to me by the pact pretty much prevented me from aging. I know not at this point weather i will ever age past what i look like now or if i will always look like this, Only time will tell.

Many things i found interesting among the humans were there little trinkets, I learned how to start making items and such. The skill fascinated me and i always enjoy making things, i soon saw that this skill came in sue for protecting myself from the less reputable kind whom i would rather not have any contact with. so i developed it further till i became quite apt. I also learned how to use there technology to my benefit was well. However though i learn much about the humans one thing still eludes me, the concept of money is still so very strange and i don't think i will ever understand it. Why pay for food when you can go hunt it yourself? though money is a strange object i know that sense the humans seem to value it so much it is a necessary object to have, although because of my concept of it is apparently off, i sometimes forget that because humans value it so much if they give you money when you ask them for it there likely to want you to give it back. I have found myself in what the humans call debt at times because of this. Sometimes i do wonder though if the story that the shaman told me so long ago was not actually referring to myself as it seems like the fox in the story and myself are so similar. Or it could be that because i love this story so much i have adopted that fox's identity as my own. I would love it if i am able to live as long as the fox in the story

People have told me before that this is a bad habit of mine (mostly teammates that iv'e worked with) but its something iv'e liked trying to do recently. the last several jobs iv'e taken (though i haven't taken any recently, ... actually come to think of it i haven't taken a job for awhile now) I like to but a few strands of white hairs at the location where iv'e done something for a job. they resemble my tail hairs but there synthetic. (i couldn't dream of taking hairs out of my own tail)

The man, the Legend. Or so he would have you believe. Henry is decent at what he does, however I'm better than he is at the same job, if only because of the amount of time that iv'e had to practice with odds and ends. Though i don't use his particular skills to often, he is useful for information and obtaining some materials from time to time that otherwise would be rather difficult for myself to obtain. I met Henry a few years ago when browsing around in his shop, though he didn't outright make any kinds of claims or offers, for someone who's watched meta-humanity for as long as i have you can pick up on the subtle cues, as well as anyone who has been working in the underworld for some time can also tell. He was a black market through fare and that's the primary reason why i first went to his shop. though he has a legitimate front business, just like all aspects of the market around Seattle. after several days of showing up regularly to brows his legitimate wares i developed enough rapport with him to see his special items. and from that point i have kept in some semblance of contact with him that i can trust him to an extent. though he constantly tries to hit on me whenever i talk to him. He's a nice guy for the most part but even if it weren't for my physical aspects he still wouldn't be someone i could see myself with.

She's been around for awhile, i met her not long after my last job in the shadows. She's the one who started to teach me how to set up the matrix security skills i now posses. However she is still far superior to me, i'm amassed that she hasn't become more well known than she is right now. but it seems to be her way, i dont know her well enough to call her a friend but she is a decent acquaintance. as well as someone for information gathering and rumors. she loves media and is practicaly a junkie for it. she is the first one i would contact for tech issues that i'm not able to solve myself.

Darren, Oh boy...... now there's a topic, We dated for a bit, he was enamored with my tail, luckily he is non-magical so he thought it was an implant and a fashion sense of mine so he didn't mind, nor did he ask questions that i didn't want to answer. iv'e only known him for the last two years and during that time we dated for the latter six months of the first year. He's a decent smuggler and data thief, he like to consider himself a pirate. I even had to convince him to not dress the part, he has a difficult time with dealing with people of any race however for the most part he's decent though a bit prone to violent outbursts against people who insult him that he's not close to

Many years ago, on a plain somewhere in the world a fox was stalking a rabbit. This in of itself is unimportant as what else would you see a fox doing besides worrying about where it is to get its next meal, however there was something about this fox that was different than the rest. The era in which this particular event is obscured from time, as records from that period were lost for the most part in the calamities that struck the world. Even if records were to be kept, among the beings that walked this planet at that particular time would have seen no reason to hold this event in any kind of regard, even had they known or cared about this particular creature. This day started off as any other day, the Fox woke up and hunted for its first meal of the day. Then after it sated its hunger went off to do whatever it is that foxes do until it went looking for its next meal. That’s where we see it now, hunting for its second meal of the day, this rabbit that is unaware of the fox’s presence appears as nothing more than any other brown rabbit. Once the fox is close enough to the rabbit it leaps up and lands on the rabbit, Jaws just centimeters from the rabbits head when something extraordinary happens. Just before the fox goes for the killing blow the rabbit looks the fox in the eyes and the fox receives an assortment of images in its mind that in any sapient speaking creature we would interpret as words, however this being an animal it is incapable of comprehending the spoken word, but this fox was different than most of its kin. This fox was wittier than most and possessed an intelligence that surpassed the confines of what people believed of its race. So when it received this method of communication it let off a bit from killing the rabbit and closed its jaws and stared at the rabbit contemplating its decision. The message that the fox received translates as follows, although the translation is rough as some of the images are more complex and cannot be translated into words but the overall meaning is the same “Please, Oh valiant little hunter of the red fur. Spare me this once of becoming your prey. For if you can find it within yourself to do so you will be greatly rewarded for your kindness and compassion.”

The fox spent several minutes contemplating in its mind what to do, for among foxes this particular fox was more cunning and wise than its brethren. The fox finally after long contemplation, to which the rabbit seemed most content to wait for the foxes response, the fox lifted its paws off of the rabbit and nudged it with its nose. Upon this action there was a ripple all along the rabbit’s body and appeared to start glowing with a faint white light, and it grew in size till it was at least 4 times the size of the fox. Now even more curious than before the fox sat down on its haunches and tilted its head out of curiosity at the glowing image of a nine-tailed fox in front of it. Once the nine-tailed kitsune appeared another set of images went through the foxes mind translating as “For your generosity and kindness to a simple little rabbit whom others of your kind would not have thought twice about killing I bestow upon you this gift.” At this point the image of the kitsune becomes too bright to look at directly and so the fox lowers its head and closes its eyes as the light washes over the fox. Once the light disappears the final words spoken are “Use this gift wisely young one.” However this last remark was not in images but in words. When the light disappeared what was left where the fox was, was a pure white albino fox that was three times its previous size. The gift the fox would soon fin out to be was the ability to shape shift into that of a Human female roughly around the ages of 18-20, with a superior beauty compared to most others, and sentience. Although the comprehension of the spoken work was immediate the fox was unaware of its ability to Shift into that of its Human form, and it took many years before that realization became apparent, and once it realized its ability to shift into human form it still took years for it to master that ability to shift at will. As the years went by the fox ceased to age, being frozen at the physical age it was at the time the spirit bestowed its gift upon it. The fox learned how to interact with the Human society and became quite apt at defending itself as it soon learned that its Human form also drew humans of less reputable traits to it. The fox began to assert its individuality by choosing a name that it felt suited it and started referring to itself as a “Female” by the humans standards so that it could better integrate with that society. She began working with many people and many companies she saw come to power and disappears as the years went by.

Though there were things that she never fully comprehended such as the human’s fascination about time and money, for time was irrelevant to her and money was not a necessity. The lack of understanding about money however sometime got her into trouble with the humans as she would constantly go into debt and never pay it off which at times would cause people of a less reputable nature to try and track her down to get repayment through whatever means. Though rarely did they find her, sometimes one of her enemies would find her and she would be forced to run from them and go into hiding for awhile. She always outlived her enemies and after much time they would inevitably forget about her debt to them as she would persist in the mortal realm while they had long crossed into the void. Throughout her time among the humans she became fascinated with the Media and its ability to disseminate information quickly over vast distances. As time wore on she developed many relationships with many different people watching them grow up and pass on through the void while she never aged. She had taken on many habits one of her favorites was wherever she went and did something she felt was worth remembering she would leave some mark of her presence and watch and wait for it to appear in the media. Sometimes she did it so often that it forced her into hiding until the world forgot about it and then she would change what her identifying mark was. After much time in the mortal world she picked up many skills and among those was the love of creating objects, she loved to build trinkets and other interesting things that amused her however she also saw the potential of such a skill to be useful in protecting herself and the ones she cared about. Another one of her favorite skills was people watching as mortals never left her board they always found ways to be entertaining to her, and when there were the few times that they didn’t manage to entertain her she amused herself by playing pranks on them. The pranks were always harmless for the most part and would never cause more injury than minor bruising because she believed herself to be above maliciousness, it served her no purpose. Such was and is still the life of this entity..

My name is Alexia Mooie Vos, At least that is what I refer to myself as. I am a Fox Shapeshifter as this world calls us now though with my Magical abilities I still like to refer to myself and a Kitsune. More commonly known as a Fox Spirit in the Japanese mythology, The story above is one of my favorites that I came across many years ago before the first matrix crash. Yes that makes me quite old for my race, as many of my fellow race don't live past several decades. Iv'e taken to great lengths to save this story over the years from whence i first heard it among the Amerindian tribes, and old Sioux Shaman was the one who told me this story. I was but a pup at the time. I hold this story in high regards for the fox in this story reminds me much of myself and so i strive to live like the fox in this story does. Many traits this fox possesses I also posses, such as the Spirit Pact. I developed my Pact with a Spirit of Beast when magic had just recently returned to the world. It was the shaman who summoned the spirit that formed the pact with me, however this Shaman was of an interesting type. He never bound the spirits to him, in fact when he summoned them he offered them a favor of him if they would grant his request. His request at that time was that the spirit form a pact with me to grant me a long life and the ability to speak. Why might you ask? well the reasoning that the shaman had told me was that he saw that as just a normal Fox i contained a great inelegance for one of my kind. However the price that the shaman paid was great for he did not live long after this pact was formed, The spirit though that formed the pact with me was an honorable one. Apparently as the spirit told me later he considered the shaman a good friend and if he had requested anything of it the spirit would if it were within its power, grant the request. The spirit never told me though why it had that close of a bond with the Shaman, It would say when i asked of it "That is of a personal matter between him and myself." The name i wear is the one that the Shaman gave me telling me that it was the name of the Fox in the story.

Years later after the Shaman died the spirit which now walked among the mortals approached me and told me of that which he never wished the shaman to know of, which is why he waited till after the death of the shaman. What he told me was that the only thing that the spirit was able to grant me was a long life, by implanting a part of his essence, or as many magicians now call a formula. By implanting this in me it awakened the dormant magic within myself which the spirit said most likely would have awakened anyway but as when that happened the essence of the spirit became my own and was not necessarily to have the energy supplied by the spirit, as it was sustained by myself. He continued on to say that he had no idea how long i would live and implied that i might in fact if i become powerful enough, have no mortal end except through violence or illness. There were a few interesting things that happened to me when the magic in my being awakened. all the color in my fur and eyes disappeared, leaving me as white as an albino. Along with the bleaching of my color i gained the ability to shift my form into that of a Human, though this itself took me many years after wards to find out, and it was by complete accident. I was out hunting and a thought occurred to me wondering how it was that the humans lived, and wondering what it would be like to live among them and what I would look like as a human. It was at this time that i found myself looking down at a pair of human hands.

After i learned i had this ability, i decided to go into the human world and learn about them. I became fascinated with them and there eccentricities, it was rarely ever dull around them. And when it became boring i developed a habit that many think is bad but i quite enjoy, which was to play pranks on unsuspecting individuals. Though i made sure that the pranks i played were always harmless, and never caused injuries more severe than a minor bruise. I found it fun to watch there reactions, not in hurting the individuals. and if ever i took it to far i would try to make amends, sometimes the people though wouldn't accept that i meant no harm and unfortunately for me it has developed some enemies for myself. As one time i played a prank on someone unknowing that they were a member of the Humanis Poly Club, and a mage to boot. After that incident (and he is still trying to find me to this day) i realized it would be a good idea to learn how to understand peoples Auras in the astral as i constantly see them, and to pick up on all the little nuances that humans have that will speak of there disposition. Soon after i started living among the humans i learned of there media and news which i grew addicted to, it was a way for me to learn more about them so that i could better fit in. Even now my kind is not so welcome so i did quickly learn that unless its a necessity its best if i keep the fact that i'm not a human to myself. Over the years as i have seen the technology level increase i noted that i needed to start making myself appear older, as the long life that was given to me by the pact pretty much prevented me from aging. I know not at this point weather i will ever age past what i look like now or if i will always look like this, Only time will tell.

Many things i found interesting among the humans were there little trinkets, I learned how to start making items and such. The skill fascinated me and i always enjoy making things, i soon saw that this skill came in sue for protecting myself from the less reputable kind whom i would rather not have any contact with. so i developed it further till i became quite apt. I also learned how to use there technology to my benefit was well. However though i learn much about the humans one thing still eludes me, the concept of money is still so very strange and i don't think i will ever understand it. Why pay for food when you can go hunt it yourself? though money is a strange object i know that sense the humans seem to value it so much it is a necessary object to have, although because of my concept of it is apparently off, i sometimes forget that because humans value it so much if they give you money when you ask them for it there likely to want you to give it back. I have found myself in what the humans call debt at times because of this. Sometimes i do wonder though if the story that the shaman told me so long ago was not actually referring to myself as it seems like the fox in the story and myself are so similar. Or it could be that because i love this story so much i have adopted that fox's identity as my own. I would love it if i am able to live as long as the fox in the story