<span style="font-weight: bold">Student Form.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Name:</span>Criss Faulkes.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Age:</span>20.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Gender:</span>Male.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Species:</span>Fox/bunny mix anthro.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Description:</span>5 Foot tall he is a small mix anthro, between a fox and a bunny he has the face of a bunny but ears, teeth, tail and digi legs like a fox. His fur is a dark shade of orange with a lighter white ish orange color in the middle of his chest and around his eyes and maw. He wears black jeans and a black shirt. He has a emo look to himself but not really emo he paints his nails black and wears ash eyeliner but the looks is as far as the emo-nessgoes. he is very nice but has a very dark side to himself, he has no parents, no family and really no friends. he lives in trees and steels only what he needs to live from others that don't really need the things that he steels.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Year of study:</span>3erd year. ( Takeing classes on magical art and the power to heal )<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Student records:</span>He is shy at first but can warm up to someone veary quickly once talken to. He is the Student that is always seen in the back of the class room keeping to himself. He secretly likes to be in warm wet places, such as a womb of a female or in the back door of a female or male he does not like the idea of being swallowed or eaten in anyway but he is open to it.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Magical aptitudes:</span>He specializes in the magic of sensations, such as Pain, Warmth, Cold and Pleasure and others. He is also learning to heal him self and others, he also has the ability to reform himself by pulling of a stran of fur off of him self before he does what ever that may end in his death, so when he dies the stran of fur pullled off before what ever... will grow into a new body already with a soul with all the memorys of how he died. Every stran of his fur has a small amount of his soul in it, so his magic is channeled thru his fur.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Criss slowly opened his eyes looking at the light shining thru the thick leaf tree that he had fallen asleep in, laying on a large branch of the tree with his right leg hanging off the large branch and his head held up by a make shift pillow attached to his backpack, he woke up yawning to the sun he sits up and looks around, he was in a tree in the front yard of the school. Stretching his arms up high he yawns again, then before he did anything more he reachs into his backpack and pulls out a book that had to of been hundreds of years old, made out of worn black leather with black studed metal going up the spine of the book, on the front of it it looked as if blue fire had burnt it and some how stained it with the color blue giveing a look of a blue flame on the front of it. He opens the book to its first page and reads the only few words that are read able the rest in some kind of magic language that he has yet to find someone that can read it, what could be read was "Read with blind eyes and gain wisdom with open hands" and under those few words had the name of the school.<br/>The book is the only thing he has to remember of his family, he does not remember there faces or there names just that the book was a family erlume, he very rarely shows it to others he waits to find somone that seems to know a great deal of magic and its history then shows the book to them in hopeing that they might be able to read the magic language but so far many have failed to read the old magic language.<br/>Criss closes the book and puts it back in his backpack and pulls out a slim-jim and jumps to the ground a good 10 feet off the ground, he landed as if it was only a foot of the ground and began to eat the slim-jim before heading into the school.