Name: Silverfang<br/>Species: Vixen<br/>Sex: Female<br/>Age: unknown, but looks to be about 18<br/>Hair: White<br/>Eyes: Red<br/>Class: Fighter<br/>Alignment: Chaotic Good<br/>Appearance: A 5'2" anthro fox, her fur is silver, darkening to black at the tips of her 4' tail and ears. She wears a black leather vest, and simple tan baggy pants, held up by a rope belt. And has a red scarf tied around her neck. She wears a Nunchaku on her left hip, and a flute hangs from her right hip.<br/>Background/personality: Not much is known of Silverfang's past,not even her age, other than she was nearly killed in a fight, which left her with a scar that runs around her neck(which is why she wears the scarf). She was found by a group of nuns, and was raised by them. A rather carefree individual, she does whatever she thinks is a good idea at the time. This trait, along with her tendency to pull pranks and be a troublemaker has gotten her into many sticky situations in the past. She's really proud of her looks, especially her tail, and hates to have it pulled on. She's also slightly claustraphobic. She also has a habit of eating people till she's so stuffed she can't move.<br/>Abilities: She uses her speed and agility in combat, relying on her reflexes to help her in win. She's kinda reckless and see's fights in only two views "Things you can eat, and things that eat you". Naturally she'll stick around for the first category, but tends to avoid anything that falls into the second. She can also communicate with any form of canine.<br/>Skills: Run, Climb, Track<br/><br/>Silverfang comes to the scene of the goblin battle shortly after everyone has left the scene. She looks around for a moment and scowls "Great, I spend two weeks chasing these buggers, and they go and get wasted before I have a chanche to have any fun." She shakes her head and sighs, and notices the parties tracks heading off into the distance "But maybe they lead me to some fun anyway...". She grins and follows the tracks until she catches sight of the party, staying behind them to try and avoid being noticed and whispers to herself "Well, well well. What an interesting group of travelers they seem to be..."