Name: Fox Delta
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian 
Physical Description:
Copper hair and pale skin, he is a ginger after all. 
Brown eyes, nothing too crazy. 
Short for his age - 5'7" 
Always has a hoodie of some sort on, usually a shade of blue. 

Skillset:
Normal Talents - 
	Strategizing (loves strategy games, got pretty good at them) 
	Hiding (He is a little ball of anxiety so hiding is something he does often)
	Running (He ran track for a few years) 
	Good liar (Honesty isn't the best policy) 

Magic Talents -
	Telekinesis (Common, I know) 
 
Misc. Talents -
	Fast learner (if that counts towards anything)

History:
	Fox had a fear of pretty much anything due to his abusive upbringing, let's just say his father wasn't a very kind man. One particularly terrible day at his home, his father had come through the door in one of his infamous rages. He blamed Delta for being the reason he was fired. A silly excuse, but his father was one to put his problems on the nearest person. His father through a book at Fox, not the worst thing, but that fact that was it was a hardback didn't make it a good thing either. Scared out of his mind, he froze, eyes screwed shut. He managed to move the book slightly to the left, sending it crashing through a lamp instead of his face. His father blamed him for that too, even though Fox immediately passed out afterwards. 
	Fox also had what seemed like an affinity for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He one day decided to talk an alternate route to school and ended up being arrested for a murderer. He was later released since they ended up catching the real culprit, but that's what he gets for walking under a bridge, past a corpse one day. It's still on his record though, they forgot to erase the fact he was wrongfully accused of murder, so he won't be getting a high-end job anytime soon. 

Psychological Profile:
	No one is trustworthy. Eventually, everyone will betray you, even the ones you thought loved you. Fox is extremely skittish, always expecting someone to hit him even though he hasn't seen his dad in over about a year. He was already a little paranoid, his father just made it worse. He would suddenly explode over every little thing, whether it was a pea rolling off his plate or Delta's grade dropping by 5%. 	Due to his love of strategy games, when he's not freaking out he usually considers everything to be one big game of chess. People are pawns, and he's stuck front and center in the battlefield. He'd rather be in the back, contemplating the next move, than be stuck up front telling people what to do or acting out the plans. 

Possessions:
	The first book he bent to his will, "Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End" by Atul Gawande. 
	A small rib bone from a fox. His mother gave it to him for luck, he wears it on a chain. 
	A small backpack full of duct tape. Another thing his mother told him that he took to heart, duct tape is good for everything. 
	His favorite dark blue hoodie, he's always wearing it. Emotional attachment and whatnot. 

[@HeySeuss]