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Xavier Monmonier

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Character / Description / Idea ©  Kiono Winterfox
Art © myself
Alola Ninetales © Nintendo

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General Data Sheet

Name: Xavier Monmonier (French pronunciation; family name after the founder of the first orphanage he was put in, parents' name unknown)

Race: Alolan Ninetales

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Size: 5'4''/1.65m

Weight: 110 pound/50kg

Eye Color: Very light blue, almost white iris, dark blue skleris

Hair Color: Light blue fur, darker at the base of the tail and hair which gets lighter to pure white at the tips; his hair is a long, flowing mane reaching down to the lower ribs

Occupation: Skiing instructor, model

Strengths: Light control over snow and ice (slightly more when touching it with his bare hands); light mind control (through voice and eye contact, stronger if kinks and pleasures are shared, i.e. very light telepathy); highly resistant to cold temperatures; experienced snowboarder and skier

Weaknesses: Weak to heat; not particularly strong (can be easily physically overpowered by an even remotely trained person)

Personality: Naughty, seductive, strong willed and minded, egoistic, very dominant, playful

Unique Features: Very cold body temperature (around freezing point of water); pierced ears and tongue; very fluffy and long fur on his 3 tails which make it appear as if he had one very thick tail

Hobbies: Skiing, Snowboarding, Ice Skating, Acting, Modelling, Flirting, Cross Dressing

Personal Data Sheet

Parents: Unknown, was raised as orphan, never adopted.

Childhood: Xavier's earliest memory was on his birthday, the 21th of December, Midwinter. It had snowed heavy for the last few days, enough to block the roads and keep potential adopter in their homes. New snowstorms and more fresh snow were forecast until after New Year, turning the best time of the year for adopting into the worst. The young Alolan Vulpix was 7 years old by that day. The sight of the snow-blocked roads and backyard mesmerized him, he had pressed his nose flat against the windows, not willing to take his eyes of this field of white, all hard edges smoothed down, all the dirt covered and hidden, everything was pristine, untouched, perfect. School was off; the teacher couldn't drive through the deep snow, leaving the other orphans with a rare, free day.
After breakfast the kids could dress up and go outside, Xavier the first to hit the snow. Minutes later, the snow hit the young and small Vulpix, some of the older kids enjoyed bullying the younger ones and Xavier was both; young, small and weak. The first few volleys made the Vulpix cry, which only encouraged the older boys to go further, stuffing the boy's pants with snow, then his maw and finally burying him. “Eat that, snow freak!” The boss of the bullies shouted and kicked the pile of snow Xavier was stuck in. The sounds from inside had stopped, much to the distress of the older kids, they had only wanted to scare not outright harm or even kill the boy! “Hey, stop acting on us or else!” They weren't exactly sure what else they could do, but hoped their raising panic hadn't reached their voices yet.
In terror they watched the pile contract and compress, turning slowly into eyes, before exploding into thousands of sharp shards.
Needless to say this stopped the bullies from picking on shorter boys for a long time. This also brought Xavier into a different orphanage, one for kids like him not knowing their strengths and in need of a strong hand guiding and teaching them.
He spend there only a few years, years he wants to forget every minute of the day he doesn't spend with keeping himself occupied in any way. He doesn't speak about what happened there, but in the age of sixteen he ran away, leaving the orphanage frozen from roof down to the many cellars.

Adolescence: His flight took him far from the town where he was raised, mostly travelling as hitch-hiker, earning little money with small jobs here and there. Over the course of a year he made his way across the ocean and into the mountains on the continent. He found a job in a small hotel as waiter, living from tips and the little money his work earned him. It wasn't a happy time either, but at least he could see the mountains and travel there whenever he had a day or two off.
Xavier had a lot of time for the guests during the winter time, listening to their tales and adventures during their skiing trips. His lithe, almost cute appearance also helped him to more intimate contacts with some of the guests, while his natural affinity to the snow found the attention of the local Snow Patrols. The Vulpix could read the snow like no one else in the team, could spot potential avalanche sides with a mere look and managed to stay on top of the softest powder without snowshoes, at least when he wanted to. Their encouragement got him a full time job in their team during the winter where he helped with the regular exercises and got his first whiff of being a skiing instructor. As with everything involving snow, he had a natural talent which needed only little refinement before he was as good as his teacher.. Snowboarding was a bit harder to learn, but within one winter he could keep up with the best, including stunts and jumps.

Early Adulthood: On his 18th birthday he was part of another exercise for avalanche rescue. Knowing the great love for snow of their team mate, Xavier was chosen to be one of the victims. The Vulpix had prepared himself for an hour or two in the deep snow with a buttplug and vibrator, giggling every now and then during the briefing for no obvious reason. Earning some odd looks, the 'victims' were lead outside and into the snowfield. An actual avalanche had come down there, thankfully without actual casualties.
After putting the headphone on, he turned to one of his better friends, smiling. “Stuff a snowball in my maw before you take me under,” Xavier purred, earning another strange look, then a kiss and finally a small gag. “We have to talk you to and you have to answer after all,” she reminded him and kissed his nose. “You still feel like a stiff one... and are one, too?” Hearing the faint buzz, she gave Xavier a parting grope of the groin, before the Vulpix slid into the deep hole, getting comfy in the all-encompassing hard snow. Moments later he felt chunks of hard snow dropped on his head, slowly but surely fully burying him.
The stomps to compact the snow around him translated muffled down to his ears and straight into his memories. Flashbacks of that faithful day all those years ago haunted him. He started to panic; bit hard into the snowball gag to stop him from sobbing, knowing the radio would pick it up and ruin the day. The attempts to calm himself made his panic and anger only worse. Rejection, no love other than physical, loneliness, all the dark feelings he had buried deep inside bubbled up again for no obvious reason. Voices started to speak to him, but he could make no sense of them nor understood the concerned undertones he picked out. He screamed to shut them out, tore at his ears to silence them. By chance he yanked the headphones out, silencing the voices, leaving only his own in his mind.
“Shut up, I am enjoying my life, I like my work, and I have friends!” he told himself through tears freezing on his cheeks. The voice in his mind taunted him, told him he could never have friends for longer than a night or two. “Even if, I don't mind! I'm young, I'm confident, I'm strong!” The last statement was a shout sending a shockwave through the snow, not far, just enough to give him even more room than the first outburst had already created. “I am not weak,” he finally sobbed as he curled up inside his frosty tomb.
Having listened through the entire outburst, the Rescue team had started their work prematurely and went straight to the buried Vulpix; usually they had to search the buried ones, but this was a real emergency. Despite knowing exactly there their team mate was, reaching him was a different matter, the snow was as hard as ice after three feet, forcing them to use their ice axes instead of shovels. It took an hour to break through the ice shield. As they breached the hollow in the snow, a gust of air so cold even the polar bear in the team had not experienced before greeted them, followed by a weak voice. “Don't worry, friends, I'm fine, I just have... Well, I feel better now.” The words calmed Xavier's team mates more than they should have in the strange situation; it was as if they were under a spell. A spell broken after they had helped him out; everyone saw the change, Xavier had grown a few inches in size, his tails were a good deal longer and not curled any more while their tips had a smoke-like appearance to them. One of the quicker thinkers, the girl who buried him earlier, called out, “You have... evolved! You're no Vulpix anymore, you are a Ninetales! With... three tails?” This last comment broke the last remnants of the calming spell. Shocked by the revelation, Xavier grabbed his tails, counting them. “And there I was sure I am finally complete!” He whined with a laughing face, much to the amusement of his mates who burst out laughing. Not that it was a particular good joke, but it broke the tension and told them Xavier was still doing fine, more than fine in fact.

Current Life: After his stressful upbringing and the gradual change to the good sides of life, the Ninetales enjoys his life to the fullest now, following the winter across the world as a well-known and highly regarded skiing instructor and mountaineer. While he has no degree of any kind, not to mention any formal education, his recommendations and popularity had secured him places in a few researches, one had even brought him as far as the Southern Pole. His evolution had helped him getting mostly over his dark past and sparked a desire for pleasure and snow, best when combined. With his lithe, feminine body, he had stared in several photo shootings of both commercial and erotic kind. His low body temperature is something most of his partners have a hard time dealing with, but his seductive nature helps them to ignore the deep chill for long enough.
Xavier is a dandy, seeking his own pleasure, taking it whenever he finds someone suitable, no matter which gender his partner has.

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Published: 7 years, 7 months ago
Rating: General

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