Shrapnel's Bio [Updated]

name: Shrapnel Henry Fox,  A.K.A. "Striker"
species: North American Arctic [Grey] Fox. 90% Fox 10% human
sex: Male [Tod]
weight: 150 LBS
age: 37
height: 6 foot [6'0'']
fur/hair color and designs: all grey, but his head, and patch running down entire back is about 3 shades darker then the rest of his fur
basic physical properties description: skinny, but hidden muscle under his fur that become clear when flexed or strained. he has dark blue eyes, longer head hair that almost forms a mane and comes back into a large Mohawk and fluffs out into a hippy hair style in the back. but this is just because he refuses to cut his hair and is the style he prefers. he also has a medium sized tail, and average sized ears.
clothing: plain t-shirt, favorite color being maroon. a pair of blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. also wears his military dog tags and his wedding ring.
personality: no non-scene but not over bearing. one could say he cares to the point that he would be disappointed with anything but one's best effort. but his fatherly, and slightly feministic side, can be seen from time to time.

bio: born December 1st to Nicole and flak fox, and named after the inventor of the air burst artillery shell, shrapnel is a second generation anthro [meaning to say he is only the second generation of the final mutation of the anthro species] and an only child to the two first generation north American grey foxes. he was raised in a military household, his father being an ex-air force pilot in Vietnam and his mother being a spy during the cold war. this lead to him being highly respectful despite heavy, anti-anthro views by the general public. he was born and raised in green bay Wisconsin and soon became accustomed to the unbearable cold of the icy north. he lived a rather uneventful life up until he enrolled in middle school [or junior high.] were he faced a cruel and unforgiving stage of life were almost everyone was trying to do everything short of kill him. he got into his first fight only three days into the school year, and got the snot kicked out of him. at that point, his father decided it was time to teach him to defend himself. flak taught him hand to hand and disarming techniques and soon enough, shrapnel was a fast, well timed fighter that could not only hold his own, but annihilate anyone who tried to take him on. though he never started a fight in his life, shrapnel was almost always in the school office, and the principle had his parents on speed dial because of it. though he could cream anyone who fought him, he was still bullied, and often took his anger out on his bullies when he couldn't take it anymore. but shrapnel did have one friend. a vixen named Kate he met as a freshman in high school. she to was a freshman, and when the same events that shrapnel had to deal with started happening to her at the football field, shrapnel stepped in to keep the jocks from hitting on her in more 'derogatory' ways. this is to say they only saw her as something new to have at night. shrapnel and Kate instantly hit it off as close friends, being two of eight anthros in a school of 800. come sophomore year, they were dating and had a strong relationship that survived the high school torment the two were both regularly put through, and shrapnel's weekly visits to the office turned into daily events. but although shrapnel was a trouble maker in high school, he was very smart. with a B+ average, he was better then most in class. though not the brightest bulb in the lot, he wasn't the dimmest. but his true talent was in the school's AFJROTC program. [Air Force Junior Recruit Officer Training Corp.] he was a master of drill, both armed and unarmed, and won first place in state and national armed exebition in both solo and platoon competitions. his will to follow in his fathers footsteps became clear when on his 17'th birthday, he enrolled in a pilot's class, getting his single engine license about six weeks later. he flew solo regularly, and would often take Kate up on flights with him as a 'date' if you will. at the age of 18, his senior year, shrapnel had since become a very skilled, and one of the youngest, aerobatic stunt pilots, flying an extra 500 for competitions and recreation alike. soon after, both him and Kate graduated from high school, and shrapnel proposed right on stage to her, instantly winning her heart, and hand, in marriage. they married on February 2nd the following year. but tragedy soon struck the fox family when flak, shrapnel's father, suffered a heart attack that left him in a hospital for the remainder of his life. he would die three weeks later. this left shrapnel lost, his father having been his mentor and was practically god in his eyes. his mother however, took it much harder. she would die within the week of her husbands death of a broken heart, further adding to shrapnel's sorrow, now without parents at the young age of 19. but Kate kept him on track, and shrapnel made it a personal goal to make his father proud and after moving with kate to the state of Ohio, went to the local air force recruiter. he was enlisted into the air force were he flew threw basic with ease, and was sent into his requested field as a strike pilot. but shrapnel, like his parents, was a super solder in the sense. he was able to be taught to fly the A-10C Thunderbolt [also called the Warthog] within a year, before being shipped to Iraq were he flew strike missions against both Kuwait, and later Taliban targets in close support of ground troops. he soon advanced to the rank of Lieutenant, and was put in command of two other pilots as flight leader. he flew for a total of ten years before a walk in the park mission turned into every pilots nightmare. a hidden stinger missile in a Taliban village locked onto, and shot down, one of shrapnel's wingmen, killing him when he was unable to eject in time since they were flying so low to the ground. shrapnel got hit next and was just barley able to eject in time. his third wingman was forced to return to base when he took damage from the missile that hit shrapnel's plane. but this left shrapnel alone, behind enemy lines, and injured at that. a single tank by the call sign 'Shepard of Death' was instantly dispatched to retrieve him, and after a four hour push through mortars, RPG's and attach choppers left over from the Kuwait war, they were able to rescue shrapnel and return him to the states were he was honorably discharged for medical and psychological reasons after ten years in the military. he was now 29. the ptsd was the main reason for his discharge. the image of his wingman being shot down and killed made shrapnel slip into a dark descent of self destruction. he hit the bottle hard. for two years, shrapnel was almost never sober, and it showed when he would be in bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in the flashbacks. but in the mist of it all, he never turned violent if for no other reason then his wife and two kids. when shrapnel came back from his very first tour of duty, he was informed he was a father, and had arrived right as Kate was in labor. he rushed to the hospital and was soon the father to a grey vixen, Christal, and an orange tod, Russel. he tried to be the best father he could despite only having three months between 9 month deployments over seas. but after the ten years, he was home for good. his wife had tried and failed to get him sober, but when Christal caught him sobbing, drunk, and having night terrors from his service, he promised his nine year old daughter he would stop drinking, and the next morning he was in rehab. a few months later he was sober, more-or-less, and went back home to a supportive family. he stayed sober sense he left rehab, and lived an uneventful life for the next five years. they lived off of both shrapnel's pension, and his income as a chief at a local five star restaurant. shockingly enough, shrapnel was a rather good cook. most of his recipes were actually just him experimenting, and very rarely did he make a bad dish. his practice in exebition drill, plus his fast reflexes, made it a walk in the park to show off, flipping knifes and skillets everywhere to keep kitchen moral up when the day would get stressful. life was good, perfect even. the family of four could live off of shrapnel's pension and chief paycheck, plus shrapnel's on the side money from the Ohio swat team. his experience made him an excellent trainer for new recruits, and would often go on small raids with the team when able. though life caught up to him when he was 34. he had taken Kate out for their anniversary at an outdoor restaurant, the one he worked at. but in the middle of the meal, a group of anti-anthro gang members pulled up, and sprayed the restaurant down in a drive by. shrapnel had flipped the table and pulled his wife to cover, but when the fire stopped, she had been hit in the chest, and bleed out in his arms before EMT's could arrive. shrapnel once again slipped into a dark corner of life. he quit his job, and hit the bottle once again. his two children, now both 15, did what they could to help shrapnel through the loss of his life long love, but nothing pulled him out of the rut he was trapped in. but as if by some miracle, shrapnel just stopped drinking. like a new air of life filled his body. though he never told anyone, even his two kids, what happened, he spoke of Kate rather fondly, as if it was she herself that got him sober for the second time. he got his job back one sober, and supported his kids for the next three years until they themselves graduated high school, moved into an apartment as room mates, and started attending collage, leaving the house empty for shrapnel. but he doesn't mind. every weekend his kids return and they celebrate family together, watch the game, and have a good old time. this is were they sit currently, though everything from here on out is another story.

military roll: EX United States Air Force A-10C Thunderbolt strike pilot, serving ten years with an honorable discharge
rank: Lieutenant
weapons: .44 Magnum anaconda revolver, K-Bar knife, M4 CQB or B.A.R.
armor: none, but when flying he wears a G-suit and flight helmet
gear: Tac vest, maps, radio, revolver holster
vehicle: Black 1968 Charger R/T
theme song: Justice - Canon