Introduction

Cookies.

You needed cookies. Bad. Like seriously punch a guy in the face if you didn't get your cookies soon bad. The Bakery!

The bell attached to the top of the door ring-a-linged as you entered, and- man did this place smell good. Icing and candied strawberries and chocolate puffs and warm muffins right out of the oven and...

Cookies. There. Half the counter was dedicated to every type of cookie imaginable. You salivated.

Scuse me? Can I get some help, please?" What horrible management. Not a single employee in sight.

With much more cursing and tripping over stacks of flour than was really necessary, a harried looking young man emerged from the Employees Only door in the back of the store. He wiped at a spot of vanilla icing on his cheek, managing to smudge the sugary stuff into his face rather than remove it.Er, sorry. What did you need?"

Yeah... I'd like a bag of oatmeal and chocolate chip cookies, plea-

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Using your incredible deductive reasoning, you concluded that the shrill beeping had something to do with the smoke leaking out of the Employee's Only door.

What that... OH LORD, NOT MY CAKES!

The man, in a flurry of pink hair and icing covered cheeks, bolted through the back door (tripping over those sacks of flour again).

You heard a shriek.

Maybe those cookies could wait.

Profile

Name: Fauvos (fow-vos)
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Birthday: 04 August
Height: 5'6

Language(s): Lun D'ile-vos, English

Born: D'ile-vos (Island of Water); off the coast of Mystery Island
Current Residence: Apartment in Neopia Central
Job: Baker
Species: Sponge Lupe
Pelt: Pink, turquoise
Hair: Pink
Eyes: Light Blue
Markings: Top half of face is turquoise, turquoise bands on arms, stripes on tail (true for both quad and anthro)
Other: Freckles! :D
Personality: Busy, overdramatic, easily distract- Oh hay a bird!

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Past and Present

Fauvos was born in the tropical paradise of Lun D'ile-vos. As a kid, when he wasn't running from vicious headhunters and threatening the Tombola Guy, he enjoyed hanging on the beach and causing trouble. And lots of it. He isn't allowed to do Kitchen Quests anymore because of a certain mishap involving a Mega Carrot Muffin and a squirrel.

His childhood was relatively peaceful. He grew up on a small patch of land, barely large enough to call an island, just northeast of Mystery Island. As was the way of his people, Fauvos was brought up by his entire tribe instead of just his parents.

His tribe speaks an old dialect of the island language. If you'd like to learn a few words, scroll down to Lost in Translation =)

Being a native of an island, one would think Fauvos would be an excellent swimmer. Hahahahaha- WRONG. He hates the water. Detests it. It probably has to do with him being a sponge and soaking it all up. Or maybe he just can't swim and doesn't want anyone to know.

To get away from all that evil water, Fauvos moved to Neopia Central. All he has to do is be careful not to fall into the Rainbow Pool when he goes shopping.

Speaking of shopping, the only places Fauvos will usually be seen are The Bakery and the Chocolate Factory. He loves sweets. I mean Loves with a capital L. Mystery Island has no sweets. Who can live on Jummie Rolls and Funnydew Melons? Seriously? No one, that's who.

Drawn to the smell of fresh cakes and an empty wallet, Fauvos got a job at The Bakery, and is a baker-in-training. With no oven privileges. It was that squirrel again, I tell you! At least he gets paid in 30% bakery goods.

That boy must have an incredible metabolism, because he eats enough to feed a herd of Elephantes.

And speaking of sweets... What in the world happened to that poor snowbunny? It's made entirely of chocolate and whipped cream! Fauvos, stop drooling.

Truffle is Fauvos' loyal chocolaty companion. Fauvos got him for free with a box of milk chocolate kikos. The shop owner said the poor little guy was a defective product from their new line of chocolate Easter bunnies and was eager to get rid of him. What sugar loving sponge lupe could resist?

Lost in Translation

Crazy islanders always have a crazy island language, right? Right! So, here are a few words in Fauvos' native tounge, Lun D'ile-vos, Language of the Water Island.

Lun D'ile-vos	English
M'e noh	Hello
Pah pou (tche)	Goodbye
Ja-pa moh?	How are you?
Whuut na-na te	I am well
Chaa lo (ke)	Thank you (very much)
Do'k no	Please
Hue hue	Beautiful
Fauh	Sunset
Vos	Water
Fyyn	Oyster
Keki	Cake

If you look closely, you can see that Fauvos' name is made up of the two words Fauh, Sunset, and Vos, (ocean)water. His name literally means 'The meeting of Sunset and Ocean'.

And a little pronunciation guide...

Letter	Sound
a	as in father
e	as in bet
i	as in machine
o	as in hose
u	as in put
y	as in bin
aa	Two vowels together (excluding y) are pronounced with a very slight pause between them ex. Whuut = wu-uht ex. Fauh = fah-oh
*Note:	Running two vowels together (ie. fauh = fow) as we usually do with English words is acceptable (Fauvos = fow-vos instead of fah-oh-vos)
ch	as in ship
h	always silent
ke or tche	Added to the end of words or phrases to make them more formal

Friends

Fyyn

Fyyn is the 'Prince' of my tribe, and currently runs the place. I've known him since forever. Although young and kinda' weak, he's doing pretty well. A little harsh, though.