A tall and lanky young chap, strong and able bodied but with a sort of leanness that would hint more of a predatory sort then many of the bruisers or slight effeminate fops one might catch a glance of; he moves with a lazy grace of seeming self satisfaction, loping along without an apparent care or lack of confidence in the world. Garbed in eclectic clothing that is more of function then form and possessed of an easy air; one would get an idea that this kitsune really finds just about everything around him to be a joke. If you're lucky he'll even share the punchline.

In terms of appearance, he's handsome in a rapscallion scoundrel kung-fu sort of way, a little wild and feral touch that seems to drip through no matter what he's doing, as where he a predator that simply recently ate and is willing to chase its prey for the sport rather the meat.


((wip or something