Race: Foxkin
Gender: Male
Hair: Ebon
Eyes: Green
Physique: Athletic!



Fresh off the boat from gods-know-where is this tricksome fellow, with a foxy muzzle curiously well-suited to the sly grin he often sports when up to some new mischief. Which is to say...almost always, unless he's sleeping, and even then there are dreams of mischief to be had! With a glorious bushy tail, fine fur coat and fox's features elsewise, he's a modestly rare sight indeed; a vulpine-themed creature that -isn't- an outrageously chesty female!

Not to say he doesn't have a nice chest, because he totally does. His musculature is quite well-tended overall, though his arms and upper back are developed beyond the rest. Doubtless the result of extensive training with the exquisite bow that is ever within arm's reach of the foxkin. His legs are quite strong as well, and likely for the same reason; just standing around and nocking arrow after arrow tends to let one's quarry either close into goring range, or possibly escape.

His scent is one of the wilds, of fresh rain and loamy forests. No perfumes or contrived scents like rose baths for this fellow; his goal is to -blend in- while on the hunt, not stand out like a Sinifer resident without commitment issues.