What you see before you is a most imposing sight indeed, a creature that towers over most halflings and that spells certain doom for unattended shiny objects. Or maybe you just see a mildly hyper, skittish foxlike creature that stands well at crotch-level with most people. Really, it's all a matter of perspective.

 The figure is indeed some sort of fox; But not a kitsune as many are like to see wandering around the streets of Sinifer city. No, instead this was a tried and true fox-person. They stand at an imposing four-feet and four inches in height, covered from head to toe in thick, almost luxuriously soft creamy white fur. Atop their head is a mane of messy hair, a mane which is parted by two pert, triangular ears that constantly swivel and twitch towards even the smallest of sounds. Said mane of course outlines the vulpine features of the figure; Decidedly foxlike in every way, with a long, narrow muzzle and a narrow tongue. From behind messy bangs of hair peer two icy blue eyes, always watching the world and flitting from one thing to the next in pursuit of something new to witness. Or something like that... Who knew what was going on in that fuzzy head of theirs.

 Overall their figure was lithe and slender - That is to say, androgynous. It was difficult indeed to place the person's exact gender, as they almost never seemed to go without wearing clothes; Usually an old pair of thick cloth pants, an embroidered white shirt and a red-dyed leather jacket, all finished off with a much older looking belt - Though the entire outfit had clearly seen better days, random holes were torn into the jacket and pants, not to mention the once pristine white shirt being stained with dirt. There was also the curious additions on that worn and aged leather belt - A small bag containing random snacks, and a holster for a rusty old flintlock pistol. Curiously, whenever the weapon is drawn and fired, the figure is seen tossing it away rather than stowing it for later or reloading. Even more curiously still, there always seems to be a fresh, "new" (Rusty) flintlock in its place mere moments later.

 Perhaps the most curious addition to the vulpine's attire was the presence of shackles on their wrists and ankles. Old, tarnished things that have clearly seen better days, with loops for where thin chains might have once been attached. If one gets close enough to see they might tell that there are some scars around the figure's throat as well, from where a collar might have once been secured. Those scars are hidden however underneath a fine, silken ribbon of red cloth, neatly tied into a bowtie at the back of their neck.

And then there exists the most significant scar, mayhaps; Positioned right at the crown of her head, hidden under layers of fluffy hair-like fur, is a scar not too unlike what one might expect to get when struck by an especially heavy, blunted instrument. Though the exact cause of the scar will forever remain a mystery even to Pluck herself, as anyone that deems to ask about it will just get a shrug and a 'Pluck does not remember!'

---OOC Note---
Peculiar events have left Pluck with some measure of control over their physical size, allowing them to swell in size or dwindle down to impossible levels of smallness. Though the process is slow and requires intense concentration on their part to enact, it can persist indefinitely after the fact.
That said, it's a clumsy sort of ability; It is prone to going off on its own at seemingly random intervals, swiftly (If not instantly) reducing them to smaller sizes, even down to barely even an inch tall! When this happens, the fox finds it impossible to return to their former size for several hours, or even several days afterwards.

If there's any situations in which you'd like to see the plucky critter spontaneously shrunken down by one or two feet, or even to bite-sized levels, just let me know!

An additional note: Pluck defaults to an androgynous mixed (Herm) gender, but for one reason or another their gender is up for perception.. That is to say - If a person decides to get the fox naked, they'll silently become whatever gender the person initially perceived them to be! Unless Pluck happens to undress themselves, that is. This will most likely lead to some levels of confusion on Pluck's part, as it's an ability they neither know they possess nor know how to control. Until such a time as their temporary gender is assigned, I'll largely refer to her as feminine in emotes.