A modest and oddstepping man, whose skin is flush with Vaegom sun and Velnias complexion. He speaks with the accent of somebody who occupied much of his childhood in a city below a city, which he did. His head is balding though well-kempt, and his clothes reflect a relatively hard living on the sea—thin yet warm and waterproofed below the waist. His thick brow and lack of a smile betray a quiet friendliness and humor, a soft speaking tone, a reluctance to intrude.
His fursona is a multicolored kitsune spirit who can fly.
Tokens for a TTRPG character of mine.
