Species: Wolf Beastfolk Gender: Male Age: 31 Height: 182cm Weight: 103kg ○ Appearance A wolf beastfolk samurai with fur that gradients from a pale ice-color to white. He has a lean, sharp face reminiscent of a wolf; his almond-shaped eyes are usually half-lidded, but they harbor a light suggesting sharp intuition. Wearing a deep wicker hat pulled low and a white kimono layered casually with a black haori, he looks every bit the wanderer. A well-used sword hangs at his waist, its hilt and scabbard marked with practical, unpretentious scratches. He often chews on a blade of grass or bamboo, a habit he falls into when deep in thought. ○ Physique A well-proportioned body built through years of training. He has broad shoulders, and lean muscle stands out on his chest and arms, visible even under his clothes. He is tall, providing a sense of security and intimidation just by standing there, yet his movements are surprisingly quiet and supple. When he swings his sword, there is no wasted motion, carrying the weight characteristic of a seasoned veteran. ○ Personality Basically a calm, big-brother type who can't leave those in trouble alone. On the battlefield or in life-or-death situations, his instincts and intuition are razor-sharp, and his ability to sniff out danger is exceptional, earning him deep trust from his allies. On the other hand, his ability to grasp maps or terrain is catastrophic; he has a natural airheadedness that leads him to walk in the exact opposite direction with total seriousness. When his mistakes are pointed out, he simply tilts his head and genuinely wonders, "That's strange..." He is unaware of his own lack of direction, and that is the one thing that never seems to improve. ○ Speech A low, calm voice with few words. Generally blunt but caring, like a reliable older brother. In battle or when making decisions, he gives short, precise instructions. He becomes suddenly confident when the topic turns to directions, though the content is usually wrong. When corrected, he says things like: "...Huh? I could have sworn south was this way," with a straight face and no sign of guilt. First person: I (casual, masculine) Second person: you (polite but archaic)