| Age | ~Twenties? |
| Species | Maned Wolf |
| Pronouns | He/They |
| Size | Extra Large; 7'10" |
| Build | Whipcord and Lean |
| Rank | n/a |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
At first blush, one might be inclined to be afraid of Willow. Towering over all but the tallest beasts and armed to the teeth with whipcord muscle, he cuts quite the alarming figure. His paws are outfitted with carefully honed claws, his maw with long teeth, and his glittering aqua eyes belie a sharp intellect. Then there’s the rapier belted at his hip; certainly no mere status piece, without a dull edge in sight.
It’s upon a closer inspection, however, that one finds signs of an ill constitution. What was once a lean, trim form becomes fraught with strains from rapid growth and malnutrition; a body worked too hard from too young an age. There’s a rattle in his laugh, from some illness long past but not without consequence, and the lack of general fat on the body leaves him a tad skeletal—were it not for all of the fur. Though even that lacks a healthy shine.
His coat is typical for his kind, aside from the aforementioned dullness; the majority a remarkably foxish red-brown, underbelly and tail tip pinned with a warm cream, and extremities marked by a sooty black. Given the similarity, one might even mistake him for a Fox while seated or sleeping, only to be given quite a fright once within close enough proximity to recognize his startling height. He would be devoid of scars, save for a recently gained gash visible stretching from high on his forehead back into his mane.
Perhaps most telling of all is how the beast holds himself; with straight-backed posture and a certain level of in-grained confidence. With a gate that follows his tall yet gangly form, he comes off as somewhat of a haunted figure. Then comes the energy behind the beast, tightly coiled like a spring under tension, waiting for a rush of adrenaline to release the pressure.
Perhaps that day will come. Perhaps not.
PERSONALITY:
Despite all that he appears to be—tall and lean, haunting and ill, straight-backed and confident—personality adds yet another angle to the portrait of Willow. Truly, he is a gentlebeast, if not (or no longer) a scholar. Valuing kindness and consideration foremost, he has a tendency to show everybeast courtesy and respect; regardless of appearances. He is inquisitive, though not prying; empathetic, though not fawning; patient, though not pushover.
STRENGTHS:
Physical Presence
Rapier Wit
Enchantingly Charming
WEAKNESSES:
Frail Constitution
Gentlebeastly to a Fault
Remembers Nothing
BIOGRAPHY:
Willow remembers nothing of his life before the sandbar, only the dull ache from his wound and pressure within his head. Daily tasks and often repeated ones linger in his mind like half-remembered dreams, leaving him at least functional—but any memories he might have had about why he’s in the Vulpine Imperium are as lost as his possessions to the sea.
All things considered, he appears to be facing the loss of memory well. Perhaps whatever is left of his sense of self is strong enough to shine through the haze of his amnesia—or perhaps it is that he prefers not to cry over the spilled milk that is his past self. Either way, he feels confident that he is a good beast that means well—or perhaps just confident that’s who he wants to become.
POSSESSIONS/REAL ESTATE:
A torn black silk shirt, once well-fitted but now in tatters. A cream-colored set of thicker cotton breeches, managing to escape from difficult conditions untorn. A set of brown leather boots and matching belt, worn soft and supple with use. Several accessories, from waistband to spats to pawkerchief, in black with rich, royal purple accents—including the scabbard for his rapier.
Which is not to be forgotten itself.
Drawn and held in-paw, terrifying a proposition as it is, one can begin to see the darker laminations between layers of steel snaking across the blade in gorgeous striations. Its length, being uniquely crafted for Willow himself, is extraordinary.
Only one word accompanies the weapon in Willow’s mind: Starmetal.
SKILLS:
Sixteen+: 12pts
One-time Oldbie Bonus: 4pts
| Physical | Mental | Social |
|---|---|---|
| Rapier [Seasoned] (4) | Amnesiac* [Seasoned] (4) | Charismatic [Seasoned] (4) |
| Swimming [Trained] (1) | Metalworking [Novice] (0) | Diplomacy [Trained] (1) |
| Acrobatics [Trained] (1) | Fast-Talk [Trained] (1) | |
| Stealth [Novice] (0) | Intimidation [Novice] (0) | |
| Total Points in Category: 6 | Total Points in Category: 4 | Total Points in Category: 6 |
*Amnesiac: Points to be assigned in a Mental Capacity at a later date, should Willow ‘remember’ himself.
