A golden fox lingering among a sea of clouds.
Swathed in ethereal, wispy clouds formed of air spirits, and flowing golden hair, the Kitsune before you carries himself with a confident, yet gentle kindness. With pale and delicate skin, and eyes blue as the sky, Mitsuki stands at an impressively average height; even so, the aura about him is ever-welcoming, warm, and inviting. Soft melodies are oft heard from the harp on his back, even when he deigns not to play it; it is calming, nurturing, and almost healing.
His clothing is simple, and yet elegant; a flowing white kimono with long sleeves, and a blue band around the waist to tie it together. Golden ears with tufts of white come from the top of his head, and a tail of equivalent fluffiness stretches from his back outward, reactive with every movement and word he speaks. Within his hair, a crown of flowers rests- perfectly between his ears, framing his face in the most ideal of states. An armband denoting him as a member of the Xuefeng Ashigaru rests on his right shoulder, with another symbol upon it denoting him as a medical authority- a red cross over a white cloud. Tied into the band around his waist, a runic brush of orichalcum and cobalthine make must denote him as an artificer- or at least enchanter, of some merit.
He rarely comes to touch the floor, so long as the air spirits under his domain decide not to torture and abandon him.
Swathed in ethereal, wispy clouds formed of air spirits, and flowing golden hair, the Kitsune before you carries himself with a confident, yet gentle kindness. With pale and delicate skin, and eyes blue as the sky, Mitsuki stands at an impressively average height; even so, the aura about him is ever-welcoming, warm, and inviting. Soft melodies are oft heard from the harp on his back, even when he deigns not to play it; it is calming, nurturing, and almost healing.
His clothing is simple, and yet elegant; a flowing white kimono with long sleeves, and a blue band around the waist to tie it together. Golden ears with tufts of white come from the top of his head, and a tail of equivalent fluffiness stretches from his back outward, reactive with every movement and word he speaks. Within his hair, a crown of flowers rests- perfectly between his ears, framing his face in the most ideal of states. An armband denoting him as a member of the Xuefeng Ashigaru rests on his right shoulder, with another symbol upon it denoting him as a medical authority- a red cross over a white cloud. Tied into the band around his waist, a runic brush of orichalcum and cobalthine make must denote him as an artificer- or at least enchanter, of some merit.
He rarely comes to touch the floor, so long as the air spirits under his domain decide not to torture and abandon him.