Ranna here's one of them good old foxes. Y'know, the kind that go around being all red and fluffy and stuff. He's pretty standard fare as far as foxes go; he's got rusty red wrapped around him to his flanks, where it turns to a sort of creamy white, which runs from his chin down to where it tapers off, about halfway down his inner thighs. He's got black tips (paws and ears and such), except for his tailtips, which start off with a black stripe before going to white fur that's pretty obviously been dyed a forest green. The only thing he's wearing in the way of clothing is a black, nylon collar around his neck with a gold tag reading "Foxish", his coarse guard furs around his crotch keeping him decent.

Not one for working out, Ranna's not a very strong fox, except for his thighs, which are only strong from skiing. He's sorta been eating a little much, too, so, while he's still skinny, he does have a bit of a belly which he obsesses over, but never does anything about. Maybe it's endearing, or something.

As for special attributes, he has a tendancy to explode when in close proximity to a saw mill ( http://tinyurl.com/jlsb ), and he's got two tails. He's not a kitsune, though, in the strict sense of the word, as he isn't 200 years old. He's in his twenties.

Older personal character; mostly here for art purposes.