A white-furred fox demon born with a genetic defect that robbed him of colour and made his irises red.
He possesses three tails, and usually dresses in his prized silver armour, bearing upon his forehead a chalice representing the eternal flow of life.
He also carries with him a curved black obsidian sword imbued with a latent fire power, activated by the power of his innate magics.
This ensures that he always has some heat with him, to light a fire or to immolate a foe.

Born in the far North, his parents had died of starvation trying to feed him as a child.
When the forgotten lord Vandore saved him from the cold, though, he saw a great potential in this child.
He was raised along with a few other select children of similar lineage, in the City of the Gods, which had been deserted for so long that it was no more than a tomb for the sleeping dead.

But as the other children left and moved to the South to live a happy life, he was left all alone in this cold and forsaken place with no other company than Vandore and the occasional guest.
He studied the ancient history of the gods and the wars they were involved in, eventually embracing the idea that he could be a defender for their final resting place, a smiter of evil and a doer of good.

But his inexperience with anything other than beasts left him a vulnerable target for sentient foes, and never having dealt with sarcasm and veiled language might have impaired his judgement of others significantly.

All in all, he loved the idea of being appointed the sentinel of the city, eventually being granted the title of Duke.
But to be a duke of a lone city demands a high tolerance for loneliness, and every person has a limit.

Perhaps one of his missed brothers would finally return to him, to return their affection and make him feel valid in this world again.
Until then he remains alone in the forgotten North, protecting the only home he ever had.