http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12944<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/tVEDIwc.jpg)</div></div><br/>Mithran was a 7 tailed silver fox from his Tribe. He was one of the highest class of the Kitsunes, each of his fluffy tails moving independently and elegantly, each one more hypnotic then the last, all being the source of a different spell.  As a tracker and Scout, as well as one of nobility, it would be fall on him to travel the lands, learn there ways, and while he was at it, spread his seed, for this place despretly needed it. Of course, while everyone admired his exotic good looks, probably never having seen a fox of his caliber, what they didn't know that he was "Cursed" By a lover long ago. A curse that he considered quiet a blessing.<br/><br/>It seemed like all the human women he takes turn into animal girls, whichever he chooses. Sadly they turn feral, so unworthy of his permanent ownership past the quick humiliation and torment. He walked passed the doc, wearing elegant robes with nothing underneath, allowing each of his seven tails to show from behind, lifted high in his honor as he paraded through the town. Looking for a place that is worthy of his attention. His two swords at his sides as he scanned the town. Both for ale, food, and a good fuck as its been a while.