Rhydwyn Bosche

A rust colored vulp fluffs his tails as he looks at you, pink tongue lolling out between the black lips of his snout as he greets you with a lazy grin. The faint fragrance of kiwi, citrus, and spice twirls around your senses as his nine fluffy tails sashay bewitchingly, tail tips lazily drawing whorls through the air. Standing 195cm (6'5") tall, he has a firm, strapping body built from a lifetime of surviving hardships. Almost always clad in an armored EVA suit, his green piercing eyes shine through the tinted visor. In contrast to his brawny frame his fluffy undercoat looks almost silky to the touch, you'd feel like you could get away with a quick brush until you notice his arms slightly flexing at his sides. One rugged orange paw lightly griping his belt, tender black paw pads grasping the well worn holster as he runs his other velvety paw along the brim of his hat, claw gently grazing the material as he dips it toward you with respectful acknowledgment.