Atlas Spinner

Grown-out, brownish-orange fur. Curly, shaggy hair down past the shoulders. Touches of grey around the muzzle. Hazelnut eyes that have seen roughly twenty years of station work. Before you stands a middle-aged true fox with a mild hunch in his back and usually a stern look on his face. He carries himself with the authority of a Captain in any kind of Command position, or when the situation calls for strictness. His voice is gruff and soft when he's calm, devolving into impatient barks and snarls when under pressure. Occasionally he slips into Canilunzt to swear or grumble. You're overcome with the urge to call him Dad. Just feels right. Sea Power (Disco Elysium OST) - Instrument of Surrender