The Beastkin are a race of beings with a deep connection to the animal world. They possess many animalistic traits, such as heightened senses, sharp claws and teeth, and the ability to communicate with animals in ways that few others can.
Haru, the Fox beastkin male, embodies the essence of a Swordlord Trickster with his striking presence and cunning nature. His appearance is a captivating blend of human and fox, with his silver hair flowing like a sleek fox's fur, and his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint of intelligence. His features are sharp and defined, accentuating his fox-like attributes.
As a Swordlord, Haru wields his blade with unparalleled skill and precision. His movements are fluid and agile, reminiscent of a fox darting through the underbrush. With each strike, he displays a mastery of swordsmanship, blending swift strikes with deceptive feints to keep his opponents off balance.
But it is in his trickster
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