(Is this ok?)

Username:
FoxyWolf713

Character Name:
Nakistka (Kist) Masami

Gender + Pronouns:
Female, She/her

Age:
17

Being Type:
Fox Faunt

Appearance:

It's not super proportional because Nightcafe was being a pain in the butt today, but I might fix it when they fix their server lol
Also lmk if she doesn't look enough like an animal. If not imma just steal a picture from someone on the internet bc I don't have the skills for that haha

Personality:
While she tends to be pretty withdrawn with humans because she has spent all of her teen years only with animals, Nakistka is very kind and inviting, loving and grateful to everyone, and generally a good friend to everyone. Everyone has always heard the sayings "crafty as a fox" or "sly as a fox", but no one ever acknowledges their loyalty, kindness, and beauty, which should shine way above all of those nasty rumors and stories.

Backstory:
Coming from a poor household, Nakistka was always made to work and be useful from the time she could walk. Her family could not afford to not have her earn her keep, but of course she didn't understand that, and maybe still doesn't. Always angry, stressed, and drunk, her father beat her and her mother until her mother finally decided to leave after a severe incident where he had broken her arm. She left her only child alone with the wretched reynard (male fox) who had made her leave in the first place, and now Nakistka hates both of them with a rage that is absent for even the worst things that have happened in her travels alone. Like the time when a bear ate her best hunting fox, or when one of her foxes had stumbled upon a hen house and gotten shot dead by a farmer. Wondering how she even came into possession of these foxes? One day after she ran away from home, she came across a wandering trader. He offered her a very heavy box in exchange for a family heirloom that had been passed down from the women in her family. She gladly accepted, for she planned to get rid of the thing anyway, not wanting to hold on to any memories or the cursed family who she hated so much. When she opened the box, she discovered four fox kits, all of them a different color. One silver fox, one red fox, one arctic fox, and a cross fox. She has had these four since she was 13 and ran away from home. Now, four years later, she has gained quite a large group of foxes to hunt food for her, trade their kits for food or new clothes and shoes, and generally be good companions to keep her company.

Reason for setting onto the road:
To get away from her father.

Archetype:
Shepherd
~Something she has to be; Calculating
~Something she is; Kind
~Choose 1 additional Item that you have with you - Several long ropes with small loops on the end of each of them, usually used to keep Kist's leash of foxes in tow, though most of them are well behaved enough to follow without needing to be tied, Kist just likes to make sure that everyone is staying together.
~Your favourite creature from your flock - A silver fox kit named Velvet who loves to cuddle up with Kist and even strangers who she deems trustworthy enough.
~Your least favourite creature from your flock - Dagger, a mischievous red fox who is always causing problems with rest of the leash
~map of local farms

Traits (indicate which you are and aren't/which belong to an archetype choice):
Is; Crafty, wise, adventurous
Is not; Many-faced, furious

Items:
~Book full of maps and advice of the world with a few blank pages that the author must have forgotten to fill in
~Small dagger
~Piccolo (Basically a tiny flute) used to gather the attention of the foxes, though she plays it just for fun as well
~Jar full of fireflies (constantly needing to be re-filled)
~Hiking bag used to carry the items above as well as the occasional fox kit during breeding season

Starting Season:
Bloom

Starting Enviornment Name + Mood:
Verdant mountain

Other:
Idk

Reserved!

(Yeah you can absolutely add stuff to your inventory as you travel! There will be limits and constraints on how much you can carry depending on what kind of luggage (fany) you have but that can be aquired too. Although keep in mind that the more complex stuff will probably require some kind of payment)

The stoat nodded, clearly excited to be offered the chance to reccomend something of her own, "How about I get you started with our gravy potato float? It's one of my favourites and a great stomach filler" She quickly totalled up the amount for the stay and the food, it came out to a bit less than what would be expected.
"If you need any help getting around the town just wave me over! I can give some good reccomendations of local hotspots."

(Looks good! Don't worry about the image/proportions I can get a good enough picture in my head to compensate :p)

Velvet lightly nudges your leg, yipping excitedly as the sun peaks over the ridgeline. The mountains you'd found yourself in had gone higher than those previously, now, here above the tree-line, fields of heather and wildflowers grow. Only helped along by bloom and the air is filled with their sweet scent. Velvet and some of your other herd had been extremely excited by the many insects and small animals they could find in these fields. They'd all gone off last night to hunt while you'd settled in to sleep, it seems that velvet was the first to return and wake you up.

The sun was still only at halfheight but the world was dark and grey, the mountain, while heavily forested was entirely silent. There was no noise of birds or small animals skittering, only the sounds of your steps crunching in the snow echoed around. Your watchful eye however does spot heavy clouds forming past the canopy of trees. It seems snow would be falling again soon, and it was to be the heaviest storm you'd seen yet if those clouds were any indication.

(gold works fine, just for ease of remembering lol, I'll let you decide your starting coin~)

"Nice to meet you Lillian I'm Breta!" She eagerly shook Lilly's hand and continued chattering as she counted out the coin before tucking it away. "Sure thing! Brookhollow has a small market district three streets over. It's mostly just a couple bakeries, the blacksmiths and tack shop plus Bailey's sundries." She paused to think before her eyes lit up "But! we also have a farmers market every third day, which I believe would be tomorrow just before you leave! Lots of locals setup stalls along the market district to sell their homemade goods."

Blinking the sleep from her eyes, Nakistka sits up slowly, and then leans over to pet Velvet. "Where are the others?" She asks Velvet, knowing they can't communicate in the same language, but maybe she will bring her to them? Kist stands up and packs up her few belongings that she had left out in the night. Her dagger which she always kept in her hand while she was asleep, and a jar of fireflies which she always leaves out in the night, even though having the eyes of a fox gives her the ability to see better in the dark. She puts the jar in her hiking bag with her other things and slides her dagger into a loop in her belt. "Have you brought me anything?" She asks Velvet as she slings her bag over her shoulder and gets set to go searching for the rest of her leash of foxes. "Oh no!" She quickly opens up her hiking bag again to see a tiny fox pup snoozing peacefully next to the jar of fireflies. "Oh thank goodness, I thought you had been squished," She whispers, and picks up the kit, resting him in her arms. Velvet's only child, who had almost not survived birth and is exceptionally small and weak for his age.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=107671&page=3#25 Author: Grapejuice Time Posted: 12/11/2023 at 10:09 AM The sun was still only at halfheight but the world was dark and grey, the mountain, while heavily forested was entirely silent. There was no noise of birds or small animals skittering, only the sounds of your steps crunching in the snow echoed around. Your watchful eye however does spot heavy clouds forming past the canopy of trees. It seems snow would be falling again soon, and it was to be the heaviest storm you'd seen yet if those clouds were any indication.

Cyra notices the clouds, her head nodding slightly. She would need to find shelter soon, it seemed. She walks deeper into the forest, away from the storm, and she pulls out her flute to play a somber little melody. She watches a single, lonely bird dart out of the trees and fly high into the sky, and observes for a second before putting her flute back into her bag. The forest is entirely silent now, and there's something.. unsettling about it. She shivers, the quiet rocking her more then the cold as she travels back the way she came. There's nothing here for her.